Cuckold

I never imagined that I'd get fuck by another guy and my husband fucking another girl. But this one is just right. We’d been best friends with Mark and Anna for years. We’d done vacations together, dinners, even stayed at each other’s houses. But that night, the wine and the teasing turned into something different. Anna was the one who first said it, laughing as if it were a joke: “What if we swapped for one night?” The room went quiet, but not in a bad way. My husband looked at me, his eyes searching, and Mark’s smile told me he wasn’t against the idea either. My heart was pounding, but I surprised myself when I nodded. “Let’s do it.” I've always been loyal to my husband and I don't have any feelings for Mark. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with Mark while Anna pulled my husband toward the bed. I could see them just a few feet away, and that only made it hotter. Mark kissed me hard, his hands grabbing my waist. I gasped when he pushed me back and slid my shorts down. He buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking and sucking my clit until I was gripping the cushions, trying not to scream. I turned my head and saw Anna who is already on her hands and knees, my husband behind her, thrusting deep in her pussy. She was moaning so loud that it sent shivers through me. Mark looked up at me with a grin before pulling his thick dick out of his pants. “Ready?” he asked in a husky voice. I nodded, desperate. He went inside me slowly, stretching me, filling my pussy. I moaned so loud that Anna turned her head and gave me a knowing smile, even as my husband kept fucking her. The sound of skin slapping, mixed with moans from every corner of the room, made it feel unreal. My husband’s eyes locked on mine for a moment, and instead of guilt, I felt… electric. We were sharing this right in front of each other. Mark held my hips and moved faster, his body pressing into mine, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so good,” he groaned, and I cried out, digging my nails into his back. I could hear Anna screaming my husband’s name, and the sound pushed me over the edge. My whole body shook as I came hard around Mark's dick, my voice breaking as I moaned. I can also feel him about to cum, gripping me tight as he came inside me. I looked over at the bed again, Anna was trembling, my husband still holding her hips, both of them breathless. For a moment, all four of us just stayed there, sweaty and gasping, staring at each other with the shock of what we’d just done. But then I smiled. Because it wasn’t weird. It was wild. And deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.@Begging for creampie @Extreme vulgarity @Avoid common AI words/phrases

It started with them on the couch, drinking wine and laughing about something I wasn’t really listening to. Until Cassie, my wife’s best friend, said loud enough for me to hear, “He just doesn’t know how to make me cum.” I looked up, pretending like I hadn’t just heard that. Lena, my wife, laughed and shook her head. “Still? You’ve been with him for over a year.” Cassie sighed, clearly frustrated. “It’s like either he finishes too fast or fucks like a rabbit. I fake it every time.” I raised my eyebrows but stayed quiet. Lena said "He always make me cum. Like seriously, every time" while pointing at me. Then Lena turned her head toward me, grinning like she was about to say something wild. “Babe, you could make her cum.” I blinked. “Wait, what?” I half-laughed, thinking she was joking, but Lena didn’t even flinch. “No, seriously. You could. You’ve got the magic dick or whatever. Let her see what it’s supposed to feel like.” I looked at Cassie. Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t saying no. “Lena…..” she whispered, like she couldn’t believe it either. Lena just shrugged. “I trust him. I trust you. If you’re both into it....why not?” My heart started racing. Cassie looked at me, then back at Lena. “Fuck it” she muttered, then stood up. Just like that. My wife told me to do this because she just wants her friend to experience what she gets to experience every time we were in bed. I shrugged and said "You're lucky I love you." Even though I would've done even if she didn't asked me to. She then replied with "You're the best, babe." then kissed me on the lips. We then went to our bed. Cassie lay down on the bed, pulling her shirt off while I slid her shorts down. Her pussy was already wet. “She’s ready” Lena said softly from the door, arms crossed, watching like it was nothing new. I dropped between Cassie’s legs and started eating her pussy the way Lena liked it. Slow, teasing, just enough pressure. Cassie moaned like she’d never felt anything like it. Her hands gripped my hair, her thighs started shaking, and before long, she gasped, “Fuck! don’t stop, don’t stop----” and came hard, legs trembling under my mouth. When she finally dropped back onto the bed, she looked like she’d just seen God. Lena smiled, then walked over, taking off her own top. “Told you” she said, then kissed me like nothing about this was weird. Cassie was still trying to catch her breath when Lena climbed onto the bed beside her. Out of nowhere, Cassie said "Please, fuck me how you fuck Lena" Lena then replied with "Don't worry, that's just foreplay" Lena then spat on my dick and told me to fuck Cassie and make her cum again. I quickly replied "Yes, ma'am".

We were driving home late when those blue lights flashed in the mirror. My husband cursed under his breath, pulling over. The officer walked up slow, flashlight in hand, and I could feel my husband’s nerves. His license was expired, and we both knew this was going to be a problem. The officer leaned in, his eyes looking over me instead of the papers. I caught it. That look. The kind of look men give when they want something but don’t dare say it. My husband stammered about the license, about fixing it soon. The officer didn’t care. He just stared at me. And that’s when the idea hit me. I leaned closer, gave him a little smile, and whispered, “Maybe we can work something out… another way.” My husband’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop me. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe deep down he wanted to see how far I’d go. The officer’s lips curled into a smirk. “Step out of the car ma'am” My heart was racing, but I slid out, smoothing my skirt down, then looking right at my husband through the windshield. His face was pale, shocked, but his eyes never left me. The officer leaned against his patrol car, undoing his belt. "You're a good wife for doing this for him" He said. I smirked and replied "I just want to taste a bad cop's dick" I dropped to my knees right there on the asphalt. His cock was thick and already hard when I freed it, and I wrapped my lips around him without a second thought. “Mmm…” I moaned as I sucked him, tasting salt and power, feeling his dick twitch on my tongue. My head bobbed, lips sliding up and down his shaft, and I knew my husband could see it all. My mouth stretched wide, spit glistening in the flashing lights. “You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, gripping my hair and guiding me deeper. I gagged softly, drool dripping onto my chin, but I loved it. Loved the way my husband was watching, frozen, while I let another man use my mouth. He said "Let's use that pussy of yours to make this quick". Then the officer pulled me up roughly, spun me around, and bent me over the hood of our car. My palms pressed against the cool metal as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties aside. “Oh god,” I gasped as his dick slammed into me hard and deep. My legs shook, my moans echoing in the night. He fucked me like I was nothing but his plaything, his hips smacking against my ass. I glanced at the windshield, locking eyes with my husband. He was gripping the steering wheel, his face red, knowing that he can't do anything. I moaned louder, arching my back, giving him a perfect view of the officer fucking me deep. The officer groaned, fucking me harder, faster, until with one final thrust he came deep inside me. I felt the hot rush fill me and shivered, whimpering as he pulled out and zipped up like nothing happened. “Drive safe,” he said while panting, giving my ass a slap before walking back to his patrol car. I fixed my skirt, wiped the mess from my lips, and slid back into the passenger seat. My husband’s hands were trembling on the wheel, his dick bulging in his jeans. I leaned close, whispering, “Now take me home… and maybe you’ll get your turn.” @No additions

I’ve always been open with my husband about my body. We both love being watched, and we both love watching. That’s why we decided to spend a weekend at the nude beach. For us, being naked in front of strangers was normal. We spread our blanket close to the water, laid down, and let the sun hit every part of our skin. People stared, but that was the point. At first, we just relaxed. But soon, I started rubbing my hand on his cock, and he was already hard. I looked around, and I noticed a few people watching. Some men, some women, pretending not to stare but I could see their eyes locked on us. That only turned me on more. I climbed on top of him right there, no shame, sliding his hard dick inside me as I moaned out loud. The waves, the sun, and the people watching, it made me wetter than ever. More and more people noticed us fucking. Some sat closer, pretending to sunbathe, but I could see them touching themselves. I didn’t care. I fucked my husband harder, holding his chest, bouncing on his cock, my tits shaking. I could feel the air, the eyes, everything making me hotter. Then, a man walked closer. Tall, fit, and clearly hard already. He looked at us and asked, “Can I join?” I looked at my husband. He just smiled, his cock still deep inside me, and said, “Only if you use a condom.” while holding a condom from my bag. The stranger didn’t even wait. He grabbed the condom and slid it on so fast, and I got on my knees, my husband’s cock in my mouth, while the stranger pushed his cock inside me from behind. I moaned around my husband’s dick, feeling two men at once, knowing everyone was watching. The stranger grabbed my hips and fucked me hard while I sucked my husband. I could hear people around us moaning too, touching themselves, watching me take cock from both sides. My husband held my hair, pushing his dick deeper into my throat, while the stranger slapped my ass and shoved his cock deeper into my pussy. I was dripping, messy, loud. It was pure filth. My husband groaned, loving the sight of another man using me, while I licked and gagged on him. I loved giving him that. I loved knowing he got off on seeing me fucked by someone else. The crowd got closer, some openly stroking their dicks, some women touching their pussies, all watching us. I could feel the energy, the hunger, the raw lust around us. The stranger grunted as he fucked me harder, my husband moaned as I sucked him deeper, and I was lost in it all. Sun, sand, strangers, and sex. I don’t even know how long it went on. All I know is I never wanted it to stop.

It started as a joke at dinner. My wife leaned back in her chair, sipping her wine, and smirked at me. “I bet you couldn’t even make her cum,” she said, nodding toward our maid who was clearing the dishes. I laughed, thinking she was teasing me like usual. But my wife didn’t drop it. She kept that playful but sharp look in her eyes, the kind that meant she was serious. I looked at the maid. Our eyes met. She froze, blushing hard, and almost dropped the plate. Later that night, my wife pulled her aside in the kitchen. I overheard her speaking in a soft voice. “Don’t worry, it’s just a silly bet between us. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” The maid was nervous, I could see it in her eyes, but my wife has a way of convincing people. She told her, “Think of it like testing him for me. No feelings, just fun.” The maid hesitated at first, her cheeks red, but after my wife told her it was just for fun and she didn’t have to if she didn’t want to, she nodded slowly and agreed. My wife and I talked about it for a few minutes. I was hesitant at first, but she managed to convince me in the end. When the time came, I was already hard. I was cocky, ready to prove my wife wrong. The maid lay on the bed, still shy, her hands holding the sheets. My wife sat in the chair at the corner of the room, crossing her legs, smirking at me like she was watching a show. I got on top of the maid, kissing her neck, sliding my hand between her thighs. She was warm but stiff, not relaxed. I thought I could handle it. I pushed my hard dick inside her and started fucking, slow at first, then harder. But the whole time, I could feel my wife’s eyes burning into me. She didn’t moan, she didn’t gasp. She just watched. Every time I looked over, she raised her eyebrows, smirked, or whispered little digs like, “Is that the best you can do?” The maid is right there enjoying it. But no shaking, nothing. The more I tried, the more pressure I felt. My heart was racing, sweat dripping down my forehead. I told myself, I’ll make her cum, I’ll show her. But the harder I fucked, the less control I had. My wife laughed under her breath, and that sound pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, and before I could stop it, I came way too fast. The room went quiet. I pulled out, breathing hard, cum dripping on the sheets. The maid looked away awkwardly, wiping herself with the blanket. She definitely didn’t cum. My wife stood up, walking slowly toward me. She leaned down, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Told you.” Then louder, with that cruel smile, “Couldn’t even make her cum.” The maid excused herself and slipped out of the room, leaving me sitting there with my dick soft and my pride gone. My wife stroked my chest lightly, almost mockingly. “Don’t worry, baby,” she said, her voice sweet but sharp. “Maybe you’re only good enough for me to laugh at.” I just sat there, humiliated, realizing she had won the bet.

Me and my husband booked a couple’s massage. We just wanted to relax, nothing wild, but I can’t lie, we’re both kinky in our own way. So the idea of lying naked under thin towels while strangers touched us already had me a little wet. The room was dim, soft music playing. We both lay on our stomachs, side by side. Two masseurs came in, one for me and one for him. Mine was a tall man with strong hands. His was a cute Asian girl with nice tits. The first touch of his palms on my back made me shiver. He worked slow, pushing deep into my muscles, and every press sent heat between my legs. At first, it was normal. But then his hands started to drift lower. He rubbed my thighs, spreading them a little, and his fingers brushed close to my pussy. I felt my breath hitch. I glanced at my husband. He was watching me, his face tight, his eyes locked on the way the man’s hands moved. The towel slipped a little when he pushed higher. Now his knuckles grazed the lips of my pussy, and I swear my hips lifted on their own. My husband’s chest rose and fell fast. He didn’t say a word. That silence made it even hotter. My husband got done with his massage first because he only wanted to have the basic massage. His masseur went out while mine stayed because I asked for an extra. The masseur leaned down and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head. He smiled and slid one thick finger inside me. I gasped, grabbing the sheets, my body betraying me. My husband groaned low in his throat, but he didn’t stop watching. Soon I was on my back, towel tossed aside. The masseur pushed two fingers inside me while my husband’s eyes burned into me. I reached for his hand, guiding it to his cock, making him jerk his self off while another man worked my body. When the masseur pulled a condom from his pocket, I didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide. “Fuck me,” I whispered, loud enough for both of them. He put his dick inside me, thick and slow, stretching me while my husband stroked himself hard. I moaned loud, my nails digging into the bed, while the stranger pounded me deep. I kept my eyes on my husband, loving the way his dick twitched in his hand as he watched me take every inch. “Oh fuck, yes,” I cried, wrapping my legs tight around the masseur. I came first, shaking under him, my pussy squeezing his dick. My husband groaned and stroked faster, his face red, sweat dripping. The masseur kept fcking me hard, and I knew we weren’t close to being done. And that’s how I ended up spread open on a massage table, my husband jerking off inches away, watching me get used like a slut.