Michelle shifted on the sofa, the faint buzz of alcohol humming in her veins, making her feel lighter, freer. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the TV casting soft shadows across the walls. Carlos sat beside her, his long legs stretched out, his head tilted back slightly as if he were dozing off. Tim was in the armchair across the room, scrolling on his phone, pretending not to notice the subtle tension thickening the air.She glanced at Carlos, her eyes lingering longer than they should have. He was handsome in a way that felt almost overwhelming—dark, tousled hair, a jawline that could cut glass, and that aura. He’d always had it, even back in college when they’d traveled together. The kind of presence that made women flush and men feel small. And now, here he was, inches away from her, his broad shoulders taking up space on the couch, his hand resting casually on his thigh.Her eyes darted down to his lap, and her breath hitched. Even through his loose shorts, she could see the outline of him—substantial. The nickname “Italian Stallion” wasn’t just a joke. She’d heard the rumors, seen the way women looked at him, but now, in the quiet of her living room, it felt different. Real. Tim cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You sure you don’t want me to call you a cab, Carlos? It’s getting late.”Carlos chuckled, his voice low and warm. “Nah, man, I’m good. Just… enjoying the vibe.”Michelle felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked over at Tim, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. It was enough to make her stomach twist with a mixture of guilt and excitement. They’d talked about this—fantasized about it—but now that it was happening, it felt surreal.She turned her attention back to Carlos, her hand resting on her own thigh, inches from his. The TV droned on, some reality show about young people flirting on an island, but Michelle wasn’t paying attention. Her focus was entirely on the man beside her, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hand twitched slightly on his leg.Then she felt it—a subtle shift under her fingers. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. Carlos’s cock had twitched, the fabric of his shorts straining just enough to make her pulse quicken. She glanced up at him, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes half-closed, his breathing steady.Michelle bit her lip, her mind racing. Was this really happening? She looked over at Tim again, but he was pretending to be engrossed in his phone, his face unreadable. Her hand moved almost on its own, sliding just a fraction of an inch closer to Carlos’s leg. Another twitch. This time, she felt it more distinctly, the heat of him radiating through the fabric. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers brushed against his thigh, barely there, but enough to elicit another reaction. Carlos shifted slightly, his cock growing noticeably harder under her touch.Her breath quickened, her body responding in ways she hadn’t expected. She felt warm, too warm, her skin prickling with anticipation. She didn’t dare look at Tim now, afraid of what she might see in his eyes. Instead, she focused on Carlos, on the way his cock seemed to pulse under her hand, as if it had a life of its own.She let her fingers trace the outline of him, feeling the length, the girth. It was massive, even through his shorts. Her throat tightened, her mind flooding with images of what it might look like, what it might feel like. She hesitated for a moment, then let her hand rest fully on him, her palm pressing against the growing bulge.Carlos let out a soft groan, his hips shifting subtly, pushing his cock further into her hand. Michelle’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. He was awake—or at least, partly awake—and he wasn’t stopping her. She glanced up at him, her heart pounding, and saw the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers curled around him, feeling the hardness, the heat. She bit back a moan, her body trembling with need. Slowly, she began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder as she felt him respond. His cock twitched again, straining against his shorts, and Michelle felt a rush of wetness between her own thighs.Her eyes flicked to Tim, who was watching them now, his phone forgotten in his lap. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his body, a tightness in his jaw that made Michelle’s stomach twist. She held his gaze for a moment, her hand still moving on Carlos, then turned her attention back to the man beside her.Carlos’s cock was fully hard now, the head poking out from the waistband of his shorts. Michelle’s breath hitched, her heart racing. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed him softly, her lips wrapping around the head.Carlos groaned, his hips jerking slightly, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Michelle’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind swimming with the sensations. He was huge, filling her mouth in ways she hadn’t thought possible. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip, and felt him shudder beneath her.Her hand moved to his balls, cupping them gently, feeling the weight of him. She pumped his cock slowly, her mouth working in tandem with her hand, until she felt him tense, his breath hitching. “M-Michelle,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.She didn’t stop, her movements growing more urgent, more desperate. She wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in her mouth. And then he did, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her mouth in thick, heavy spurts. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, the excess spilling out of her lips and dripping down her chin.She didn’t pull away, even as his cock softened in her mouth. She kept sucking, her tongue lapping at him, coaxing him back to hardness. Carlos groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, but she pushed it away.“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Keep your hands back.” She wanted this. Needed this. And as she felt his cock grow hard again in her mouth, she knew she wasn’t going to stop until he came again, until she was drenched in him. She looked up at Tim, her lips still wrapped around Carlos’s cock, and saw the hunger in his eyes. The tension. And in that moment, she knew—this was just the beginning.

Michelle, buzzed and restless, found herself on the couch with Carlos, her attention drawn to him as tension built in the room. Her hand brushed and then gripped his growing erection through his shorts, eventually leading her to take him into her mouth, where she brought him to climax. After swallowing his release, Michelle continued to stimulate him, glancing at Tim, who watched intensely, hinting at more to come.

Michelle shifted on the sofa, the faint buzz of alcohol humming in her veins, making her feel lighter, freer. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the TV casting soft shadows across the walls. Carlos sat beside her, his long legs stretched out, his head tilted back slightly as if he were dozing off. Tim was in the armchair across the room, scrolling on his phone, pretending not to notice the subtle tension thickening the air.

She glanced at Carlos, her eyes lingering longer than they should have. He was handsome in a way that felt almost overwhelming—dark, tousled hair, a jawline that could cut glass, and that *aura*. He’d always had it, even back in college when they’d traveled together. The kind of presence that made women flush and men feel small. And now, here he was, inches away from her, his broad shoulders taking up space on the couch, his hand resting casually on his thigh.

Her eyes darted down to his lap, and her breath hitched. Even through his loose shorts, she could see the outline of him—*substantial*. The nickname “Italian Stallion” wasn’t just a joke. She’d heard the rumors, seen the way women looked at him, but now, in the quiet of her living room, it felt different. *Real*. 

Tim cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You sure you don’t want me to call you a cab, Carlos? It’s getting late.”

Carlos chuckled, his voice low and warm. “Nah, man, I’m good. Just… enjoying the vibe.”

Michelle felt her cheeks flush, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked over at Tim, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. It was enough to make her stomach twist with a mixture of guilt and excitement. They’d talked about this—*fantasized* about it—but now that it was happening, it felt surreal.

She turned her attention back to Carlos, her hand resting on her own thigh, inches from his. The TV droned on, some reality show about young people flirting on an island, but Michelle wasn’t paying attention. Her focus was entirely on the man beside her, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hand twitched slightly on his leg.

Then she felt it—a subtle shift under her fingers. She froze, her heart skipping a beat. Carlos’s cock had twitched, the fabric of his shorts straining just enough to make her pulse quicken. She glanced up at him, but he seemed oblivious, his eyes half-closed, his breathing steady.

Michelle bit her lip, her mind racing. *Was this really happening?* She looked over at Tim again, but he was pretending to be engrossed in his phone, his face unreadable. Her hand moved almost on its own, sliding just a fraction of an inch closer to Carlos’s leg. 

Another twitch. This time, she felt it more distinctly, the heat of him radiating through the fabric. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers brushed against his thigh, barely there, but enough to elicit another reaction. Carlos shifted slightly, his cock growing noticeably harder under her touch.

Her breath quickened, her body responding in ways she hadn’t expected. She felt warm, *too warm*, her skin prickling with anticipation. She didn’t dare look at Tim now, afraid of what she might see in his eyes. Instead, she focused on Carlos, on the way his cock seemed to pulse under her hand, as if it had a life of its own.

She let her fingers trace the outline of him, feeling the length, the girth. It was *massive*, even through his shorts. Her throat tightened, her mind flooding with images of what it might look like, what it might feel like. She hesitated for a moment, then let her hand rest fully on him, her palm pressing against the growing bulge.

Carlos let out a soft groan, his hips shifting subtly, pushing his cock further into her hand. Michelle’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. He was awake—or at least, partly awake—and he wasn’t stopping her. She glanced up at him, her heart pounding, and saw the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers curled around him, feeling the hardness, the heat. She bit back a moan, her body trembling with need. Slowly, she began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder as she felt him respond. His cock twitched again, straining against his shorts, and Michelle felt a rush of wetness between her own thighs.

Her eyes flicked to Tim, who was watching them now, his phone forgotten in his lap. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his body, a tightness in his jaw that made Michelle’s stomach twist. She held his gaze for a moment, her hand still moving on Carlos, then turned her attention back to the man beside her.

Carlos’s cock was fully hard now, the head poking out from the waistband of his shorts. Michelle’s breath hitched, her heart racing. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed him softly, her lips wrapping around the head.

Carlos groaned, his hips jerking slightly, pushing his cock further into her mouth. Michelle’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind swimming with the sensations. He was *huge*, filling her mouth in ways she hadn’t thought possible. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip, and felt him shudder beneath her.

Her hand moved to his balls, cupping them gently, feeling the weight of him. She pumped his cock slowly, her mouth working in tandem with her hand, until she felt him tense, his breath hitching. 

“M-Michelle,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

She didn’t stop, her movements growing more urgent, more desperate. She wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in her mouth. And then he did, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her mouth in thick, heavy spurts. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, the excess spilling out of her lips and dripping down her chin.

She didn’t pull away, even as his cock softened in her mouth. She kept sucking, her tongue lapping at him, coaxing him back to hardness. Carlos groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, but she pushed it away.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Keep your hands back.” 

She wanted this. *Needed* this. And as she felt his cock grow hard again in her mouth, she knew she wasn’t going to stop until he came again, until she was drenched in him. 

She looked up at Tim, her lips still wrapped around Carlos’s cock, and saw the hunger in his eyes. The tension. And in that moment, she knew—this was just the beginning.

Shy Michelle and her boyfriend Tim explore their cuckolding fantasy when she reconnects with her old friend Carlos, the infamous "Italian Stallion."  

After a night of drinks and subtle flirtation, what starts as innocent touch on the sofa escalates into Michelle testing boundaries as she feels Carlos’s massive cock twitch under her hand.  

With Tim silently observing, Michelle indulges her curiosity, worshipping Carlos’s throbbing shaft with her mouth in a taboo-filled encounter that pushes their fantasy into reality.

First Time Cuckold Seduction

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