Gay BDSM & Cuckold Fiction

Zach and I have hosted New Year’s Eve parties since we’ve been together and it has become our own “tradition” to make love as the ball drops, making out deeply, holding each other passionately as I shoot deep inside of him as the clock hits midnight, signifying that we belong to each other for the new year ahead of us. Then we fuck over and over again the entire next day to celebrate.

This year unfortunately, the party will be held at our friend Adam’s. Adam and his partner just recently bought a new house that has to be twice the size of mine, so it only made sense to have it there with all that extra space.

“I’m happy our place won’t be a mess this year babe, but how are we going to fuck at midnight like we always do if we aren’t home?” Zach asks concerned.

“We could just leave the party early to make sure we are home in enough time” I reply.

“Yea I guess we could but you know that wouldn’t feel the same. Part of the thrill is knowing we have all those people in our house as we are fucking in bed. It’s just so hot when they all yell ‘Happy New Year’ and I feel you breed me, knowing I’m all yours for another year.”

“Yea that is super hot babe. I’ll talk to Adam and see if he’ll let us have a private room, even if it’s just for a little while. One way or another we’ll make it happen”

Zach smiles and wraps his arms around my neck. “Thanks babe. Love you” as he gives me a little kiss.

We arrive at Adam’s a little after 9 and happily see that there are not many people there yet. Adam greets us at the door with a hug.

“Hey guys! So happy you came! Come on in!” Adam then gives us a tour of his home to show us where everything is, including all of the bedrooms and other “hookup rooms” guys could use that night.

“Your home is beautiful Adam. Like something out of a movie.”

“Aww thank you John. It is a dream come true for sure”

“Would it be at all possible for Zach and I to get one of the rooms? We have ‘consummated’ our relationship every New Years since we’ve been together and don’t want to break that tradition.”

“That has to be one of the hottest yet most adorable things I’ve heard. Follow me” Adam says with a smile. He leads us into one of the bedrooms. “This is my bedroom. I already planned on locking the door to keep people from getting into my personal belongings. There are only two keys for this door. I’ll give you both one so you can meet up here whenever you feel like it”

“Oh wow are you sure? That’s so awesome of you Adam! Thanks so much!”

Adam walks over to his nightstand and pulls out the keys. As he hands them to us he says “this key will unlock the doorknob, so make sure you don’t touch the deadbolt, because this key won’t work on that one.” The doorbell then rings and Adam excuses himself to go greet the new guests.

“Well that went much better than I expected. Since we both got our own key, we can mingle and meet here if we get separated instead of wasting time searching for each other”, I say excitedly.

“That’s so cool! Being in someone else’s house with other people around might actually be hotter than it happening at home! Can’t wait to get bred tonight babe” Zach says with a wink.

“Yea I agree. This will be a really hot way to bring in the new year. So let’s say we’ll meet here at 11:30 if we get separated. Sound good babe?”

“Sounds great to me! Let’s get downstairs and get the party started!”

We head downstairs and grab a few drinks as we start dancing to the music that’s pumping. As the night and drinks continue, we eventually get separated while mingling.

While Zach is talking to some friends, he happens to look at his phone and sees that it is 11:28. He excuses himself from the group saying he has to use the restroom. As he heads down the hallway, he hears moaning coming from pretty much every room he passes, making him rock hard. When he reaches the master bedroom he pulls out his key and lets himself inside. He flips on the lights and giggles with excitement. Remembering what Adam said earlier about the deadbolt, he pushes the button on the back of the doorknob, grabs the front of the doorknob to test and make sure it’s locked, then gives the door a push and watches it swing closed. The latch hits the doorframe but doesn’t close completely. Thinking the door is locked, Zach happily begins to undress as he walks up to the bed.

“This is so freaking hot” he thinks to himself. “I’m just gunna get up on the bed, face down ass up facing the door, so John can just walk on in and get right to it.”

Zach then climbs up on the bed and gets himself into position. Noticing a bottle of lube on the nightstand, he decides to lube himself up so he’s ready to play.

“Now John can just walk over and slide it in so we can just get straight to the fucking” He then places his head on one of the pillows, waiting with his tight little twink ass in the air.

Around that same time, Craig, a stocky man in his mid fifties, heads upstairs frustrated. Craig has been hitting on and striking out with all of the twinks at the party. He walks slowly down the hall, rubbing his cock from outside his jeans, as he listens to the moaning coming from the rooms around him, totally jealous he’s not involved in any of them. As he reaches the end of the hall, his rock had cock feels like it going to rip through his jeans.

“This is just too fucking much. Im so fucking horny and my cock is so fucking hard” Craig thought to himself. “I might just have to jerk off soon if I can’t find me a hot little twink to fuck.”

As Craig turns to leave he notices there is light shining out of the very last door, even though it looks closed. He walks over and grabs the doorknob, but the doorknob won’t turn. He jiggles it a bit and gives it a little push. To his surprise, the door actually opens. Craig then peaks inside, and stands in total disbelief, as he sees one of the hottest little twinks, completely naked on the bed in front of him, face down in a pillow with his smooth little ass in the air, ready to be mounted. Craig’s large cock began to throb and threatened to rip through his jeans again.

Without looking up or turning around, the twink says…

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it in time. The year is almost over. How about you close that door so we can celebrate properly and have you hopefully claim me and my ass for the New Year?”

“Mine? For the entire year?” Craig stammers in disbelief.

“If you breed me at midnight of course” says the twink with a giggle.

Once Craig heard that, it was game on! He turned and slammed the door closed. He was pretty sure this twink wasn’t specifically waiting for him, but he was definitely not going to miss the opportunity to fuck and claim a smoking hot twink as his for the year. Grabbing and shaking the door to make sure it won’t just push open again like it did for him, he reaches up and locks the deadbolt as well to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. He then quickly removes his clothes in a flash and grabs hold of the twink.

A few minutes earlier…

Zach waits on the bed, rock hard thinking about how hot tonight is going to be. He looks over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and sees it’s almost 11:40 and wonders where John is. As he has that thought he hears the doorknob jiggle, and the door open. Knowing only he and John have keys for the door, he is absolutely certain it’s his lover standing in the doorway behind him. This makes his twink cock start to twitch and throb.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it. The year is almost over. How about you close that door so we can celebrate properly have you hopefully claim me and my ass for the New Year?”

“Mine? For the entire year? He heard John say, his voice sounding rougher than usual.

“If you breed me at midnight of course” Zach says with a giggle.

Zach could hear the door slam shut, shoes being kicked off, and the zipper coming undone which filled him full of excitement. He then grabbed the pillow with both hands and buried his face deep in it. He could feel John’s hands rubbing and feeling his little ass and knew this was it. A hand grabbed his left hip, and he could feel the tip of John’s cock pressing against his tight prelubed hole. With one thrust, his lubed hole opened, and he is suddenly filled with the biggest cock he has ever had inside of him. He screams into the pillow as this large cock stretches his little twink ass wider than it’s ever been, realizing immediately that this is definitely not his lover inside him.

Downstairs at that moment…

“Hey John, you need another beer?” Adam yells from across the room.

“Nah I’m good. Still got half of this one plus I should probably slow down anyway”

As I take a swig of my beer I hear someone say, “Hey change the channel. It’s almost time for the ball drop” Surprised by this I look at my phone and see it’s already after 11:40.

“Oh Fuck! I lost track of time! Sure hope Zach isn’t too pissed off”

I run upstairs as fast as my buzzed ass can go. I hobble down the hallway that is echoing with the moaning and squealing of someone getting the pounding of a lifetime, and finally reach the bedroom door. I reach in my pocket, pull out the key and unlock the door. I turn the knob and walk directly into the door. I push on the door but it won’t open and realize the deadbolt is locked as well.

“Zach you have the deadbolt locked” I holler as an bang on the door. “Zach? Zach are you in there? I think the deadbolt is locked. I can’t get in”

It’s at that moment I realized that all that moaning and squealing was coming from inside our locked room. I’d recognize Zach’s moan anywhere, though I’ve never heard it as loud as this before. I start to panic as the realization hits me. Someone else is fucking Zach! I begin banging even harder on the door as I yell Zach’s name.

“Hey man! How about a little privacy? Door is locked, people are fucking. Go away!” a random voice shouts through the door.

“Privacy!?? Bro that’s my boyfriend! Open the fucking door!” I scream back.

“Can’t hear you bro. Too busy giving this gorgeous twink the fucking of his life”

“Get off my boyfriend and open this door before I break it down!”

“I’d love to see you try. It’s almost midnight anyway and I’m about to breed this smoking hot twink. He may be your boyfriend right now, but once I breed his little ass at midnight, he’ll be all mine for the year. HAHAHA”

“Wait What!?? How do you know about that??! GODDAMMITTT!!” I scream as I run down the hall back downstairs to find Adam and get the key to the deadbolt before it’s too late.

Inside the bedroom…

Zach screams into the pillow as this large cock stretches his little twink ass wider than it’s ever been, realizing immediately that it’s definitely not his lover inside him. The massive cock begins to fuck him hard and deep. Zach continues to scream into the pillow as he is filled with both pain and incredible pleasure. His head spinning.

“MMMMMMM God damn boy. Your little twink ass is tight as hell on my thick daddy dick” Craig says as he begins to jackhammer Zach’s little ass.

All Zach can do moan and squeal as this new daddy dick goes deeper then a cock has even gone. Hitting pleasure spots that have never been hit before. Zach knows he shouldn’t want or like this. Zach knows he shouldn’t let this stranger continue since he is in a relationship with someone he truly loves, but he has never been fucked like this. It is, without any doubt, the greatest most incredible fucking he’s ever had, and he doesn’t want it to end. The man then pushes him forward so they are now laying flat on the bed, Zach feeling pinned underneath this new Dad. Instinctively Zach begins squeezing his hole on the stranger’s cock which excites the stranger.

“Yeaaaa boy! Squeeze my cock with that little ass. Now I know you love how I fuck you! Definitely gunna breed and claim you as mine for the new year. New year, new daddy. Right boy?? Hahaha!”

The stranger then repositions himself, hands on Zach’s shoulders, to lift himself up on his knees so he can fuck Zach even harder and deeper. Zach begins moaning louder than he ever has, the fucking is so intense that Zach is basically screaming with every thrust.

“This is going to be all mine boy. Do you hear me? You are going to be all mine!”

At that moment there is a banging on the door. “Zach? Zach are you in there? I think the deadbolt is locked. I can’t get in”

“Hey man. How about some privacy? Door is locked, people are fucking. Go away” Craig replies.

The man continues to pound away on Zach’s little ass as the conversation continues. Moaning so loudly that he can’t hear the conversation anyway, just wants the fucking to continue. The conversation stops and the man lays flat on top of him again, mouth right his ear.

“So your name is Zach huh? Thats such a hot name for a twink. Well Zach, my name is Craig. I’m gunna be your new daddy.”

As Craig introduced himself and told Zach he was going to be his new daddy, Zach’s cock exploded hands free. Knowing this power fucking stranger was about to claim him and become his new daddy, was enough to send him over the edge and begin shooting over and over.

“Thats a good boy Zach. You want me to claim your sweet ass don’t you? Made you cum hands free boy. You’re in love with my cock aren’t you?” Craig giggles

“Fuck Yesssss!” Zach screams.

Meanwhile downstairs…

I run from room to room, looking for our host, eventually finding him in the game room.

“Adam! Omg Adam I need your help! I need the key to the deadbolt. I can’t get into the bedroom with Zach!

“I told you guys not to lock the deadbolt. That the keys would only work on the doorknob. Just have Zach unlatch the deadbolt.”

I grab Adam’s arm, pull him closer and speak louder.

“Someone got in the bedroom Adam! Zach is not alone in there. Someone snuck into the bedroom, locked the deadbolt and is currently fucking my boyfriend! I need the deadbolt key so I can stop this guy from fucking Zach!”

Adam’s eyes go wide in shock, finally understanding what I am saying.

“Someone is fucking Zach? Right now? In my bedroom?”

“Yes!!! So please give me the deadbolt key so I can save my boyfriend!”

“John….I…I can’t give you a key for the deadbolt. There is no key for the deadbolt. Thats why I warned you guys to not use it. I’m…I’m sorry John. I can’t help you”

“You can’t be serious right now! How am I supposed to help Zach if there is no key? I’m running out of time here!”

“Idk what to tell you John. There is no key for that lock. It can only be opened from inside. So unfortunately, you’ll have to wait until they are done fucking so one of them can unlock the door.”

“Do you hear yourself right now? You expect me to just kick back and wait for someone to finish fucking Zach?? Are you insane??? If they finish that means Zach gets bred and claimed by someone else and I lose him!”

“I’m sorry John, there is nothing I can do. There is no key”

With that Adam shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the room, talking to other guests as he leaves. I sit down, in total disbelief, with my head in my hands. There has to be something I can do. I can’t just sit back and let this happen. I have to try and stop this somehow. I look at my phone and see it’s now 11:58. It’s now or never. I run back upstairs and head to the bedroom. I am about to start banging on the door again when I hear everyone downstairs start to count the seconds down, and I knew I was too late.

“5!…4!…3!…2!…1! Happy New Year!” everyone screams.

I sit down against the door, head in my hands, when I hear something that breaks my heart. It’s Zach’s voice from inside moaning “Ohhhh Daddy Craig! Myyyy…*uhhhhh*…Daddy”

It was at that moment my worst fear was confirmed. Zach now had a new daddy. Someone named Craig took my place on New Years Eve, and officially claimed and stolen Zach from me.

Back inside the bedroom…

Zach is still moaning and squealing as Craig continues to pound away on his little twink ass.

“It’s 11:59 Zach, say goodbye to the life and boyfriend you had. This new year will be your best year yet with a new daddy that is going to be fucking the hell out of you constantly.”

Zach’s cock gets rock hard again, thinking about his new life ahead. Thinking of being fucked this good and hard everyday. Then to Zach’s amazement, Craig actually turns it up another notch and starts fucking him even harder. Zach’s eyes roll back into his head as he screams “OMFG Craigggggg!!!!!!!!!!”

“I can hear everyone counting down the seconds Zach. It’s almost time baby. Soon you’ll be mine. I wanna hear you ask for it Zach. I wanna hear you beg me to breed you. I wanna hear you say you want to be mine.”

“Fuck yes Craig! Breed me daddy!! Claim my ass! Make me your boy! Fuck me Craig!!!

In the distance can be heard other guests counting down.

“5!…4!…3!…2!…1! Happy New Year!”

As the crowd hits 1, Craig slams his cock, balls deep, in Zach’s little twink ass, and begins unloading the biggest load deep inside him. Flooding him fully and completely.

“Happy New Year Zach!” Craig screams as he officially breeds and claims that perfect little ass.

“Happy New Year Daddy Craig!” Ohhhh Daddy Craig! Myyy…*uhhh*…Daddyyyyyyyyy” Zach moans back in pleasure, as he lays underneath him, feeling that large cock pulsating as it shoots over and over again deep inside him. Knowing without any doubt, he’s Craig’s boy now.

After shooting every last drop inside Zach’s pretty little ass, Craig collapses on top of him, trying to catch his breath. Zach’s body glistening, as he is covered in sweat from this incredible fucking he has just received, is now engulfed and trapped underneath his new man. Feeling his full weight on top of him for the first time, realizing his new daddy is a large, heavy, and powerful man. They lay there together as one for a good half hour catching their breath. Craig keeping his massive cock inside Zach’s ass the entire time to ensure as much his daddy DNA would be absorbed into Zach as possible. Making sure to not just claim Zach’s little twink ass, but to claim Zach fully and completely as his DNA becomes one with Zach.

Back in the hallway…

After sitting against the door awhile, listening to Zach get fucked and moan his new daddy’s name in pleasure, I got up and headed back downstairs. I was too late in trying to stop another man from taking Zach from me, so I definitely needed a few drinks.

As I walk down the stairs, I see everyone cheering and dancing around, celebrating the New Year. Adam and I make eye contact as I turn and head into the kitchen. His smile and celebration fade, as he follows.

“Are you alright John? Were you able to get to Zach?”

I grab a beer, pop the top and chug it down.

“Burrrrp! Nope, I couldn’t get in. Wasn’t anything I could do so I just sat there and listened to Zach one last time”

“Jeez, I’m so sorry John. So you just sat there like a cuck and listened to someone else fuck Zach? That had to be rough”

“You have no idea. Having to sit there listening to Zach moaning and squealing at the top of his lungs with some other man inside him. Some dude named Craig, breeding him to claim him for the New Year. No idea what I’m going to do now”

“Wait. Did you say Craig? Craig fucked and claimed Zach?”

“Yea that’s the name Zach was moaning. ‘Ohhh Daddy Craig’ and shit like that. Was heartbreaking to hear him moaning someone else’s name in there” I say as I chug the rest of the beer.

I grab another beer and we head back out to the living room. As we continued to chat we began to hear the shocked murmurs coming from all around us. As I turn to where they are all looking, I see Zach walking down the stairs, hair a mess, his clothes disheveled along with his shirt on inside out, holding the hand of another man.

I look over at Adam, “So that must be Craig”. He doesn’t say anything, he just nods his head as he watches them.

As they get closer and I can see that Zach’s face is red and flushed, like someone that just ran a marathon. Then I saw his eyes and how they seemed to be looking elsewhere, and I knew that he absolutely loved the fucking he just received and was completely satisfied.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs Craig realized that everyone was looking at them shocked. So Craig smiled and raised his hand to get everyone to be quiet.

“First off I want to say thank you to all the stuck up twinks that shot me down tonight. If it wasn’t for you all turning me down, I would not have had the opportunity to fuck, breed and claim the hottest twink at this party as mine. Secondly I want to thank Adam for inviting me to this party and helping me claim this gorgeous twink” he says with a wink.

I grab Adam and turn him to face me “You Helped Him Take Zach?!!!” I scream.

“Well not intentionally. He was harassing a bunch of the twinks so I sent him upstairs. I told him that’s where all the horny twinks go to get fucked. I figured either he’d find someone or would leave. My room was locked with only you and Zach with keys so I never even considered that as an option. I have no idea how he got into my room without a key. I swear!”

I let go of Adam and turn back towards Zach and Craig and see they are putting their coats on.

“Happy New Year everyone!” Craig shouts as he opens the door. “My boy Zach and I are heading home so we can celebrate our New Year together as we fuck all day long. Isn’t that right Zach?”

“Yes Daddy Craig. A New Year of us fucking as much as possible.” Zach says as he leans in and gives Craig a little kiss on the lips. “Happy New Year everyone!”

Out of the blue my husband, Chris, suggested we go to a local gay bar for dinner and drinks. It was totally unlike him, he usually made dinner or wanted to go somewhere much more low key. I was excited for something new and wore a tight pair of dress pants, a button down and tie. Chris wore jeans and a t-shirt.

As soon as we arrived I could tell that Chris felt uncomfortable, out of his element. I sat sort of half facing the bar while Chris had a full view. He chuckled nervously during dinner and told me to look to my 10 o’clock, that some dude had been checking me out all evening.

I turned and that was the first time I saw HIM. Andrew. He had sort of long, wavy black hair and a light beard and mustache. He was wearing dress pants and an untucked, patterned button down. Average height, average build, probably a few years younger than me. Something about him and the way he looked at me made my pussy wet instantly. He smiled at me broadly, I smiled back.

Chris clanged silverware into a glass and my attention was back on him. We had been together 11 years and I knew him well, I knew that clanging was because he was uncomfortable, it wasn’t an accident. I had found his jealousy charming at first, but now it was frustrating. I couldn’t so much as look at a guy without him getting weird. 11 years of total monogamy and the dude just didn’t get it.

I smiled at Chris and made small talk. He hinted he would like to leave after we finished eating but I told him I wanted to have a few drinks and maybe dance. It started to turn into an argument and I ended it by saying “if you don’t want to stay then go, I’ll Uber home.” His face turned white and he said “I’ll just stay” with a giant pout.

Chris interrupted the silence with “he’s still looking at you.” I turned to see Andrew very blatantly looking right at me. I smiled at him again, he smiled back and I felt my ass wiggle. Something about this dude just got me. I wanted him. Chris could tell.

“Babe lets please go home. You’ve had 6 drinks and I’m tired.” “But I’m not tired. And I want to dance. I told you. I can get an Uber.” “No, I’ll stay.” “Then don’t pout. It’s ugly.” And with that I got out of my chair and moved toward the dance floor. Chris remained seated.

I hadn’t realized how tipsy I was until I was dancing, I probably looked like a moron but I was having fun. And that’s when I noticed Chris get up to go the restroom, and Andrew made his way to me.

“I’m Andrew” he whispered in my ear as he pulled my body close to his, our bodies immediately finding a rhythm. “I’m Robbie” I said as I ran a hand down his shoulder, his chest. I surprised myself doing that. But now especially, with him on me, he was driving me crazy.

“I have a husband.” “So? That mean you can’t dance with me?” “He’s gonna get really jealous when he sees us.” Clearly Andrew liked that, he put an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He pulled his face close to mine. All I could see or think about his big brown eyes, they were making me melt. And making me horny.

“See, I like it when they get jealous. It tells me they know I can have what I want.” And he leaned in for a long, slow kiss. One of those kisses that makes you hard, makes your pussy twitch. I hadn’t been kissed like that since college. Chris really wasn’t a great kisser…

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Chris yelled but his voice got caught in his throat, he was trying to hold back how upset he was. “Calm down, dude. We’re just dancing.” Andrew teased. Chris looked at me and firmly said “babe, it’s time to go home.” “But I’m having fun!”

Andrew pulled me in close again, Chris’s body went rigid. Andrew nibbled my earlobe and whispered “I wanna fuck you.” More hard dick, more pussy twitches. “And I don’t care what your cuck husband thinks. I can tell how badly you need this.”

He wasn’t wrong. Chris and I had never had an amazing sex life, I’m all bottom and Chris is all boring. So vanilla, can’t always keep it up. He never ate me out. I had been so frustrated and we’d talked about it so many times, but nothing happened. And now this stud was blatantly trying to bed me…

I pulled away from Andrew and handed him my phone. He put his number into my phone and I sent him a quick text: “I’m gonna head home with him but I want you to come over after he’s passed out.” His response was quick: “😏😏😏”

The entire car ride home Chris went on about what an ass I’d made of myself, kept asking what if one of our friends had shown up and seen that. I played the good husband, apologizing, swearing it was just the booze talking. But truthfully my buzz was wearing off and all I could think of was Andrew.

We showered and climbed into bed. True to form Chris was passed out and snoring in just a few minutes. I pulled out my phone and sent Andrew a text: “Husband is passed out. Wanna come over?” “From now on you call him cuck and you call me Daddy, understood? If so, shoot me your address.” I couldn’t remember the last time my pussy was so consistently wet. I sent him my address, told him not to ring the bell and I’d watch for him.

The minute he came through the door our bodies intertwined, his kisses were life changing. His hands were possessive. He ordered me to strip and then pushed me to my knees. He shoved my face into his clothed crotch and ordered me to lick. He didn’t have to give that order.

And that’s when I first felt his cock. He was easily 8” of solid, thick cock. The kind of cock a man slaps on your face and bruises you with. I couldn’t contain my excitement and he smirked. Chris was maybe 4.5” on a good day and not very thick.

Andrew began unbuttoning his shirt and I ran a hand up his chest and began playing with his nipples. He pulled off his shirt and then undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops. “We’ll have some fun with this in a bit” he laughed.

He ordered me to crawl behind him as he made his way to the couch. He sat back, undid his pants and let his massive Daddy cock out. My eyes must have sparkled and he crooned “show Daddy what a good boy you are.”

I spent the next hour in heaven. First I had to adjust to his size, once I was used to it, I let my mouth and throat edge that big cock. I took my mouth off only to play with his balls and for the few times he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Daddy likes you, fag. Such a shame you’re married.” He put his hands behind his back. “If you were single Daddy would collar you right now. You’d belong to me. And judging by how hungry you are for that cock, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I pulled off of his cock for a quick “yes, Daddy.”

“CUCK!” he called out loudly. “Oohhh cuck!!” I panicked, “please don’t do that” I pleaded. “Ooohhhh cucky! C’mere lil cucky and see what a real man can do for your husband.” And I could hear Chris rumbling around in our room.

That’s when Andrew pulled out the belt and used it like a makeshift collar, putting it quickly around my neck. First he pulled me in for a quick kiss and then he pulled my head down and his cock went down my throat right as Chris walked out of our bedroom.

“What the fuck is going on? Babe. Baby. What are you doing?” I could hear Chris’s voice trembling. “Please look at me, Robbie.” But Andrew now had a hand firmly on my head, keeping me in place, bobbing happily on his cock.

Andrew grunted and then looked at Chris. “For starters, what’s going on is your husband is finally getting fed a real cock. He’s so hungry for a real cock he’s been on mine for at least an hour now. And you are no longer to call him babe or baby. Those are just some of the many pet names I now get to use for him.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Andrew was claiming me. And even more surprising, I wasn’t resisting. Something about this dude told me if I lost my husband I’d be ok.

“From now on he’s all mine. And guess what….Chris? Is it Chris? Actually it doesn’t matter. Because, as long as you want to remain legally married to him, you belong to me too. And you’ve got a new name: Cuck.”

I heard Chris try to protest but I couldn’t tell you what he said. He was hammering on and on, his voice weak and I could tell, even without looking at him, that he was crying. I was annoyed. I pulled off Andrew’s cock and turned to Chris, “hey cuck. Either shut the fuck up and let me enjoy Daddy’s cock, or get out.”

I went back to Andrew’s cock. Chris went quiet. Andrew grunted and then chuckled.

You paused suddenly and attempted to back up out of the bathroom amid a torrent of mumbled apologies compliments of finding your husbands boy toy sat on the toilet. He laughed and told you not to go anywhere and that he was finished. You averted your eyes as he stood up, still uncomfortable with this new experience between the two of you, and looked down at the Italian tile as he made his way to the vanity and admired himself.

“Hey, flush that, would ya?” he casually tossed out while tracing the razor sharp line of his jaw with one long, well manicured finger. You moved, relieved that the task gave you a purpose and that you were freed, momentarily anyway, from kneeling there feeling awkward and foolish. Your relief drained out,however, when the toilet bowl and it’s floating contents reminded you why the situation was so uncomfortable in the first place. Wanting to close this chapter of your morning as quickly as possible, you simply reached up and flushed as commanded, removing one aspect of the morning’s discomfort. “Thanks buddy,” he said, in a way that somehow made you feel even smaller. “Now, get behind me and get that face buried deep in my ass and get that tongue to work. I’m going to shave while I think about what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”

His boyfriend is cruel, sexually. He locked Aaron’s cock in a chastity cage on their fourth date, and since then it hasn’t been free for more than a few hours at a time. It’s been six weeks since Aaron has been given an orgasm. Last night he was tied to the bed and edged for three hours, before having his cock iced down and relocked without relief.

Sometimes he jerks off on Aaron’s face and makes him wear it all day long while Aaron does the household chores. Sometimes Aaron gets texts at work ordering him to run to the bathroom and tease his own nipples for a few minutes, to remind him who’s in control, and who’s just a horny, denied chastity boy. Some nights Aaron gets his cock unlocked before being fucked senseless, without being allowed to touch his aching, desperate meat as it bounces pitifully in the air.

Other nights, Aaron’s boyfriend brings home other men and makes him watch as he fucks them, both enjoying a proper orgasm right in front of him, while he remains locked. Sometimes he treats Aaron to a nice restaurant dinner, and watches him squirm as the vibrating buttplug teases his prostate and causes precum to soak through his slacks. Sometimes he sets up a webcam and has strangers make requests of Aaron, which can rarely be refused unless it would result in personal harm, or a forbidden orgasm.

It seems his boyfriend’s defining joy is to find new and creative ways to humiliate, degrade, frustrate, tease, torture, and deny Aaron the simplest of sexual pleasures. And with every cruel act, Aaron falls more and more in love with him. He’s all he’s ever dreamed of in a man and more.

As Aaron watches him get ready for work, he mentally reviews his plan for the night. Surprising him with a romantic home-cooked meal when he gets back from work, taking him out to see the stars glisten over the lake, and finally getting down on one knee, asking him to be his forever. To spend their remaining years laughing, loving, and breaking every sexual boundary that the modern world tells them is deviant and wrong.

But.. on the other hand it is hot letting the other person decide when I cum. Why the fuck do I like this 🤯🔫

I think ultimately let me decide when I give you control over things and how long for. I’d want a stop button. An override command if you will. So that, if I couldn’t take it anymore, legitimately couldn’t take it, I at least know I’d always have a safety net. Or I could take a break and just have regular, uninhibited sex.

I think most of what I find hot in my head usually isn’t as good, or wouldn’t be as good if I actually lived it out. I feel like it’s not supposed to be actualised. And that of what I find hot in my head, I tend to only look at the positives and what I find hot about it.. not necessarily the whole picture. For example - chastity. I like the idea of being denied and frustrated and told to wait for an orgasm while my partner is able to get off whenever he chooses, ignoring my needs for him and actively working to pleasure him whilst my dick is ignored. However, the reality isn’t as great as it seems. It’s frustrating, and irritating. And it makes me feel like I need to suffer in silence. I don’t like having my sexual needs ignored entirely. I don’t like having to rely on someone for pleasure. I don’t like being needy or desperate if those feelings aren’t necessarily reciprocated in their respective ways, because then I feel vulnerable. I want to be in control as much as I want to submit. I want my pleasure to matter to them as much as theirs does to me.

“I know, boy! It was hard for you to understand that your ejaculations had to be reduced in their frequency. Hard training was needed to reduce the release intervals. Before we settled our relationship, you have been a daily wanker. Yes, I know you told me that during puberty you have jerked yourself off three times a day. For many months at the beginning of our relationship you were allowed to ejaculate 3 times a week. But even during this time you cheated me with additional cumshots. Then we started with chastity rules and you have been locked in a chastity device. From that point, your behavior improved significant.”

“Cheating was still possible. I needed to be very creative in defining rules for bondage and chastity. You know the rules. They are all part of the chastity contract you have signed two years ago. Since that day, you have to wear rubber 24/7 and be locked in a steel chastity device with no possibility to touch your cock or balls. When the chastity device has to be removed for cleaning reasons, you are always in strict bondage and blindfolded for the whole cleaning procedure. So, you even have not seen your cock the last two years. Your cock belongs to your daddy and I was the solely decision maker about your cummings. We reduced your ejaculations to one per month.”

“A prerequisite for a monthly release session is a 36 hours’ bondage session in the cage with cock ball training and recurring edging procedures. The release sessions are performed according to the strict session rules and are very professional meanwhile. The rules ensure that your whole body is encased in rubber and leather before it will be prepared on the leather padded release session table and ends up in immobile bondage. I have to mention that your ass is always plugged and your mouth is gagged with an inflatable gag during the session. Before you finally allowed to ejaculate a prolonged edging procedure goes ahead.”

“Between the monthly release sessions your behavior makes me really proud of you, boy! But I always notice a lack of eagerness during the training immediately after the release sessions for a period of about one week. This cannot be accepted! I had a really long discussion with my friends and other masters about the possibilities to solve this problem. After weighing all the pros and cons I finally came to the conclusion that a release by ejaculation is not needed for my boy any more. The ejaculation is an indicator for the intense of a penile stimulated orgasm and this kind of orgasms are not good for a boy.”

“What does that mean for you now, boy? You´re locked in your cage for 36 hours and you expect that your monthly release session is started soon. But that will not happen. The release sessions have to be renamed to enforced bondage sessions, because I will keep them as they are according to the strict rules with the only difference that the final release is never proceeded any more. The new enforced bondage sessions additionally will be moved a little bit forward in time and your 36 hours’ bondage session in the cage is extended with a milking session.”

My bf started to dress like Justin, and get his hair cut like him. He adopted Justin’s preferences. And he demanded that I spend the night at Justin’s, cleaning his place, whenever Justin spent the night at our house, fucking. 

I’d have never let it continue if Justin hadn’t been so hot. And I had to admit that the change in my bf turned me on big time. He was much more demanding in bed now, and ordered me around with a cool, calm authority that was intoxicating. The sex was far better than it had ever been.

After a while, Justin decided that since I was doing such a good job cleaning his place, he had some friends who’d be willing to pay for that kind of service. And the money could go toward funding his dates with my bf. After all, he reasoned, he was doing me a favor educating my bf on how to be the kind of man I desired so badly. The least I could do was pay for expenses. 

It had been 9 months since I revealed to my husband that I asked my friend James

to seduce him.

Since that time, their relationship has taken off immensely, much to my cock’s enjoyment. We now go on three way dates a lot as well, as I’ve made it clear to both of them that I’m comfortable with sharing.

I’m out of town on business a lot, often for weeks at a time, and whenever I’m away Josh stays at James’ place.

James only lives 15 minutes from our house, so it’s very easy for my husband to enjoy his time with James without worrying about missing work or being late for anything.

Since the two of them began seeing each other regularly with my blessing, they’ve been semi-public about certain things.

They post pictures with each other hugging and being close online and such, but unless you read carefully into it, they look like they could just be good friends.

James respects our marriage and I respect their relationship too, so sharing Josh has been a really smooth process.

Recently, I was given a new assignment for work, one that both excited me and made me a bit melancholy. I was being promoted and my salary was increasing, but I had to go to Europe for 4 months.

I was excited not only for the opportunity, but because it would mean my husband would be living with James for the next 4 months!

I took Josh out for dinner to announce the new position, and ask if he wanted me to take it.

“Babe, you know I love you and above all things I support you. I think you should take the job. It’ll be an amazing new experience! And don’t worry about me. James will keep me company while you’re away! We can Skype you every night!”

It was settled. Josh would be staying with James and I would be heading off to Europe.

The first few weeks were chaotic. Settling into a new time zone and a new culture was a challenge.

It was a bit hectic at home too. Josh moved most of his belongings to James’ house and transitioned into living there long-term, but said he would check up on our place every week or so.

The upside was our nightly Skype calls were amazing. Josh and James would call me in all sorts of positions. One time they called me with the webcam zoomed in on my husband’s face, which was buried in James’ ass. They were having sex every day, often multiple times a day.

After a short while, we all transitioned into this new lifestyle. Josh and James were very happy and so was I.

Four months flew by quickly, and when it was almost time to come home Josh called me telling me he had something serious he wanted to talk about.

“What’s up babe?” I asked him.

“Well…honey,” he replied, “I don’t quite know how to put this…it’s just we’ve kind of settled into a routine, and most of my stuff is at James’ place and everything. I really look forward to seeing you, but I don’t think I want to move back home. At least not on a nightly basis.”

I totally understood where he was coming from, and expected it. “Josh, I knew this was coming,” I told him, “You should stay with James! As long as you and I can see each other often enough, I have no problems with this! You and he have a relationship too, and I respect that.”

Eventually Josh and I made an arrangement where he would stay with me every other weekend, and with James the rest of the time. Everyone was happy with it and the two of them were very much in love too.

So this is where we are today. My husband lives with his boyfriend most of the time (the two of them are very much all over each other’s social media now, and aren’t afraid of being publicly intimate) and I get sloppy seconds every other weekend! Josh and I are still deeply in love too, and he’s proud to wear his ring. We still have our date nights and talk constantly.

Seriously though, it’s been great to have this time together without distractions to just really bond and get to know each other better. I have a feeling you’re going to be seeing a lot more of him over at our place. We have great chemistry. 

This is a true story by one of my fans who chooses to remain anonymous.

Up til now Cuckolding was a fantasy of mine.  I’ve heard about it and became addicted to the subject even more by reading “gaycucksub”’s blog.  A little bit about myself and my bottom husband of 4 years.  Jack is the love of my life, it was love at first sight.  32, 5 foot eleven, two hundred pounds, not fat but curvy in all the right places, and his ass is to die for, big juicy round Bubble Butt.   I’m stand shorter at 5 foot seven & 165 pounds, unfortunately I only have a small package below the belt, 5″, 39 years old.

Jack and I have been inseparable and I wanted to give him more , as I feared I wasn’t enough for him.  Sex was great and he seemed content, but there always was a doubt in the back of my mind that he needed more than what I could offer him.  I could not figure out a way to ask him about opening up the relationship to cuckolding, so I turned to the one person who could help me in the matter, “gaycucksub”.

After a few nights of chatting and getting a sense of what cuckolding was, I was ready to address the subject to Jack.  Absolutely not is what he said to me.  Why would you want me to cheat on you?  he said to me in an outraged tone.  So much for that theory I thought.  I let a few days go by and would leave my computer opened to cuckold tumblr blogs. hoping Jack would read up on the matter.

2 weeks later after we finished making love, Jack mentioned he had been talking to a co-worker of his about cuckolding.  I asked who it was and he said Linda, a good friend of his at work and she is actually in a cuck relationship with her husband.  He said she told him how excited her husband was when she would being another man home to fuck her.  Now her husband is very attentive to her like never before.

So what are you saying?  I asked curiously

Is this something you really want me to do?  He reiterated

Hell Yes!  I replied realizing my voice was too excited & loud.

Won’t you be hurt?  

No, this is a fantasy of mine, to see you get fucked by a bigger cock,

So you won’t be upset at me afterwards?  

Why would I be if I’m the one that brought it up to you, it won’t be cheating if you tell me about it or let me watch or be in the same house.

Ok, he said.

So?  Do you want to go ahead with it?  I asked all excited.

Yes, but I don’t want it to be just anybody, I want to be with a guy I’m comfortable with.

Who do you have in mind? Peeking my interest.

Greg.  He said.

Greg is my best friend since high school, a guy I used to shower with after gym class, a guy who’s dick is 6″ long in its soft stage.  Greg who has it turns out is Bi with a girlfriend, he stands 6 foot 2, at 230 pounds, muscle bod, great physique and a dong to match.  Dark curly hair, goatee and blue eyes.

You want your first Bull to be my Best Friend?  

Is that OK?  he asked 

It would be hot!, Of course its more than OK. 

My dick got hard again just thinking of my best friend fucking my husband’s fat ass with his monster cock.

The next day I contacted Greg and told him about what we wanted to do, and that he was someone we trusted to be the first.  He jumped at the chance and said he would be at the house tonight.  I felt jealousy and turned on and hurt all at once.  My husband will be my best friend’s bitch tonight and maybe for much more.  

I texted Jack and told him Greg was coming over tonight.

That quick?  he said

That night Jack was very nervous as was I.  Greg was coming over at 9 and we got the house all cleaned up as Jack got ready for his first date with Greg, my best friend.  I poured myself a beer. Greg came by at 8:45, a bit early but we were ready, he came in dressed in tight cowboy fitted jeans and cut off t shirt and a smile, he looked hot.  Jack had on his sexy tight pants that showed off his round bubbly ass.  We sat down in the living room and told Jack to sit next to Greg on the couch while I took the recliner., I offered Greg a beer and we chatted about nothing important, the sexual tension was building between the two of them but Jack was too nervous, I guess me being there and all.  So I excused myself to use the bathroom.  I stayed a bit longer than necessary to give them time to get acquainted.

As I was turning the corner at the end of the hall I heard some slurping noise and light moaning from the living room, so I stopped cold in my tracks and slowly peeked around the corner.  There he was, the love of my life bent over on the couch sucking on my best friend’s huge cock.  Greg had his right hand fondling Jack’s ample ass.  While Jack’s head was bobbing up n down on his massive manhood.

I was instantly hard at the sight, but what do I do?  Do I stay hidden?  Do I come out there and possibly ruin things?

“SLAP”

I was woken from my trans and peered back towards the living room to see Jack’s pants were on the floor and he had resumed his position to blowing my best friend, Greg slapping Jack’s naked backside as he sucked him.

I sum up the courage to join them in the living room and take my seat on the recliner sporting my raging hard on.

Your boy is a good cocksucker, says Greg with a sheepish smile.

Jack continues his assault on his manhood.

How big is that?  I asked him 

Bigger than yours Cuck friend.  The tone in his voice became more authoritative

Now your husband will be letting you know just how big it is in a moment. 

And with that he directs Jack off his cock and to climb over his lap and to impale himself on his huge dick right there on the couch.

Let me get the lube & condom, I said.  While rushing to the bedroom to fetch it from the night stand. Upon my return, Greg instructed me to lube his cock for him.

There I was, about to touch my Best Friend’s big cock for the first time ever.  I placed a blob of lube in the palm of my hand and covered Greg’s massive manhood completely with it.

Damn I forgot to put your condom on firs.  I said

No need for that shit, I’m gonna plow that ass bareback cuck.  Greg exclaimed. 

With that said, Jack climbs over Greg’s lap facing him.

Guide my cock in your Husband’s tight hole!  Greg demanded

Yes sir!  I almost shot my load while directing his cock head towards my husband’s big round ass.  Greg grabbing hold of Jack’s melon ass cheeks with each hand and spreading them apart to expose his tight clenched hole, a hole that is about to be destroyed by my best friend. 

My fist around the base of Greg’s shaft, Jack lowers himself inch by inch onto Greg’s dick until he reaches my hand, then Greg pushes my hand off of it then tells me to take a seat.

Jack moaning while he taking all of Greg’s 9″ cock in by inch on the couch, my husband of 4 years.

Now watch a real man fuck your husband.

With each hand grabbing hold of Jack’s big ass, he directs him to hump on it faster, while thrusting himself deeper in my husband’s tight hole.

Ahhh Its so big.   Jack moans

Take it all bitch, says Greg

 From super Fan-  

I didn’t know what to do.  I was angry and excited at the same time.  I stood outside the door waiting for a sign from them to come in.  But not a sound.  There I was sitting on the floor outside my own bedroom door locked out with my Husband of 4 years in bed cuddling next to my Best Friend.

I was in a trans state, reliving the events for the night.  Seeing my Best Friend fuck my Husband in the living room and now they are laying together in bed, my mind was swirling with these scenes flashing over & over again, the sound of my husband’s voice telling Greg to cum deep in his married hole.  Remembering the events that led to this, how I wanted this to happen and now it did, I am finally a cuck,  Exhausted from the excitement and range of emotions, dosing off like a worthless cuck on the floor leaning against the wall to my own bedroom.  Feeling defeated.  Slowly drifting off into a deep sleep…

“Thud!” a distant noise pulling me out of my sleep.

“Thud thud thud thud…”  Continuous banging going on, now getting fully awake,

“thud thud thud thud”  What the? I think to myself slowly coming to my senses on the floor.

“Ahh, Yes, Fuck me!”

“Fuck me hard!’ 

“Pound my hole”

“Thud thud thud thud…”  

The sound of my own headboard hitting the wall, the voice is my Husband’s.  They are fucking again.  I am instantly hard listening to the sounds of my Best Friend fucking my husband again in my bed this time.

“Your ass is so fucking good!  I’ll fuck it all night!”  Greg said out loud.

“Fuck Yes!  Spend the night and fuck me!” Jack replied with an excitement in his voice.

It was too late now, I could not change my mind, I had created this and now its manifesting itself.This went on for almost an hour.  Bed creaking, Husband moaning then they both must of cum, since dead silence fell upon the room again.  Next thing, Greg comes out and makes a bee line for the bathroom, not even a glimpse towards my way.  Jack then comes out and I follow him into the kitchen.  

“Greg is staying over tonight”  He announced blatantly.

Pours himself a glass of water and one for Greg who gulps it down once he comes in the kitchen , both naked, sweaty and smelling of sex.  Greg slaps Jack’s ass and fingers it a bit, then shoves it in my face.

“Lick it!”

I do as I’m told and lick my Best Friend’s cum covered finger that he just stuck up my husband’s hole he just bred for the second time.

“How’s the taste?”  he asked

“Great!”  I replied.   Seeing my hard on which I could not hide, with that I felt his hand at the back of my head as he grabbed a fist full of hair and pushed me down to my knees, and with his other hand, he pressed on Jack’s lower  back, motioning to bend over the sink.  Then Greg shoved my head up Jack’s ass.

“Lick it Cuck!”

I did, and it was amazing.  My husband’s sweaty ass and Greg’s cum oozing out of it, felt and tasted super hot.  I devoured Jack’s ass for a while.  

“Move!” Greg said in a husky voice.

I turned to see him sporting another erection.  He pushed me out of the way and positioned himself behind my husband already bent over the sink.I am still knelt down on the side, watching Greg’s big 9″ cock disappear between my husband’s thick ass cheeks inch by inch.

“arghhh , mmmm “ Jack is besides himself as Greg picks up speed and thrusts deep into his thick ass.

“This is what a real man looks like, pounding a slutty married hole in front of his worthless lil dick husband”  Says Greg staring at me.

“lick his butt!”

“LICK IT!” he ordered me

There I was on the floor knelt on my husband’s side watching my Best friend pounding his ass inches from my face, and ordered to get closer.  I leaned forward and could feel the heat emanating from the sex going on before me, I stuck my tongue out and licked Jack’s bouncing ass cheek .

After a few seconds, Greg pulls out halfway and tells me to lick his cock while half of it is in my husband’s hole and I did,.  His cock was covered in cum from the previous loads and scents from my husband’s hole was too much for me and I came right there on the floor.

Greg all but laughed then continued his assault on Jack’s hole.  

Then he directs jack to sit on the counter top, with his lower back resting on the counter and his ass off it, he positions himself while Jack lays his legs on Greg’s shoulders and ordered me to lay on my back on the floor with my head between Greg’s legs.  Which gave me the perfect view.

Greg re-enters Jack’s hole and it begins, more powerful thrusts and fast pounding action, watching Greg’s monster cock fucking Jack’s wobbling big ass was so hot, spats of previous cum dripping from my husband’s hole as he receiving a good fuck from my Best friend falling on my face.  After a few minutes Greg says he’s about to cum again.  Now his thrusts become more powerful as he groans with his deep voice. then it happens.  He shoots a 3rd load in my husband’s hole, as things slows down to a complete stop, Greg pulls out and as it did, a succession of cum drops from my husband’s over filled hole and Greg’s cock fall on my face, I enjoy every drop with my mouth wide open as I shoot another load on my chest.

They both showered together, then I was allowed after them.  When I came out, Jack told me he had a pillow and blankets for me on the couch and the two of them retired to the bedroom for the night. I had a hard time falling asleep, and was listening to sucking noises around 4am, then things quiet down again, then I woke up again around 8, to them fucking again.

Our relationship has been open for a number of years. We don’t play with each other any more, and we don’t play with others together. He does his thing and I do mine.

I’m wiling (eager?) to talk about it, but he doesn’t like to give me the details. He tells me when he’s going out to play (usually), but not the “who, what and where” details which I crave, especially after finding this site! I’ve done a lot of cranking since I found you and these hot stories and pix! I told my husband about it, but he wasn’t interested in the whole cuck thing.

One night when he was on his way out I told him how horny it made me to think of him out on the town sucking dick.  I asked him if he wanted to start early and he dropped to his knees and sucked me good. I really miss his blow jobs! The guys in our city are so lucky to have such an eager and available cocksucker nearby!

A short while later I told him about a fetish party I’ve wanted to attend for many years. He doesn’t share that particular interest but said it was ok. It involved some travel so I asked him to come with me. I figured I’d book a few days at a clothing-optional men’s resort with a pool. He’d get to be naked in the sun all day, and if there were other men around, so much the better! I figured while I was out doing my thing, he’d be getting some back at the hotel.

That first night we met a bunch of guys at the hotel pool. There’s a certain magic about meeting people for the first time when everyone is naked. It was so relaxed and comfortable, and the conversation was really open. We stayed up very late until there was only one guy left in the pool with us. Super hot, very friendly. We both liked him immediately.

Well, like I said, the conversation was really open. I eventually got around to admitting my desire to see my husband with another man. My remark got raised eyebrows from him, but we moved on to other topics. A few minutes later I excused myself and went back to our room to take piss.

As I walked back, I stopped dead in my tracks. They were still in the pool together and had melted into each other’s arms and into a passionate kiss. They didn’t notice me return. They didn’t notice my instant erection, They didn’t see me standing there on the side of the pool stroking my dong like a crazed teenager. I was hot and horny and breathless. And so happy!

After a few minutes I stopped stroking and got into the pool with them. The three of us shared kisses and it stared to move even further. My husband stopped kissing him long enough to tell me how wild he was for this guy. He kissed him some more and eventually started to suck his dick. F'ing hell! I could have burst right then - it was super hot seeing my husband going down on that dick!

But it was so very late, like 4am, so as fun as it was and as horny as we all were, we decided to break it up. My husband and I went back to our room, but as I started to get ready for bed, he told me he was going to the other guy’s room. Didn’t talk about it, just said “I’m going” and walked out. Left me there, alone. Sporting a fresh boner, of course. And thinking to myself, what just happened?

Yeah, he’s a dedicated cocksucker, but I had seen it in his eyes — he wanted this guy to fuck him. If I knew the guy’s room number, I probably would have stood outside his door to listen to him taking my husband. But I didn’t, so I went to the rooftop patio to jerk my dick under the stars, alone, while my husband was getting plowed by some hottie he’d just met.

My husband confided to me that he was just waiting for Jack's hole to get too loose for his use, so he can discard him and find a new boy toy. He already had a target too, the new assistant of mine that I hired fresh from college.

Everyone knows that Jake and Mike have been a couple for several years, and that their mate Tom moved into their spare room a few months ago when he suddenly found himself with nowhere to live.

The reality is that Tom moved into the main bedroom with Jake, and Mike is sleeping alone in the other room. Even before Tom officially changed his address, Mike had accepted his status as the cuck in the family, and has actually been quite enjoying his new role - so long as the three of them kept up the pretence with their friends that Tom is just a lodger.

My husband and I have been together several years and it wasn’t until recently that we’d arrived at the conclusion that potentially inviting someone else into the bedroom would be something we’d be into… Once my husband put it out there though, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Let alone expect to deliver on my husband’s fantasy as soon as I did.

The first time I cucked my husband was this past summer. It didn’t start out as an intentional cuck, more so an inadvertent bud. While visiting a local dog park a handsome gentleman started making small talk. The guy was new in town and to the neighborhood, we exchanged numbers after finding out I had a husband and so did he. Now to say my cock didn’t stir, would be a lie, Nick was a stud. He’s in his 40’s salt and pepper hair, great build and I have a weakness for older guys, but I didn’t think much more about the run in.

I didn’t think twice about the friendly “Hello” text and made small talk via text with Nick until I noticed the text take a flirtatious tone. I’m generally the top at home but when Nick mentioned that he thought I had a great ass in my shorts, my dick stirred. It’d been a while since I’d been on the hard end of a fuck and my curiosity got the best of me.

Nick suggested we hangout sometime, let’s face it, we all know what that meant. To encourage me, Nick sent pix and he didn’t disappoint. Solid gym body and a terrific cock. I decided to test the husband and see just how serious he was about opening up our relationship, either way though, I’d agreed to have Nick over.

My husband was at work so I sent him a quick text letting him know that I’d been thinking about our conversation about having a guy fuck me. My husband was all for it if I was, so I let him know that I actually already had someone on the way over. I wish I could have been in his office when he read that message, he didn’t reply immediately but once he did, I knew there was no turning back.

I filled him in on Nick and sent him the photos he’d sent me, and that sent my husband into overdrive, he even sent back a photo of his slacks stained with pre cum on the front. To really drive it home though, I’d let Nick have my husband’s number so he could call his cell to gain access into our building. Once he arrived and was let in, I didn’t text my husband again until it was all over.

Nick fucked me every which way in our bedroom, I’m pretty sure if our neighbors were home, they certainly knew what was going on in my bedroom but just not with whom. Nick put his gym body and cock to work, even taking a moment to snap a photo of him fucking me so that I could send it to my husband. Damn it felt so good to be owned by a top stud like him, he shot his load all over my ass and back and I couldn’t even move once we finished.

Nick was sweaty as fuck so I offered him a shower and sent him on his way. After I’d regained my composure after having my brains fucked out, I simply sent my husband the photo of Nick fucking me. Again, I can only imagine what he was like in his office once he opened the photo.

Sure enough, my husband rushed home to ask about every detail about my afternoon… It didn’t take long for him to drop to his knees and beg me to let him eat me out while I continued to tell him all about the hot fuck. He came so hard jacking off while I straddled his face on our bed in the spot that Nick and I boned. To add to it, after rinsing off in the shower, I handed him the towel Nick had used to towel off earlier. My husband was only too eager to swallow another load from me.