Cuck Curious

Truth was, we were slowly become a threesome. A bromance with benefits. Only maybe  something more. I was starting to imagine what it would be like to live with these guys after college. Sharing one king bed. Having sex whenever the fuck we wanted, paired off or all together.

So now, they have a thing. I have no idea how we ended up in this, but I love it. He’s still with me, but I only get to watch. It scares me a little but still makes me feel great.

I’m a curious person, so I reached out to Cuckold Husband to dig a bit deeper.

When did you discover and start to explore a gay cuckold fantasy?

Like most people, I honed in on my fetish through porn. I discovered my interest in BDSM and foot fetish. I discovered that I was submissive. But I always kept returning to cuckold porn. I never watched other forms of straight porn, but straight cuckold porn was the only outlet that had the power dynamic that I identified with. Gay cuckold porn is non-existent.

How would you define a gay cuckold?

I think being a cuckold is mostly self-identification. Some people think of it as simply being a sub or being denied orgasm.

For me, it’s a gay man whose partner has sex with other men — with or without the cuck’s approval — and this causes erotic humiliation and shame to the cuckold.

Why is the cuckold scenario something that fuels your fantasy?

I’m not exactly sure what it is about this scenario that appeals to me so strongly. I’ve always been monogamous-minded, and I’m completely monogamous to my husband. Him seeking sexual pleasure from others challenges that. To me, it’s taboo and exciting.

There’s also lots of BDSM aspects to this — being denied orgasm, being humiliated, being compared to a more masculine male.

An added element for me is that I’m 98 percent top, and having another man provide more satisfaction to my husband than I can is incredibly hot for me.

How long have you been running your Twitter profile dedicated to gay cuckold fantasies?

I started my Twitter account about two years ago, as a companion piece to my Tumblr. I never expected that I’d have so many people interested in the content that I post. I have 28,000 followers on Tumblr.

What sort of feedback and engagement do you get from your followers?

I get mixed reactions from people on social media. The main one is from other gay cuckolds who are glad that they’ve found an outlet. Many think that they’re the only ones who feel this way or have this fetish. It’s not very common in the gay community. A lot of what I talk about online is real life applications of the fetish and our fantasies. Including aftercare.

I also have some people message me with criticism. People who criticise me for the fetishism of ‘cheating.’ The most of criticism I’ve heard is from gay men who feel like the fetish shouldn’t belong with gay men, that it’s too hetero-normative, that it relies too much on the expectation of monogamy, and that queer people should not feel the sexual shame that a lot of us cuckolds exhibit.

Have you ever explored your gay cuckold fantasies in real life?

I have, and it’s gone great! Although, my experiences are not as prolific as the fantasy I portray online. My husband and I got married young, and were monogamous for the first ten years of our relationship. We intended to remain that way.

Although I’ve had cuckold fantasies since my late-teens, I didn’t share them with my husband. I thought they were too weird or that he wouldn’t understand them. As he grew older, his sexuality blossomed, and he started talking about the potential of opening up our marriage. That’s all the nudging I needed!

I sent him a couple articles about cuckolding in general, and gay cuckolding specifically. I told him how much I identified with that. He surprised me by quickly falling in love with the role of ‘hot husband.’ It gives him a sense of power and desirability.

In our marriage, he’s free to have sex with other men. But I’m not. We do have rules in place — for us, it’s important that the interactions with the ‘bulls’ is a physical one and not an emotional or romantic one. Plus, I get to hear all the juicy details, or I get to watch.

What’s your ultimate gay cuckold fantasy?

Coming home from work locked in my chastity cage. I open the front door, I can hear my husband moaning upstairs and the bed creaking. I enter the bedroom to find my husband being pounded by an alpha stud.

The bull ties me up, gags me, and continues to fuck my husband right in front of me, and I’m forced to watch. They both humiliate me verbally, including SPH — small penis humiliation. My husband is looking straight at me and is obviously having the time of his life.

After the other guy leaves, my husband unties me and teases me while I rim him. He tells me how much bigger and better the other guy was.

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I haven’t submitted a true story on here in a while. This is a LONG story, but I guarantee that it’s 100% true. I hope you enjoy it! _________________________________________________ After our encounter with the stripper, my husband (let’s call him Jack from now on, shall we?) was fucking me more than ever, and when I brought up watching him top that guy, he only fucked me harder. Long story short, our first venture into adding more guys to our bed only enhanced our sex life. It felt like we were only getting closer. Not to rub it in anyone’s face but the sex was soooooo good.  About a month after that experience, we traveled north to visit friends and family. Jack and I met doing theater together, and he always encouraged me whenever I decided to get back on stage. We were going to see our parents and then see a production with the company I used to work for. There was a cast party afterwards that an old director friend invited us to. We went to the see the show, and it was great to see all of our friends performing again. We knew almost every single person in the show, so it was going to be like old times. 

Once the show ended, we went to the director’s house. It was this huge, Victorian style home that you could get lost in. My director friend had a pretty big family, but the kids were away so he and his wife could really cut loose. 

When we walked in, it was like a toned down version of every college party you’ve seen in a movie. There had to be at least 50 people at this party, so clearly out hosts invited way more than just people involved with the show. We quickly said hello to a bunch of people and found our way to the kitchen. We made ourselves some mixed drinks (heavy on the vodka), and we started mingling with people we knew. 

People kept coming up to us and asking us questions about living in Miami, but I was surprised to see a guy named Ryan approach us. Ryan is the epitome of a twink. He’s short, fit, and adorable. He has dark features and this HUGE smile that lights up a room. He has this confidence that is both playful and somehow very sweet. Even though he’s 20, he still looks much younger. He is always pushing back his floppy, thick brown hair out off of his forehead. He’s seriously one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen. 

Ryan and I did one show together right when he turned 19. I played a character that had to wear assless chaps in a musical number (don’t ask), and he was always checking out my round bum. The week of his birthday, he and I flirted on Facebook Messenger and swapped some cock pictures. He also mentioned that he totally thought Jack was hot. They flirted pretty casually around the same time that he and I did, so I knew my husband was interested.

 He chatted with my and Jack about the show (he was in it and he definitely has presence on stage), and I saw both Jack and Ryan checking each other out at different points during the conversation. At one point, Jack went to get all 3 of us drinks, but Ryan stayed with me to talk.

 “Remember that time we chatted and got off together online,” I asked.

 My mind was racing of how this evening could play out, so I didn’t waste any time.

 “Oh yeah! That was fun. You have a thick cock,” Ryan replied. That smile was so fucking cute.

“You and Jack flirted a bit too…right?” I pressed.

 He kind of bashfully grinned and admitted that, yes, he and Jack did indeed flirt and swap some pictures.

 “Do you still think he’s hot?” I asked.

 Ryan did a cute double take. He looked in Jack’s direction and quickly looked back at me.

 “Are you kidding? He’s hotter now. Did his arms get bigger?” Ryan said.

 “So…you’re saying that you’d still want to get into his pants?” I pressed.

 “You know I would be down for a threesome,” he said.

 “I didn’t ask if you’d be down for a threesome. I asked if you wanted to get into his pants,” I said, trying to inch closer to the point. It’s sometimes hard to read if guys will “get” my cuck fantasy, so I don’t come out with it right away. He looked back at Jack and then back at me with a knowing smile.

“I’d be willing to get on my knees for him. When do you want me to do this?” he asked. His entire mood changed. I could hear the excitement in his voice already. I leaned in closer—almost whispering in his ear.

“No one is upstairs. Find a bedroom and suck him off,” I instructed, and I slowly walked towards Jack. He was on his way back to continue our conversation, and I snatched my refilled drink from his hand. I told him that I was going to go outside and talk to some people, and he gave me a quick peck on the lips. He made his way back to Ryan, and they continued talking. 

I forced myself to keep my distance from that room, because I didn’t want to see the interaction at first. I also didn’t want to make Ryan nervous. I wanted Jack to think that it was Ryan’s idea and I wanted Jack to make the decision to sneak away with this adorable twink when I wasn’t looking. I gave myself 20 minutes, and I walked back into the room where we were talking. They were gone.

 I was already semi hard in my jeans. I couldn’t see them anywhere. I found a long winding wooden staircase near the front of the house and made my way to the second floor. I found a long wide hallway with heavy wooden doors on both sides. This old house is huge, so there had to be 5 or 6 bedrooms—not to mention the third floor. I crept along the corridor and put my ears to each one to listen for any evidence of sound. On my fourth try, I could hear muffled moaning, but it didn’t sound like Jack.

 I slowly cracked open the door and found myself in a tiny little coat room with another wooden door on the opposite wall. It had to only be 3 feet by 3 feet—a small square room that had coats and a tiny bench to sit down and take off your shoes. But the moaning was more pronounced from here because the door was cracked ever so slightly.

 When I glanced through, I didn’t see Ryan sucking Jack off. Ryan was on his back on a large four-poster bed, his ankles in Jack’s hands. Jack was on his knees, slowly pumping into Ryan’s ass. Ryan was naked, but Jack only unbuttoned his dress shirt.

 “You’re the biggest guy I’ve ever had,” Ryan whimpered as Jack slid deep into him again.

 “Biggest, huh? Well, you’re fucking tight,” Jack smiled back.

 Ryan was obviously still getting used to Jack’s size, because he occasionally would whimper louder as Jack thrusted deep. Jack would mumble under his breath, “you like that, huh…how long have you wanted this big dick…your ass is so god damn good…”

 In no time, my jeans were unbuttoned, and I was stroking. Even though they were fucking in a huge bed, you could still hear the mattress slamming into the big, wooden headboard as each thrust got more intense. Ryan’s moaning kept growing in volume, and Jack would remind him to be quiet.

 After a few minutes, Jack pulled Ryan up into his lap, and Ryan instinctively wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist.

 “You need to ride this dick,” Jack said as he kissed Ryan. It was a long, slow kiss that he only really reserved for me, but I could tell he was enjoying claiming this twink’s ass. Ryan wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and responded by kissing him back. It was then that it transformed from hard fuck to slow, deliberate sex—borderline lovemaking. Jack’s big hands easily cupped Ryan’s ass as he bucked back and forth onto Jack’s huge cock. Ryan would occasionally throw his head back and let out a moan before resuming the deep making out with my husband. Jack responded by slowly thrusting up into Ryan’s beautiful bubble butt. I could tell they were taking their time because they were enjoying it so much. My alpha husband taking this twink for an unforgettable ride.

 “I want to see your big chest,” Ryan moaned out, and he slipped Jack’s dress shirt off. Jack’s pecs did look impressive since he was hitting the gym pretty hard lately. His tuft of dark chest hair—which I demanded he always keep—was soaked with sweat. Jack reached down and started to jack Ryan off. Ryan’s thick cock curved up, and I could see it was gushing precum. The faster Jack stroked, the harder Ryan started to bounce on Jack’s cock. And the louder his moaning got. By now, Ryan was doing most of the work and Jack was enjoying ride. Ryan was getting more and more drunk on Jack’s cock.

 “You’re so fucking deep,” Ryan moaned out.

“Ever have a man this deep in you before?” Jack asked.

“Uh uh. You’re so…fucking…big…fuckkkk meee…” Ryan growled. It had gone back to hard fucking again. “You need to cum, baby?” Jack asked him. “Uh huh. Fuck the cum out of me, baby. Fuck it out of me with that big dick,” Ryan replied.

 Jack gently pushed Ryan off of him, grabbed him by the ankles, and flipped him over onto his stomach. By now, my cock was aching and slick with so much precum that it was dripping onto the carpeted floor. Jack got off the bed and stood at the edge and pulled Ryan back onto his cock with a steady movement (Ryan let out a deep “ohhhhhh” when Jack was fully inside him). Now that he was standing up, Jack could exert more strength into Ryan’s ass. His hands looked huge as he pulled Ryan back onto him, and I could really see how thick Ryan’s ass was. I always knew he had a toned dancer’s body, but his ass was round and plump. Every time Jack’s hips collided with it, it rippled with a lot of give. Every so often, he would give Ryan’s ass a gentle slap and he’d mumble “fuck” or “damn” under his breath.

 It was Jack’s turn to get drunk on Ryan’s ass. As Ryan arched his back, he met each one of Jack’s thrusts by rocking back and forth. They were meeting each other mid-thrust. Jack’s head was tilted back, his mouth slightly agape, and his biceps were perpetually flexed. He looked like a real man taking this guy’s ass for all it was worth. 

“I should’ve fucked you a long time ago,” Jack growled as he went deeper, grabbing Ryan’s shoulders, “fucckkk, you can take a dick…”

 “I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since I met you,” Ryan admitted, that trademark grin spreading across his face as he looked back at my husband.

 They both obviously didn’t want it to end. They kept slowing down and then picked up the pace to what appeared to be the point of no return. I thought they were going to finish each other off about 5 or 6 times.

 Jack flipped Ryan over onto his back again, and I could tell they both were close. He spread Ryan’s legs wide and Ryan feverishly stroked his fat cock as Jack pumped him even harder.

 “Give it to me, baby…I want that cum…I want to go back downstairs with your load in me…please baby…” Ryan whimpered.

 Jack was close. He was licking his bottom lip and his chest and arms looked huge.

 “You have to carry this load in you all night, ok baby? Go home with it in you. Here it comes baby…I’m going to cum…”

 He hammered at Ryan’s hole and shot deep inside him. He collapsed on top of him for a few seconds and I could see his body convulsing as he unloaded more cum into Ryan’s ass. After a few seconds, he leaned back up, grabbed Ryan’s ankles and spread them once more.

 “We gotta make you cum now,” Jack said, grinning.

 He kept up his hard thrusting as Ryan moaned like crazy.

 “You’re so big…you’re so fucking strong…fuck it out of me, baby…yeah gimme that huge cock…” he moaned.

 Jack was looking at him with this cute smirk. I knew he was thinking that Ryan looked adorable as he continued thrusting balls deep. He kept whispering stuff like “come on, baby” and “let’s see that load” as his cock pummeled him. My husband is a fucking machine. After a few more moments, Ryan was moaning his head off and let out this huge load. The first shot went over his head, then hit his cheek, and a few shots went up to his chest and abs. I’m never sure if we always just find guys that shoot big loads or if Jack’s cock makes bottoms cum more. I shot my load all over the carpet. I know that I’m a big shooter, but that nut went EVERYWHERE. I remember thinking that I hoped it dried before our hosts noticed it.  

 I sneaked back out the door and quickly made my way back downstairs while I let them get dressed. I immediately went to the kitchen, because I realized I was thirsty as fuck after watching that. I took a couple shots and then made myself a mixed drink before rejoining the party. Since there were so many people, I doubt anybody noticed the absence of an out of town guest.

 I went out to the back porch to get some fresh air. There were a few people outside smoking, but no one really came up to me. My mind was still racing at what I just witnessed. I always told Jack that I was turned on by the idea of him fucking other guys, but I was sort of taken aback by how quickly he decided to exercise it. Not in a bad way, don’t get me wrong. Even though I came like 7 minutes ago, my dick was still buzzing. It was like I was high or drunk but solely on the notion of my husband fucking another guy behind my back. Even though I came, my dick was still hard.

 I was about to walk back inside to get another drink, but Ryan walked out onto the porch with this HUGE grin on his face. He was also sporting some freshly got fucked hair.

 “That was a long blowjob,” I said.

 “How the fuck do you handle that thing,” he immediately said. There was no playing dumb here. He wasn’t even pretending that they didn’t do more. “His cock is massive…”

 “How did you take it?” I asked.

 “He fucked me every which way. He’s a fucking jackhammer,” he whispered to me, trying to not bring more attention to ourselves from the smokers. He was excited to talk about it.

 “What was the best part?” I asked, my free hand was in my pocket rubbing my aching hard on.

 “He’s soooo strong. I’ve never been fucked so hard for so long,” Ryan said.

 “Was there a condom in the bedroom?” I asked, but I knew they fucked bare.

 “We found some in the nightstand, but Jack obviously needs a Magnum. I let him fuck me bare,” he admitted. That fucking smile was back…

 “Where’d he cum? Jack cums a lot, so sometimes he likes to pull out and see how much he shoots,” I said.

 Ryan looked at the smokers immersed in their own conversation.

 “Inside me. It felt so good,” he replied.

 “Can I feel it?” I asked without thinking.

 He took a swig of his beer and nodded. We walked off the back porch and into the yard. We took a left to the side of the house onto a dark walkway. We walked about half of the length of this huge house and stopped at the darkest spot underneath a bay window that jutted out There was a high wooden fence separating our hosts’ yard from the neighbors’.

 Ryan unbuckled his pants and pushed his pants down to his knees. He turned around and I was reminded of his little bubble butt. He was entirely smooth but his ass was furry. Even though it was dark, I could see it was slick with Jack’s cum. It literally glistened in the darkness. I reach down and let my thumb gently graze his hole. He was fucking soaked with cum.  I slowly rubbed my thumb in tiny circles around his hole and it radiated heat. It was still warm from Jack’s cock. It was sticky and warm and wet. My hand fumbled my cock from my jeans and I stroked hard while I moved my fingers around on his ass.

 “He felt good, huh?”  I asked. I glanced up and I saw he had braced himself against the house and his eyes were closed.

 “Mmhmm…” he managed to get out.

 “You want him to fuck you again?” I asked. My heart was beating in my chest. I’m surprised he couldn’t hear it.

 “Ohhh yeah,” he moaned out, “I want his cock again.”

 He opened his eyes a little bit and saw how hard I was.

 “Fuck, you’re thick too,” he exclaimed, “jerk that fat cock for me…think of how hard he nailed me,” Ryan encouraged.

 I was full on fingering him now. He was riding one of my fingers, and I was flirting to slide in a second. He was inching his ass closer and closer to me, and it remained soaked with my husband’s cum. It was clear where this was going, so I positioned myself behind him, slid my cock balls deep into him and covered his mouth. He let out a deep “ohhh” when I was finally inside him, but I knew I wasn’t going to last long. His hole was still kind of tight but it was warmer deep inside.

 I uncovered his mouth and he started backing up onto my cock. I had to grab onto his hips to steady myself and he and I started working each other over quietly. He would whimper as I went deeper into him and he kicked his feet apart.

 “Cum inside me. I want to go home with both of your loads,” he panted. He was stroking hard underneath us.

 I started cumming almost immediately. I could feel that I shot a big load into him, so now his hole was truly wet and messy. I pulled out, and a huge portion of my load smacked down loudly on the stone walkway beneath us.

 “Put your cock back in me,” he moaned and I slide back inside him. He bucked his ass onto my cock until he came—some of his load shooting onto the side of the house.

 We made out for a few minutes and pulled up our pants. Before we walked back into the house, he showed me that Jack already texted him. The message read, “I already need that ass again. Maybe we can sneak off before we leave town tomorrow.”

 We walked back in the house and got more drinks. We found Jack in a living room and he smiled at both of us when we walked over to him (”There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” he said). His bulge in his jeans still looked heavy and hefty. Was he already semi hard again at the sight of Ryan?

 When we got to our hotel room, Jack immediately got in the shower. Maybe to erase the evidence of lube from his cock. I joined him and he railed a load deep into me bent over in the shower. I still wonder if he thought of Ryan’s ass while he fucked me. We didn’t have a change to meet back up with him before we left town that time, but they still message each other on Facebook. Sometimes they get hot over their encounter, and they definitely want to meet up again when we go back for a visit.

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.

I’m the only married one in my group of friends, and as such, me and my husband are always considered a “unit” when hanging out, going to the club, etc. Last summer the group of us chipped in and rented a house for a week in Provincetown. My single friends all had the prime directive to get laid as much as humanly possible, and my husband and I were newly “open” (occasionally invited a third over for stroke sessions) so we were also looking forward to bring back new meat. On our second night in Ptown, the gang went out to the clubs and as the night progressed, we ended up bringing a bunch of people back to the house, some just new friends we made that night, some potential one night stands, all on various levels of drugs and alcohol. I’m assuming this is a pretty normal occurrence in Ptown. My husband had found us a really hot blonde guy (Nate), more muscular than either of us, which was accentuated by the leather harness on his chest. We were originally going to his place to have some fun, but he couldn’t host so we came back to our rental. All our friends and guests were partying in the living room, and we chatted and hung out for about five minutes before Nate starts making out with my very willing husband. They were feeling the eyes of everyone at the party, so they not-so-subtly moved to “our” room, at which point all eyes turned to ME. Since they were super into each other, I decided to wait a few minutes before following and hung out with my friends to let them know I was “cool with it.” When I went to go join them, I pulled on the door and IT WAS LOCKED. I was standing in the living room, while everyone watched me get locked out while some blonde hunk was having his way with my husband! I started knocking and tried to play it cool, and after what seemed like an eternity, they let me in.

However, that was about the extent that my presence was noticed by either of them. It was both hot and humiliating at the same time. We had promised beforehand that if we did end up having a threesome, we would wear protection. And dutifully enough, Nate had a condom on. For a while, at least. He started making exaggerated sighs and pulling his cock out of my husband. Said the condom was too tight and made it difficult to stay hard. Both of them, as if in sync, turned to me, asking permission with their faces, but not their words. I stammered a little and said something like “well, i guess try it without…” and with that, the condom was off and I was again invisible to them. I have never seen my husband that lost in pure ecstasy before. I’m not sure which one of us enjoyed it the most, my husband for getting the pounding I could never provide, or me for being able to bear witness. I sat and watched on a chair at the foot of the bed. Whatever Nate was doing to his hole, I was loving the view.

My friends outside must have heard the moaning, and decided to burst in like drunk giddy schoolgirls to “catch us in a threesome.” What they saw, however, was my husband face-down, begging to be bred, asshole high in the air as a cocky 24-year old blond hung plunged his dick all the way in and all the way out. It was that moment that I was FULLY cucked. This wasn’t just some internet fantasy or niche porn. All our friends were standing there, awkwardly not knowing if they should try and cheer me up or just walk out. I gave an equally awkward “no guys, its cool” smile and kept jacking off in my chair, and they went back to the living room.

Nate started revving up the sex talk. “Yeah, you like my cock in you?!” kind of stuff. He then asked, “How long has it been since your boyfriend fucked you??”

“Years” I heard my husband say.

First of all, it’s “husband” not “boyfriend,” and second, well …. it really had been a while since I fucked him. We mainly just do oral/jack off stuff.

“What a waste!” he said laughingly “I’ll fuck your ass every night. You want that??”

My husband didn’t respond, but turned to me. With the biggest smile he admitted “Nate lives in (my city) babe…”

I moved to the foot of the bed when I heard the increasing moaning that comes before climax. They were still fucking doggy style and I massaged Nate’s balls, as if giving my consent to breed my husband. Not that it was needed. Truthfully, I also wanted to feel the instant he “claimed” my husband. I watched that point-of-no-return moment as his dick pinned my husband to the bed. Muscles clenching, and after a few seconds, slowly relaxing again. He raw fucked my husband. In front of my friends, in front of strangers, in front of me. I still don’t know how to process everything. It’s both the most humiliated and most turned on I have ever been.