Futa Honeymoon Cuckold Collection

by Reed James

  I grabbed Yolonda's hand and pulled it away. Or, I should say, she let me move her hand. I could see it in her eyes. Natalie pulled me to her. Her hand tightened on my shoulder. Possessive. She frowned across me at Yolonda.

  The plane rushed forward down the runway. My heart hammered in my chest. Yolonda stared at me and gave me a wink. Then her hand returned to my thigh as the plane leaped into the air. My stomach sank as the plane rose while my pussy grew wetter and wetter. The champagne buzzed through me. That did not help.

  “Yolonda,” my futa-wife said as the plane leveled off. “You shouldn't have your hand there.”

  “Where?”

  “On my wife thigh's.”

  “I don't think she minds.”

  “I mind.” My futa-wife's voice cracked. She swallowed.

  “Well, it's really up to your wife,” Yolonda said and squeezed.

  Please,” I said. “You can't... I'm married.”

  “Yes, you are,” she purred. Yolonda took her hand away. “More champagne?”

  My futa-wife gaped. “I...well...”

  The flight attendant came by with another two flutes of champagne. Yolonda was still on her first. I don't even think she drank any of hers. I took my new one. My futa-wife drained hers in a single gulp. Her body shook. She tightened her grip on my shoulder. I stared at mine. My stomach twisted. I shouldn't drink any more.

  “Drink it,” Yolonda said. Her voice was firm. Commanding.

  I stared into her eyes again, then I glanced at my futa-wife. She looked down at her lap. She squirmed. I took a deep breath. This had to end. Yolonda needed to understand I was married, and she couldn't grope my thigh and try to seduce me.

  I opened my mouth to unleash my tirade.

  Her eyes silenced me. “Drink it.”

  I swallowed and blushed. Why was I so weak? Her words were so strong. And my futa-wife didn't say anything. Yolonda's hand went back to my thigh. She squeezed it and slid up. The heat of her touch rushed through me as her fingers brushed the top of my jean skirt.

  I gulped my champagne. Well, it started out as a sip, but I drank more and more of it. The liquid flowed down my mouth to warm my stomach. The heat spread through me and reached my pussy. The flames grew hotter. My heart thudded.

  “See, it's delicious,” Yolonda said and slid her hand up higher.

  “Natalie,” I groaned. She had to stop this. I couldn't. My head buzzed. It made it so much easier to just let Yolonda's warm hand stroke me.

  My futa-wife just stared at her lap. She didn't even say anything when more champagne arrived. But only for my futa-wife. She downed it in another gulp. Her eyes closed and she pressed her cheek against the window.

  “Natalie,” I said in a half-panic. “Don't pass out.”

  “Long day,” Yolonda said. “That'll happen.” Her hand slid higher. It dipped beneath my skirt.

  “Please,” I begged. My futa-wife's arm was still around my shoulders as she slept against the window. “This is wrong.”

  “Then stop me,” Yolonda said. “Unless you want me to do this.”

  Her hand went higher. My eyes widened. My legs spread for her. My hips undulated in the seat, and I found myself letting out a soft moan. Her fingers neared my panties. I bit my lip, looking at my futa-wife. Her eyes were closed.

  “Yolonda. You can't.”

  “If you want this to stop,” Yolonda whispered in my ear, her breasts brushing my side while her fingers reached the gusset of my panties and stroked my pussy. “Just say, stop.”

  I groaned and shuddered. Her fingers rubbed at my panties, caressing my pussy through the thin material. I had to stop this, but my head swam with lust and champagne. My pussy clenched. Pleasure rushed out of me as her skilled fingers pressed up and down on my slit, forcing my panties into my dripping snatch.

  “You're so wet and hot,” Yolonda purred. “What a wicked bride. Especially with your futa-wife right beside you.”

  Her finger found my clit. “Please,” I moaned. “Please.”

  “Stop?” she asked, circling harder.

  I wanted to say stop. I truly did. I didn't want to cheat on my futa-wife, especially not on our honeymoon, but only a moan escaped my lips. My thighs spread even farther apart, my body betraying my marriage vows.

  “Yes,” I gasped, trying to keep my voice low. The pleasure shuddered through me. “Yes.”

  * * *

  Natalie Glassier

  My eyes were heavy. The alcohol swam through me. The window was cold on my cheek. My wife sighed and moaned beside me. I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to stop this, but Yolonda intimidated me. She was so gorgeous and sexy. She was tall, busty, and bold. She was everything I wasn't. Her questions, asking how I got a woman as gorgeous as Abigail, gnawed at me.

  I asked it so many times. I wasn't anything special.

  “Yes,” my wife moaned, her clothing rustling. “Yes.”

  “See, it's wonderful to open yourself to new experiences,” Yolonda purred.

  I tried to open my eyes. I had to stop this, but fear held me back. What if I objected and Abigail didn't care? She let the Black futa finger her right next to me. What was wrong with my wife? What was wrong with me?

  My dick was so hard and my nipples ached. My pussy itched between my thighs. I shouldn't be excited by this. That was my wife being fingered. She was cheating on me, and I was allowing it. I was being cuckolded on my honeymoon.

  “Yolonda,” groaned my wife. The chair creaked. It moved mine as my wife shifted. “Oh, wow. Oh, yes. Keep doing that. Right there.”

  “On your clit,” whispered Yolonda. “But wouldn't it feel better without your panties in the way?”

  “Yes,” gasped my wife. “Do it.”

  “Are you going to cum next to your pathetic futa-wife?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I was pathetic. I pictured the dark fingers pressing aside my wife's panties, revealing her neatly-trimmed, light-blonde bush. The ebony fingers stroked through my wife's pink folds, then shoved into her pussy, fingering her.

  “Oh, yes,” groaned my wife. “Oh, you're so good.”

  “Better than your futa-wife?”

  “Yes.” Abigail let out another moan as she squirmed her shoulders. My arm was still around her. My new bride betrayed me with every gasp.

  The shame burned through me. It made my dick harder. I wanted to rub my hard cock. I couldn't believe this. What was wrong with me? Was it the drink? My head swam. The plane rocked. My wife's moans grew more and more distant as the alcohol pulled me down into sleep.

  “Your futa-wife is such a pathetic cuckold,” Yolonda purred. “I can't believe she put up no fight and just let me do this.”

  “Yes,” groaned Abigail, her body shuddering again.

  The world faded away. Maybe this was just a dream. I was actually asleep and just having a terrible dream that my wife was cuckolding me on our honeymoon. But I knew it was true. And I knew it excited me.

  * * *

  Abigail Glassier

  Yolonda's fingers worked in and out of my pussy while her thumb caressed my clit. She rubbed my sensitive nub in slow circles. I couldn't believe I was doing this right beneath my futa-wife's nose. Natalie let out a soft snore, passed out from the champagne Yolonda had supplied my futa-wife.

  I was free to enjoy this wicked delight. She would never have to know just how bad of a bride I was.

  “Yolonda,” I purred, my eyes glancing forward, watching for any flight attendant walking the path. My pussy clenched down on the thrusting fingers. We could get caught by anyone, including my futa-wife, at any moment.

  That just made it harder.

  “I'm going to cum,” I groaned, my hips shifting. Her fingers knew just where to touch me inside.

  Yolonda's free hand pulled mine to her crotch. My fingers squeezed down on the bulge tenting her skirt. She was so much larger than my futa-wife. My pussy clenched on Yolonda's probing digits, trying to imagine just how thick her cock would be.

>   What would it feel like in me?

  No, no. I couldn't go that far. It was terrible I was letting the futa finger me next to my futa-wife.

  “Imagine this cock in you,” Yolonda whispered. “Imagine it fucking your tight, newlywed cunt. Tonight, you're joining the mile-high club.”

  “No,” I protested even as I squirmed more. “I can't. I'm married. This is bad enough.”

  “That's what makes it so sweet. Tonight, I own your married cunt.” her fingers curled. They stroked across the top of my pussy and brushed a wonderful spot.

  I bit my lip as I squirmed and thrashed. My head leaned back into my futa-wife's arm. She still had her arm around my shoulders in a pathetic attempt to stalk her claim on me. A claim she was too pathetic to even defend.

  My orgasm burst through me. I groaned as my pussy spasmed on Yolonda's fingers. My toes curled in my shoes. My moans came out through my clenched teeth. I tried not to be obvious, but the pleasure was so intense.

  I came next to my futa-wife.

  “That's it,” Yolonda purred. “You're my cunt. And now we're going to truly cuckold your futa-wife.”

  “Cuckold?” I groaned. “No, no. I can't.” The pleasure reached its peak in me. Her fingers kept massaging my clit. “I love Natalie.”

  “That just makes this sweeter,” groaned Yolonda. “I'll mold your futa-wife into the perfect cuckold. She'll love you, worship you, and send you off to be fucked by a futa-bull like me. You're pretty, married cunt will have so much cock in it. You'll discover true pleasure.”

  Yolonda pulled her fingers out. They glistened with my juices. I squirmed, the last of my pleasure flooding through me. Then she stood up, her large breasts bouncing in her dress. She held that hand out to me.

  I took it, my juices rubbing on my hand, and let her pull me to my feet. I was such a bad, naughty bride. How could I do this?

  I glanced at Natalie. How could she let me do this? She did nothing to stop this. My pussy was on fire. The cum did little to satisfy me. I glanced at Yolonda's thick bulge. I bit my lip. I had to discover what that cock felt like in me.

  “Sorry, Natalie,” I whispered as I was led to the lavatory right behind our seats.

  * * *

  Natalie Glassier

  My wife's whispered apology brought me out of sleep again. I shifted. My arm fell from the seat. She was missing. I was still half-awake, all the champagne I had drunk fighting to keep me unconscious. The lavatory door at the back of the plane, right behind our seat, opened.

  A woman's low, muffled moan drifted through the bulkhead, just audible over the hum of the plane's engine. My wife was in the lavatory with her new lover. The Black futa. My dick throbbed in my panties.

  Another moan and loud smacks. Were they kissing? My mind pictured my wife's ivory body pressed against Yolonda's ebony frame. Large, dark breasts pressed into my wife's pale tits as they kissed. Their hands roamed each other's bodies. And that thick, hard cock of Yolonda's, far bigger than mine, entered my wife.

  I imagined her gasps and moans as she bucked into the futa's thrusts as she savored cuckolding me. My eyes finally opened. Tears stung them. My stomach twisted in fear, shame, and lust. I was so hard even as I was scared my marriage of only a few hours was already destroyed.

  Because I was so pathetic.

  I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up. Maybe it wasn't too late for me to stop this. To not be pathetic. The world swam. I steady myself on the seat head before I moved out into the aisle. The plane was dark. Many people were trying to sleep.

  More moans came from the lavatory.

  I moved to the door and and froze before it. The red, occupied sign above the handle blared at me. Occupied by my wife and her lover. Abigail must be perched on the metal sink, her pale thighs wrapped about Yolonda's hips as she was fucked hard.

  Sweat beaded my face. I raised my hand to knock and froze.

  “Oh, my goddess, Yolonda,” gasped my wife. “Oh, wow. That's...I've never. Oh, yes.”

  She was experiencing such joy. Such rapture. I had never heard her moan so loudly during sex. She usually stayed quiet while I pumped atop her, maybe making a few whimpering moans if she came. She sounded so wild, like a completely different person.

  “Oh, yes. That's it. I'm going to cum again, Yolonda. You're amazing. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. Yolonda!”

  She had never cried out my name. I bowed my head. My cock was so hard.

  “Ma'am,” the flight attendant said. “you can't stand there. The other lavatory is open. It's not safe wait there.”

  “I...” I turned to face the flight attendant as she walked up. It was the same woman that had congratulated Abigail and me on her new marriage. Now my bride was in there, a slut for another futa.

  “Are you okay?” the flight attendant asked.

  A low moan escaped the bathroom. Her eyes widened. Then she glanced at the seat where I had sat with my wife and her new lover. She covered her mouth and glanced at the door, her cheeks blushing. My shame increased.

  She knew I had been cuckolded.

  “Do you want me to...?” She swallowed. “We usually don't interrupt when people...do this. So long as they're discreet. But I can...?”

  I shook my head. “I don't want to make a scene.”

  “I'm so sorry.” She touched my wrist. “I...”

  I nodded. Why was I so hard? My wife was in there with her lover, and it excited me as much as it shamed me. This was wrong. I should knock or have the stewardess knock. But then everyone on the plane would know I was a cuckold.

  And I would have to make Abigail choose between me and Yolonda. And why would she pick me over the sexy Yolonda?

  I stumbled back to my seat. The flight attendant, clearly uncomfortable, headed back to the front of the plane. I bet she would be gossiping with the others. The entire flight crew would know that my wife would rather be fucked by a Black futa she just met then by me.

  My cock was so hard. My hands pulled up my skirt. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. My small dick strained my red panties. I swallowed, and pushed them down enough for my cock to spill out.

  My wife's moans drifted through the bulkhead as I stroked my cock. I closed my eyes, imagining her heaving against the futa. My dick throbbed in my hand. I was so turned on, so ashamed by my lusts, that I came in only three strokes.

  I groaned through my teeth as my cum squirted into out and splashed on the folded-up tray. A few dribbles. I bet Yolonda filled buckets when she came. My wife's cunt would be swimming in her Black seed by the time we landed.

  I panted. My dick was still hard. I kept stroking it, squeezing my eyes shut and kept picturing my wife's pale body heaving beneath Yolonda's.

  * * *

  Abigail Glassier

  I heaved on the toilet as my orgasm burst through me. My juices actually squirted out of me into Yolonda's hungry mouth. My pussy clenched, and I climaxed so hard I ejaculated. I had heard about it. But I thought it was a myth.

  I was glad it was true.

  The pleasure crashed through me. Yolonda knew how to eat pussy. Natalie had tried a few times. But she was never skilled at it. She only made me cum once from doing it. And it had been a little thing compared to the monstrous pleasure consuming my body. My toes curled and my thighs squeezed on Yolonda's face.

  “Oh, my goddess, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, Yolonda. Oh, yes. That's it. Keep licking me. Keep making me cum.”

  Another orgasm shuddered through me. I bucked off the toilet seat. My legs, thrown over Yolonda's shoulders, spasmed. The pleasure ran through my body and flooded my brain. This was so addictive. How could I ever stop this?

  Was my marriage already dead? I loved Natalie, and she was my best friend and soul mate, but she did not make me cum like this.

  “Mmm, you are one sexy firecracker,” purred Yolonda. She stood up, her tits heaving before her and that thick, shaft of ebony thrusting right before me. Her dress was bunched about her waist. I was completely naked, stripped by Yolonda's gree
dy hands.

  “Bend your sweet ass over the sink. I'm going to fuck you hard, slut.”

  I shuddered at the word. It was such a demeaning word. I embraced it, submitting to Yolonda's desires. She was so powerful. I enjoyed it. I couldn't help myself. She knew what I needed. I hadn't known. Everything changed. I discovered such pleasures in cheating on my new futa-wife, having my pussy eaten, and soon the bliss of being fucked by the thickest cock in the world.

  I was a slutty bride.

  “Your futa-wife is just on the other side of the wall,” Yolonda purred as I bent over the metal sink. I pressed my face against the mirror. Only the thin wall separated me from Natalie. She was just on the other side sleeping. Oblivious. “It makes you wet knowing that I claimed you. That your futa-wife was too pathetic to stop me.”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  The tip of her thick cock brushed the wet folds of my pussy. I trembled. My infidelity would be complete. I should feel more guilty, but I just needed that cock in me. One hot fuck that would last me through the rest of my life. Something to savor and treasure as I settle down with my boring soul mate Natalie.

  Yolonda thrust.

  “Yes!” I gasped.

  Her thick, hard cock stabbed into my pussy. My walls stretched around her shaft. My eyes widened as my pussy expanded around her girth. It almost hurt, a wonderful, dull ache that mixed with the bliss of her thick dick filling me. She was easily twice as thick as Natalie, and far, far longer. I could feel her dick so deep inside of me.

  “Oh, goddess, that's hot,” I groaned as Yolonda sank all the way into my pussy. My sheath gripped her cock. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. I had been missing out on a cock like this all my life. My poor pussy had been deprived.

  “Beg for me to fuck your married cunt, slut.”

  “Yes, yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the cock. It was so wrong to beg. I stared in the mirror, at Yolonda and her big, heaving tits. She stared down at my naked back with such lust. “Fuck me! Fuck my married cunt with your big, Black dick. Make me cum! I love it! I'm such a naughty, slutty bride!”