"Sorry! I was teasing." He sounded properly scolded.
"Or maybe, it is the right idea..." She laid her hand against his thigh and lightly caressed his leg. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Yes." Thomas's voice was husky and I could tell by his tone that he wanted to fuck her. Of course, he wanted to fuck her. What man didn't?
"I've had a crush on you for some time. I just can't help it. I think you're so nice and you're really hot." Her cheeks reddened in color and I couldn't help but admire her performance.
"You're joking." He stared at her intently as if trying to figure her out.
"I'm not! You're really cute." She dropped her gaze as her hand neared his cock, then stopped.
"You're gorgeous," Thomas said as he laid his hand over hers. "I know this is crazy but..."
"Go on," she whispered.
"I've had a crush on you too and I've wanted to sleep with you from the first moment I laid eyes on you," he admitted as if it were some huge secret.
She glanced towards the mirror and gave me a secretive smile. We both knew in that moment that she would be butt-naked in a matter of minutes with Thomas's dick in her mouth or pussy.
"You want to sleep with me?" she asked softly, feigning surprise.
"Yes. Desperately."
She made a gaspy sound in the back of her throat. "I..." She pretended to think on it as she chewed her lower lip. "I want you, okay? I can't help it if it is wrong. I just want you." Her hand drifted over the bulge in his jeans. "We don't have much time, then. Take these off."
Thomas' eyes widened, "You're sure about this?"
"Yes, if you promise not to tell my husband. It's just sex, okay? It would crush him if he ever found out."
"I'll never tell a soul, I promise."
Stupid, gullible fool. I couldn't help but snicker.
She leaned in and brushed her lips across his. Their kiss was passionate and urgent as they fumbled around with their clothes. Her shirt was pulled up over her head and discarded onto the coffee table, followed by her bra. Thomas wasted no time in running his rough hands over her tender breasts. He took their weight into his palms and massaged her nipples with the pad of his thumbs while she worked at his belt and zipper.
"Hurry, take these off," she demanded in a lusty tone. "We don't have much time."
Thomas lifted his hips and with her help, pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs after sliding his shoes off. He pulled his tee off while Skylar shimmied out of her shorts and panties.
Once both were nude, Skylar climbed into his lap, knowing that it gave me a good view of her pretty little ass. It also allowed me to see her being penetrated as she slid down onto his cock.
"Ohhhhh, I've never done anything like this!" she said, playing coy and bashful.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself while I mentally counted how many times she had uttered those exact words before.
Thomas ran his hands across her back and tangled his fingers into her hair. He tugged it slightly, forcing her head back as he ran his tongue across her neck and began kissing her shoulder.
"I want to feel you inside of me," she whimpered as she ground her hips against his lap. "I'm already so wet for you."
"Oh, God," he moaned as she placed her hands against his shoulders and eased herself down onto his erection. He held her by the hips as she began to bounce in his lap.
"Oh, Thomas your cock is so big! I've never felt such an amazing cock in my whole life!" she bragged, flattering his ego. Granted, I could tell that it was bigger than mine, but she'd had bigger, that was for certain.
I slid my hand into my baggy shorts and stroked my average-sized dick while I watched them fuck on the sofa.
Skylar was a pro at playing coy and fucking. Her perfect little ass bounced at a fast pace as she rode Thomas' dick. Her moaning filled the room, loud and raspy. "Oh, Thomas! Your cock feels so good! Oh, oh, oh! Fuck my little pussy! Mmm, that's so good!"
"So good, indeed," I muttered under my breath as I stroked myself. I wanted to cum but held back, knowing that Skylar would pout if I came without her help.
Thomas slid his hands over Skylar's back and held her to him, crushing his mouth against hers. I knew he was slowing the pace and trying to take control of the situation. He probably didn't want to cum too quickly.
My dick was rock-hard and begging for release, but I held back. I would give my wife what she wanted, even if it was almost an unbearable throbbing pain. She was worth it.
Skylar broke the kiss and pulled herself out of his lap. "Fuck me doggy style," she said with a rasp to her voice. She stretched out on the sofa, belly down, ass up.
Thomas moved in behind her and slid his stiff cock into her pussy as his hands rested on her ass cheeks. His muscles undulated as he thrust into over and over, grunting with each push into her hot little pussy.
"I'm so close! Please..." she begged, hovering on the verge of orgasm.
Thomas slid a hand around her hip and in between her legs. I could tell that he was rubbing her clit while he pistoned his cock in and out of her tight channel.
"Oh, oh!" She moaned and groaned, then dropped her head back as she came, her orgasm causing her to shudder. Her body trembled as Thomas shoved himself deeply into her womanly depths, his orgasm fueled by hers.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he tried to pull out. Cum spurted across her pussy, her butt cheeks, and lower back. "Fuck, Skylar! I'm so sorry." White droplets pooled together and ran down the crease of her ass.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm on the pill." Her voice was husky, her breathing hard still as she slumped forward. "I think you should go, okay? I'm worried that Connor might show up early."
"You're right. Fuck. I..." he stuttered, obviously still in a sexual daze.
She rolled over on the sofa and smiled up at him, "It's okay, Thomas. Just... promise you won't tell, okay?"
He nodded solemnly, "I promise. You have my word, Sky. No one will ever know."
She grinned as she waved her hand as if rushing him, "I believe you! Now, off with you!"
Thomas gathered up his clothes and carried them towards the downstairs bathroom. "I'll let myself out the backdoor."
She waited until he left, then she started giggling, "Darling, you can come out now."
I walked into the living room and neared the sofa. "You're so fucking beautiful." I slipped my shorts off and showed her my erection. I lightly stroked my fingers across the head as I ran my gaze down the length of her body.
She wiggled her fingers, motioning me onto the sofa. "Finish me off. I need to feel your cock now."
"Your wish is my command," I said with a smile as I climbed ontop of her. She was sweaty and extremely wet between her legs. "Mmm, you're so wet," I whispered as I thrust into her pussy. "So perfect."
"I love you," she whispered against my ear as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Love you too," I said just before pressing my lips to hers. I twirled my tongue around hers as the fleeting thought that Thomas had his lips on my wife just moments before, and had his cock in her pussy, spilling his seed into her womb.
"I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to cum where your friend just came. Can you feel it? Can you feel his cum and how wet he made me?" Her voice had a sensual purr to it.
A shudder ran down my spine, "Yes. I feel it."
"Now it's your turn. Cum in my pussy, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside of me."
I mashed my lips against hers as I thrust as deep as I could, knowing that I'd never reach the depths that Thomas had—but that didn't stop me from shooting off inside of her. My orgasm was quick, but powerful.
"Did you cum?" I asked as I pulled out of her, knowing full well that she hadn't.
"Nuh-uh," she said with a smirk. "And you know what that means..."
"Yes..."
She spread her legs wide, "Have fun cleaning that up with your tongue." She gave a delighted sigh as she tucked a hand behind her head.
"Anything for you,
darling."
Black & White Wedding
I was dumbfounded the night my fiancé, Aiden, admitted his cuckold fantasies. For two years I had considered Aiden a straight-laced kind of guy, someone dependable and honest. So, when he confided that particular fantasy, I almost felt betrayed. It was hard to wrap my mind around the idea that the man I was soon to marry and spend the rest of my entire life with wanted something completely different than what I thought.
To be fair, I knew so little of cuckolding and had assumed it was some sort of twisted sex game where we would both sleep with other people. I thought if he was asking me to sleep with another man, then he secretly wanted permission to sleep with another woman. It shattered so many illusions of what I had thought was the perfect romance. We had a huge argument and I left our apartment. I needed to get away and think about things.
I checked into a hotel because I couldn't bear the thought of going to family or friends and confiding that we had a fight (which was our first ever). I knew that people would pry, and there was no way in hell I could speak about what we had fought over. I spent the night in a daze, trying to wrap my mind around what kind of man Aiden was, and how he had essentially lied to me for two years. At that point, all I could do was wallow in self-pity and cry. The thought that kept rolling through my mind was that my fiancé didn't want to have sex with me, that he wanted to cast me off to someone else.
After a restless night of sleep, I spent the morning googling cuckolding, and boy, were my eyes opened. I realized that I had it all wrong, that Aiden didn't mean to betray me, and that he still found me sexually attractive. I learned that cuckolding was different for every couple, but, in essence, the man gained so much pleasure from watching his lover being sexually satisfied by someone else. I also learned that the woman benefited from the situation by having the love of her husband plus she could go on dates with other men. She had all of the power, the best of both worlds.
Until that moment of realization, I hadn't ever thought about sleeping with anyone else. Aiden was so perfect for me that I never wanted anyone but him. I never even had a fantasy about another. Aiden fulfilled me.
I let the idea of another man play out in my mind. How would it even work? Who would it be with? I wasn't about to just go to a bar and pick up a stranger. Even when I was single I never slept around. I was very careful in that regard. I didn't want to end up with a sexually transmitted disease or pregnant before marriage.
So. If I said yes to Aiden—if I thought I could let another man fuck me while he watched... who would it be? The answer was too obvious. It had to be someone we both trusted, and someone I actually liked and admired. Aiden's best man, Benjamin, fit the bill perfectly. He was gorgeous, kind, and single. I knew that if I actually went through with it, it'd have to be with someone single. I wouldn't want to get involved in someone else's relationship.
Deciding on a course of action, I texted Ben and asked if he could meet me at the hotel.
An hour later, Ben knocked on my door.
"Hey," I smiled as I let him inside.
"Hey, yourself. Is everything okay, Sara? Aiden called last night and said you two had a fight but didn't say over what. Is the wedding still on?" he asked with concern.
His concern was real. He cared about the both of us, and that just highlighted why I chose him. Ben was an amazing person... and I couldn't help but wonder if he'd be an amazing lover, too.
"Yeah. It was a misunderstanding, of sorts. I wanted to talk to you about it if you don't mind?"
He nodded, "Before you say anything, I want you to know that I won't keep secrets from Aiden. And, I said the same thing to him. I think that is only fair."
"Of course, of course. I wouldn't dare ask you to keep anything from him. He is your best friend." I motioned for him to sit down on the sofa.
"So," he said as he took a seat. "Do you want to tell me what is going on?"
"I do." I inhaled a deep breath and blurted it out. "Aiden wants to be cuckolded."
"Whoa." His dark eyes widened. "That's... heavy."
"Right? Did you know?"
"No. Contrary to popular belief, not all men do locker room sex talk. He doesn't discuss his sex life. So, I take it you're not interested in it, and that is what the fight was over?"
"Sort of. I didn't really understand what cuckolding was. I had some misconceptions. Anyhow, I've spent all morning googling and I think I get it now."
His dark brow quirked. "Yeah? So, you're going to do it?"
I gave a little nod of my head, "Yeah. I think so, actually. But only with the right person. I can't just sleep with anybody."
Color suffused his cheeks, and there was a catch in his voice as he asked, "Do you have anyone in mind?"
I wet my lips nervously as I met his gaze, "Well... I was hoping it could be you." My face burned with embarrassed heat. I would be utterly mortified if he said no, though I would understand.
"You uh... you want me?" His voice sounded shaky and uncertain.
"I know this is an uncomfortable position to put you in. I mean, it is so out of the blue. But... yeah. If this is something that Aiden is interested in, I can't just do it with anyone. It has to be with someone whom I like and trust and are attracted to."
He rubbed his hand over his two-day stubble while he contemplated the proposition. "It is no secret that I think you are beautiful. I've told Aiden countless times that he is the luckiest man in the world."
My heart fluttered from his compliment.
"Of course I will do it. I couldn't say no to you." Ben smiled at me. "So, when do we get started?" He rubbed his hands together and playfully winked.
I chuckled, "I was thinking Saturday."
"On your wedding day?"
I nodded. "Before the ceremony. I could sneak into the room where you and Aiden will be."
"Fuuuuck. Either he is going to think you are the best wife ever for obliging his fantasy. Or, he will murder us. It could go either way." He smirked.
*
Butterflies tumbled around in my stomach as I dressed for the ceremony. Everyone important to me was there, and I almost lost my nerve after I realized so many family members were staying at the hotel. How could I go through with such debauchery on such a sacred day? But, I realized that some dark part of me reveled in the fact that I would be getting my pussy thoroughly pounded by another man while my husband watched a mere hour before we took our vows.
After my hair and makeup was finished, I dressed into my undergarments. I had chosen white stockings with a matching lacy white garter belt, and a pushup bra embroidered with a few tiny blue flowers—it was for 'something blue.'
I told my maid of honor that I was going to see Aiden before I put my dress on and that I'd be back in a bit. She gave me a wink and told me to "have fun," though she had no idea just how much fun I would be having... or with whom.
I slipped a satin white robe over my lingerie then tiptoed down to Aiden's room. Ben pulled the door open and gave me a conspiratorial smile.
"I don't think I'm supposed to see you before the wedding!" Aiden grinned at me as Ben closed the door and locked it.
"I think that only applies if I am wearing my dress, and as you can see, I am not." With a deep breath, I pulled open the robe and slid it off.
"Hey! Whoa! Ben is in here," Aiden said with a hint of confusion.
"I know..." I stepped over to my fiancé and lightly brushed my lips against his. "I want you to have a seat on the sofa. You are to remain there the whole time. Promise?"
"I promise..." his brows quirked. "Will you tell me what's going on, Sara? You have me worried."
"It is my wedding gift to you, Aiden." A bright smile stretched across my mouth as I neared Bed. He was dressed in his tuxedo pants but hadn't put on his shirt yet. I ran my fingers over Ben's well-defined chest, admiring his sinewy muscles. "Kiss me," I whispered to him.
Ben brushed his mouth across mine and our tongues met. Arousal surged through me, and I could feel myse
lf growing wet by the second.
"Holy fuck!" Aiden declared from the sofa.
I broke the kiss and turned around to face Aiden, "This is what you wanted, correct?"
Behind me, Ben stepped nearer and I could feel his erection pressed against my ass. He was as turned on as I was, and judging by the bulge in Aiden's pants, he was, too.
"Yes... but fuck. Today? Are you sure? Oh, God, Sara, I didn't know you wanted to do this."
"I do." I smiled at the irony of those words. I would be saying them later in front of all our family and friends, without anyone knowing the depths of depravity I had sunken to. The thought thrilled me.
Ben slid his arms around me and rubbed his palms against my breast. My nipples bloomed beneath his touch. He unclasped my bra in the front and peeled the fabric away, freeing my tits.
I stared at Aiden as Ben toyed with my pert nipples, rubbing them around between his fingers. My head tilted as Ben began to kiss the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder.
"If this isn't what you want, you need to say so now," I said to Aiden in a breathy voice. "Because I won't be able to stop if we go any further."
"You want to fuck him?" Aiden asked.
I gave a quick nod of my head. "Yeah," I whispered, my voice sultry and aroused. I desperately wanted to fuck Ben. After I had made up my mind to go through with it, it was all I could think about. For days, my thoughts centered around having Ben's black cock inside of me. I craved him.
"You think he can satisfy you more?" Aiden asked as he unzipped his pants.
"I don't know, but I am willing to find out."
"Why? Because he has a black cock? You think it is bigger than mine?"
"It probably is," I answered as Ben slid his hands down my torso. His fingers grazed over my lacy white panties and then pulled them to the side so that he could finger me. Hot chills swept down my spine as Ben rolled the pad of his finger across my clit. My knees buckled and I felt like tumbling over. "Oh my God!" I moaned loudly.
Aiden's eyes were glued to Ben's hand as it worked my pussy. I could feel my juices soaking Ben's fingers, and could only imagine how great his cock would feel. "Please... fuck me," I begged. I wanted to feel him inside of me.
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