A new experience (part2) [fiction] [fingering] [cuckold]

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This is part 2 of a short silly story. The next part will be the conclusion, and a bit longer (looking to be double the length of this one) Part 1 is over here.

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You picked out your favourite lingerie, a delicate black number with lace cups and a sheer mesh skirt. It was simple but sexy as hell, and you knew it'd look perfect on Rebecca. The material was soft and silky, and you could already picture how good it would feel against her skin when I slid it off her later.

You heard muffled noises from the living room, and you knew she was taking care of my cock out there. You started to feel envious as you imagined her on her knees, those perfect lips of hers wrapped around my cock. The thought made you hard, and you adjusted your cock in your pants, equally dreading and excited for what was to come.

Soon enough, we entered the room. She was still dressed, but I was already half-naked. Rebecca bit her lip when she saw the lingerie, and you could tell she was eager to put it on. With a quick, silent glance at me, she took the lingerie and disappeared into the bathroom.

"So, are you ready for this?"

You nod, your eyes falling to my erect cock. It was thick and hard and much bigger than you imagined. You couldn't help but feel a twist of jealousy, knowing it would soon be deep inside Rebecca while you watched from the sidelines.

"You know, I could give you a tip or two on how to really satisfy a woman."

"I– Thanks."

"Just watch what I do and try to do that next time."

You don't really know what to say as you swallow again, feeling a surge of inadequacy wash over your whole body. My cock was much larger than yours, and the thought of Rebecca needing this– of her craving a cock like mine over yours only added fuel to the confusion and excitement you felt.

Rebecca emerged from the bathroom, and you felt your breath hitch. The lingerie clung to her curves, accentuating her flawless body. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her face in contrast with the dark lingerie. The lace cups barely contained her full breasts, pushing them up and together, creating a deep cleavage that demanded attention.

"Wow. Harold, Rebecca looks fucking incredible, doesn't she?"

You look at her, and you have to agree. She does look fucking incredible.

"Tell her. Let her know how good she looks."

You looked at me, grinning at you, and then at Rebecca, who was suddenly feeling very self-conscious from all the attention on her.

"Rebecca, you look so beautiful."

"She looks beyond beautiful. She's fucking sexy."

Rebecca blushed at my compliment and looked away.

"Thanks Johnathan."

You swallowed, feeling a mix of admiration and desire as your eyes roamed over her body. Her thighs, toned and smooth, peeked out from under the mesh skirt, and you couldn't help but imagine those thighs wrapped around my waist. But it's Rebecca's ass that truly took your breath away. It was soft, pale, full, and perfectly round, accentuated by the thin strip of fabric that ran between her ass cheeks.

Rebecca bit her lip shyly, but you could see the desire burning in her eyes. She knew the effect she had on both of you, and she was loving every second of it.

"Does it feel good, baby? Does it feel good looking like this?"

I stepped closer and ran a hand along her outer thigh before doing so again against her inner thigh.

"Does it make you wet, knowing he's here, watching you?"

She nodded, her breath quickening.

"Yes. Knowing he wants me, it makes me—"

I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss, my hands roaming over her body, caressing her through the delicate fabric. You watched, transfixed, as I pushed her up against the wall, my tongue exploring her mouth. My hand slid between her legs, and she eagerly parted her legs for me, granting me access to her tender pussy lips.

"God, you're so wet."

I groaned, my fingers sliding easily through her folds.

"He hates knowing you're this eager for me, doesn't he?"

"I– Yes. I think so."

Rebecca moans into my neck, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers find her clit.

"Does it bother you? Does it make you feel guilty?"

Rebecca nodded urgently, pushing her groin into my hand.

"A little."

"Fuck me, your pussy is soaked."

I chuckled, my breath hot against her neck. I could sense your eyes on us, burning with a mix of desire and jealousy. My fingers slipped and slid effortlessly through her slickness, her juices coating my hand as I finger-fucked her.

Rebecca moaned, her head falling back, baring her slender, pale neck for my lips to kiss. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the lingerie straining to contain them. I leaned down and flicked my tongue against her nipple through the lace.

"Oh– Johnathan!"

She was breathless. Her hips bucked against my hand, chasing the pleasure, wanting more. I teased her, my fingers circling around her clit, while my other hand squeezed and massaged her full breasts. My fingers slid down to her entrance, pushing inside, slowly at first, adding a second finger and then a third.

"Ngh–! Holy shit!

You can't believe what you're seeing. My thick fingers are buried deep inside her, pumping in and out. Her juices are dripping down my hand, slicking her thighs. She's so wet, so ready for me, and it's clear she's loving every second of it.

"Oh, Harold, look at her. Look at Rebecca's pussy taking my fingers. Does it turn you on? Do you like watching her get fucked by a real man?"

Rebecca bit her lip, her eyes screwed shut, concentrating on the feeling of my fingers stretching her.

"Ohh– Oh Johnathan– Don't stop–!"

"I'm not gonna stop. I'm just getting started."

I curl my fingers, searching for that specific little spot inside her, and when I find it, she cries out unexpectedly.

"Right there! Oh–! Ngh–! Right there–"

I chuckled, my fingers now firmly in control of her pleasure, knowing just what she needed. With every thrust of my fingers, her breasts heaved upwards and then fell again, forcing her lingerie to ride up, baring her soft stomach.

"Look at her, Harold. Look at how much she's enjoying this. I know you wanted this for her; I know you would have preferred it to be your fingers giving her this much pleasure, but it's mine. She's mine to fuck now."

You feel a twisted mix of emotions as you watch me pleasure Rebecca. There's no denying that you're feeling jealous, but it's a different kind of jealousy. It's not the bitter, angry kind; it's the kind that fuels your desire. You were jealous of my fingers and of how they made her feel, but you were also grateful that she was experiencing this pleasure, even if I was the one giving it to her. You had wanted her to experience this intensity, this raw passion, and you knew you couldn't provide it yourself. So, you took solace in the fact that at least it was me instead of some stranger fucking her behind your back. I was someone you sort of knew, someone who would worship and use your wife's body the way it deserved to be worshipped and used.

You knew you'd have your turn if I allowed it, but until then, you relished in the sight of Rebecca succumbing to the ecstasy that only I could provide.

You watched her move and studied the way she moaned under my fingers. You also spoke aloud before you realized you were doing so.

"Fuck, she's so beautiful like this. So responsive."

I knew you were talking to yourself, trying to rationalize your thoughts as you grappled with your feelings. Much like my slick-coated fingers, you were in too deep, and there was no going back now.

"Keep watching, Harold. Watch as I make your wife cum for me."

I turn to wink at you, a devilish smirk playing on my lips, as my fingers continue their relentless assault on Rebecca's pussy. I owned her pleasure now, and I intended to remind you and her of that at every opportunity.

The last part will be here soon. I still haven't gotten any feedback, positive or negative, so I'm assuming I'm on the right path!