The next night, we had dinner together—just the two of us. Nothing fancy, but the food was good, the vibe was right, and that magic between us was back. She wore this simple black dress, hair down, looking hot as hell, and I could tell she felt good too. We were smiling, laughing, touching each other under the table. Everything that had felt heavy just a few days earlier suddenly didn’t matter. We were locked in again, like we were supposed to be.
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Back at home, I felt fucking amazing. Confident. In control. Alpha. All that stuff I’d been wrestling with—Brian, the cuck fantasies—it felt gone. Pushed aside. I was the only guy on her mind. At least that’s what I wanted to believe.
We were fooling around on the bed, laughing and kissing. Things escalated quick. She laid back and spread her legs open—and the second I saw her pussy, I was hit like a truck.
It was perfect. That soft brown V just above, trimmed neat like she knew exactly how I liked it. Her lips were already wet and swollen, that deep pink showing through like she’d been aching for it. She looked so fucking good I had to stop and just look. The room filled with her scent—warm, sweet, raw sex—and it went straight to my cock. I couldn’t think straight.
She reached down with two fingers and pulled her pussy open for me. There was this soft, slick sound, and her juices stretched and clung to her fingers before dripping back down. I could see everything—her clit standing out, her tight little hole twitching with need, wetness pooling underneath her. She looked like she was inviting me to do anything I wanted.
And in that exact moment, something flipped in my brain.
I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted her filled with cum. His cum. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and eat her out after another man dumped a load inside her. I wanted to taste her… and him.
It was insane. A minute ago, I felt like a king. Now I was on my knees in my head, begging to taste her like a fucking cuck. But I liked that feeling. It hit a nerve deep inside me.
I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her legs and started licking like I was starving. The taste of her always did something to me, but this time it was different—it was like I was high on it. My cock was throbbing while my tongue worked her clit, her juices all over my mouth.
As I kept going, all I could think was: What if she really did it? What if she came home with his cum dripping out of her? Would I still want this? Would I eat her then?
I pulled back, my face soaked, and looked up at her. “Would you… would you fuck Brian for real?” I asked. My voice cracked a little, but I meant it. “Only if you want to.”
She grabbed the back of my head and yanked me back into her pussy. “Yes,” she hissed. “I want it. I want his cock in me. It’s so fucking huge.”
My cock felt like it was going to explode.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her hips, lined up, and shoved my cock deep inside her in one slow, hungry thrust. She was so tight and soaking wet—her pussy clamped down on me like it didn’t want to let go.
She looked at me, eyes wild, lips curled into that dirty smile I loved. “You love that I sucked his big cock, don’t you?” she moaned. “You can’t stop thinking about it… my mouth full of him, drool running down my chin while I sucked him like a nasty whore.”
I groaned. My cock throbbed hard inside her. She could feel every twitch.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, biting her lip. “You’re such a dirty little cuck… your girlfriend’s gonna go fuck him now. I’m gonna bend over for him, spread my pussy wide, and let him slam that thick cock deep inside me. And you’re gonna be home waiting for it.”
I fucked her harder, gripping her hips, slamming into her soaked pussy as her moans filled the room.
“He’s gonna ruin me,” she moaned, dragging her nails down my back. “I’ll still be dripping with your cum when I get to his place… and I’ll beg him to stuff me anyway. I want his load so deep I feel it in my stomach.”
Her pussy was milking me now, squeezing my cock with every filthy word.
“I’m gonna look up at him and say, ‘My boyfriend wants to taste you—wants to eat your cum out of my used little pussy.’ And you will, won’t you? You’ll clean me up like the good little bitch you are.”
I couldn’t take it.
I slammed into her hard, one last time, and everything inside me let go.
“F-fuck!” I shouted, as I emptied myself inside her. “Take it—take all my fucking cum!”
Her pussy clamped around me, her back arching. “Yes! Fuck! Cum in me! Fill your little cumslut up!”
We came together—hard. My cock throbbed as I pumped her full. Her pussy soaked my cock and balls, her body trembling under me as we both collapsed, breathless, completely spent.
I stayed buried in her, still hard, still leaking inside her.
She looked at me, eyes glowing, and whispered with a grin, “I came four times, back-to-back.”
We laid there after, tangled up in the sheets, our bodies sweaty and covered in cum. The room reeked of sex—pussy, cum, heat—and honestly, I fucking loved it. Her right leg was draped over mine, both of us lying on our backs, catching our breath in silence. With her legs resting across mine, I lazily rubbed her pussy with my left hand, just sliding my middle finger up and down her soaked, cum-slick lips.
She giggled, her fingers absentmindedly playing in the hair on my chest. “Oooh, careful,” she whispered. “My clit’s super sensitive. You fucked the hell out of me.”
I laughed too, still breathing heavy. “You’re the one who broke my brain.”
She lifted her head and gave me that wicked little smile of hers. “So…” she said, “now that you’ve cum… do you still want me to do it? Or was that just a horny, full-balls fantasy that wore off already?”
I paused. I could feel her skin against mine, her scent still thick in the air, that whole scene still playing in my head. I wasn’t confused. I wasn’t second guessing it.
“I still want it,” I said. “Even more now.”
Her smile softened just a little. Less playful, more real.
“I’ve been back and forth on this for so long,” I told her. “I never hated it… I just never knew where I stood. It always turned me on, but then I’d feel weird after. Like, do I actually want this? Or is it just a roleplay thing? But tonight…”
I looked at her. “Tonight when you spread your legs and showed me that wet, perfect pussy… something just clicked. Like something inside me snapped into place. I looked at you, all open and dripping, and thought, I want to eat her out after another guy cums in her. And instead of feeling weird about it… I felt turned the fuck on. I felt alive.”
She stared at me for a second, then leaned in and kissed me—slow and deep.
When she pulled back, she had this glow in her eyes. “You were actually thinking that?” she asked. “I thought you were just saying it to get me going.”
“I was actually thinking it,” I said. “And even now, after I just fucking came harder than ever, I still want it. I don’t know what changed, but the urge didn’t go away. Usually by now I’d be like ‘Okay that was fun,’ but this time… it’s stuck. I want it.”
She laughed softly, that dirty little sparkle back in her eyes. “So you really want me to be your hotwife—even though we’re not married yet.”
“Yeah,” I said, eyes on hers. “I want you to be my hot-girlfriend.”
She grinned. “I don’t know, honey… this is usually the part where I tease you and say I’m gonna go get fucked, and you roll your eyes and say you’re over it.”
I pulled her close, smiling. “Not this time. I’m not over it. I want to see where this goes.”
There was no doubt in me anymore. No second thoughts. Just this strange sense of peace… and the hottest fucking anticipation I’d ever felt in my life.
She turned toward me, wrapping her leg across mine again, her hand resting on my chest like she always did when she was feeling soft. I loved that.
Then she leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw. Her voice dropped low. “If you want,” she whispered, sliding her hand down my stomach, “I can call Brian now. Ask if he wants to see me tomorrow.”
I froze for a second. My heart jumped.
“I know he’ll say yes,” she went on, her fingertip drawing slow circles across my skin. “If you’re serious… if this is real… I’ll call him. Right now.”
She pulled back slightly to look at me. No teasing this time. No jokes. This was real.
I stared back at her for a beat, that heavy mix of nerves and lust crashing in my chest—but it didn’t feel wrong.
I nodded. “Yeah. Call him.”
Her eyes lit up, breath catching like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“I’m gonna tell him I miss his big cock,” she said, already reaching for the phone. “He wants to fuck me so bad.”
My cock twitched. It had barely gone soft after that last round, and now it was coming back to life fast.
It was 2005—no smartphones yet—so she flipped open her little phone and started scrolling through her contacts. Her thumb hovered over his name.
She looked at me one last time. “You sure, baby?”
I looked her right in the eyes. “I’m sure. I want this.”
She gave me that filthy, gorgeous grin. “Me too. I fucking want this.”
And then she hit send.
* Stay tuned for part 6. Again, I am just want to tell my story. this is cathartic for me.
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