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My girlfriend, Che, and I had been talking about cucking for a while now. Its something I really wanted to experience and I eventually talked her into it.
I, (M30), like many men my age have been watching porn religiously from the time we had the illegal black box with the little red digital ticker on the front, that showed all the PPV’s illegally. Channel 59, thats all I will say.
Anyways, I have always watched women getting fucked, so I mean, it just makes sense to watch my own lady get her back broken by someone else doesn’t it? Of course I love her, but I’ve fantasized about watching my woman get fucked while I sit, jerk off, and watch her please another man.
We were hesitant at first. One time I let her have Tinder, and encouraged her to text other men whenever she wanted, including while sitting next to me at home. I’d occasionally read the messages, the feeling I had was a mixture of jealousy, “hurt”, and excitement. It all summed up to me being extremely turned on by the idea.
Fast forward to a week ago. The topic of cucking came up again over dinner. I loved that we were having this conversation of sex, while not having sex if that makes sense? When you’re fucking, anything you say is “fantasy”, a moment in ecstasy. But, when you arent in a state of bliss, having a real conversation about sex, kinks, and fantasies has a bit more weight to it. It felt “real”.
She mentioned being attracted to someone at work. While this made me feel a bit uneasy, I decided to change my mindset, and lean into the idea. I mean, this is something that I wanted right? Why should I be jealous and not excited to try this new venture? So thats what I did. I told her it was ok for her to speak more with him, exchange numbers (if they hadnt already), and see where things go.
She was excited by the idea, but made sure to check with me multiple times before “officially” talking to him. She would tell me about the conversations she would have with him over the course of the week, and I was genuinely intrigued. I felt more like her girlfriend who she was giving gossip to, than her man. But I loved the idea that this was the beginning of our cucking journey.
On Thursday she broke the news to me. She told me that he asked her out on a date, and she said that she would let him know if her weekend was clear later that night (after having this conversation with me). I loved that she wasnt abusing my trust in her. I loved it even more that she was behaving shyly, it led me to believe that she was actually developing some type of feelings for him.
I told her it was ok, and that I would take care of our children on Saturday so that she could go out and enjoy herself. The idea of her going on a date turned me like nothing else. Later that night, after we put the boys to bed, I pulled her into me and fucker her like a man possessed. The image of her fucking another man kept repeating in my head like an old film. I buried my cum in her tight latina pussy and imagined him doing the same. She had came multiple times and squirted into my mouth before she brought me to orgasm. She was as turned on by the idea of fucking another man after being together for three years as I was.
I told her to have fun, keep her location on, and dont worry about anything else. I was ok with her fucking someone who wasnt me, and I liked it!
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Pt. 2
My man, had brought up the idea of me fucking other men a few times in our relationship. He wanted to watch me be “used”. He explained to me that he wanted me to be with a “real man”, someone who’s dick was bigger than his, and who could fuck me harder, longer, and better than he could. He had brought up the idea of me “humiliating” him, which I wasnt too fond of. I love my man, so his requests were throwing me off and making me feel uncomfortable. I didnt know how to do this, but, I’d be lying if I said I wasnt interested in his proposition.
Eventually I caved, and the sex we started having felt amazing. He would have me constantly belittle him while we fucked, talk about the size of his dick (which wasnt bad at all), and how I wanted to fuck other men instead. He had me take money from him while we fucked, which at first felt weird, but felt natural as we progressed. Why shouldnt he pay me to fuck? This pussy is valuable, this throat is valuable, he should be paying me to fuck him…
As we explored this new fantasy, I started talking to another man. Someone my man would consider better, or a “real man”. He was my coworker and we hit it off immediately. He was charming, funny, and sexy. On certain days I could barely make out his print through his dress pants at work. Of course ai wanted to fuck him.
I never mentioned being with someone to him, I also never mentioned having kids. These were things that would just get in the way of this experiment, not that he would care, but maybe I would by mentioning it?
A few weeks after we started talking, he asked me out on a date. I was excited, and thought to myself fuck it, this is what my man wanted anyway, right? I went home that night and spoke to him about it, he agreed like the little cuck he was. In my head, I had already decided that I was going to have this man’s nut in my pussy.
That weekend arrived and it was the most excited i had been in months. I was going on a date with someone new in over three years, I was wet from the anticipation. I dressed in my tightest black dress that highlighted my long tan legs, and gave enough cleavage to leave little more to the imagination. I decided on a lace set of lingerie but battled the idea of wearing nothing instead. Keep it classy I thought to myself.
I walked down the stairs and gave my man a passionate kiss, telling him how good I feel and how excited I was. He was hard through his shorts, and told me that he wanted details later. I quickly gave my kids a good night kiss and ran out to my date who was waiting outside for me.
The sexual tension was thick all drive, and got even steamier as we sat together at dinner. We were flirting back and forth. I’d send my man an update every few minutes and keep him in the loop. It felt powerful, knowing I had a bitch waiting for me at home, while this other man was attempting to have his way with me now.
As the drinks clouded my judgement, I felt his large warm hand slide up my thigh, under my dress. I parted my legs slowly, giving him access the me. By this time my panties were drenched, and I desperately wanted to feel him inside of me. He rubbed my pussy through the thin lace fabric as he was whispering in my ear. Lets get out of here he said. We asked for the check and quickly made our way to his car.
I checked my phone, my man was asking me if I was having a good time? I responded by telling him that I was going home with another man…
My heart was racing as I saw the text bubble appear and bounce for what seemed like forever. I want him to cum in you, sweety. Have fun. That was all I needed to hear. Once we got into his car I immediately jumped him. Our tongues intertwined as he grabbed my hair. I undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Hos dick was huge! 8 inches, as big as my fucking arm! Much bigger and fatter than my man’s at home.
I struggled to fot him in my mouth, but the taste, the scent of this man was driving me insane. My eyes rolled back as I savored his dick in between my lips. He pushed my head down further and I could feel him pulsating. He let go of a huge flurry of nut into my mouth. Being the good girl that I am, I hungrily ate up every drop.
I felt so disgusting. It had all hit me. What did I just do? That feeling quickly went away as he leaned in and tasted his own cum scent from my mouth. Rubbing my pussy. Lets go I said.
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Pt. 3
I texted my man as me and my coworker drove back to his apartment. My head still dizzy from what just happened. Im on a date with a man other than the one I have children with, who’s at home putting them to bed, and is texting me while I just swallowed another man’s cum. A feeling of guilt, flooded into me as all of my thoughts settled in.
“Babe, how is it going?? Did you guys get there yet??”, the text from my man read. Suddenly, that feeling of guilt was overcome by an animalistic desire. “He is ok with everything, this is what he wanted isnt it? Why am I feeling bad when I should be feeling this man inside of me?” I thought to myself. “I just sucked him off in his car, he came down my throat…I swallowed every drop of his nut. You would be so proud…”
My heart pounded as I awaited his response. “Was this too much?”
“Wow…im so fucking turned on right now…how did he taste? Was it bigger than mine?” I just stared at my phone in disbelief really. I couldnt tell if this was a joke, or a dream, or reality. My man, the man of my children, was turned on by the idea of me cheating on him, and swallowing another man’s kids!
“It was bigger than yours. To be honest, I couldnt fit it down my throat. Im going to his house now, and Im going to let him fuck me however he wants. I may not come home tonight, give the boys kisses for me!”
I felt empowered. I felt in control. I was going to give these men whatever they wanted tonight, and I was going to enjoy myself!
“Baby, please make sure you record it, I want to watch him fuck you! Please let me taste him whenever you come home…”
We drove around a quiet neighborhood for a few blocks and then arrived at his place. He opened my car door and led me into his home. My legs were shaking, I was trembling with nerves. He opened his door and left me into his living area where he pulled me close to him, grabbed my hair and aggressively inserted his tongue down my throat. “I love that taste!” He moaned into my mouth.
He threw me to the floor and yanked me to my knees by my hair. This man was an animal, he had lost all sense of control and resorted to his instincts. He wanted to fuck. I was going to give it to him.
He had me every single way he wanted. Devoured my little Dominican pussy with his wide tongue. He flicked my clit while talking dirty in my ear. “Im going to cum in that little tight pussy, I know you want it.” I did want it. I wanted it more than anything. I wanted this man to use my body, and fill my womb with his children.
“Please fuck me, fuck me however you want!” He obliged as the gentlemen he is. For the next hour or so this man had me in the most absurd positions that revealed every inch of my body to him. He threw my legs back, licked my clit to my asshole and cleaned my little shit hold for me with his tongue. He forced me to squirt on his dick, drank it from my pussy like he was dying of thirst, and ravaged my tits til they were sore. Because I had sucked him before we got here, his second nut took its time to cum out. He threw my legs back and sucked on my toes, the feeling drove me insane! “Im cumming, DONT STOP!” I screamed! I convulsed on his black dick, as he soaked my toes with his saliva, and squeezed my tits. His body went still, and then began to hard fuck me, slowly until I felt rope after rope of his nut enter my pussy, filling my womb and painting my walls.
I was exhausted, I was beyond drained. My mouth was dry and I was hyperventilating. I had never been fucked that way, not by any man much less than from the bitch I had home waiting for me. I never wanted to leave here. I never wanted my man to fuck me again. This was heaven. This was where I needed to be.
“Baby, did you fuck him yet…?”
“I did you fucking bitch! He fucked the shit out of me and I loved it. I dont even think your little dick could fit in me anymore. You wouldnt feel my walls!”
I didnt care about his feelings. I enjoyed hurting them. I loved this new dick, and I wanted my man to know that he just fucked up.
A few moments later we cleaned up and he drove me back home. I was disappointed to leave him but he kissed me deeply and told me he would call me tomorrow.
As I walked to my door, my stomach began to drop. I was again feeling the weight of what I just did. I entered quietly into the house, hoping not to wake anyone. My man was there at the stair waiting for me. Sitting there, still, quiet. I probably looked like a cheap hooker you pick up at the end of the night if you struck out with everyone else. I was used, my pussy and belly were full of another man’s seed. I didnt care.
“Hey baby, you’re still up…”
He walked over and pulled me in for a kiss. I didnt hesitate. I pulled his head and allowed my tongue to wander to the back of his throat. I wanted him to taste what a real man left behind.
“Mmm, it tastes…like cum…”
“It is darling. His dick was amazing. Next time you should watch him fuck me, that way you can taste him for yourself…”
“I’d like that baby…I’d love to taste him…”
“Good baby.” I lifted my tight skirt. My panties were soaked with the consequences of my decision, our decision. “Taste him here…”
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