Part 5: My Neighbor Asked Permission to Fuck My Wife [cuckold perspective]

Part 4

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/ONUYvSu9FG

Holy fuck, you guys loving my stories keeps me going—thanks! I’m spilling every twisted detail of this insane life with Andrea. I’m still answering your questions and craving your cuck tales. After the threesome with Carlos that broke me, I’m deep in this cuckold world, heart racing, cock hard just thinking about my girl. But what happened last week took it to another level: Carlos asked my permission to fuck my wife, and what they did in his car left me shaking with jealousy and horniness. Buckle up, this fifth chapter is pure fire. Check my other posts for the full story—all real, just with names and places changed.

Being a cuck is my addiction. Handing Andrea to Carlos pushes me to the edge, and after the threesome, things changed. I was already chatting with him on WhatsApp, planning encounters, spilling my fetishes, and he didn’t hold back: “Your girl’s fucking hot, those tits and ass kill me, and she’s so tight I can’t take it.” Post-threesome, Carlos got bolder, hitting me up constantly, his intentions clear as day: he was dying to fuck Andrea again. I travel a lot for work, leaving Andrea alone at home for weeks. We keep it hot with sexchat—she sends nudes, and we get filthy. Picture her: 27, petite, gorgeous brunette, perfect tits, gym-toned ass, and legs that drive men wild. She’s every guy’s dream. One night, she sent nudes that got me rock hard: her naked body, white-painted toenails, posing like a slut. We talked dirty, and she said, “I’m so horny, I wanna be a whore, I want to be used.” I knew she meant Carlos. He’d texted me that day, so I hit him up to see if he was around to hook up with her. Bad luck—he wasn’t free.

Next morning, Carlos messaged, apologizing. Then, fuck, he sent a video that blew my mind: him fucking another woman, a total hottie, doggy style, pounding her hard. No clue if it was his girlfriend, but she was fine. He wrote, “I fucked this slut, but I want your wife.” That shit got me harder than ever. Knowing he’d banged someone else and still craved Andrea drove me wild. I watched the video a thousand times, rereading his message, and without thinking, promised Andrea would be free that night, even though I hadn’t asked her. Horniness took over.

That afternoon, I worked Andrea up over the phone, talking dirty all day to get her ready for Carlos. But then she dropped a bomb: her cousin was staying over to keep her company. I thought that’d kill the plan, but Andrea sent more nudes, her feet front and center, white nails gleaming, and I knew she was ready to misbehave. I called and told her Carlos wanted to see her. I didn’t mention his video with the other woman but said I wanted them to hook up. To my shock, she suggested, “If not at home, let’s do it in his car, like when we were young.” Fuck, that got me rock hard. Knowing she was so horny she’d fuck in a car was insane. I told Carlos, and he was pumped: “I’ll pick her up at 8.”

Andrea got ready, as always, to kill. She wore a short skirt showing off her legs and strappy sandals that flaunted her perfect feet, white nails shining. I’m a foot fetishist, and her picking those sandals for Carlos had me on edge. She sent pics, posing like a slut, and I couldn’t stop staring. The thought of her leaving her cousin at home to go fuck Carlos in his car was too much. The adrenaline hit hard, but I knew touching myself would make me cum in seconds. At 8, Carlos texted: “I’m here.” Andrea called: “Babe, I won’t record much this time, I want to enjoy.” Fuck, her saying she wanted to savor her bull nearly made me explode. She got in his car, and they drove to a hidden spot in our condo complex.

I was so horny I couldn’t think straight. Ten minutes passed with no word, and my mind ran wild imagining what he was doing to her. I wanted to call, but the thrill of knowing she was enjoying stopped me. At 20 minutes, I caved and dialed. She answered, voice trembling like she was getting fucked. “Babe, just listen,” she said, leaving the phone on the seat. I heard their bodies slamming together, hard, rhythmic, pure pleasure. Carlos growled, “Like that, slut, like that.” He’d never been that rough with her, and it killed me. The call cut off, and I didn’t dare interrupt. Minutes later, she texted: “We’re done, my love, got a surprise.” She sent four videos: her sucking his cock like it was her life, her feet on the dashboard as he pounded her, moaning like a madwoman. She was enjoying it like never before. I thought the videos were the surprise, until she hit me with: “He came inside me.” Fuck, my world stopped. Carlos had filled her, and she’d let him.

When I got home, Andrea was in bed, her cousin asleep next door. She reeked of sex, of Carlos, her skin glistening with sweat. I kissed her; her lips tasted salty, intense, like him. I threw her on the bed, ripped off her skirt and sandals, and dove into her pussy, feeling her heat, knowing he’d been there. The taste was salty, a thick mix of Andrea’s juices and Carlos’s cum, still dripping from her. It didn’t gross me out—it got me harder. I licked every inch, like I was reclaiming her and humiliating myself at the same time. Andrea was so turned on she grabbed my head, shoving me against her pussy, as if she wanted me to savor every last drop of their fuck. Her moans were feral, her legs shaking, her feet with those white-painted nails flexing as she used me. “Taste what he did to me,” she whispered, and fuck, I nearly came without touching. I fucked her, feeling how wet she was, the void Carlos left, and exploded, yelling I was her cuck, as she stared at me with that smug, slutty smile.

Later, as she slept, my phone buzzed. It was Carlos, messaging me, not her: “I want to do that again with that slut.” His audacity hit like a punch. He didn’t even write to Andrea, just me, like I’m his accomplice in fucking my wife. I’m fucked, torn between love, jealousy, and a horniness I can’t control. What the hell do I do now that Carlos is calling the shots