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Carlos and I had a thing going through WhatsApp, but it was all about his obsession with Andrea and the women he fucked. He’d tell me about this 46-year-old divorced lawyer with two kids he was banging however he wanted, sending pics and screenshots of her begging to see him. Fuck, it got me hard thinking he made my wife feel the same way. He was always demanding photos of Andrea, and I, the good cuck, sent them: her posing like a slut, her feet with white-painted nails gleaming. It drove me wild that he asked. Once, he said he wanted to fuck her in white lace lingerie, high heels, and white toenails. He knew I’m a foot fetishist, and that he remembered Andrea’s feet got me rock hard. He sent a pic of a model in white lingerie, like he was ordering an escort to his specs. “I want her like this,” he wrote. Fuck, I felt humiliated and horny as hell, like I was prepping my wife for him.
The next day, Andrea suggested we go to the mall to buy the exact outfit Carlos wanted. We hit up stores until we found the perfect white lace lingerie, open-toe heels showing off her white nails, and a tight white dress that screamed “high-class slut.” Paying for clothes another man would enjoy got me so hard. We kept texting with Carlos, but timing never lined up. I was dying to see my wife with him live, like in my darkest fantasies.
It was Saturday, and I was at the office checking papers when Carlos texted: “I’m free all day, house is empty, everyone’s gone. I wanna get nasty with your wife.” Fuck, the thought of him fucking her in his family’s house drove me wild. I wanted them alone, sending me videos. He could only do the afternoon, so I told Andrea. She agreed instantly, remembering the white nail polish. She went to the salon for a deluxe pedicure, and I paid for the most expensive one, knowing Carlos would enjoy her feet. I set it all up; Andrea didn’t talk to him, everything went through me. He gave me the time, I passed it to her, and she got ready: short white dress, lace lingerie, white heels with her nails shining. She looked fucking stunning, a slut ready for her bull. She sent me pics and a video touching herself over the lingerie, and my cock nearly exploded. I ducked into the office bathroom to jerk off but didn’t cum, too overwhelmed by her prepping for another man.
Carlos texted: “I’m ready, tell your slut to come over.” Fuck, I felt like I was hiring a escort for him. I told Andrea, and she walked to his house, five minutes away. I got in my car to call her, with my friends inside my house, clueless. I told her I wanted videos but to enjoy, to be the biggest slut. “I’m so ready to make you a cuck,” she said, driving me insane. She got to Carlos’s, texted she’d be a total slut, and said she’d call after. Knowing I’d set it all up and she was about to get fucked had me shaking.
(This is what Andrea told me later)
She rang the bell, and Carlos opened in seconds. He pulled her in and kissed her like he was starving, shoving his tongue down her throat, which gets her soaked instantly. He took her to his room and put her on her knees to suck his cock. She handed him the phone to record; she knows I lose it watching her suck a dick that’s not mine. She’s a goddess at it, always trying to choke on Carlos’s cock. The sound of her throat when he shoves it deep is pure porn. She sent me that video later, and fuck, I nearly came just watching.
I was at the office, but the adrenaline was too much. I couldn’t stay, so I drove home, horny knowing Andrea was with him. I called, but she didn’t answer, a first that got me harder; I figured they were too busy. Minutes later, she called back, voice breaking, moaning. “He’s eating me so good, babe,” she said. “He’s licking everything and wants your permission to eat my ass.” Fuck, that broke me. “Hell yes,” I said, no question. I heard him licking her ass, and her slutty moans drove me wild. She said she’d hang up to record videos, leaving me trembling with horniness.
I got home and called again. No answer, and fuck, that turned me on more. She called back, and it was the hottest shit: screaming, moaning like a madwoman. “Babe, he’s fucking me so good,” she gasped. “I’m so full, he’s pounding me hard.” Then, to him: “Harder, my love.” I heard their kisses while they fucked, pure torture. Carlos suggested a video call, and when it connected, she was sucking his cock again, the white lingerie torn to the side, heels still on, white nails gleaming. “I love it, look how big,” she told me, staring into the camera. Carlos grabbed her hair, making her choke, and she’d gasp just to suck again. She looked at me: “Look, little cuck,” and started licking his balls, making him moan like crazy. It was a filthy show. I told them to keep going and hung up, overwhelmed.
I was so horny I couldn’t touch myself without cumming. The thought of Carlos treating Andrea like a slut consumed me. She called again, normal this time, and asked: “Where do you want him to cum?” Fuck, that question got me. “Fill her up,” I said, and begging for that drove me wild. She hesitated but was so horny she told Carlos: “Cum inside me.” I heard him grunt as he came, and she said they’d record it. Time crawled until the video hit my phone: Carlos had filled her like never before, his cum dripping from her pussy, the white lingerie soaked, her feet trembling in the heels. I lost it.
When Andrea got home, she reeked of sex, of Carlos. I threw her on the bed, ripped off her dress and heels, and fucked her like a madman. Knowing she had Carlos’s cum inside drove me insane. Her pussy felt stretched, like he’d wrecked her, and I barely felt her walls. That turned me on even more—my wife had been used, claimed by another man, and I was fucking where he’d left his mark. I came in seconds, screaming I was her cuck. In one hour, Andrea had taken the cum of two men, and fuck, that thought has me trapped.
If you’re into this, let me know if you want more of this madness. Hit me with advice, cucks—I’m fucked and starving for more.
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