Story: My Wife’s Threesome with Our Neighbor Left Me Obsessed [cuckold perspective]

The air was thick with chatter and clinking glasses at the family dinner, but my eyes were glued to Andrea. She was a vision in a tight black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, her legs looking endless in those stripper-style heels I’d bought her. Her toes, painted a glossy white, peeked out, driving me wild with my foot fetish. She’d thrown on a coat to tone down the “fuck-me” vibe, but when she slipped it off at the table, heads turned. My uncles and cousins couldn’t peel their eyes off her as she walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying like a tease. Most guys would burn with jealousy, but I fucking love it. Knowing they’re picturing her naked, wanting what’s mine, gets me hard. Andrea downed a few glasses of wine, her cheeks flushing, while I sipped beers, getting hornier watching their stares. When she came back from the bathroom, she leaned in for a kiss—not a peck, but a deep, hungry one that promised trouble. Under the table, her hand grazed my thigh, and mine slipped up her dress. She was playing dirty, and I was all in.

Her phone buzzed with a text she sent me: Let’s get outta here and get naughty. That was it. I faked a headache, made excuses to my family, and we bolted. In the car, we were all over each other. I yanked off her coat, buried my face in her perfect tits, and slid two fingers inside her—she was soaked. “Let’s go home and fuck,” she moaned, her hand stroking my cock through my pants. I was ready to explode. Then she hit me with, “Why don’t we invite Carlos? Let you both fuck me.” My dick twitched at the thought. Carlos, our neighbor, had been begging to fuck her all week, but it never worked out. The idea of sharing her with him, watching him take her, made me dizzy with lust. I texted him, and he was ready in seconds: Be there soon. Have her sucking you when I walk in. His demand to catch her on her knees for me, only to take over, fucked with my head in the best way. I had to make it happen.

We got home, and I poured Andrea another glass of wine—she gets wilder with every sip. “Go put on your sluttiest lingerie,” I told her. “Just panties, bra, and those heels.” She came back looking like a porn star: black lace barely covering her tits and pussy, those heels making her legs scream for attention. I told Carlos the front door was open—come in whenever. Knowing she was dressing up for him, not just me, had me throbbing. We went to the living room, and Andrea dropped to her knees, pulling out my cock. She’s a goddess at sucking dick, always trying to choke on it, her lips tight around me, gagging like it’s her job. I was fucking her mouth when the door creaked open. Carlos walked in, smirking. “That’s how I wanted to find this slut,” he said. His words stung, but they made my cock harder. Andrea didn’t stop, but she looked at him, eyes begging. “Join us,” she purred, and he didn’t hesitate.

It was like a porn flick. Carlos whipped out his cock—bigger than mine, with a thick head that made my stomach twist. Andrea went for it, sucking him the same way she does me, gagging as it hit her throat. His dick was still soft but already stretching her mouth. She kept one hand on my cock, stroking, but her focus was on getting him hard. “Fuck, your slut sucks so good,” Carlos groaned, and I felt a mix of shame and pride. He grabbed her head, fucking her throat like it was his toy, the wet sounds of his cockhead hitting her tonsils driving me wild. Andrea didn’t forget me—she switched to my cock, choking on it, then back to his, taking turns. Then she did something new: she stuffed both our cocks in her mouth at once. I was shocked, but it felt so fucking good, her tongue swirling around our tips. The size difference was obvious, his thick head dwarfing mine, and that humiliation pushed me to the edge. She was in heaven, moaning like a whore, playing with our cocks like they were her favorite toys.

Carlos sat on the couch, and Andrea kept sucking him, her ass in the air. I got behind her, ripping off her panties, and buried my face in her pussy. She was dripping, so turned on by having two men in our living room. I slid two fingers inside, then three, her moans muffled by Carlos’s cock in her throat. I fucked her doggy style while she sucked him, her body shaking with every thrust. It felt like we were starring in our own porn. She tried to moan, but Carlos pushed her head back down, making her gag. We kept at it for a while until he said, “Lend me your slut.” The way he talked about her—like she was property—made my cock throb. We switched. Watching him pound her from behind, his huge cock stretching her, was unreal. I shoved my dick in her mouth, fucking her throat while he slammed into her. The three of us were lost in it, grunting and moaning like animals.

We moved to our bedroom. Carlos put her on all fours and kept fucking her hard. I sat in a chair, stroking myself, mesmerized by how he used her. His size made my petite wife look like his personal fuck doll, her moans begging for more. The difference in their bodies—his bulk against her small frame—fucked with my head. I got in front of Andrea, kissing her deep, our tongues tangled while Carlos pounded her like a bitch in heat. “You love this, don’t you?” I whispered. Between gasps, she said, “I’m cumming so hard.” Her pussy clamped down, and Carlos felt it too. “Fuck, this slut’s squeezing me,” he growled, proud he’d pushed her over the edge. He didn’t last long—Andrea’s orgasms always get him. “Switch,” he said, and I took over. Sliding into her after him was wild; her pussy felt loose, like he’d stretched it to fit his cock. Instead of hating it, I fucking loved it. I fucked her hard while Carlos jerked off over her face, her tongue lapping at his balls.

He wanted her again, this time missionary. As he positioned her, her feet ended up near his face. Knowing my fetish, he sucked her toes, slobbering over each one, then guided them to his cock. Andrea’s a pro at footjobs, and she worked him so good he groaned, “Keep that up, and I’ll cum.” Part of me wanted her to finish him like that, but I also loved that he wasn’t done fucking her. He spread her legs and fucked her missionary, hard and deep. Andrea grabbed his arms, like she was trying to slow him down, but he was relentless, grunting like he was possessed. She started begging, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Hearing my wife plead for his load was the hottest shit ever. Carlos couldn’t hold out. “I’m cumming,” he roared, pulling out. Andrea slid to her knees, tongue out, ready. He jerked off over her face, and three thick ropes shot out—one on her tongue, two across her lips. His moans as he came made her even sluttier; she sucked his cock clean, licking every drop. With her finger, she scooped the cum off her lips, smirking, “Can’t waste any of this.” Her hunger for his load fucked me up. Carlos grabbed his stuff and left, like a guy who’d just finished with a hooker.

I was still hard, reeling from it all. Andrea looked at me, cum still glistening on her lips, and said, “Your turn, cuck.” I fucked her right there, her pussy still slick from Carlos, and came harder than ever, my moans mixing with hers. Lying there after, I realized this wasn’t just a fuck—it was a line we’d crossed. I’m obsessed with this life, with her, with the shame and thrill of it all. But deep down, I wonder if I’m in too deep.

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