Holy fuck, you guys, your love for my stories keeps me going—thank you! I’m back spilling every filthy detail of my life with my wife, Andrea. If you’re into cuckold stories, check my other posts on my profile; it’s all real, just with names and places changed. I’m still answering your questions and craving your cuck tales. This happened yesterday, and it’s a whole new level of twisted. After posting my last story and some pics of Andrea on Reddit, my inbox blew up with messages calling her a slut and me a pathetic cuck. Fuck, that shit got me so hard. Andrea knows I share these stories, and it turns her on too. Yesterday, with her on her period and us not fucking for days, I was losing it. Our neighbor Carlos had been texting all week, begging to “borrow” her. I’ve always had this fantasy of Andrea pleasing him with just her mouth, hands, and feet—my foot fetish makes that idea fucking wild. This is how it went down, and it’s got me obsessed.
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Andrea’s kink is making my fantasies come true. When I told her I wanted her to go to Carlos’s and get him off with her mouth, hands, and feet, she gave me that look. “If that’s what you want, baby, I’ll do it,” she said. I thought she was joking, but she hopped in the shower and asked, “How do you want me dressed?” That question alone made my cock twitch. I told her to wear the sluttiest thing she had—period or not, I wanted Carlos to see her as a total whore. She picked a tight top that made her tits look massive, a tiny short that barely covered her ass, and open-toe heels showing off her glossy white toenails. If you’ve read my other stories, you know I’m a foot fetishist, and Carlos is getting into it too. She looked like a goddess and a slut, ready to serve. I texted Carlos my fantasy: no fucking, just her mouth, hands, and feet to make him cum. He replied instantly, “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna unload in that mouth. Send that slut over.” His words, treating my wife like a cheap hooker, had me rock hard. I gave Andrea her instructions: make him feel like I do when she sucks me off. She’s a pro, making me cum without touching myself, and I wanted her to show Carlos how well I’ve “trained” her.
She finished getting ready and headed to Carlos’s house, texting me, “I’m outside. You tell him, or should I knock?” That shit makes me feel like I’m pimping her out, and I fucking love it. I texted Carlos, “Your slut’s outside,” and he was at the door in seconds. Since I wasn’t there, Andrea wrote down every detail for me—she loves writing, and I’m sharing her account so you don’t miss a thing.
Walking into Carlos’s house, I felt like such a slut, and I loved it. He greeted me with a deep, wet kiss, his tongue all over mine, just how I like it. He started groping me, pulling my tits out of my top and sucking them hard. I reminded him I was only there to please him—no fucking, just my mouth, hands, and feet. He led me to his bedroom, kissed me again, then threw me on the bed. He lay back, pulled out his cock—not fully hard yet—and I went to work. I took it in my mouth, letting it grow as I sucked, gagging on it like I do for my husband. I used tons of spit, knowing he loves that. He tried to jerk himself, but I slapped his hand away. “No touching,” I said. “I do all the work.” He grinned, “What a good little slut. They’ve got you trained right.” Those words could’ve pissed me off, but they made me wetter—I felt like a hired whore, and it was hot. I jerked him with my hands while choking on his thick cockhead, spit dripping everywhere, making it slick and nasty. “Keep that up, and I’ll cum,” he groaned, but I knew my husband wanted more.
I got on my knees as he stood on the bed, wanting to fuck my mouth. I let him know he could go as hard as he wanted. He started slow, but I pushed him to pound my throat, his precum flooding my mouth. That taste drives me wild. I laid him back down and told him to relax—I wanted to use my feet. He pulled out lube, like he’d been waiting for this, and I worked his cock with my feet, just like I do for my husband. He was moaning, staring at my white-painted toes wrapped around his dick. “Your little feet look so sexy on my cock,” he said, and he wasn’t lying—they did. I teased him in every way, rubbing slow, then fast, but stopped whenever he got close. My husband wanted me to swallow his load, so I wasn’t letting him cum yet. I went back to sucking, using the same trick I use on my husband, gagging deep and slow. It worked—minutes later, he was groaning louder, his cockhead swelling in my mouth. I knew he was done for. He thrust up, fucking my mouth, and exploded with huge, thick ropes of cum. I swallowed every drop, loving how much he came. I kept sucking, cleaning every bit of cum off his cock, just like I do for my husband. He thanked me, saying he hadn’t cum that hard from a blowjob in years, and repeated, “Fuck, they’ve got you trained good.” I realized I didn’t need to fuck to feel this turned on—I was born to please men like this.
When Andrea got back, she was glowing, still tasting of Carlos’s cum. I was so worked up I pulled her onto the couch and fucked her mouth myself, cumming in seconds. Knowing she’d just made another man explode, then me, had me shaking. This wasn’t just a fantasy—it’s who we are now. I’m hooked on watching her be the perfect slut, and she’s found her calling, pleasing men like a pro.
Thanks for reading. If this got you going, drop a comment—tell me what hit you hardest. Everything’s real, just with names changed. Keep reading my stories, and I’ll keep sharing.