“Can I please just fuck him one more time?”
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Maya pleaded up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. Thoughts raced through my mind as I stared down at her.
“How long have you been thinking about this?”
Maya took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it in her hands as she answered.
“At first, not at all. But I had a dream about him last month, and I’ve been starting to daydream about it more and more since then. This last week, it’s all I could fucking think about.”
“How often have you been watching the video?”
“Often. Whenever I get the chance. In my car.. in the bathroom at my work.. at my mom’s house yesterday when I visited.. I watched it next to you while you slept last night and you almost woke up. That’s why I came out here tonight.”
My heart was pounding out of my chest and my cock was throbbing wildly. Her words alone were bringing me to the edge.
“You miss getting fucked by him?”
“Yes.”
“You miss his big dick?”
Maya blushed. “I do.”
I hesitated, unsure if I should say the next few words that had popped into my mind. Like a river to a waterfall, I felt the words fall out of my lips before I even made a conscious decision to say them.
“You really miss your daddy, don’t you?”
Maya blushed bright red at my words and used my cock to hide herself for a few seconds. But as she pulled it away from her face, her embarrassment had passed, and she looked up at me with a face of pure, unadulterated lust.
“I don’t miss him. But I can feel my pussy aching for him.”
Her pussy.. aching for him. Her words set me over and my cock shot out a thin rope of cum, which Maya graciously accepted on her mouth and cheek as she continued to stare at me with that look on her face.
We didn’t talk about it much more that night, but she confessed more about it the next morning. Reiterating how at first she hadn’t thought about him at all, and then with increasing regularity in the last month, with this week being the tipping point for her.
“I’m distracted all the time. I had to bring a change of panties to work every day this week because I keep soaking through them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even like Steven. I really can’t stand him. I keep telling myself that whatever this is will pass. But then I think about that night again, and I can’t lie to myself. I’m really sorry.. but I feel my pussy aching for him.”
She’d used the exact same words she said the night before. My heart raced as I thought about the implications of her words. My girlfriend had confessed to me that she could feel her pussy aching for another man. The way she described the depth of her need for him was almost too much to bear.
She explained that it sounded worse than she’d meant it to. He was only part of the problem. She definitely missed his cock, and the way he stretched her pussy. She also thought a lot about the way he’d made her cum. She was afraid of the primal way he fucked her, and she knew she’d never want it on a regular basis.. but there was a part of her that did want to experience it again, at least one more time.
She also explained that it was more than just Steven. It was the entire experience. How turned on she’d been knowing I could hear her. How in love with me she felt when I took care of her afterwards. How deeply erotic it was when she let me clean her pussy, and how amazing I felt inside her when she was stretched and full of cum.
“It was like I could feel both your cocks inside me at the same time.”
I told her I needed some time to think about it. On one hand, this was a dangerous game. My girlfriend was obsessing over a man who I already knew could fuck her deeper and harder, stretch her pussy more fully, and make her cum more intensely than I ever had. This was a slippery slope that could lead to losing her completely. On the other hand, listening to and then watching Steven fuck her, and the way Maya and I made love afterwards, was one of, if not the most, intense sexual experiences of my entire life. It was hard to not want to do it again.
That night, Maya and I played their video while we fucked. She told me how much she missed his cock. How good he fucks her with it. She told me how badly she needed to feel his hands on her hips and his thickness inside of her. She even moaned his name for me. We fucked like mad that night. As we lay there afterwards, panting heavily, her pussy full of my cum, my mind was made. I told her she can see him again.
Maya’s second date with Steven went down much like her first. Buzzing with anticipation, I watched her dig through her lingerie drawer until she found what she was looking for.
“Remember this?” She smiled at, holding a strappy leather body harness in her hand. It was the same one she’d worn on the night we first met, all those years ago.
As I pulled up to his building, she turned to me and kissed me before pressing her lips against my ear. “I’m gonna let him fuck me so good tonight baby. I’m going to let him make my pussy his own.”
My cock throbbed in my pants. “Just make sure you return it when he’s done.”
She laughed. “Maybe. Maybe not.” With that, for the second time, I watched my girlfriend’s sultry strut away from my car, as she walked excitedly towards the cock that was waiting for her.
I listened again, to their kisses and compliments as they undressed each other. I listened to his groan of admiration as she revealed her body to him, knowing exactly how she looked in her leather harness. I listened, as she took out his cock and admired it. As she told him how she missed it. How much she touches her pussy at night when she thinks of it. I listened as she enthusiastically sucked Steven’s cock, gagging and grasping for air as she let him enjoy the soft warmth of her mouth and he told her what a good girl she was.
I listened as she begged for his dick, and to her screams of pleasure as he gave it to her. Listened as he gripped ahold of the leather straps wrapped around her and used them to pull her forcefully onto his impressive appendage. Again and again, she screamed and moaned for him, crying out his name, telling him how much she missed his cock and how badly she’d needed this. I listened as she told him her pussy was his, and how good his cock felt inside her.
Steven only seemed to have one gear.. hard and fast. The minutes dragged by as I listened to Maya’s screams and moans and dirty talk, accompanied by the sound of his body slamming into hers. Again and again he thrust into her as she told him over and over that she loves his cock. He only fucked her for 25 minutes, but it felt like an hour.
Like the first night, I heard her succumb to the pleasure he was giving her, begging him not to stop until she came all over his dick, and when Maya came for him, she came screaming and crying and shaking and groaning. Finally, I listened as she begged him to fill her pussy with his cum, and Steven’s deep grunting pleasure as he released in her.
I received another halftime video from her, again from his bathroom. This time she’d propped her phone up and filmed herself bent over in front of it, her round ass in the air and pretty pussy on display. I watched Steven’s cum flow out of her clearly stretched pussy, covering her swollen clit and dripping off it in long strings onto the floor.
Maya made sure to film both rounds of their sex that night, and ever the cinematographer she was, she made sure to capture as many angles as she could while they fucked. Despite Steven fucking her to the point of delirium, my girl kept me in her thoughts as she made sure I always had a perfect view to see the pleasure on her face or his cock pounding into her.
That night, I knelt beneath her again and lapped hungrily at his cum as it dripped out of the used and slutty slit between her legs. Again, I knew exactly how much bigger his cock was than mine as I felt how much he’d stretched her pussy. Maya and I came together over and over that night until we fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, we told each other that this time, we were done for good.
4 more months passed before I admitted to myself I had an ache of my own. I couldn’t stop watching the videos of Steven’s cum dripping out of her. As wrong as it felt, I desperately wanted to taste him in her pussy again.
When I told her this, she smiled from ear to ear. “Oh baby, I thought you’d never ask.”
In the 2 years since the first night I let Steven fuck my girlfriend, she’s visited him 7 more times. Her 5th and 6th dates happening on back-to-back weekends.
We leave each night thinking it might be the last, but inevitably one of us approaches the other and asks to do it again. My girlfriend begs me to let her feel his cock again, or I beg her to let me lick his cum from her pussy.
She’s filmed every encounter, and I now have a few hours of footage of the two of them. I can’t count how many minutes I’ve spent watching Maya on her knees with his cock in her mouth, or Steven throwing her into position after position and ruthlessly pounding her into complete submission. He caught on quickly that she loved the recordings, and began encouraging her to move the camera around so she could capture new vantage points of their sexual exploits. I’ve seen how his balls look slapping against her, and way they tighten and contract against his body as he fills her with his cum. I’ve seen her cute little butthole clenching and unclenching as she struggles to take his mass. I’ve seen the look on her face, time and time again, as she cums for him, his slut for the night. And I have 8 different videos she’s taken from his bathroom, his warm cum dripping from her pretty pussy.
Almost all of their encounters have followed a similar pattern. He usually pushes her to agree to grab a drink or two somewhere before bringing her home to fuck. They typically go for two rounds of sex before Maya taps out, with a few memorable exceptions. There was one time that that Maya ended the night by pushing Steven up against his front door as he was walking her out, got on her knees again and sucked him to completion before she walked out to my car with his cum still warm on her lips. There was also a night that we took molly together before I dropped her off, and I listened for hours to them fucking over and over. Maya was a quivering hurricane of euphoria while she begged him to take her again and again until 2:30 AM, when Steven was physically spent and unable to continue.
As we’ve gotten more familiar and comfortable with their sessions, Maya and I have come up with new ways to increase the stakes and make each visit unique. For me, the worst part of their evenings together is the time they spend out for drinks before they return to Steven’s apartment. It usually takes them anywhere between 45 to 90 minutes, and the time I spend waiting for her to call me is agonizing. He’ll pay for their Ubers to and from his apartment, and the week before her 5th date with him, Maya came up with an idea. Someone at work had given her an Uber gift card, and she pulled it out of her purse when she got home one day and flashed me a devilish smile.
“Steven always pays for our rides, but what if I tell him I need to get rid of this thing and insist on ordering our Uber home?”
I smiled back, already seeing what she had in mind as we worked out a plan. She would excuse herself to the bathroom and “Order the Uber” from there, and I’d send her my ETA and be the one to drive them home.
Steven and Maya had never discussed her relationship status, but he’d made occasional subtle comments (which she hated) that suggested he might know she was in one and she was most likely cheating. We didn’t know how much he knew, but all it would take was a few google searches for him to work out who her boyfriend was, and we were scared he would recognize me. Thankfully it would be at night, and being post-covid I could wear a medical mask without it being weird.
We were nervous about doing it, but had fun all week bouncing ideas off each other, plotting out the little nuances that would make our plan more convincing. I’d use a fake name, and Maya came up with the idea that I should mispronounce her name when they walked up my car. I would speak as little as possible, and she’d make sure Steven was more focused on her than the driver. She told me they usually made out during most of their Uber rides back to his place, and had already stepped a little too close to the line of getting too steamy for what an Uber driver might tolerate. She’d need to know the Make, Model and License Plate of my SUV even though she knew my car. She even pulled up old messages in the Uber app so that it would look like she was messaging a real driver if Steven happened to glance at her phone.
The plan worked without a hitch. They hopped into my SUV and Steven didn’t suspect a thing. I’ve never driven so slowly in my life, trying to catch every red light I could and driving practically on autopilot as I focused as much attention as I could spare on the sound of them in the back seat.
Maya played her part perfectly. She wasted no time getting his tongue into her mouth and her hands all over him. I could hear her nails dragging gently across his jeans as she massaged his cock while they kissed. The entire time, she acted like she was trying to be quiet but made sure she was just loud enough for me to know everything that was happening. I listened while she tried to convince him to “take it out.” He was too scared of getting caught, but we’d thought of that too. Maya wore a little cocktail dress that night and she spread her legs to give him easy access to her pussy. As my girlfriend pulled her panties to the side and invited his strong left hand onto and into her pussy, I listened to her quiet moans as Steven hooked his fingers up into her and put pressure on her clit with his palm. Stopping at a red light, I stole a glace at them in the rearview, and made immediate eye contact with my girlfriend, who was staring right back at me through the mirror as she let him finger her. For the very first time, we looked directly into each other's eyes as she gave herself to another man. We held eye contact for the next 30 seconds until the lights changed. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and I watched her shiver from the intensity of the moment. She turned her head to kiss him and I looked away, forced to focus on the road.
I knew the entire thing had really turned her on because my car smelled like her pussy even after I dropped them off. I’m not ashamed to admit I stuck my head into the backseat after I parked and pressed my face against the delicious little wet spot she left on the leather seat where she’d been sitting. The cocktail dress turned out to be a double success, because later that night I sat Maya back down on that same seat and buried my face into her hot and sloppy pussy only 5 minutes after Steven had unloaded in it. Considering it normally took at least 20 minutes for us to drive home and get into bed, this just intensified things even more. She’s worn a skirt or a dress to give me that access every visit since.
Speaking of eating freshly fucked pussy, I’ve dropped Maya off to Steven’s place a few times with a pussy already warm with my own cum. On both occasions, she’s convinced him to skip going out and take things straight into his bedroom, making sure to look into the camera, smiling as she grabs his hair and presses his face into her dripping and beautiful cunt. It turns out, Steven loves to eat my cum out of her pussy too.. he just doesn’t know it. With his comments about how good she tastes and how wet she is, that night was the first time she’s ever cum more than once on his cock.
Though their sex has been incredible, and we’ve cum together and separately many times to the memories and videos of those nights, I began to sense a feeling of dissatisfaction growing in Maya. We discussed it over dinner one night a few days after her last date with him. She assured me that there was nothing wrong between her and I.
“It isn’t that I’m not enjoying the sex with him anymore. That part is still great. It’s just that the more time I spend with him, the more I hate him. He’s hot but he's not fun to be around. He’s a fucking douchebag. Every second I spend with him that we’re not having sex, I just want to leave and be back with you. I’m thinking more about what you’re gonna do to me after than what I’m there to do with him. I’ll keep fucking him.. I know how much you like it. But he’s just giving me the ick lately. And I hate that he thinks I'm cheating.”
It was true.. Steven did think Maya was cheating, and eventually his subtle hints turned into outright accusations. Initially, his comments had been little jabs. He said things like, "This cock is bigger than you're used to, huh?", and, "I know you're not getting fucked well enough". Once he made a comment as she was leaving, telling her, "You better rush home before it gets too late."
The comments irked her, particularly the one about rushing home, but he mostly made them as dirty talk while they were fucking. I thought they were hot, and in the moment, so did Maya. She typically answered back enthusiastically, telling Steven that yes, his cock was so much bigger that she's used to. It was only when she got back home that she wasn't able to shake the guilt of saying those things. As she went back to him for more and more, he got bolder and bolder, clearly getting off on the dynamic himself. The night of their last date, he stopped hinting and addressed it directly.
Steven knelt in front of Maya, holding himself upright and holding her thighs spread open as he fed his cock into her pussy. He looked down at her as he fucked her, watching her face contort with pleasure as she moaned and cried out for him, begging him for more. As he watched her take his thrusts, a cocky smirk began to form across his face.
"Where does your boyfriend think you are right now?"
Maya was ripped out of the moment, the shock and panic from his question apparent on her face. "I… what?"
"Don't play dumb with me." Steven continued sliding in and out of her pussy as he questioned her. "I know you have a boyfriend. Where did you tell him you were going?"
Maya played along, unwilling to admit the truth of the situation. "I.. Umm.. He thinks I'm at my friend's house."
"At your friend's house? Does he know what you get up to with your.. 'friend'?"
"No.. fuck please Steven. He doesn't know anything."
Steven looked extremely pleased with himself, and continued to fuck my girlfriend as he questioned her fidelity. "Naughty little slut you are Maya. Tell me then, the things you don't tell him. Tell me why you're here behind his back."
"Please.. Steven please." She never told him to stop, and though she attempted to plead with him, her body betrayed her. The feeling of him filling her was too good to ignore.
"Tell me, Slut. Tell me why you're here."
"Ohhhhhhh fuckkk. I'm here to get fucked."
"Not good enough. You have a boyfriend. You can get fucked whenever. Why are you here?"
"Fuck Steven. Fuckkk. Okay. Mmmm fuck I'm here because I need your cock."
"You need it?"
"Oh my godd, yesss! I need it. It's so fucking good baby."
"Better than your boyfriend's?"
"YES! Yes, baby you have such a better cock than him. You're so much bigger than him. Thicker than him. You're so fucking strong and you fuck me so so good!"
"I fuck you better than the man you love?"
"Fuck! Fuck you Steven! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I love him so much but you fuck me so much better.. You're so much better. I.. I think about your cock when my boyfriend fucks me! Ohhh fuck, please don't stop!"
She might not have meant her words, but speaking them out loud set her over the edge. It was too primal.. too raw.. too taboo.. and the effect it had on Maya, coupled with the feeling of Steven's big dick inside her, caused her building climax to explode from her pussy. Just before she erupted completely, he asked her one final question.
"Who do you love more, him or my cock?
Maya's eyes rolled around in her head as she took a second to process his words before answering. Completely on the edge, almost incapable of forming words, she was only able to grunt a few clear word before she was ravaged by the intensity of her climax. "I… unfff… COCK!" My girlfriend screamed and came violently on Steven's cock, and he filled her with his cum while she did it. Unknown to them, I also came all over my hand and stomach, unable to stop myself in that moment.
Despite how intense it was for us both, Maya felt terrible that night. She told me over and over how unclean she felt, that she wasn't a cheater, and that she didn't mean anything she said. I assured her that I was fine and I believed her, but I hated to see her impacted negatively by the things we were doing. We also questioned if this situation was going to be our limit in this lifestyle. As hot as what we were doing was, Maya had begun wanting more and more for me to be there in the room with her while they fucked, and I did too. But that was never going to happen with Steven.
I’d also been realizing that I was slowly developing a problem of my own. As I amassed a larger library of footage of them fucking, I’d gotten more and more obsessed with watching it. I played and replayed them so many times, edging and gooning to my girlfriend getting fucked over and over, I began fixating on little details and going crazy over them. I’d watch an entire video only staring at Maya’s facial expressions and nothing else. I’d listen with my eyes closed, knowing what Maya’s next words would be the way you’d memorize lines in your favorite movie. I knew down to the second, which video and which timestamp I should jump to based on which position or camera angle I wanted to watch them in.
The obsession with the videos was one thing, but it became an issue for me when I realized I’d begun spending less time watching my girlfriend behind fucked, and more time staring at the cock that was fucking her. It really got bad for me when I began fixating on a video that had become a fast favorite of mine.
Maya was laying on her back with her thighs spread, Steven kneeling upright between her legs, the camera close enough and angled to capture an excellent and HD view of Steven’s cock penetrating her pussy as she started up at him. I had zoomed in to fill the screen with a closeup of only his cock and her pussy, mesmerized by the way the rim of the bulbous head of his cock caught hold of her pussy lips every time he pulled far enough out of her to see it, tugging her labia outwards as they stretched to accommodate that small but significant jump in his girth.
I played the video in slow motion, staring at the way her juices coated his cock, clinging to him as it slid in and out. Video after video, I began hyper-focusing on him. I traced his veins with my eyes, the way they spiderwebbed across his girth. I watched the way his scrotum stretched as she sucked it into her mouth and shrank back to form when she released it. In one video, Maya is on her knees with her lips tightly wrapped around him, her cheeks sunken in as she sucked his cock with all the force her mouth could create. Every time she popped him out of her mouth, the skin on the head of his cock was pale white from pressure of the vacuum she’d created on it, and I stared at this as it’s color returned within a few seconds. White to pink, white to pink, over and over I watched.
Steven’s cock was a masterpiece. There was no denying that. But my fixation on it went beyond its visual appeal and the way it looked when he gave it to my girlfriend. This was a cock that I had tasted on her lips and in her pussy. I’d kissed her lips only minutes after they’d been wrapped around it. I knew what this cock smelled like, because she came home reeking of it. I had sucked his cum out of her pussy like I was sucking it out of him directly. I can’t explain the sensory experience of knowing all these things and then watching the videos. I could smell and taste him as I watched her suck him, even weeks after they’d last fucked. Sight, taste, smell, sound.. it was sensory overload. I was only natural for me to wonder how much more intense his smell must be in the room as she sucked him. How concentrated his taste must be while it’s directly in her mouth.
My mind began to fill in the only sense it was missing.. touch. I wondered what his cock must feel like in her mouth. What it's texture must be like. Could she feel the pulsing of his veins as she ran her tongue over them? My mouth would water as I watched him. I didn’t know if I wanted to be him, or if I wanted to be on my knees next to her while she sucked him. I’d unintentionally Pavlov’ed myself into wanting to get on my knees whenever I saw his dick. If I was on my knees for him, would he lean back and let me do the work? Or would he grab a fistful of my hair and control my movements? Would I be good enough to make him give me the cum I’d tasted over and over inside Maya’s pussy.. straight from the source?
Many of these thoughts hovered along the very edge of my subconscious for a while before I became aware of them. I'd been in denial, but I was acting crazy. One time I even pulled out one of Maya’s dildos and sucked on it while I watched them. WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME?
Maya’s expression of discontentment with Steven helped bring me back to reality. I knew I wasn’t gay, but I tried to watch gay and bi porn a few times to see if I had awoken some hidden part of my sexuality, and it did nothing but turn me off. I was obsessed with his dick, but didn’t give a fuck about the person it was attached to. I needed to get a hold on myself. We decided to stop arranging dates with Steven, or at least put a pause on them. We still wanted to experience Maya being fucked while I watched in person, but I figured the change would be a good opportunity to reset things. Things did get better for me as we began looking for someone new for Maya. I thought less and less about Steven's cock. Now our only problem was actually finding someone.
We made posts on Reddit and a few fetish websites. Maya got on dating apps. We spent over 2 months talking with potential suitors. Given Maya's looks, we had no shortage of guys wanting to meet us, but we couldn't settle on anyone. For one, I wanted the best for Maya. The guy had to be hot. For another, I wanted him to be hung, at least my size or bigger. That limited our options right off the bat. Beyond that, we just couldn't get the right vibe off anyone. Some guys came off creepy and we eliminated them. Other's seemed okay but we could never feel too sure. There was too much uncertainty in the unknown. Maya had fucked Steven before we'd ever stepped into this lifestyle. We knew what we were getting into. But this was going to be a stranger, and we were scared.
Eventually, we stopped looking. It wasn't working out. Maya was still hesitant to see Steven again, and our little adventures were in a state of limbo. But as things would turn out, every problem has a solution, and we found one last month when Maya approached me one night.
"Babe.. do you remember Andre?"
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