Recently my birthday was coming up and Sophia asked me whether there’s anything I’d like from her. I knew, of course, where this question was going – this was not about some present in the traditional sense. For a while now, we have been using special days such as birthdays or anniversaries to explore new kinks together. An open invitation to talk about some fantasy and, if both of us were on board, try it out.
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We have been exploring a few dynamics recently, but some of them are much more constant than others. And our cuck/hotwife dynamic is by far the one we play the most intensely with. She sees a variety of other people, but her main bull is Dylan – and for a while now, he’s actually the only person who gets to fuck her raw. I never thought I would enjoy this dynamic that much, but I have accepted my role as her cuck and I’m grateful she still lets me fuck her with a condom.
As I was thinking about my birthday, I realized that I wanted to push things further. ‘I want to be humiliated’ I told her, my heart racing. ‘Gloves off. Surprise me. Don’t hold back.’
Sophia was somewhat concerned but clearly turned on. ‘Any limits?’
I considered her question for a while, then answered: ‘No limits’.
And with that, I waited for the two weeks to pass until my birthday was finally there. I was quite busy with my job, but whenever I had time a mix of anxiety and anticipation crept up. Not knowing what she was planning made everything just so much more exciting… I was masturbating every free minute I had, letting my fantasies run wild.
Then my birthday finally came. And it was – unspectacular. We went to a nice restaurant and talked about life and what the future may hold. And on our way back to our apartment, she just smiled at me and told me: ‘No reason to get too excited today, sweetie. Your birthday wish will have to wait a few more days.’
I was a bit disappointed, but that was just the way of things. Scheduling conflicts were always a bitch, and it wasn’t the first time we had to rearrange dates a bit. So we went home and enjoyed having the night to ourselves, with some tender, loving sex and much needed intimacy. Of course my mind slipped back to Dylan briefly when I put on the condom. I relished in the sweet mix of frustration and submission this form of denial brought with it and Sophia knew it.
A few days passed when Sophia told me that tonight was the night my birthday wish would finally be granted. I had almost forgotten about it already, so excitement and dread filled me at the same time. Thoughts kept crossing my mind, forbidden fantasies that made working almost impossible.
I rushed home and had some quick dinner with Sophia, but she just kept teasing me when I tried to pry her for more details. ‘You’ll see.’
After dinner, she slowly started getting ready. As usual, I helped her as best as I could. Shaving her pussy clean. Helping her choose a particularly hot set of lingerie. A white, lacy bodysuit with garters and some matching white stockings attached. She looked ridiculously hot, and her makeup matched the playfully innocent vibe perfectly. And to know that she was wearing all of this not for me, but for another man, made everything just so deliciously naughty.
When the doorbell rang, my heart was racing instantly. Sophia greeted Dylan with a long, intimate kiss. I just stood there besides them, waiting for my chance to greet him. He gave me a hug and turned back to her. ‘God, you look amazing.’ She turned around on the spot to show off every angle, and he just took it as an invitation to kiss her again, this time grabbing her juicy butt and pulling her closer.
‘I heard it’s a special night’, Dylan finally said, and Sophia blushed. ‘You should get your cuck ready.‘
With that, Sophia took my hand and led me to our bedroom. She gently placed me on the bed and got the little black bag from one of our kinky boxes. I knew what was coming, had almost anticipated it. The clear plastic cage pushed firmly against my dick, and it took me a while before I got soft enough to put it on. With a metallic click, she locked it and then put the key around her neck, wearing it like a necklace.
Next, she got a chair from our living room, placing it in front of the bed with only a few feet apart. ‘Sit down’, she said teasingly. ‘You want to have a good view, don’t you?’
‘Yes, ma’am’ I said, obeying her orders. God, being put in a cage always made me instantly submissive. She got some rope from our boxes and then carefully started tying me to the chair, first my hands, then my ankles, until I couldn’t move anymore. Then she just laid down on the bed and used her phone to put on some slower sexy music.
She looked absolutely divine, her whole body framed by the naughty lingerie in the dim light of our bedroom. I tried to remember her before we started down this journey – such a timid, innocent woman. Her white stockings tried to capture some of that energy, but her eyes were just teasing me relentlessly. She didn’t even have to say anything. Just the way her body moved with the rhythm of the song, while I was helplessly bound to this chair was enough. And the thought that I would now be forced to watch her get railed by another man was absolutely insane to think about.
As Dylan entered the room, the energy shifted a bit. Her attention was now on him, not on me. He approached her slowly and carefully and she greeted him by gently cupping his balls and sucking on his dick. I had seen them fuck many times now, but this felt much slower and more intimate, especially with the music. She sucked him with passion, but also with care. And as he got fully hard, I was once again amazed by how beautiful and thick his cock was. I could see that Sophia was touching herself while sucking him, rubbing her clit as she serviced.
After a while, they moved in the middle of the bed, positioning themselves so I could see them perfectly. Now was the first time since they had started that Dylan addressed me directly: ‘Enjoying the show, cuck?’ He rested his unprotected cock against her pussy, rubbing it gently back and forth. Sophia was shivering with every touch but looking at me as well. ‘Tell us what you want to see’, he continued.
It took me a second to answer, the humiliation flushing to my face. ‘P-please, sir. Fuck my girlfriend. Make her yours.’
She moaned deeply as he entered her, pushing into her inch by inch. They were passionate, but also taking their time, much more than usual. I had seen them in wild BDSM sessions before, fast and intense. This felt… almost like it had been between me and her on my birthday.
When he had finally worked her way fully inside of her, she started to breath heavily, looking at me with a fire in her eyes I had not seen before. He was fucking her missionary, slowly but with a steadily increasing rhythm.
‘Did you tell him already about the surprise?’, he asked her, and she shook her head. Dylan slowed down to let her catch her breath. She turned red and tried to move faster herself, but he just grabbed her by the waist and continued to move slowly, making it impossible for her to wiggle out of it.
She looked at me as she was being fucked and sighed. Then she said: ‘You know… There’s this fantasy we both had for a while now…’ My heart was racing. ‘And I know how much you like to dirty talk about it… Fffuuckkk… So when you said you wanted to be humiliated… Fffucckk… no limits… I thought you should get exactly… fffucckkk… what you asked for…’
My head was spinning. What was she talking about? I was unable to form a coherent thought, my heart pumping like it had never done before. The dread of not knowing almost more agonizing than any truth she could spill. ‘Wh-what are you talking about?’ I muttered.
‘When you told me no limits…’ she said, with Dylan leaving some time in between strokes to help her focus on answering, ‘I was on my period… So afterwards… I just didn’t start taking the pill again…’
My heart froze. ‘Wh-what? Y-your joking!’
She snickered and then moaned. ‘Am I?’ she asked innocently.
I started counting days, but my heart was beating so hard I could hardly focus… We had talked about this two weeks ago, hadn’t we? No, this was impossible… This was crazy!
‘That’s right, sweetie’ she said with a devilish smile on her face. ‘I… fffuckkk… counted the days. That’s why it had to be today. All this… ffffucckkiing time you saw me beg Dylan to knock me up… Mmmmnnggg… And it’s finally happening.’
‘You’re lying!’ I screamed in shock.
‘Look at the nice lingerie I’m… fffuckkk… wearing for him. This is how I look… mmmnnnnggg… as another man puts his baby inside of me… Not you… him…’
I looked at their romantic movements in terror now, every thrust deliberately slow, matching the music they had put on. It couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t be. She was messing with me, she had to be. I felt my dick strain against the cage, desperately trying to break free.
‘Admit how much you wanted this’, she continued teasing. I could see how wet she was, taking his fat cock into her fully. White creamy juices were leaking out of her, covering his cock as he relentlessly pushed himself into her again. ‘You kept teasing me about this’, she said, looking into my eyes. ‘When it was just the two of us… mnnnnngggg… You kept bringing it up… over and… ffffuccckkkking over again. Admit it.’
My heart sank but my cock was pushing against its cage harder than it ever had. ‘It… was a fantasy! I never thought…’
‘Admit it’ she laughed as he was picking up the pace.
‘I… this… I wasn’t…’ I stammered, not able to form a coherent sentence. She was wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer. My mouth stood wide open as I saw her toes curl.
‘Admit… ffffuckkkk… it’ she moaned, clearly close to an orgasm.
My dick was leaking precum and my mind went completely numb. ‘Okay’ I heard myself say, almost as if on autopilot. ‘I begged you… to let yourself get knocked up… by him…’
As I was saying it, she screamed in pleasure, the orgasm finally hitting her. Her entire body spasmed as she cried: ‘Beg me! Say you want it!’
‘Oh god…’ I said, my dick almost ready to explode. ‘Yes… please… Sophia… I want you to get pregnant… I want to watch him… as he makes you his…’
She rode wave after wave of the orgasm, cumming hard on his cock. I’m not sure if I had ever seen her cum this hard in my life… and then I watched in awe as Dylan pushed himself into her with a final grunt, his balls twitching as he emptied his load deep inside my girlfriend… who was no longer on the pill. On the day she was ovulating.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, breathing heavily, his balls twitching again and again. Then he carefully slid out of her, his cock glistening in the dim light with their combined juices. But this time, Sophia didn’t get up with him like usual. Instead, she kept lying there, slowly raising her legs to her chest. Normally, his cum leaked out of her almost immediately, but in this position, I could just see her swollen, red pussy lips – almost as if the cum was flowing even deeper inside.
Dylan just smiled at me and said ‘You’re welcome’, before leaving the room. Leaving us alone. Me, tied to the chair, still in my cage, horny and unable to move. Her, lying on the bed in post-orgasm bliss. Her legs raised so his cum wouldn’t flow out of her.
After about fifteen minutes she finally got up and started undoing the ropes tying me to the chair. ‘I hope you liked your surprise, birthday boy’ she whispered and gave me a sloppy kiss. I was still too much in shock to say anything, horny beyond belief and still confused if this was real or just for play.
She didn’t even bother to unlock me, and soon we were lying on our sweaty bed, cuddling as she drifted off to sleep. I laid there awake, still unable to process what had just happened. ‘Was this… real?’ I asked her in a dry voice after what felt like an eternity.
‘As real as it gets’ she mumbled almost asleep, pulling me closer. As real as it gets, her voice echoed in my head as I finally drifted off to sleep myself.
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