My wife loves when we roleplay her having sex with my best friend. She cums so much hard than any other time. I asked her recently if she prefers the threesome rp or cuckolding and she immediately said cuckold! Here is the latest story i made for her to read during sex.
The scent of rain-kissed earth lingered in the air as Jen stepped out of her car, her glasses slightly foggy from the warmth of the vehicle. The quiet cul-de-sac looked as if it had been painted with a soft, serene brush, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. She took a deep breath, savoring the sweetness of the freshly bloomed lilies that adorned the walkway to her house.
Her heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly as she approached the front door. The mundane task of unlocking it seemed to echo in the silence of the suburban afternoon. Inside, she could hear the comforting hum of the refrigerator, and the distant chuckle of a sitcom laugh track. The house was exactly as she had left it that morning, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was different.
"Matt said he'd be home by now," Jen murmured to herself, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Maybe he got held up at work." She tossed her bag onto the couch and kicked off her heels, the sound echoing through the empty living room. Her eyes fell on the coffee table, where a half-read book lay open, its pages fluttering like an invitation to a world where the complexities of reality could be safely contained within the lines of ink and paper.
The doorbell rang, sending a jolt of surprise through her body. She peered through the peephole, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the figure outside. It was Sam, her husband's best friend and her secret, long-standing crush. "What's he doing here?" she wondered, her voice a barely audible whisper. She took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her blonde hair and adjusting her glasses before opening the door. "Hi, Sam," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Matt's still at work, did you need something?"
Sam's light brown eyes met hers, and she felt the same electric spark she had felt the first time they had ever met. "Oh, I didn't realize," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. "I just wanted to drop off some tools he'd left at my place last weekend." He held up a plastic tub filled with various hardware. "Is it okay if I come in?"
Jen stepped aside, her cheeks flushing slightly as he entered. She couldn't help but admire his athletic build, the way his muscles filled out his t-shirt, and the hint of a smile that never quite left his lips. "Sure, just leave them in the garage," she said, pointing down the hallway. "I'll grab them for him when he gets home."
The silence that followed was filled with an awkward tension that seemed to thicken the air. Jen felt her palms sweat as she searched for something to say. "Do you want some water or something?" she offered, her voice quieter than she had intended.
Sam nodded gratefully. "That'd be great, thanks." He followed her into the kitchen, his eyes unknowingly tracing the outline of her small, firm ass as it swayed under her skirt. The sound of the fridge opening and closing was the only noise in the room as Jen handed him a cold bottle of water. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked, his eyes finally meeting hers again.
Her mind raced as she searched for an innocent topic to discuss. "Not much, just the usual," she replied, her voice a tad too high. "How about you? Anything new?"
"Well," Sam began, leaning against the kitchen counter, "I've been thinking about taking a vacation. Maybe going somewhere tropical." His gaze lingered on Jen's chest, and she felt a warmth spread through her body, her nipples stiffening under the fabric of her blouse.
The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with Sam. His presence was like a warm blanket, comforting and familiar, yet today it seemed charged with something more. Jen found herself blushing at his jokes, her eyes lingering on the piercing in his cock that she had heard about in hushed whispers from a friend of a friend. The thought of it made her stomach flip in a way that was both exciting and terrifying.
As they talked, the room grew smaller, the air thicker with unspoken desire. Sam took a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving hers, and Jen could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch. He took a step closer, the heat of his body radiating against hers, and she felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear. She knew what was happening, but she didn't know if she could go through with it.
"Jen," Sam said softly, setting the bottle down with a gentle thud, "you know I've had feelings for you for a long time." His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a tenderness she hadn't anticipated. The warmth of his fingers sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.
Jen's eyes widened behind her glasses, her mouth opening to form a small "o" of surprise. She had known this moment might come, had fantasized about it countless times in the quiet of her own thoughts, but now that it was here, she was at a loss for words. Her heart hammered in her chest like a wild animal seeking escape, and she could feel the wetness growing between her legs.
Without waiting for a response, Sam leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Jen's breath caught in her throat as she tasted the sweetness of his mouth, and she realized with a jolt that she had been craving this for far longer than she cared to admit. Her shyness melted away as she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, and she felt his hand slide down her side, his fingertips grazing the curve of her hip before settling on her ass. His touch sent waves of pleasure through her, and she gasped against his lips as his other hand found her breast, gently squeezing. The fabric of her blouse was no barrier to the heat of his palm, and she arched into him, silently begging for more.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of "what ifs" and "buts," but the feel of his hard, thick cock pressing against her stomach made it clear that the decision had already been made. She wanted this, she needed it, and she wasn't going to let the chance slip away. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in pants, and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom."
The look in Sam's eyes was pure, unbridled lust as he scooped her up in his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She felt a thrill of excitement as he carried her down the hall, her heart racing with every step. When they reached the bedroom, he set her down gently, his hands lingering on her hips. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice gruff with desire.
Jen nodded, her voice a shaky whisper. "I've never been more sure of anything." She reached for the buttons of her blouse, her trembling fingers fumbling with the tiny fastenings. Sam's hand covered hers, stilling them. "Let me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to unbutton her shirt. The fabric fell away, revealing her lacy bra and the soft mounds of her breasts.
With a deft movement, Sam unhooked the clasp, and her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. He groaned, the sound vibrating through her, as he cupped them, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Jen's knees grew weak, and she leaned against the bed for support as he kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as if searching for the very essence of her.
The bedroom was a whirlwind of passion as they tumbled onto the bed, their clothes discarded in a tangled heap on the floor. Sam's strong hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jen felt like a new person, shedding her inhibitions with every touch, every kiss.
He slid her panties down her legs, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her shaved pussy, wet and ready for him. Jen watched as he unbuckled his belt, his pants falling open to reveal the monstrous cock that had haunted her dreams for years. The piercing glinted in the soft light of the room, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Sam didn't waste any time, his calloused fingers finding her swollen clit and beginning to massage it in slow, firm circles. Jen's hips bucked involuntarily, and she bit her lower lip to stifle a moan. She had never felt such an intense sensation, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He was so much more skilled than Matt, his fingers seeming to know exactly what she needed even before she did.
He spread her legs wider, and she felt his warm breath against her drenched folds before his tongue darted out to taste her. Jen's eyes rolled back in her head as he began to lick her, his tongue teasing her clit before delving deeper to explore her pussy. His movements were deliberate, calculated to drive her to the brink of orgasm and then pull back just enough to keep her there, panting and begging for more.
The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her body tightening around his fingers as they slid inside her. He pumped them in and out with a rhythm that matched the flicking of his tongue, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. "Sam," she gasped, her voice strained, "I'm going to…I'm going to…"
Her words were cut off by a scream as she climaxed, her body convulsing with pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before, and she clutched at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Sam didn't stop, his tongue still working her clit as she came down from her peak, extending the moment until she was a trembling mess beneath him.
When she had finally caught her breath, she looked up to find him watching her, a smug smile on his face. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice low and full of promise. Jen nodded, unable to form coherent words as she felt his cock nudging against her entrance. This was it, the moment she had both feared and craved. The reality was about to unfold, and she was about to experience the full extent of what she had only ever imagined in her most secret of fantasies.
The tip of his pierced cock slid into her, and she felt a twinge of pain. He was so much bigger than Matt, and she hadn't been prepared for the stretch. But the pain quickly gave way to a feeling of fullness that was almost as intense as the pleasure. She could feel the piercing against her inner walls, sending shockwaves of sensation through her body with every thrust.
Jen's eyes widened as she felt herself being pushed to new limits. She had always enjoyed when Matt creampied her, but the thought of Sam's cum inside her made her both nervous and incredibly aroused. Her mind raced with the potential consequences, the secret they would be sharing, the power dynamics that would shift between the three of them. But with each stroke, she found it harder and harder to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensation building within her.
Her nails dug into Sam's back as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the quiet room. She could feel his muscles tense, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.
Finally, she made a decision. She wanted this, she wanted to feel him fill her up completely, to take her in a way that Matt never could. "Do it," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Cum inside me." Sam's eyes widened in surprise before a grin spread across his face, and he increased his pace, his cock plunging deeper and deeper.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, stealing the breath from her lungs. She felt Sam's warm seed spilling into her, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her body clenched around him as she came, her pussy pulsing with every spurt of his cum. The room spun around her, and she was lost in a sea of pleasure, the reality of what she had just done momentarily forgotten.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jen felt Sam's weight on her, his chest heaving with exertion. She looked up at him through the fog of her glasses, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Wow," she whispered, the word barely audible. He chuckled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before rolling off of her.
They lay there, side by side, the sound of their heavy breathing the only noise in the room. Jen felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement, guilt, and a sense of liberation. She had done it, she had crossed the line that she had fantasized about for so long. But now what?
The weight of the secret they shared pressed down on her, and she couldn't help but wonder how this would change her relationship with both Sam and Matt. She knew she would have to face the consequences, but for now, she allowed herself to bask in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of her life.
Sam propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching hers. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jen managed a nod, a small smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she replied, her voice still shaky from the aftershock of this amazing experience.
Thats is when they notice Matt has been watching and came all over the floor. Matt asks Jen if he can lick Sam's cum out of her pussy.
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