For nearly a year, my girlfriend had been contemplating reconnecting with her former, dominant FWB, Peter. The thought both thrilled and tormented me.
Free cuckold community
Sign up now!
She is petite, standing just 5’3″ with a slender frame accentuated by alluring wide hips and a shapely ass. Her tight waist and voluptuous 34D breasts only added to her beauty. Her doe-like eyes, delicate nose, soft cheeks, and captivating smile made her utterly irresistible.
Peter, on the other hand, was everything she needed. Towering at 6’3″, he boasted a chiseled jawline and a muscular build that conveyed success and power. He was about ten years her senior, a commanding presence with a remarkably large member—easily eight inches long.
During her fertile week, she finally gave in and decided to see him—of all times, during our own makeup sex. Whispering that she craved his touch, his cock, she confessed how badly she missed him. Of course, I willingly consented.
From then on, she began to deny me pleasure, teasing relentlessly, edging me, while simultaneously arranging their secret rendezvous through flirtatious messages. I was forbidden to climax until she returned.
Throughout that agonizing week, she continuously taunted me with texts filled with playful innuendos, keeping my desire simmering on the edge. The day arrived, and I helped her select an outfit: a delicate choker, a revealing crop top, tights, and a short skirt—every piece chosen to ignite desire.
When I received her text that she had arrived, I lost myself to hours of desperate self-pleasure. Her final message before going silent for the night left me burning with frustration and vivid fantasies of what Peter was doing to her.
The next morning, she awakened and recounted every detail. Peter had taken her savagely yet tenderly, making her body accept his enormous length as they kissed passionately throughout. He pounded her relentlessly, sending her over the edge multiple times.
She confided that only one man had ever succeeded in making her climax—and it was absolutely not me.
As she described how wet and satisfied she was, longing to feel him inside her again that very morning, she asked if I wanted her to ride him once more. My final reply was an aching plea for her to do exactly that.
Hours later, her message arrived: they cuddled tenderly, kissed deeply, and he thrust into her for over an hour, driving her to yet another orgasm, filling her with immense waves of his cum, sinking deep into her.
All I know is that she deserves every ounce of this pleasure. I am already yearning for the next time she reunites with him.
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.