I didn’t know. Not for seven fucking months.
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I had no idea that while I was sleeping upstairs — probably still warm from cuddling her the night before — she was sneaking out before sunrise, sliding down to another man’s apartment just to get filled, used, wrecked.
She told me everything later. Everything.
She’d knock quietly on his door at 6AM. Still in her tight work clothes, or sometimes just a hoodie with nothing underneath. The second the door opened, she dropped to her knees without a word.
“I needed it,” she told me. “I couldn’t even think straight in the mornings until I had his cock in my mouth.”
She’d take it out slowly. Thick. Heavy. Already half-hard from anticipation. She told me she’d start with his balls — sucking them gently, licking them like candy, eyes up at him the whole time. Then she’d drag her tongue up his shaft, pausing at the head just to let a string of spit drip back down before swallowing him whole.
“Choke me,” she told him once. “Hold my head down. I wanna gag on it.”
He did.
She said he’d grab her hair with both hands, fuck her throat deep until she was drooling all over his floor. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak — but she loved it. She’d moan with his cock halfway down her throat, her mascara running, spit bubbling at her lips.
“Fuck my face, just use me,” she told him. “Don’t be gentle.”
He wasn’t.
He’d pull out to let her gasp for air, only to shove it back in. She told me she used to cum just from that. Just from choking on him. No hands, no fingers, just raw need.
Then he’d bend her over the arm of his couch. No time wasted. Pull her panties to the side and push straight in.
She told me she screamed the first time. That her body wasn’t ready for something that size, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“It hurt,” she said. “But I wanted it to hurt.”
He fucked her like an animal. No slow strokes. Just deep, punishing thrusts. He’d grab her waist, yank her back onto him, pound her until her legs gave out. Her moans turned into cries. Her pussy soaked. She said she came so hard the first time she nearly blacked out.
Then he’d pull out and slap her ass — hard. Leave red handprints. She told me she begged for more.
“Spit on me,” she said.
“Slap me again.”
“Fill me.”
He did.
She rode him next — slow at first, letting that fat dick stretch her all over again. Then faster, bouncing, hips grinding in circles while she gasped and whimpered. She told me she’d talk dirty, beg for his cum.
“I want it inside. I don’t care. Just give it to me.”
He tied her up another morning — wrists strapped to the bed, legs spread wide, blindfolded. She said she could feel him staring at her naked body, exposed and dripping. She waited. He didn’t speak. Just used her.
Fingers in her mouth. Then in her ass. One hand on her throat, the other fingering her until she squirted. She told me she didn’t even know she could squirt — not until he made her.
“Say it,” he told her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Use me.”
Four rounds. Five. No breaks. He came inside her twice. She said she could feel it dripping out as he fucked her harder right after.
She never said no. Not once. Not even when she was sore, her thighs trembling, pussy raw from being fucked too much.
And I didn’t know. She came home, kissed me, cuddled up next to me like nothing happened.
All I could think after was: She did all of that… for a cock.
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Remember this version is real, but chatgpt corrected some parts. This first guy is my first cuckold/hotwife experience,
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