How Andrea Made Me a Cuckold and I Got Addicted – Part 2 [cuckold’s perspective]

Part 1

https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/tqoDvgnGrv

I never expected my story to blow up like this—holy shit, thanks! I’m still answering your questions and dying to hear your cuckold tales. Hold on tight, because after Martín, things got crazier, and this cuckold life has me by the balls.

After Martín’s blowjob betrayal, I was obsessed with Andrea’s dirty details. Every time we fucked, I’d beg her to spill how she sucked another guy’s cock and swallowed his load. The filthier she got, the harder I came inside her. I knew this was just my start as a cuck. First step: own it. Jealousy started fading—I let her dress sluttier. We hit the beach; she wore the tiniest bikinis, her massive tits and perfect ass spilling out. At the pool, older guys couldn’t stop staring. I didn’t get mad; it turned me on. The real test was a family dinner. When I picked her up, she looked like a total whore: tight white dress, plunging neckline showing her tits, legs bare, open-toe heels flashing her gorgeous feet. My foot fetish went wild, but I thought, Fuck, it’s a family thing. She got in the car, said she dressed like that for a club later. I caved, took her to my place, and she stole the show. My uncles and cousins, who’d seen her before, couldn’t stop staring at her slutty look. Jealousy hit, but the thrill was stronger. That night, I realized I loved them watching my girl. I needed to be cucked again. In the car, she said she felt their horny stares and asked if it bothered me. “It’s fucking hot,” I said. “I want you to cuck me again, but you pick who.” To my luck, she agreed.

Like I said before, the key is making her feel safe sharing her sexual past. When she was super horny in bed, I’d ask who she’d cuck me with. She’d say, “Whoever you want,” but I got off on her choosing. One story drove me nuts: back when she was young—use your imagination—she got hooked on sex after losing her virginity. With her looks and body, guys were always at her feet. That’s how she met Tomás. After chatting on BBM, she went to his place. No words, just fucking—better than her boyfriend at the time. She kept going back, ditching her guy for him. One afternoon, after fucking her, Tomás left the room and came back with another dude. “Andrea, meet Carlos. Can he fuck you too? I showed him your pics, told him you love to fuck, and he’s dying to try.” They’d planned it, best friends wanting to share her. She felt pressured but admitted a stranger wanting her turned her on. Though Carlos wasn’t her type, she was still horny and said yes. She described him: 6’ tall, dark, gym-built, tatted up, bad-boy vibe, and a 21cm cock—opposite of me. Their first time was rough, but he made sure she enjoyed it. One of her first orgasms. Carlos gave her his number to keep seeing her behind Tomás’s back. They fucked regularly, even in threesomes with him (more on that later). That shit set me on fire. Andrea lost all shame, spilling every detail. I knew Carlos was the one: he knew her body, saw her as his fucktoy, not a girlfriend. After weeks of talking, my birthday was coming up. I told her I wanted a sexual gift: her cucking me with Carlos, without him knowing I was in on it. I got off on him using my girl, knowing she had a boyfriend. She agreed, saying it was to please me, but I knew she was dying for it.

I grilled her about Carlos. He lived nearby and was on her Instagram. It stung that she posted pics with me, but he’d comment: “Wanna eat that again” or “Those legs are fire.” Months ago, I’d have lost it; now it got me hard. She didn’t reply, just hearted his messages. I told her to post provocative pics to hook him. We hit the beach so she could post sexy shots—tits, ass, feet. I picked each one, wanting her to look like a total slut. After a week of five pics and videos, it worked. Carlos started reacting with fire emojis, then messaging: “Fuck, you’re hot” and “What a body.” She sent me screenshots of everything; it drove me wild that he wanted her again. I told her to reply, and they started chatting. He got her WhatsApp, sent videos showing off his body and huge cock. I was dying to see her take it. I love porn with petite girls and hung guys. He was upfront: knew she had a boyfriend but wanted to fuck her like old times. She only replied when I was there, one of my few rules. After two weeks, he invited her to the same motel where we first fucked. I loved it. We set conditions: record everything “for her,” be a total slut, and let me call during to make him hornier. She agreed to all, clearly excited.

The day came. I was a nervous wreck but so turned on. They planned to hit the motel in the afternoon; she told him it had to be then because I was “at work.” I loved her mentioning me—it felt humiliating. I picked her outfit: the white dress from the family dinner, open-toe heels showing her feet. She looked like a perfect slut. Carlos texted he was on his way. We made out like crazy; I fingered her to get her wet for him. We practiced what she’d say when I called. Then her phone rang—Carlos was outside. I kissed her goodbye, and she left with her bull. I collapsed on the bed, glued to my phone, waiting. I called; she took a bit to answer: “Babe, I’m with Dayana, we’re in the car, grabbing food, I’ll call you.” Her lying got me so hard. “Be a good slut,” I said. “Don’t worry, love you,” she replied. That “love you” killed me. I wanted to jerk off, but the adrenaline stopped me. Felt pleasure without touching, just imagining what Carlos was doing to her. I wanted to call again but held back, not wanting to interrupt. From jealous psycho to not wanting to disturb my girl with her bull—fucking insane. I timed it to call when they’d be fucking. She didn’t answer. My mind raced. Then she called back: “Babe, I was eating, I’ll call when I’m done.” Her voice sounded like she’d been fucked raw. I heard Carlos laughing in the background; instead of rage, I was rock hard. I let her stay with him. Twenty minutes later, she called: “Done eating, heading home, love you.” We hadn’t planned that call, but it lit me up.

I waited in the living room, dying to see her. She walked in, hotter than ever, face flushed like she’d run a marathon, reeking of sex. I kissed her; her lips tasted different, like him. The mix of sex and his cologne drove me wild. I dragged her to the couch, ripped her clothes off, and ate her pussy like never before, knowing another cock had been there. She was soaked. Said Carlos didn’t use a condom. I was pissed but too horny to care. She spilled how he kissed her in the car, groped her tits, fingered her at red lights. I loved how rough he was. He told her he wanted to fuck her all the time, make her his slut again; she said yes. He hadn’t fucked in weeks, so he used her however he wanted, making her suck him every way possible. She showed me three videos they recorded. I fucked her while watching: my girl swallowing his cock with love, sucking like it was her purpose. I lost it when she said he came in her mouth—my ultimate fetish—and she’d recorded it. Seeing her gulp his cum, hungry, like she does mine, made me fill her with cum like never before. She was shy after, but I told her it was the hottest thing ever, and I wanted more.

That’s how my cuckold life began, hand-in-hand with my girl, who dives into my kinks. We’ve had more adventures since, and I’ll share if you’re into it. Hope you love this and drop any questions or tips for this cuck.