Cuckold

“I’m not doing this unless I know it’s what you want,” I’d told him.

“Is…is it what you want?”

“It’s a little late to ask, isn’t it?”

I mean it was pretty obvious. He’d picked out the guy – someone I’d never met before – and had him checked out. He’d brought him home to our house. And he’d watched the entire time as I got naked in front of both of them. And then the stranger – there had been no introductions or names – followed suit. I had tried to hide my surprise at the sheer size of the man’s rising, hardening cock. 

I demurely turned away from him, to give him and my husband a view of my ass. Maybe they could see the growing moisture in my pussy lips. But I stopped, before either of them could move, to ask my question.

My husband thought for a moment then rose and walked to me. He was still fully clothed, but I could see how hard he was under his pants. He guided me to lean forward, hands on the bed. Then, he brought a chair up next to me, sat, and took one of my legs in his hands. He raised it off the ground spreading me, and giving him a perfect view of my open, wet folds. He beckoned to his ‘guest’, who stepped forward, held my hip with one hand, and guided his cock to me with the other.

I stared into my husband’s lust-filled eyes as a complete stranger pushed his massive cock into me.

He reached as far as my husband could, and was still going deeper. Then I had to shift my gaze from my husband’s eyes to the unfamiliar face, to stare at him, mouth opening in near disbelief until he bottomed out in me, making me grunt. I’d never been so stretched, so full in my life.

And then, while my husband held me open, the prefect stranger started fucking me. 

“Oh my god,” he half whispered, half moaned, “He’s fucking you.” The reverence, the lust, the horror in his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach, and made me moan every bit as much as the shaft stuffing itself into me over and over.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassi Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

2 Comments

  1. It’s always nice and interesting to see cuckold stories. Especially the ones were one of the partners in a relationship/marriage is the one pushing for it and that wants to be cuckolded.

    Any chance of getting a continuation for this? I would be really curious to see how things might develop with the cuckolding and to see if the wife will start liking sleeping with other men or just one man in particular and how the cuckolding might affect their marriage. Especially if the husband might start getting more jealous and/or they meet someone that will be more dominant and will wish to sleep with the wife when he wants to.

    Have a nice day!

    • Cassi Andra

      Thanks! To be honest, it’s not really my thing, and more of an experiment because the situation has a lot of popular appeal. I don’t have access to the complexities of that kind of relationship and would surely botch it – so I keep it to the surface levels.

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