Chapter 1
You will probably think I am weird, but my greatest joy, my biggest turn-on, is to see my girlfriend cum when another man fucks her. Is that strange to you? Yes, at one time, I would have agreed with you; that to watch the woman you love taken hard by a stranger isn’t right. Watching her kiss him, suck on his cock, gently caress his balls and stroke him up and down.
But I was wrong. Even now, writing this account of our first venture into cuckolding, I am getting turned on. I am feeling the same surge of adrenaline I had waiting for my girlfriend to bring her ‘special’ male friend over to my house for our new kinky adventure to begin.
The doorbell chimed, and my heart raced so fast that I felt unable to breathe. Almost shaking, I opened the door. “Hi Ian!” my girlfriend grinned at me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She did not seem nervous like me but instead hyped up, more alive, wired, and animated. She skipped across the threshold.
I was distracted, though, by the man she had brought with her. “Hey Ian, this is Dillon. Dillon, meet my boyfriend, Ian!” He was handsome and athletic. I am no slouch, but he also had a ten-year advantage of youth on me. I could see why she had picked him out as a new lover, fuck buddy, bull.
I could feel the twin emotions of jealousy and erotic excitement already toying with my heart and my dick. “He will have a huge cock too, no doubt,” I thought. And this thought both annoyed me and excited me. That is how it is with being a cuckold!
I mumbled a hello, still not able to act casually. He seemed pretty confident, though, and nodded hello back before following my girlfriend into the kitchen.
We sat on the high stools by the breakfast bar. I managed to make hot drinks without burning myself and sat half opposite them on the L shape. My girlfriend sat on the corner between us, so her attention flitted between her two men.
She was all smiles and very flirtatious. “So, Dillon is from my yoga group. We are all women except for Dillon. The others will be very jealous, knowing I’ve had him first! And I will tell them! I’m sure the others won’t give up, though.’”
“Really?” Dillon laughed.
“Yeah, we discuss your ability to stretch and hold a position for so long and how that would relate to your lovemaking abilities. We stare at your strong arms and legs, and I admit I’m not the only one you get wet!”
“Women are worse than men, ain’t they?” His amused observation was aimed at me, so I had to say something. So far, I had hardly managed a word.
“Well, my girlfriend is anyway.”
I hoped I had said it in an upbeat way because otherwise, if not, it could sound bitter and rapidly ruin an otherwise probably exhilarating evening.
I’d liked to have added, “Yeah, she’s always looking at young, fit men. She tells me every night of another man who she could imagine bringing home and fucking in the lounge while I make them both dinner. She tells me about men who flirted with her and whom she wanted to drag into an alleyway so they could do her hard against a wall, with her feet lifted off the floor. She even showed me a telephone number a man scribbled on his newspaper and passed to her on a train. ‘Should I text him and offer to go and kneel at his feet this very moment? Suck him until he came? Give me permission, and I’ll do it!’ That’s what she’s like, far more perverted than me.” And that is true; those were the fantasies we shared, that got us to this point. She’s a sexy woman and never has any lack of admirers.
But I didn’t say any of that, and she answered for me. “I am the naughtiest at this table, I’m sure, but don’t let Ian fool you; he wants to fuck me every night. I don’t know if I am enough for him.” And she put a hand high up on my thigh, ducked forward, and looked up into my eyes with her telltale naughty smirk that showed she was having bad ideas. “What I do know, though, Dillon,” she said, not breaking my eye contact, “is that he is not enough for me.”
My heart pumped like a piston, and my dick strained at my pants with an explosive need. I felt compelled to pull her hand those few inches further up my thigh to rest on my crotch, to give me some greatly needed pressure. But I resisted, knowing this game wasn’t about her satisfying me. I stopped myself from being selfish so she could be instead.
“Yeah, sometimes, Dillon, a girl needs a younger hunk to reach the parts her older lover just can’t anymore.” Stinging words delivered with love. I was dizzy with desire and drifted into a dream-like state. She was my drug, and I was getting high.
She sat upright and moved her head away from me. Now, she put a hand on Dillon’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. I bit my lip to try and stay grounded. For a few moments, she was touching us both. Then she moved her hand away. I didn’t touch her again until it was all over.
“And when a girl feels that need, she has to have it and her boyfriend or her finance or even husband has to be a good boy and let her have it.” These words she spoke into the air between us, but now she turned her head to me again and, while flexing her right hand on his thigh, said in a matter-of-fact way, beaming at me, “You will be a good boy, won’t you, Ian? It’s time now to go to the bedroom. You will sit quietly in the armchair and watch. You are not to turn away or close your eyes. I want you to see how a young man like Dillon really fucks a woman, how good he makes her feel. You will do that for me, won’t Little Ian?”
I nodded quickly like a recalcitrant child. I did not know whether to cum or cry. I managed to avoid either, but her next words made me sure that this was the right thing.
She turned from then and looked at Dillon. “I am so horny. I need you to fuck me now.”
She stood up, and before either of us men could move, she took one of Dillon’s hands and pushed it down her loose pants. She gurgled with delight and rocked back and forth slightly. I could picture this other man’s hand instinctively cupping itself on her tight pussy and eagerly two fingers entering her. He had touched her intimately, and now there was no turning back. I wanted to pant; I felt so crazily overwhelmed by excitement.
“See how wet you’ve made me, Dillon baby. All you. Oh, you.” And then she pulled him out and sucked on his fingers, all the while ignoring me. I wondered if I would exist for them at all again all evening.
She took him by the hand and led him up to my bedroom. I followed behind like a needy puppy. My dreams were coming true.rt writing here…
