How my husband became a cuck - Sex Stories

How my husband became a cuck

... and fell asleep.

I had never had an orgasm like this before, not even when I masturbated. Was it because of the fantasy, I wondered. Or was it because Jeremmy had fucked me so hard. Either way, he never fucked me this hard before. That whole thing about someone watching us, watching me, having sex is what flipped that magic switch that turned my boyfriend into a stud muffin.

I was awakened by Jeremy’s getting up to get ready for work. The sun was still up and the couple, Rita and Ted, were home watching the tube before the various parties formed in town at the six clubs down the boulevard.

He was climbing into the shower, and I decided to join him to get my back scrubbed and to let him rub out any knots that he may or may not still have to rub out. “Wanna wash my back?” I asked playfully as I handed him the washcloth.

I turned my back to him and lifted my hair away, so he could soap up my back. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his strong, hairy torso and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my bottom as he soaped up my breasts and kissed my neck.

I really loved this. We were not actually fucking. Instead, he slipped his hard cock between the back of my thighs, and he just rubbed one out using the gap between my chubby thighs while he kissed and held me tight. I totally loved this because he was so happy after, even when he was pissed off, he was happy underneath, plus I loved being held by his strong, hairy arms.

We finished up in the ...

... shower and, back in our room, I plopped down onto the lumpy mattress. “Babe, how would you like to hide in that closet tonight and watch me fuck some random dude tonight?” I said half joking. I giggled and opened my legs to give him a clear look at my pussy before I covered it with my hand to rub my swelling clitty.

I could see I struck a nerve because his cock got almost instantly hard making his undershorts bulge, but he continued to get dressed, taking care to adjust himself to fit into his work pants. “Maybe Tom will get his old lady drunk and I’ll be away doing sound work at the bar.” He grinned. “What time do those two roll in to call it a night?”

I could feel my pussy heat up and I closed my legs to rub my thighs together. “Umm, they're early birds. Rita’s usually in bed by eleven.”

“Maybe I can take a break at about midnight and sneak back in here. We leave the day after tomorrow, so we’ll never see them again. Do you really want to fuck someone while I watch?”

I felt like I was standing on shaky ground. On one hand, Jeremy might have become a creeper and on the other hand, he might have been just making a joke. After all, just last year he wanted me to be a dreary Dora and dump my Bimbo persona. Plus, I didn’t know how I felt about actually letting one of the lecherous men who ogled me fuck me. I decided to toss the ball back into his court. “I Love you Jeremy and if you want to watch me getting it on, then I will. You're my man and I’ll do whatever you ...