How my husband became a cuck - Sex Stories

How my husband became a cuck

... didn’t mention anything about it for about two weeks after we were back home, going to classes and everything seemed to be just like it was before spring break. Then one day, I arrived home and found Jeremy in the living room having a beer with a guy that I had never met before. “Hey babe, this is Oscar Gomez. He’s in my Device’s class.”

“Hi Oscar.” I smiled and put out my hand to shake.

He smiled back and accepted my hand. “You’re even prettier than Jeremy said.”

Jeremy stepped towards the bedroom and said, “Babe, can I talk to you alone for a second?” He looked over at Oscar and I could swear he had a little twinkle in his eye. There was a little spark between the two men.

As I followed Jeremy into our bedroom, he closed the door behind me. “Babe, remember how you and Ted made it back in Florida? How you said you would do anything to make me happy?”

I could feel my pussy heat up because I knew where this conversation was going. “Yes, I remember. Why? Do you want to sit in the closet again while I get it on with your friend Oscar?” I looked down at the front of his pants to see if he was pitching a tent and he was noticeably aroused underneath.

He pulled me into a hug, and I put my arms around his neck to kiss him. “No babe, I’ll just sit at the kitchen table and watch you two do it on the sofa. Then he can go, and we can have some alone time.” He kissed me hard while massaging my bottom and I could feel myself getting hotter and hornier just thinking of ...

... him watching me fuck another man.

“Okay, well, when? Right now?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yah, I’ll go out and give him the green light and you just come out when you're ready.” He released me from his embrace and left me there alone in our bedroom.

I was wearing pink yoga pants and a East Tennessee U cropped tee shirt with no bra, so I was already dressed sexily. I looked at myself in the mirror and I swore that I appeared to be bottomless under a tee shirt with big, white Adidas tennis shoes with pink stripes. I smiled at my image and decided to go with that idea. So, I stripped off all my clothes and pulled one of Jeremy’s tees over my head. Then I took one last look into the mirror and, deciding there was nothing more to do, I stepped out into the living room where I found Oscar sitting on the sofa and Jeremy was sitting at the kitchen table casually chatting with him.

I looked over the two of them and decided to take control of the situation by doing a little dance for them before sitting down beside Oscar. He reached out and ran his hand up my naked thigh while he stroked his cock to make it hard.

As his cock swelled up to attention, my eyes widened at the enormous girth and length of the thing. I looked over at Jeremy and he was stroking himself through his pants, but he remained fully clothed.

I slowly bent over and kissed the enormous cock, never losing eye contact with my boyfriend. “How do you want to do this?” And I noticed my pussy began to pulsate ...