Rosie Helps Wendy - Sex Stories

Rosie Helps Wendy

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"Greg, you know why you’re here; you’re here to fuck me. Jay wants you to, and I want you to … fuck me, cuckold Jay. He wants your cum inside me. I want to feel your cock as it’s taking me and as it’s cucking Jay. That’s why you’re here.

“Make love to me. Shit, no. I don’t want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me without mercy; just fuck me. Greg, when you’re finished, I want to know you fucked me. I want to feel it.”

This is what I wanted to see. I want to watch as Jay realizes he’s being replaced. I love to see their faces when they see it happening in front of them. It’s like when Jason watched me being fucked by Ted that first time.

I could see Greg’s attitude change after Wendy answered him. There wasn’t any hesitation. He wasn’t tentative, testing the waters. He reached toward her and pulled her to him roughly, demanding that she do what he wanted. Wendy acted shocked at first, and that lasted until his kisses moved to her neck and his hands were on her boobs. God, he was rough while he was handling them.

His kiss on her neck changed into a bite, leaving a distinct mark on her neck. I could see her as Wendy realized that he intended to give her exactly what she’d asked for. “Greg, yes, that’s what I want. Greg … this … yes, fuck me.”

She was pushing her tits at him and exposing ...

... her neck even more to him. He had the first two buttons undone, but she reached to the two sides of her blouse and just ripped the rest loose. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra so he could touch her, her tits. She was kissing him back, trying to undress him.

The changes Jay saw stunned him; he couldn’t move, and he focused on Wendy while she was enjoying Greg.

The changes in both Greg and Wendy are unbelievable. Wendy wants exactly this. She wants to be fucked, not made love to. Fucked!

When I look at Jay, I miss what Greg and Wendy are doing; when I look at Greg and Wendy, I miss the emotions of Jay. I can't see everything that's happening.

Suddenly Wendy and Greg were naked, and he had her on their couch, about to put his cock in her. “Yes, yes, Greg. Your cock, take me! I want your cock.” I saw it slipping into her pussy.

I heard Jay whimpering to himself, “God, it’s happening. It’s happening. She’s being fucked.”

He had to hold himself up, and I saw a wet patch on his pants. He’d cum as Greg’s cock made him a cuckold.

We’d done it. Wendy and I did it. We’d made Jay a cuckold, and Wendy had his okay to continue.

Watching them was as arousing as when I’d first cuckolded Jason.

I knew that neither Wendy nor I were finished. We were both at the start of some interesting experiences.