Among all the things this place has given me, both good and bad, one was to learn everything related to cuckoldry, I had the luck of talking to several people who told me a lot about the topic, and from all that information came this small story that I hope you'll enjoy, enjoy.We had planned to meet at that bar at eight, so I made sure to arrive 15 minutes early. I wanted to be there early to get familiar with the place and feel more comfortable, plus when they arrived and saw me already there, it would create a kind of psychological advantage over them.
I greeted her with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a big smile, as if she were an intimate friend from my whole life. I shook his hand with the coldness you'd greet a colleague you barely know.
I had already ordered a whisky, which I had placed in front of me on the table, and offered them something to drink. She kindly asked for a gin and tonic, while he simply asked for a soda.
My conversation was mostly with her, who told me about her life, and I responded with the most elaborate details possible from mine. When he started talking, I made sure to cut him off with a question to her.
When I finished my drink, I handed my empty glass to him and said in a rather serious and authoritative tone that he should bring me another one. He took it and silently walked away to the bar. At that moment, I moved my chair a bit closer to her and took her hands across the table, and started taking the conversation to a more intimate level. He, faithful to his part, stayed there at the bar.
After a while, when he came back, I was glued to her and had taken both of her hands, which I didn't let go even when he sat down. He put my glass on the table and brought it closer to me, but I ignored him while continuing to talk to her.
About 20 minutes later, with him still sitting in silence, I was almost talking to her ear, we got up again, and in a very strict and authoritative tone, I told him to go pay the bill, while I wrapped my arm around her body and we left the place. We entered the hotel room, and I immediately approached her, took her by the back, and began kissing her intensely. We hugged each other and fell onto the bed, ripping off our clothes and feeling all of our bodies. At some point, while I was on top of her, I felt like the door opened and closed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him sitting in a small chair, silent and slightly away from us; I ignored him and kept focusing on her with more passion. He didn't move from his spot, nor did he take off his clothes, not even to masturbate. I continued with different positions, always making sure he could see them as much as possible. Finally, after her second orgasm, which was extremely strong, she lay down on the bed; I got up, naked and sweaty, walked over to a nearby armchair, and sat down. He stood up, walked over to where I was, and knelt in front of me. At that moment, my nerves returned, as I had never done anything with a man before; I closed my eyes and grasped the armrests tightly, and could feel him starting to give me oral sex; it felt strange, but I was getting excited again. When I felt like I was about to come again, I put one of my hands on the back of his head, squeezing very hard, making sure he came inside her mouth. After I finished dressing, she was still naked and lying down on the bed on a large pillow, smoking; I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, promising to repeat the evening, then I left the place; he was still silent, sitting in the chair.
I greeted her with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a big smile, as if she were an intimate friend from my whole life. I shook his hand with the coldness you'd greet a colleague you barely know.
I had already ordered a whisky, which I had placed in front of me on the table, and offered them something to drink. She kindly asked for a gin and tonic, while he simply asked for a soda.
My conversation was mostly with her, who told me about her life, and I responded with the most elaborate details possible from mine. When he started talking, I made sure to cut him off with a question to her.
When I finished my drink, I handed my empty glass to him and said in a rather serious and authoritative tone that he should bring me another one. He took it and silently walked away to the bar. At that moment, I moved my chair a bit closer to her and took her hands across the table, and started taking the conversation to a more intimate level. He, faithful to his part, stayed there at the bar.
After a while, when he came back, I was glued to her and had taken both of her hands, which I didn't let go even when he sat down. He put my glass on the table and brought it closer to me, but I ignored him while continuing to talk to her.
About 20 minutes later, with him still sitting in silence, I was almost talking to her ear, we got up again, and in a very strict and authoritative tone, I told him to go pay the bill, while I wrapped my arm around her body and we left the place. We entered the hotel room, and I immediately approached her, took her by the back, and began kissing her intensely. We hugged each other and fell onto the bed, ripping off our clothes and feeling all of our bodies. At some point, while I was on top of her, I felt like the door opened and closed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him sitting in a small chair, silent and slightly away from us; I ignored him and kept focusing on her with more passion. He didn't move from his spot, nor did he take off his clothes, not even to masturbate. I continued with different positions, always making sure he could see them as much as possible. Finally, after her second orgasm, which was extremely strong, she lay down on the bed; I got up, naked and sweaty, walked over to a nearby armchair, and sat down. He stood up, walked over to where I was, and knelt in front of me. At that moment, my nerves returned, as I had never done anything with a man before; I closed my eyes and grasped the armrests tightly, and could feel him starting to give me oral sex; it felt strange, but I was getting excited again. When I felt like I was about to come again, I put one of my hands on the back of his head, squeezing very hard, making sure he came inside her mouth. After I finished dressing, she was still naked and lying down on the bed on a large pillow, smoking; I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, promising to repeat the evening, then I left the place; he was still silent, sitting in the chair.
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