At times you need more than good sex with your partner. At times, it's necessary to add some spice to the relationship. When your boyfriend stops being the protagonist and becomes an observer.
Sex with my boyfriend Lucas had been the best for years, since our first time, when we were young: I was 19 and he was 21.
I met Lucas at Porto Soho, a billiard hall in Palermo, CABA, on a night where we were both casually 'hunting'. I remember wearing my best outfit: a red top covering my breasts, my stomach exposed, a black leather mini skirt very short and tight, and black stiletto boots. I didn't spend much time on makeup, except for my lips, always red, and a fine eyeliner to make my eyes stand out. Even to this day, Lucas still tells me that I was the most beautiful girl he had seen that night, and that he went crazy when he saw me. I didn't notice him until he decided to approach me. He had been very sweet and chivalrous. Before our encounter, other guys (and some quite older) had tried to seduce me and take me to a nearby hotel, even one who dared to ask me to blow him in the same establishment. If I'd had a few more drinks, I would have agreed without much hesitation (with a couple of drinks, my underwear comes undone, it's my Achilles' heel). I had even been looking at a man sitting with his group of friends with great desire, but Lucas was the one who won that night.
He took me to the Caravelle a little before the bowling alley closed its doors, and there we consumed our love story, wrapped between the sheets of a bed, wet under the shower, contemplating our naked bodies rubbing each other wildly in front of the mirror. Lucas came on with the eagerness of a man who seemed to have been saving himself for the encounter with a woman whom both of us knew would stay together from then on.
And so it was. Five beautiful years of courtship went by, making us inseparable. The relationship itself was good, healthy, I had that luck. My predecessor, with whom I had my first time, was a detestable manipulator who questioned everything from the clothes I wore to who I went out with, where I went, and why he gave likes to photos of other guys. This guy, whose name I won't mention, was eight years older than me and only had something redeeming that prevented me from leaving without hesitation: an incredible cock, thick and veined, stubborn. My friends called it break-the-jackets (I won't deny it, it was powerful and just its touch would flood my vagina). But after leaving him definitively and getting to know Lucas, I learned that a large member wasn't required. Even so, Lucas's measurements are generous and leave me exhausted after a long time of fucking and fucking. Lucas always knew how to make love to me, knew what to whisper in my ear to get me going while we had sex four ways. He knows how to treat me in bed, knows that fighting for dominance was always the key, that he shouldn't let me win every time I want something, that he should submit me and show me who's boss, who's my man, and who I am during sexual intercourse: his slut, his hot, screaming, and moaning slut.
However, it wasn't until the beginning of last year that I started to notice a notable lack of interest from her side. At first, I thought I had lost my desire, that she was no longer attractive to me. A rare thing if that were so, since I'm like good wine, the older I get, the better I become. I have a better figure now at 24 years old, natural breasts well developed, an athletic torso (the result of 5 hours of gym per week), wide hips measuring 87cm, and legs that, in Lucas's own words, look appetizing.
One night, looking together at a bad Netflix movie in bed, I decide to lean back on his hairy naked body and start masturbating him. His cock grows with the first stimulation, but I still notice that his gaze, although now focused on my hand pulling his shaft, was elsewhere. He was distracted, pensive. At the same time, it worried me as much as it frustrated. What the hell was going on?!
Recently you're weird -accuse, finally, releasing the member and crossing my arms over your chest. Is there something I should know?
Lucas stayed thoughtful for a few moments and then said:
Yes. I need to confess something to you, love.
My mind imagined the worst. There was another cute one spinning around in his head... it didn't heat up like before... he came out of the closet...
I sighed deeply, preparing myself for what was coming, and I said:
-Okay. Go ahead. I'll understand you, or so I hope.
No. I wasn't prepared for what I was about to say. Not in a million probabilities.
I have the fantasy of seeing you with another man.
My eyes opened like plates staring fixedly at those piercing blue eyes of an aquous one. I lifted my head slightly and only managed to respond:
What's up??
Lucas let out a dry and nervous chuckle. Almost certainly he was expecting me to get up from the bed and leave, indignant or something like that. The truth is that I didn't; I stayed right there, looking at him perplexed. As I said before, not in a million probabilities would it have occurred to me to imagine something like this could come out of those lips so expert at kissing my mouth as well as any other part of my body.
-Is it serious?
Lucas nodded with his head. His gaze, although guilty, seemed secure in every word he had expressed a few seconds ago.
-Since when, love?
-Since always. Since I knew you that I got so hot that... I don't know if it's because of a matter of morbo or what, but I have to confess that I also jerked off imagining you with another man in this bed.
My heart took a turn. Every word I let out was one step further away from the man I had known. And, although stunned and incredibly surprised, I didn't dislike that thought. I quickly came to consider it and thanked it wasn't the loss of desire, nor a confession of homosexuality, nor even an infidelity. As I processed the obtained information, the idea became more and more... attractive.
A matter of morbidity...
-Yes, I think so too - he replied.
-And... do you say that wouldn't affect us? I mean, as a couple.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders, now visibly relaxed in front of my positive reaction.
Look, I've been researching online about the topic. I thought it was something related to mental illness or something like that, but it turns out it's something quite normal, especially in long-term couples. They say it even helps in relationships that are wearing off.
-And ours is wearing out?
No, no -he rushed to respond. Although I already intuited where he wanted to get, I chose to play dumb and keep listening to him-. That's what the experts say. It even has a name: Cuckolding.
Raised an eyebrow and wondered:
-How?
It means 'cuck'. Literally. A loving threesome of an episode where all parties benefit: I, the 'cuck', find pleasure in humiliation seeing my wife being unfaithful to me with another man, basically making my woman a sexual object, watching her have rough sex and imagining that she's having it better with this new man than with me. She finds it exciting seeing her partner get excited watching her with another man, straining to have better sex with this 'guest' than with her established partner. And of course, the guest enjoys the situation itself.
I was listening attentively to my boyfriend's explanation, feeling ridiculous for never having heard the term or what it meant. But it seemed to make sense. It just lacked me being able to digest and assimilate it.
Everyone wins - I repeated softly.
Lucas sketched a mischievous smile.
Exactly.
Well, and... I don't know.
I couldn't hold back my laughter and buried my face in her stomach.
It's not necessary to do it, love. But you wanted to know what was happening to me. This is it.
It's that... I think we could do it.
Lucas opened very wide his eyes and leaned towards me, leaving us face to face so close that our noses collided.
-Do you mean that seriously?
I nodded with my head and smiled at him/her.
But bank with whom? I'm not going to sleep with anyone just to give you pleasure.
No, obviously not, in no way. It's that I even already have a possible candidate.
-Oh yeah?
Ahem.
Who?
Ivan
Again the surprise had me dressed. Ivan was one of his old friends. He was part of the group in Porto Soho, even I thought him pretentious when I saw him next to Lucas before he came up to talk to me, but I hadn't given him a chance to find attractive. At least not at that moment.
Iván was one of those obsessed with the gym, spending hours daily in there, taking selfies in front of the mirror showing off his muscles and always wearing muscle-bound. He was handsome, yes. He was a ladies' man and had lip service with girls. And yes, he was also promiscuous. Although to me it always seemed like a short pipe trying to hide a small bush with a forest. But I don't know. For a good reason, I suppose, according to Lucas, he always managed to hook up with a different cutie every week.
Lucas tilted his head without taking his gaze off me and asked:
-And what? What do you think of the option?
It would look weird. I don't know. Oh well, that's how I feel about it.
Yes, I know. It's not a random one, it's my friend.
I remained silent for a few moments and then said:
Let me think about it, okay?
-Oh, sure. Whatever decision you make, I'll understand it.
I leaned towards him again and gave him a kiss.
Thanks, sweet.
I remember that by then the movie had ended, but I didn't know which one it was. It didn't matter. What was left of that night we dedicated to getting some time and then we fell asleep. Well, actually I hadn't been able to fall asleep for an hour or more. The idea was both reckless and tempting. And reckless always tempted me.
Woke up alone in bed this morning, Lucas had already left for work. I found myself naked tangled in white sheets that were rumpled and still smelled clean but contaminated with the evidence of sweaty sex, my boyfriend's semen and fluid. The first thought that greeted me was 'are we going to do it then? Am I going to have sex with Ivan while he watches us and masturbates? Won't he participate either?'
And then the most morbid thoughts came to me: 'Will it be big or will it be a short one like I thought? Will I also have to suck it? What if she asks for my ass or wants to swallow her semen?'
Late I realized that, while reciting these questions in my head, I was already inserting two fingers into my sex. I involuntary groaned, biting my lower lip and compressing the body into a fetal position due to excitement.
Ivan...
I pulled out my hand with fingers smeared with my flow, wiped them off with a handkerchief and took the phone from the nightstand abruptly. I opened my boyfriend's chat and wrote:
Love, I woke up feeling hot. Talk to your friend and tell him what we talked about. I'm ready.
And then a second message: 'When you're free, talk to me. I love you so much.'
I put the phone back on the table and knelt on the bed. With my left hand I caressed my round and firm buttocks, and with my right hand I self-satisfied again, tilting my head upwards with my eyes closed, softly moaning while rubbing the lips of my pussy in an ascending rhythm.
I went back to take the phone and searched for Ivan's Instagram. He had it on public mode by luck, I could see his photos. I browsed through several photos with friends and selfies in different parts of the country until I found the ideal one: Him facing the camera, flexing his muscles and with a serious look. Enormous pectorals and abdominals protruded from his sturdy torso, robust and strong arms, a wide neck holding a rigid head where you could see an immature face, without any signs of time passing or any masculine protuberance. A young man trapped in the body of a superhero.
I imagined he had it on this same bed, taking hold of my arms and securing himself to the mattress. Then he would open my legs and introduce his member until our hairless pubic areas made contact.
Then I would start getting myself. First slowly, then accelerating, then impacting me harder and harder each time. Almost I could feel his flesh in contact with my wet interior. I was whimpering and screaming out of my mind; he, holding onto my waist with one hand and grasping a breast with the other. He didn't stop getting me. It seemed like he wasn't doing it as a favor to his friend; it seemed like he had been waiting for it since always.
But all that fantasy was taken away from me with the ring of my phone. A new message: Lucas.
It makes me happy that you've accepted. I'll talk to him right away.
The weekend arrived, and with it the anxiety. We had agreed to meet on Saturday afternoon. According to my boyfriend, Ivan's reaction couldn't have been any other than mine. In fact, he had to give him the same explanation I got about the phenomenon and why it happened and all that. However, after a long conversation, Ivan had also accepted.
The friend's response had been spontaneous and sincere:
I don't know if they're crazy or bored, but well, seeing your girlfriend... and who could refuse a quickie with such a woman?
I got flushed when I heard the latest, but it wasn't anything they hadn't told me before. What made it different and impactful was the context.
We made it at 15:30 and the department's doorbell rang. We looked through the security camera monitor connected to the TV and confirmed it was him, waiting in front of the electric door for us to open it. Lucas went down to get him while I prepared myself. I decided that the first impression would be decisive: I searched for my shortest and most fitted skirt made of fine and sensitive fabric. I looked at myself in our room's mirror and, as I felt it tighten, checked that my buttocks were sticking out at least a little bit, as if they were trying to break free. The red thong-like dental floss I was already wearing was fine. I put on a short white sleeveless top with a dropped shoulder over my belly button. My prominent breasts lifted the top, allowing a gap between the garment's edge and my abdomen. It was perfect.
I then painted my lips red crimson and sprayed myself with a special perfume I hardly ever used. Already I could imagine Lucas regretting that he had chosen this occasion to put me on.
I sat down to wait for them on the sofa in front of the TV with an airless disinterest as if all that preparation in record time hadn't been meticulously planned but rather a casual act.
They entered laughing, probably talking about football or immersed in some other basic conversation among men. They took a few moments to conclude their chat and approach me.
-Ah, love -Lucas spoke visibly anxious-. Ivan arrived.
Still reclined on the sofa, I turned my head upwards and looked at my boyfriend, then at my friend. It was obvious he was going to come with a muscular, smooth, and black girl. She wore short pants that seemed ridiculous to me but helped set off those fibrous legs.
-Hello -I greeted.
-Hello -Iván responded to me.
I sat down and crossed my legs properly, leaning the body subtly so that it could be visualized from his height my cleavage. Instantly, I noticed that Ivan was rubbing his lips without realizing it. An instinctive and inevitable gesture.
Then he looked at his friend with an expression almost similar to that of a kid who sees a girl for the first time, and, with a nervous tone, asked:
-Hey, do we do it now? Or...?
Lucas smiled.
I'd say yes. Look at her: she's playing dumb but was preparing beforehand before we got up.
My boyfriend, besides being no fool, knew me well.
I stood up, adjusted my skirt and then my hair, softly sighing a moan. I rounded the sofa until I reached him and, placing one hand on his chest, ordered him:
Let's go to the room.
We entered, turned on the light and sat down on the bed. I looked at Ivan and, with a pat on the edge of the mattress, indicated to him that he should sit beside me. He approached, gradually recovering his own confidence. After doing so, we stayed looking at each other in silence for a few moments, and then he brought his left hand close to touch my thigh near the hem of the skirt.
Soon I noticed my boyfriend who was still standing a few steps away from the bed, looking at us with curiosity.
-Love, don't stay there standing still. Bring something to make yourself comfortable.
It's true - he replied, and went to look for a chair from the dining room.
When he came back, my friend and I were already kissing warmly. Our lips and tongues got to know each other slowly, without haste. Fresh minty breath, without the characteristic bitterness of tobacco that Lucas usually has.
He took hold of my nape and pulled me towards him, stroking my skin. The other hand was still occupied with my leg, slowly approaching the fold of my skirt. My skin suddenly prickled, a warmth traversed my body until it concentrated in my groin. He had thick fingers. I already wanted...
What he was doing already.
Two robust fingers moved my thong to the side and caressed my hot vulva. Instantly I felt wet and couldn't concentrate on continuing to kiss him anymore. All I could do was gasp and breathe in pauses.
-Do you like it? -he asked me.
I looked at him with narrowed eyes and nodded. Then I took him by the nape of the neck and kissed him more intensely. He was still not removing his fingers from my interior.
I jadeed harder, whimpered, and even let out a slight scream. Those fingers were doing the same to me as Lucas with his cock every night.
I opened an eye and looked at my boyfriend. He was sitting, with his eyes fixed on me and visibly excited. He had lowered the zipper of his pants to masturbate. He was doing it slowly so that he wouldn't have a sudden ejaculation that would end everything.
When I saw this, I moved to the side of the bed, removing Ivan's hand from my flooded vagina and letting myself fall onto his pubic area. I lowered the zipper on his shorts, stretched out the boxer briefs, and took his member.
Nothing short of a pipe. It was an astonishing piece of meat. I must admit that it exceeded Lucas's generous measurements. As expected, it was completely shaved. Its skin was as smooth as a baby's. When I took the trunk with my hand, I felt the firmness of a kneading stick, erect and slightly inclined upwards, indicating that it was a frequent fornicator. Experience makes the male.
I slid my hand smoothly over his skin and gazed at the glans. A prominent pink helmet of a soldier, covered in a shiny layer. Now it was making me wet just from seeing that thick head...
I moved closer and took her to my mouth until my lips collided with the base and scrotum. I closed my mouth and pressed her cock with my tongue and palate, then slid back, reaching the glans and sucking it hard as if I wanted to extract juice from it.
-Oh, God! - exclaimed Ivan.
I kept going with mine. I repeated the action many times, each time with more urgency, moaning slowly while he grabbed my hair to make sure he wouldn't let it go.
-Beautiful your girlfriend, friend -commented Ivan between gasps- And how she sucks it! It's incredible.
Lucas laughed.
-Didn't I tell you that I do the best blowjobs?
-Oh friend, but... Oh God, this is too good!
I started licking the trunk and whimpering a bit more loudly, but not too loudly. Frankly, I didn't want it to end there.
-Hmm... like that, beautiful. Like that, a slut, like that.
I wanted to see what Lucas was doing once more. He pulled her with enthusiasm, liked what he saw, what he had achieved. She licked and breathed heavily agitated.
I reclined a bit more, bending down my waist, leaving my buttocks almost escaping from the skirt. I felt Ivan's rough hand digging in there, rubbing, running the skirt down to expose my ass. He put the thong aside again and stuck his fingers into my sex, once more. Now it was moving faster. A distant splashing could be heard.
Concentration deserted me again. The muscles in that area contracted due to excitement, and my hips started moving involuntarily at a sensual rhythm.
I spat on his glans, rubbed the penis trunk and put it back in my mouth until the throat. It was almost like sucking a curved cucumber.
Iván breathed deeply and exhaled loudly, with a low groan coming from deep within himself. At that moment, he pulled out his fingers and gave me a loud slap on the buttocks, making me groan in pleasant pain. I then felt a warm humidity just below one cheek, where the blow had landed. Part of the vaginal fluid he had extracted with his fingers was now sticking to my skin.
I stopped sucking it after a few minutes (I suspect I was doing so for almost half an hour, I'm sure, I didn't control the time), I got up and turned my back on him. I looked at him over my shoulder and told him:
Undress me.
Iván placed his hands on the back of my thighs and started rubbing from top to bottom. He slid under my skirt and caressed my Booty. He slowly pulled down my thong and then slid his hands towards my crotch, pulling me towards him, towards his face, burying himself between my cheeks. He began licking my vagina, sucking. I arched my back forward and felt my chest closing up, making it impossible for me to let out even a single drop of air.
I freed a moan, almost a howl. I took him by the hair with one hand and grasped his head as if I didn't want him to let go.
-and yummy my girlfriend's pussy, don't? -commented Lucas.
Iván responded only with an approving groan, without stopping what he was doing.
Then he looked at me, smiling while pulling it out faster and faster.
-And do you like what's being done to you, love?
Hmm, yes...
Iván came back to finger me, harder. I felt him sucking and swallowing my flow. He shook his head from side to side with frenzy. He was very hot. He opened the lips of my vulva with his thumbs and gave me a spit, then frantically rubbed me with his fingers.
-Oh yes, yes! Like that, hmm...
I was going crazy. I couldn't take it anymore. I already wanted... I already wanted...
I looked over his shoulder and told him, almost like a plea:
Take me too.
Iván stood up and, guiding me with his hands, let me fall onto the bed face down. I lifted my hips and started to sway from side to side. The buttocks opened and closed, as if they were asking for food.
Iván took off his pants and the muscular one. Then the boxer, and he approached with the hard cock in his hand. He gave me another slap on the butt and I moved more lightly. He lubricated the glans with his saliva and brought it close to the entrance of my pussy. I could feel all the hot humidity in that area.
After that she was introducing it slowly. I felt the head first, making its way in, then the rest of the hard trunk filling me completely. She leaned back, presumably to remove it, but surprisedly thrust it back in again until it reached the bottom.
I emitted a cry of pleasure that, surely, few times has Lucas heard during the time we've been together.
He lifted one foot onto the bed to be more comfortable and took hold of my waist with one hand and my hair with the other, pulling my head back, making me see the ceiling bare.
What a hot one feels in there... -Ivan gasped
He started to thrust into me so hard and without pause that you could hear the impact of his pelvis against my buttocks, like if they were strong applause in sync.
I told him, between gasps and moans, not to stop, to keep going like that. That I liked how he was taking me and wanted him to do it harder. Ivan listened and gave it to me harder. He took my neck with the other hand and, without stopping penetration, came close to my mouth and gave me an inverted kiss.
We looked at each other backwards, we stayed like that for a few seconds and I said:
You're handsome. And that hard cock...
-Do you like it? Is it hard like you like it at yours?
Ahem.
So it was giving me another round like that. Between gasps, moans, screams, strong applause sounds, and the flesh making friction. Every now and then she would change her hand position, those restless hands that wanted to know everything through touch: my buttocks, my legs, my back, my neck. My breasts. She was energetically fondling my breasts, caressing my nipples.
His cock went in and out with the wavelike, almost dancing, movement of his hips. He grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him, aligning my back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and grasped my breasts. I turned to look at him. Our gazes crossed, and I smiled biting my lips. He came closer and kissed me passionately. Then he kissed my cheeks and went down my neck.
You're a sweetie - I whispered to him.
You are precious. I'm loving to fuck you.
-Me too. Keep going, don't stop. It's really hard.
A few minutes later, he took it off, turned me over and threw me onto the bed. He spread my legs apart and put it back in again.
I screamed again.
-Oh, the dirty mother! Yes, like that please! Give it to me, don't stop, beautiful! Hmm...
He leaned forward, slid his hands behind me, wrapping his strong, fibrous arms around me, and as he held me, he kissed my neck.
You can see those efforts well in both of them - commented Lucas.
I turned my head and looked at him.
It was your idea, my love.
-Yes. And you're not going to tell me you're not having a good time, are you?
I laughed and replied with sauciness:
I like it. I like your friend.
I then remembered the explanation of the cuckoo, cock... good that thing about the internet. The humiliation to cuck.
Will he also have had me say things that would make him feel 'humbled'?
I think she has a bigger one than you, love. And it's harder.
Lucas pulls it out every time stronger.
-Is that so? Does it heat you up more?
-Yes. Oh, how she moves! She has no brakes!
Look at his friend. Although he was listening to what he was talking about with my boyfriend, he kept focused on his own thing. He didn't stop or change the pace.
-How I like how you moved... -I said to him.
Ivan didn't respond to that, but he looked at me, shook his head and announced he was about to come.
It's coming where do you want it?
Open wide your mouth and showed him the tongue.
Ivan smiled.
-All of it?
All.
When the moment arrived, he withdrew his member from my sex and advanced on his knees across the bed so that his legs ended up at the sides of my shoulders. He grabbed his cock and pointed it towards me. I grasped it with my hand and brought it to my mouth. At the very instant when he emitted a last and sonorous groan that filled the room, I felt the thickness of the viscous liquid discharged that covered my tongue, palate, the entire mouth. His intense excitement produced a large amount of semen that didn't stop entering. I didn't swallow it immediately, but left it for a few seconds to settle so I could savor it. Unlike the bitter taste that always leaves me in the mouth with my boyfriend (I suppose it's due to his smoking habit and junk food), Iván's semen felt sweet and smooth, clearly resulting from his healthy lifestyle.
After I swallowed it, and after sucking his glans a bit more to clean him well, I admitted that I had liked it. That everything about him had liked.
I turned my attention back to my boyfriend and saw that he had already finished for at least a few minutes before. He told me that when it happened, he got up to go to the bathroom to wipe himself with toilet paper, that neither of us had noticed. And it was true; at least I hadn't realized.
After Ivan finished washing up and getting dressed again in the bathroom, he returned to the room and looked at both of us. I was still in bed, naked, with no slightest desire to get dressed. I was enjoying the moment of rest, with my partner gazing at my nudity.
This was incredible - recognized Ivan.
-Didn't you have it better before that? I asked, smiling.
Ivan shook his head in a gesture of denial.
No, definitely it was the best experience I lived.
I saw how Lucas was looking at me with a warm smile and knew he was about to tell me something in response to that.
Well, I think it was the same for you, wasn't it, late night?
I laughed dryly and blushed. I had already gotten out of the role of the unfaithful bride and now I didn't have reasons to keep making humiliating declarations.
Although, seriously thinking about it, I don't think I remember my boyfriend making me look at the stars so closely as that afternoon. It pains me to think about it. But while it stays in my head, no one would get hurt.
Lucas accompanied his friend downstairs after we talked a bit more about it, although I hadn't wanted to express myself too much, either because of the growing discomfort or because, besides, I was still a little agitated. They had talked about a next meeting, without agreeing on a specific day. Of course, if I accepted. I accepted, with pretended indifference, though inside I was eager for it to happen as soon as possible. That boy, that man. He took me like a stallion. Lucky the girls who'll eat from here until we meet again.
And as I said on the Internet, that night Lucas and I had sex for almost three hours without pause. At a certain moment he asked me if while doing it with him, I was thinking about Ivan. I replied that no, that are two different situations.
But how difficult it was for me to concentrate without his face, his muscles, and that big rope crossing my mind while my boyfriend and I were doing it. How difficult it would be also to wait until the next time.
Sex with my boyfriend Lucas had been the best for years, since our first time, when we were young: I was 19 and he was 21.
I met Lucas at Porto Soho, a billiard hall in Palermo, CABA, on a night where we were both casually 'hunting'. I remember wearing my best outfit: a red top covering my breasts, my stomach exposed, a black leather mini skirt very short and tight, and black stiletto boots. I didn't spend much time on makeup, except for my lips, always red, and a fine eyeliner to make my eyes stand out. Even to this day, Lucas still tells me that I was the most beautiful girl he had seen that night, and that he went crazy when he saw me. I didn't notice him until he decided to approach me. He had been very sweet and chivalrous. Before our encounter, other guys (and some quite older) had tried to seduce me and take me to a nearby hotel, even one who dared to ask me to blow him in the same establishment. If I'd had a few more drinks, I would have agreed without much hesitation (with a couple of drinks, my underwear comes undone, it's my Achilles' heel). I had even been looking at a man sitting with his group of friends with great desire, but Lucas was the one who won that night.
He took me to the Caravelle a little before the bowling alley closed its doors, and there we consumed our love story, wrapped between the sheets of a bed, wet under the shower, contemplating our naked bodies rubbing each other wildly in front of the mirror. Lucas came on with the eagerness of a man who seemed to have been saving himself for the encounter with a woman whom both of us knew would stay together from then on.
And so it was. Five beautiful years of courtship went by, making us inseparable. The relationship itself was good, healthy, I had that luck. My predecessor, with whom I had my first time, was a detestable manipulator who questioned everything from the clothes I wore to who I went out with, where I went, and why he gave likes to photos of other guys. This guy, whose name I won't mention, was eight years older than me and only had something redeeming that prevented me from leaving without hesitation: an incredible cock, thick and veined, stubborn. My friends called it break-the-jackets (I won't deny it, it was powerful and just its touch would flood my vagina). But after leaving him definitively and getting to know Lucas, I learned that a large member wasn't required. Even so, Lucas's measurements are generous and leave me exhausted after a long time of fucking and fucking. Lucas always knew how to make love to me, knew what to whisper in my ear to get me going while we had sex four ways. He knows how to treat me in bed, knows that fighting for dominance was always the key, that he shouldn't let me win every time I want something, that he should submit me and show me who's boss, who's my man, and who I am during sexual intercourse: his slut, his hot, screaming, and moaning slut.
However, it wasn't until the beginning of last year that I started to notice a notable lack of interest from her side. At first, I thought I had lost my desire, that she was no longer attractive to me. A rare thing if that were so, since I'm like good wine, the older I get, the better I become. I have a better figure now at 24 years old, natural breasts well developed, an athletic torso (the result of 5 hours of gym per week), wide hips measuring 87cm, and legs that, in Lucas's own words, look appetizing.
One night, looking together at a bad Netflix movie in bed, I decide to lean back on his hairy naked body and start masturbating him. His cock grows with the first stimulation, but I still notice that his gaze, although now focused on my hand pulling his shaft, was elsewhere. He was distracted, pensive. At the same time, it worried me as much as it frustrated. What the hell was going on?!
Recently you're weird -accuse, finally, releasing the member and crossing my arms over your chest. Is there something I should know?
Lucas stayed thoughtful for a few moments and then said:
Yes. I need to confess something to you, love.
My mind imagined the worst. There was another cute one spinning around in his head... it didn't heat up like before... he came out of the closet...
I sighed deeply, preparing myself for what was coming, and I said:
-Okay. Go ahead. I'll understand you, or so I hope.
No. I wasn't prepared for what I was about to say. Not in a million probabilities.
I have the fantasy of seeing you with another man.
My eyes opened like plates staring fixedly at those piercing blue eyes of an aquous one. I lifted my head slightly and only managed to respond:
What's up??
Lucas let out a dry and nervous chuckle. Almost certainly he was expecting me to get up from the bed and leave, indignant or something like that. The truth is that I didn't; I stayed right there, looking at him perplexed. As I said before, not in a million probabilities would it have occurred to me to imagine something like this could come out of those lips so expert at kissing my mouth as well as any other part of my body.
-Is it serious?
Lucas nodded with his head. His gaze, although guilty, seemed secure in every word he had expressed a few seconds ago.
-Since when, love?
-Since always. Since I knew you that I got so hot that... I don't know if it's because of a matter of morbo or what, but I have to confess that I also jerked off imagining you with another man in this bed.
My heart took a turn. Every word I let out was one step further away from the man I had known. And, although stunned and incredibly surprised, I didn't dislike that thought. I quickly came to consider it and thanked it wasn't the loss of desire, nor a confession of homosexuality, nor even an infidelity. As I processed the obtained information, the idea became more and more... attractive.
A matter of morbidity...
-Yes, I think so too - he replied.
-And... do you say that wouldn't affect us? I mean, as a couple.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders, now visibly relaxed in front of my positive reaction.
Look, I've been researching online about the topic. I thought it was something related to mental illness or something like that, but it turns out it's something quite normal, especially in long-term couples. They say it even helps in relationships that are wearing off.
-And ours is wearing out?
No, no -he rushed to respond. Although I already intuited where he wanted to get, I chose to play dumb and keep listening to him-. That's what the experts say. It even has a name: Cuckolding.
Raised an eyebrow and wondered:
-How?
It means 'cuck'. Literally. A loving threesome of an episode where all parties benefit: I, the 'cuck', find pleasure in humiliation seeing my wife being unfaithful to me with another man, basically making my woman a sexual object, watching her have rough sex and imagining that she's having it better with this new man than with me. She finds it exciting seeing her partner get excited watching her with another man, straining to have better sex with this 'guest' than with her established partner. And of course, the guest enjoys the situation itself.
I was listening attentively to my boyfriend's explanation, feeling ridiculous for never having heard the term or what it meant. But it seemed to make sense. It just lacked me being able to digest and assimilate it.
Everyone wins - I repeated softly.
Lucas sketched a mischievous smile.
Exactly.
Well, and... I don't know.
I couldn't hold back my laughter and buried my face in her stomach.
It's not necessary to do it, love. But you wanted to know what was happening to me. This is it.
It's that... I think we could do it.
Lucas opened very wide his eyes and leaned towards me, leaving us face to face so close that our noses collided.
-Do you mean that seriously?
I nodded with my head and smiled at him/her.
But bank with whom? I'm not going to sleep with anyone just to give you pleasure.
No, obviously not, in no way. It's that I even already have a possible candidate.
-Oh yeah?
Ahem.
Who?
Ivan
Again the surprise had me dressed. Ivan was one of his old friends. He was part of the group in Porto Soho, even I thought him pretentious when I saw him next to Lucas before he came up to talk to me, but I hadn't given him a chance to find attractive. At least not at that moment.
Iván was one of those obsessed with the gym, spending hours daily in there, taking selfies in front of the mirror showing off his muscles and always wearing muscle-bound. He was handsome, yes. He was a ladies' man and had lip service with girls. And yes, he was also promiscuous. Although to me it always seemed like a short pipe trying to hide a small bush with a forest. But I don't know. For a good reason, I suppose, according to Lucas, he always managed to hook up with a different cutie every week.
Lucas tilted his head without taking his gaze off me and asked:
-And what? What do you think of the option?
It would look weird. I don't know. Oh well, that's how I feel about it.
Yes, I know. It's not a random one, it's my friend.
I remained silent for a few moments and then said:
Let me think about it, okay?
-Oh, sure. Whatever decision you make, I'll understand it.
I leaned towards him again and gave him a kiss.
Thanks, sweet.
I remember that by then the movie had ended, but I didn't know which one it was. It didn't matter. What was left of that night we dedicated to getting some time and then we fell asleep. Well, actually I hadn't been able to fall asleep for an hour or more. The idea was both reckless and tempting. And reckless always tempted me.
Woke up alone in bed this morning, Lucas had already left for work. I found myself naked tangled in white sheets that were rumpled and still smelled clean but contaminated with the evidence of sweaty sex, my boyfriend's semen and fluid. The first thought that greeted me was 'are we going to do it then? Am I going to have sex with Ivan while he watches us and masturbates? Won't he participate either?'
And then the most morbid thoughts came to me: 'Will it be big or will it be a short one like I thought? Will I also have to suck it? What if she asks for my ass or wants to swallow her semen?'
Late I realized that, while reciting these questions in my head, I was already inserting two fingers into my sex. I involuntary groaned, biting my lower lip and compressing the body into a fetal position due to excitement.
Ivan...
I pulled out my hand with fingers smeared with my flow, wiped them off with a handkerchief and took the phone from the nightstand abruptly. I opened my boyfriend's chat and wrote:
Love, I woke up feeling hot. Talk to your friend and tell him what we talked about. I'm ready.
And then a second message: 'When you're free, talk to me. I love you so much.'
I put the phone back on the table and knelt on the bed. With my left hand I caressed my round and firm buttocks, and with my right hand I self-satisfied again, tilting my head upwards with my eyes closed, softly moaning while rubbing the lips of my pussy in an ascending rhythm.
I went back to take the phone and searched for Ivan's Instagram. He had it on public mode by luck, I could see his photos. I browsed through several photos with friends and selfies in different parts of the country until I found the ideal one: Him facing the camera, flexing his muscles and with a serious look. Enormous pectorals and abdominals protruded from his sturdy torso, robust and strong arms, a wide neck holding a rigid head where you could see an immature face, without any signs of time passing or any masculine protuberance. A young man trapped in the body of a superhero.
I imagined he had it on this same bed, taking hold of my arms and securing himself to the mattress. Then he would open my legs and introduce his member until our hairless pubic areas made contact.
Then I would start getting myself. First slowly, then accelerating, then impacting me harder and harder each time. Almost I could feel his flesh in contact with my wet interior. I was whimpering and screaming out of my mind; he, holding onto my waist with one hand and grasping a breast with the other. He didn't stop getting me. It seemed like he wasn't doing it as a favor to his friend; it seemed like he had been waiting for it since always.
But all that fantasy was taken away from me with the ring of my phone. A new message: Lucas.
It makes me happy that you've accepted. I'll talk to him right away.
The weekend arrived, and with it the anxiety. We had agreed to meet on Saturday afternoon. According to my boyfriend, Ivan's reaction couldn't have been any other than mine. In fact, he had to give him the same explanation I got about the phenomenon and why it happened and all that. However, after a long conversation, Ivan had also accepted.
The friend's response had been spontaneous and sincere:
I don't know if they're crazy or bored, but well, seeing your girlfriend... and who could refuse a quickie with such a woman?
I got flushed when I heard the latest, but it wasn't anything they hadn't told me before. What made it different and impactful was the context.
We made it at 15:30 and the department's doorbell rang. We looked through the security camera monitor connected to the TV and confirmed it was him, waiting in front of the electric door for us to open it. Lucas went down to get him while I prepared myself. I decided that the first impression would be decisive: I searched for my shortest and most fitted skirt made of fine and sensitive fabric. I looked at myself in our room's mirror and, as I felt it tighten, checked that my buttocks were sticking out at least a little bit, as if they were trying to break free. The red thong-like dental floss I was already wearing was fine. I put on a short white sleeveless top with a dropped shoulder over my belly button. My prominent breasts lifted the top, allowing a gap between the garment's edge and my abdomen. It was perfect.
I then painted my lips red crimson and sprayed myself with a special perfume I hardly ever used. Already I could imagine Lucas regretting that he had chosen this occasion to put me on.
I sat down to wait for them on the sofa in front of the TV with an airless disinterest as if all that preparation in record time hadn't been meticulously planned but rather a casual act.
They entered laughing, probably talking about football or immersed in some other basic conversation among men. They took a few moments to conclude their chat and approach me.
-Ah, love -Lucas spoke visibly anxious-. Ivan arrived.
Still reclined on the sofa, I turned my head upwards and looked at my boyfriend, then at my friend. It was obvious he was going to come with a muscular, smooth, and black girl. She wore short pants that seemed ridiculous to me but helped set off those fibrous legs.
-Hello -I greeted.
-Hello -Iván responded to me.
I sat down and crossed my legs properly, leaning the body subtly so that it could be visualized from his height my cleavage. Instantly, I noticed that Ivan was rubbing his lips without realizing it. An instinctive and inevitable gesture.
Then he looked at his friend with an expression almost similar to that of a kid who sees a girl for the first time, and, with a nervous tone, asked:
-Hey, do we do it now? Or...?
Lucas smiled.
I'd say yes. Look at her: she's playing dumb but was preparing beforehand before we got up.
My boyfriend, besides being no fool, knew me well.
I stood up, adjusted my skirt and then my hair, softly sighing a moan. I rounded the sofa until I reached him and, placing one hand on his chest, ordered him:
Let's go to the room.
We entered, turned on the light and sat down on the bed. I looked at Ivan and, with a pat on the edge of the mattress, indicated to him that he should sit beside me. He approached, gradually recovering his own confidence. After doing so, we stayed looking at each other in silence for a few moments, and then he brought his left hand close to touch my thigh near the hem of the skirt.
Soon I noticed my boyfriend who was still standing a few steps away from the bed, looking at us with curiosity.
-Love, don't stay there standing still. Bring something to make yourself comfortable.
It's true - he replied, and went to look for a chair from the dining room.
When he came back, my friend and I were already kissing warmly. Our lips and tongues got to know each other slowly, without haste. Fresh minty breath, without the characteristic bitterness of tobacco that Lucas usually has.
He took hold of my nape and pulled me towards him, stroking my skin. The other hand was still occupied with my leg, slowly approaching the fold of my skirt. My skin suddenly prickled, a warmth traversed my body until it concentrated in my groin. He had thick fingers. I already wanted...
What he was doing already.
Two robust fingers moved my thong to the side and caressed my hot vulva. Instantly I felt wet and couldn't concentrate on continuing to kiss him anymore. All I could do was gasp and breathe in pauses.
-Do you like it? -he asked me.
I looked at him with narrowed eyes and nodded. Then I took him by the nape of the neck and kissed him more intensely. He was still not removing his fingers from my interior.
I jadeed harder, whimpered, and even let out a slight scream. Those fingers were doing the same to me as Lucas with his cock every night.
I opened an eye and looked at my boyfriend. He was sitting, with his eyes fixed on me and visibly excited. He had lowered the zipper of his pants to masturbate. He was doing it slowly so that he wouldn't have a sudden ejaculation that would end everything.
When I saw this, I moved to the side of the bed, removing Ivan's hand from my flooded vagina and letting myself fall onto his pubic area. I lowered the zipper on his shorts, stretched out the boxer briefs, and took his member.
Nothing short of a pipe. It was an astonishing piece of meat. I must admit that it exceeded Lucas's generous measurements. As expected, it was completely shaved. Its skin was as smooth as a baby's. When I took the trunk with my hand, I felt the firmness of a kneading stick, erect and slightly inclined upwards, indicating that it was a frequent fornicator. Experience makes the male.
I slid my hand smoothly over his skin and gazed at the glans. A prominent pink helmet of a soldier, covered in a shiny layer. Now it was making me wet just from seeing that thick head...
I moved closer and took her to my mouth until my lips collided with the base and scrotum. I closed my mouth and pressed her cock with my tongue and palate, then slid back, reaching the glans and sucking it hard as if I wanted to extract juice from it.
-Oh, God! - exclaimed Ivan.
I kept going with mine. I repeated the action many times, each time with more urgency, moaning slowly while he grabbed my hair to make sure he wouldn't let it go.
-Beautiful your girlfriend, friend -commented Ivan between gasps- And how she sucks it! It's incredible.
Lucas laughed.
-Didn't I tell you that I do the best blowjobs?
-Oh friend, but... Oh God, this is too good!
I started licking the trunk and whimpering a bit more loudly, but not too loudly. Frankly, I didn't want it to end there.
-Hmm... like that, beautiful. Like that, a slut, like that.
I wanted to see what Lucas was doing once more. He pulled her with enthusiasm, liked what he saw, what he had achieved. She licked and breathed heavily agitated.
I reclined a bit more, bending down my waist, leaving my buttocks almost escaping from the skirt. I felt Ivan's rough hand digging in there, rubbing, running the skirt down to expose my ass. He put the thong aside again and stuck his fingers into my sex, once more. Now it was moving faster. A distant splashing could be heard.
Concentration deserted me again. The muscles in that area contracted due to excitement, and my hips started moving involuntarily at a sensual rhythm.
I spat on his glans, rubbed the penis trunk and put it back in my mouth until the throat. It was almost like sucking a curved cucumber.
Iván breathed deeply and exhaled loudly, with a low groan coming from deep within himself. At that moment, he pulled out his fingers and gave me a loud slap on the buttocks, making me groan in pleasant pain. I then felt a warm humidity just below one cheek, where the blow had landed. Part of the vaginal fluid he had extracted with his fingers was now sticking to my skin.
I stopped sucking it after a few minutes (I suspect I was doing so for almost half an hour, I'm sure, I didn't control the time), I got up and turned my back on him. I looked at him over my shoulder and told him:
Undress me.
Iván placed his hands on the back of my thighs and started rubbing from top to bottom. He slid under my skirt and caressed my Booty. He slowly pulled down my thong and then slid his hands towards my crotch, pulling me towards him, towards his face, burying himself between my cheeks. He began licking my vagina, sucking. I arched my back forward and felt my chest closing up, making it impossible for me to let out even a single drop of air.
I freed a moan, almost a howl. I took him by the hair with one hand and grasped his head as if I didn't want him to let go.
-and yummy my girlfriend's pussy, don't? -commented Lucas.
Iván responded only with an approving groan, without stopping what he was doing.
Then he looked at me, smiling while pulling it out faster and faster.
-And do you like what's being done to you, love?
Hmm, yes...
Iván came back to finger me, harder. I felt him sucking and swallowing my flow. He shook his head from side to side with frenzy. He was very hot. He opened the lips of my vulva with his thumbs and gave me a spit, then frantically rubbed me with his fingers.
-Oh yes, yes! Like that, hmm...
I was going crazy. I couldn't take it anymore. I already wanted... I already wanted...
I looked over his shoulder and told him, almost like a plea:
Take me too.
Iván stood up and, guiding me with his hands, let me fall onto the bed face down. I lifted my hips and started to sway from side to side. The buttocks opened and closed, as if they were asking for food.
Iván took off his pants and the muscular one. Then the boxer, and he approached with the hard cock in his hand. He gave me another slap on the butt and I moved more lightly. He lubricated the glans with his saliva and brought it close to the entrance of my pussy. I could feel all the hot humidity in that area.
After that she was introducing it slowly. I felt the head first, making its way in, then the rest of the hard trunk filling me completely. She leaned back, presumably to remove it, but surprisedly thrust it back in again until it reached the bottom.
I emitted a cry of pleasure that, surely, few times has Lucas heard during the time we've been together.
He lifted one foot onto the bed to be more comfortable and took hold of my waist with one hand and my hair with the other, pulling my head back, making me see the ceiling bare.
What a hot one feels in there... -Ivan gasped
He started to thrust into me so hard and without pause that you could hear the impact of his pelvis against my buttocks, like if they were strong applause in sync.
I told him, between gasps and moans, not to stop, to keep going like that. That I liked how he was taking me and wanted him to do it harder. Ivan listened and gave it to me harder. He took my neck with the other hand and, without stopping penetration, came close to my mouth and gave me an inverted kiss.
We looked at each other backwards, we stayed like that for a few seconds and I said:
You're handsome. And that hard cock...
-Do you like it? Is it hard like you like it at yours?
Ahem.
So it was giving me another round like that. Between gasps, moans, screams, strong applause sounds, and the flesh making friction. Every now and then she would change her hand position, those restless hands that wanted to know everything through touch: my buttocks, my legs, my back, my neck. My breasts. She was energetically fondling my breasts, caressing my nipples.
His cock went in and out with the wavelike, almost dancing, movement of his hips. He grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him, aligning my back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and grasped my breasts. I turned to look at him. Our gazes crossed, and I smiled biting my lips. He came closer and kissed me passionately. Then he kissed my cheeks and went down my neck.
You're a sweetie - I whispered to him.
You are precious. I'm loving to fuck you.
-Me too. Keep going, don't stop. It's really hard.
A few minutes later, he took it off, turned me over and threw me onto the bed. He spread my legs apart and put it back in again.
I screamed again.
-Oh, the dirty mother! Yes, like that please! Give it to me, don't stop, beautiful! Hmm...
He leaned forward, slid his hands behind me, wrapping his strong, fibrous arms around me, and as he held me, he kissed my neck.
You can see those efforts well in both of them - commented Lucas.
I turned my head and looked at him.
It was your idea, my love.
-Yes. And you're not going to tell me you're not having a good time, are you?
I laughed and replied with sauciness:
I like it. I like your friend.
I then remembered the explanation of the cuckoo, cock... good that thing about the internet. The humiliation to cuck.
Will he also have had me say things that would make him feel 'humbled'?
I think she has a bigger one than you, love. And it's harder.
Lucas pulls it out every time stronger.
-Is that so? Does it heat you up more?
-Yes. Oh, how she moves! She has no brakes!
Look at his friend. Although he was listening to what he was talking about with my boyfriend, he kept focused on his own thing. He didn't stop or change the pace.
-How I like how you moved... -I said to him.
Ivan didn't respond to that, but he looked at me, shook his head and announced he was about to come.
It's coming where do you want it?
Open wide your mouth and showed him the tongue.
Ivan smiled.
-All of it?
All.
When the moment arrived, he withdrew his member from my sex and advanced on his knees across the bed so that his legs ended up at the sides of my shoulders. He grabbed his cock and pointed it towards me. I grasped it with my hand and brought it to my mouth. At the very instant when he emitted a last and sonorous groan that filled the room, I felt the thickness of the viscous liquid discharged that covered my tongue, palate, the entire mouth. His intense excitement produced a large amount of semen that didn't stop entering. I didn't swallow it immediately, but left it for a few seconds to settle so I could savor it. Unlike the bitter taste that always leaves me in the mouth with my boyfriend (I suppose it's due to his smoking habit and junk food), Iván's semen felt sweet and smooth, clearly resulting from his healthy lifestyle.
After I swallowed it, and after sucking his glans a bit more to clean him well, I admitted that I had liked it. That everything about him had liked.
I turned my attention back to my boyfriend and saw that he had already finished for at least a few minutes before. He told me that when it happened, he got up to go to the bathroom to wipe himself with toilet paper, that neither of us had noticed. And it was true; at least I hadn't realized.
After Ivan finished washing up and getting dressed again in the bathroom, he returned to the room and looked at both of us. I was still in bed, naked, with no slightest desire to get dressed. I was enjoying the moment of rest, with my partner gazing at my nudity.
This was incredible - recognized Ivan.
-Didn't you have it better before that? I asked, smiling.
Ivan shook his head in a gesture of denial.
No, definitely it was the best experience I lived.
I saw how Lucas was looking at me with a warm smile and knew he was about to tell me something in response to that.
Well, I think it was the same for you, wasn't it, late night?
I laughed dryly and blushed. I had already gotten out of the role of the unfaithful bride and now I didn't have reasons to keep making humiliating declarations.
Although, seriously thinking about it, I don't think I remember my boyfriend making me look at the stars so closely as that afternoon. It pains me to think about it. But while it stays in my head, no one would get hurt.
Lucas accompanied his friend downstairs after we talked a bit more about it, although I hadn't wanted to express myself too much, either because of the growing discomfort or because, besides, I was still a little agitated. They had talked about a next meeting, without agreeing on a specific day. Of course, if I accepted. I accepted, with pretended indifference, though inside I was eager for it to happen as soon as possible. That boy, that man. He took me like a stallion. Lucky the girls who'll eat from here until we meet again.
And as I said on the Internet, that night Lucas and I had sex for almost three hours without pause. At a certain moment he asked me if while doing it with him, I was thinking about Ivan. I replied that no, that are two different situations.
But how difficult it was for me to concentrate without his face, his muscles, and that big rope crossing my mind while my boyfriend and I were doing it. How difficult it would be also to wait until the next time.
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