Jayson and I work together as firefighters and have been good friends for years. We have worked countless 24-hour shifts at the fire station for years. We’ve gotten to know a lot about one another. Heck, I was his best man at his wedding. But one kinky gem didn’t come out until recently when I learned Jayson is an aspiring cuckold. I’m not much different, although my kink is more of the hotwife / “stag and vixen” variety.
Our wives, however, have different sexual desires. For example, my wife has always been an exhibitionist, especially in college. More recently, she has been exploring rape fantasies. She loves fantasizing about big strong guys forcing her to submit sexually. She imagines muscular military-looking guys manhandling and groping her tits and ass while she meekly protests, “No, I couldn’t,” before getting gangbanged and double-penetrated by all of them. This fantasy gets her so wet!
I learned of Jayson‘s desire to be a cuckold when, via text of all ways, his jokes about me fucking his wife turned completely serious.
“Dude, I’ve mentioned it to her a few times. She totally would,” he texted via voice-to-text one afternoon.
“Your wife’s hot! I totally would if Beth would let me get away with it,“ I responded. It’s true that my wife wouldn’t be eager to see me fuck another woman even though I love the idea of her fucking another guy.
“She wouldn’t have to know,“ Jayson pleaded. After a pause, he offered, “I’ve got naked pictures of her if want.”
“I’d love to see them!,“ I quickly replied.
Sure enough, Jason sent me two pictures he had taken of her in the shower.
“She’s even sexier naked,” I replied.
I thought about Jayson’s offer. About how cool his wife must be to embrace Jayson’s desire to be a cuckold. I couldn’t get my wife, Beth, to take me seriously when I first suggested something similar.
“How about a tribute,” Jayson asked after a lull in our text exchange?
There was something about his use of the word ‘tribute’ that made me realize Jayson was genuinely into the cuckold scene. I figured most people associate the word tribute with The Hunger Games, but here Jayson knew, we both knew, he wanted me to cum all over pictures of his naked wife. That’s how I knew Jayson had a serious cuckold fetish.
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Beth has known for years that I love the idea of her fucking other men. She sometimes teases me with dirty talk when we have sex. Whenever she does, she starts with some form of the question, “You really wouldn’t mind if I fucked _____?,” and she would mention some guy’s name, like Mark.
“I would love it,” I always reply, before starting the dirty talk. “I would love it if Mark lifted your legs up like this,” as I lifted Beth’s legs, “and slid his hard cock inside your wet pussy.” At the same time, I would slide my dick into her and then tell her what a slut she was because she was so wet for Mark’s cock, as I started fucking her.
“Oh, that’s feels so good,” Beth would say before she began telling me a fantasy. Each time it was a slightly different story. Like, “Would you fuck me while Mark was in my ass?,” she once asked or “Who’s watching me fuck Mark? Are you there?” I loved how turned on her stories made both of us. I’ always knew I had the best wife ever.
One night, I mentioned some truth during our bedroom fantasy talk.
“You know Jayson has a crush on you,” I said while my fingers were deep inside Beth’s pussy, during a pause in my licking her clit.
“No he doesn’t,” she objected. “He barely knows me,” she said, as if it mattered how well he knew her.
“We talk,” I explained while massaging her G-spot. “He’s as kinky as I am, ya’ know? He told me he would love to fuck you,” which was completely true. After Jayson asked me to fuck his wife, he offered to fuck Beth. I admitted to Jayson how hot that would be.
“What did you say?,” Beth asked surprisingly. Surely she knew my answer, but did she know this was all true, I wondered?
“I said, “Anytime,” and that you might really like it,” I explained.
Beth’s pussy got wetter. I continued to rub my fingers across her G-spot. There was a brief silence. I returned to licking her pussy lips while fingering her before I heard her sigh, “I’d like that.”
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It was weeks before Beth let me know that she and Jayson started texting.
“Were you serious about what you said the other night?,” Beth asked.
“Absolutely,“ I assured her.
“And you don’t mind us texting?,” she continued. “I mean, you’re okay if I talk about some of that stuff with Jayson, ‘cause he seems pretty interested,” she asked.
“Does he?,” I asked in mock jealousy. “Well, what guy wouldn’t be?! You’re pretty hot and amazing in bed,” I assured her.
“I’ll have to tell him you said so…that I’m amazing in bed,” she said with a smile.
“Please do!,” I assured her. “If you’d like, I’ll tell Jayson myself,” I offered. “He should know you’re worth it.”
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After dinner and drinks one night — several drinks, actually — Beth got into the backseat of our car as we left the restaurant.
“Come here,” she said without explanation. “I wanna do something.”
I climbed into the back of our car and closed the door. As she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me, she asked, “Do you think we’ll get caught?”
“I don’t think so,” I said after glancing across the empty parking lot. Quickly adding, “But you never know. Someone might really like to see your naked tits,” as I remembered Beth’s exhibitionism streak.
“Then let’s put on a show,” she ordered playfully, as she pulled off her panties from below her skirt.
I worked my jeans and underwear off in the tight confines of our car’s backseat. Beth was so deliciously eager. I was immediately hard for her.
Using her fingers, Beth moved the lips of her labia apart, opening her pussy for me. With one hand on my cock and my other hand on her beautiful breasts, I easily slid my cock into Beth’s pussy.
“Oh,” we both moaned.
“You feel amazing,” I gushed.
I worked my cock in and out of her sex, slowly at first. She clenched my bare asscheeks urging me to go deeper and faster. I was happy to!
“I love the feeling of your dick completely inside of me. The way you fill me up,” she whispered. “Fuck me,” she repeated rhythmically a few times.
I could feel my orgasm building inside me. My balls tightened and my strokes were on autopilot, thrusting in and out without me consciously thinking about it. I was lost in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy embracing the sensitive skin of my bare naked cock.
“I love you,” I blurted out before announcing, “I’m going to come!”
“I’m going to come,” I repeated breathlessly. Thrusting in and out of her velvety pussy. She felt heavenly. Her warm, wet sex. Her tightening grip. Her panting breath on my neck.
I felt the rush of my first ejaculation. As I started to launch a torrent of cum, I pulled out to avoid pregnancy.
“No, no,” Beth exclaimed! “Come inside me! Come inside,” she protested.
I’d forgotten Beth’s recent birth control but quickly remembered in time to push my cock deep into her soaked pussy. With each thrust, another wave of cum filled the deepest parts of her pussy with cum. So much cum because it felt so good to come while still inside Beth’s amazing pussy.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. I was spent and satisfied. Content to partially collapse on top of her bare breasts.
“That felt amazing,” I said.
“Thanks for always being up for public sex,” she replied teasingly.
I finally pulled myself off my beautiful bride and began to pull up my underwear.
“Look at that mess,” Beth announced admiringly. My cum was all over her short pussy hair and inner thighs.
“I forgot I didn’t need to pull out,” I explained. She really was a mess. I had no idea there would be so much cum.
Beth didn’t touch it. She just admired it from different angles before asking, “You know who would love to see this?”
I could think of a lot of guys who would love to see Beth’s cum filled sex practically dripping with fresh cum. Her pale skin covered with milky white cum. I knew it was a sexy sight but I didn’t know who she was thinking of.
“Jayson,” she said answering her own question. “Jayson would absolutely love to see what a mess you made,” she said with a devious smile.
“Well, let’s show him,” I said excitedly. I pulled out her cell phone from the outer pocket of her purse and snapped a picture.
“Hold your lips open for him like you did for me earlier,” I directed like a Hollywood pro. “That’s it,” I said proudly as I captured a photo of Beth’s wedding ring visible beside her open pink pussy lips covered in cum.
I handed Beth her phone. She admired the pornographic pictures a moment before composing a text to Jayson.
“My husband made a mess. Clean me up?,” she wrote beneath two pictures.
I heard the sound of the outgoing text before she remarked, “You know, Jayson’s at work practically next door.” I did know but I hadn’t thought about it until she mentioned it. Jayson was assigned to the fire station on the same block as the parking lot of the restaurant we just left.
Beth quickly read Jayson’s reply when we heard the sound of an incoming text.
“He wants to see me,” Beth said. “I think he’s serious.”
We had a silent pause. This was my opportunity to decide if I wanted us to remain a monogamous married couple or to move from mere dirty talk to a potentially complicated reality.
Truth was, this fantasy of sharing my wife with another man was more than occasional dirty talk. It had become a consuming desire. The thought of Beth being with a guy I know and trust made this opportunity seem too good to pass up. I really couldn’t wait!
“What are you waiting for?!,” I asked. “Maybe he can meet you in the back parking lot of the fire station.”
Beth texted my suggestion and within a minute it was agreed. We decided I would walk back into the restaurant for another drink while Beth drove the short distance to meet Jayson.
As she drove off, I wondered how real any of this would be. Would Beth actually park and wait for Jayson? Would Jayson actually come outside to meet her? If he did, would either of them actually do anything more than sneak peeks at her cum covered pussy lips? Would they kiss?
Months earlier, Jayson sounded sincere about the idea of licking another man’s cum from his wife’s pussy but what would he do tonight? With my wife and my cum? I wondered so many things that I realized I had better distract myself with another drink at the bar.
As I finished my beer, a text from Beth appeared, “I’m back. Meet me outside?”
I couldn’t pay the bartender fast enough!
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Once outside the restaurant, for the second time that night, I didn’t see Beth or our car. At least, not right away.
Beth was inside our car, in the backseat, which she had parked at the edge of the parking lot. It was away from any lights and under a large tree.
“Hiiiiiiii,” I said slowly with a devilish grin as I got into the backseat.
I was still smiling as we briefly sat in silence. “Soooo,” I persisted, “tell me everything.”
“You’re not mad,” Beth asked?
“As long as you’re good, I’m good,” I said with no idea what I might be upset about. “Are you good?,” I confirmed.
“Yes. Very much so,” Beth said assuringly.
“So, don’t leave me in suspense,” I cajoled. “What happened?”
Beth leaned over and kissed me on the lips before proceeding.
“Did he clean you up,” I asked?
“Yeah,” she replied with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah.”
“You’re sure you’re not going to be mad,” she asked again?
“I promise, Beth,” I said with conviction. “I practically sent you over there. I took the pictures and suggested it. I mean, I was the one who introduced you two,” I said like a lawyer building a court case.
“Okay, okay,” she started. “Yes, Jayson was soooo excited. He was waiting outside for me before I arrived. He couldn’t believe it was real when I lifted my skirt and showed him.”
Beth moved closer to me and started touching me as she continued.
“We got into the backseat and I started telling him how you and I fucked here in the restaurant parking lot. He asked me to tell him more. I think it got him excited hearing about how good you felt inside me. How you started to pull out before finishing inside me. Everything.”
“Geez,” I inadvertently muttered.
“I hope it wasn’t too much,” Beth asked. “I know he’s your friend.”
“No, no, it’s good,” I tried to say reassuringly. “Did he lick you clean,” I asked again trying to hear more.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “That part was great. As I talked about us fucking, he licked up every drop of cum from my belly, my thighs, he sucked the cum out of my little bush, he licked my pussy lips clean, and then dove his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy.”
Beth seemed to relax and smile at the memory of Jayson licking her pussy.
“He licked up and down the length of my pussy and then circled his tongue around my clit. It felt really good, especially after you and I had just had sex. That went on for a while until I was finished talking.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said honestly.
“I did,” she said, “but that’s not where he stopped.”
“Oh,” I asked?
“Um,” Beth starts shyly, “I thought we were done, so I leaned over to find my panties when Jayson pinned me to the backseat and said something like, “I want to return the favor.”
“Return the favor,” I repeated?
“You know how strong Jayson is,” Beth asked rhetorically? “I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t move.”
“Okay,” I asked hesitantly, “what did he do next?”
“At first, I just laid on my back but his cock rubbed against my clit. It was so sensitive.”
At this point, I realize Jayson has fucked my wife. Probably in this very spot in our car.
Beth continued, “I couldn’t take the sensation of his cock on my clit, it was so sensitive, so I grabbed my knees to lift my legs up. Holding my knees back changed the angle so his cock wasn’t rubbing against my sensitive parts,” she explained. The visual was striking, my wife holding her legs up so Jayson could get a better angle.
“It was okay,” I asked?
“After I moved, he felt really, really good,” she assured me. “I think I was so horny from our fucking that Jayson felt extra...,” her words trailed off.
“Wow,” I said feeling speechless. I was still processing what I was hearing.
“He wanted to return the favor,” Beth said again. Now, she was stroking my arm and looking up at me adoringly.
“He came inside you?,” I asked knowing the answer.
Beth smiled sheepishly, “Would you like to see?”
Without waiting for my answer she leaned away to pull up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I immediately saw her sticky, well worn pussy that had been wrecked by two men in less than an hour.
I stared at her pussy. Astonished. Then in search of Jayson’s cum. Looking to see how much my wife’s pussy gaped open from their fucking.
“You like it,” Beth stated as a fact.
“Huh?,” I asked.
“I can see your dick is hard again,” she observed.
“Oh,” I said having not realized. She was right. I did like it. My cock was completely aroused by the sight of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. Her words made her sound like the slut I’d long wanted.
“Do you want to clean me up,” Beth asked?
“No,” I abruptly objected. “But I’d love to fill your pussy with my cum,” I declared as I learned forward to kiss her.
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Beth was ready to fuck. Not a hint of hesitation. She spread her legs to position my hard cock at the opening of her sloppy pussy.
“Fuck me,” she directed. “I want to feel you come inside me again.”
“I’m gonna fill your wrecked, used pussy with so much cum,” I said. My dirty talk felt natural and honest. This wasn’t some made up fantasy, this was my true slut-wife dreamgirl in my arms. Everything she’d said and done turned me on. I was so excited to fuck my wife’s cum-filled pussy.
“You’re a dirty fuckin’ slut, aren’t you?,” I sneered.
“Uh, huh,” she moaned in agreement.
“What kind of fucking slut gets filled with cum and then immediately drives herself to get fucked by another guy?,” I asked rhetorically. “You love being a cum dumpster, don’t you?”
Beth’s pussy was as wet as ever. Unlike earlier in the evening, she truly felt sloppy and loose. My cock felt the mix of Beth’s natural lubrication, my cum, maybe even my spit from fingering her earlier, and certainly Jayson’s cum. It felt different in an amazing way; a way that only a slut with a stretched pussy and several loads of cum could feel.
I continued thrusting, feeling her pussy tighten as Beth’s breathing became stilted and shallow.
“I love you, you fucking slut,” I announced. My final thoughts before my most intense orgasm.
“I…you, too,” she said as she nearly panted for breath. ‘I love…,” she said without finishing.
“Oh,” I exclaimed as I unloaded wave after wave of cum into my wife’s well-used pussy. “Oh, God!”
“Ahhh,” Beth blurted like a feral animal. She had been mostly still until then when her body convulsed with her primal vocal release.
I finished coming after an intense series of waves of orgasmic pleasure.
Together, we laid on the leather seats of our car, trying to recover. I finally broke the silence to announce, “That was great.”
“Yeah,” Beth replied quietly.
After recovering, we pulled our clothes on, mostly, before driving home in silence.
That night, after going to bed together, we kissed sweetly and agreed we should do this more often.