Cuckold

John’s Valentine’s gift wasn’t chocolates—it was Paul. My husband’s wicked grin promised what his email delivered: a silver-fox stranger’s number, his deep voice already curling molten in my ear when I called. Your fantasy, babe. One week later, I’m sipping martinis in a hotel bar, sheer stockings whispering beneath a skirt short enough to make Paul’s eyes burn. His fingers stroke my thigh, slow and possessive, while John watches—loves—every filthy glance exchanged. “There’s a room upstairs,” Paul purrs, his grip tightening. Yes.

John’s growl seals my fate—“Go for it”—before I glide to room 109, my thong soaked, hips swaying. Paul’s mouth claims mine the moment the door shuts, his thick fingers tearing lace aside to plunge into my dripping cunt. “Fuck, you’re desperate,” he rasps, shoving me onto the bed. I ride his cock raw, beg him to take my ass, scream as he fills me, owns me, marks me with cum slicked across my trembling skin.

Returning to John, my smudged lipstick and shaking legs tell him everything. His fist twists in my hair, cock stretching my throat as he drives us home…but will our hunger for Paul end here—or has Valentine’s Day just unlocked something far darker?

Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara worship massive cocks, but their DIY porn flops—until he snags a shady ad from a seedy theater bathroom. For just $100, a slick cameraman arrives at their Youngstown home… with a ripped 22-year-old black stud in tow, his baggy pants barely containing a throbbing monster.

Naked on their king-size bed, voluptuous Barb dives in: slurping hubby’s seven inches, then lunging for the cameraman’s thicker nine-inch beast, alternating greedy deepthroats while stroking both slick heads. Hands-and-knees pounding follows—hubby films the black bull’s balls-deep thrusts slamming her dripping pussy, the white stud gagging her throat. They tag-team her relentlessly, flipping her for missionary marathons, close-ups capturing every stretched lip and quivering moan.

Climax erupts in filthy glory: ropes of thick cum painting her face and tits, then a pulsing creampie flooding her spasming cunt. But with Barb demanding “at least nine inches” next time… will hubby recruit a gang of fit black bulls to capture the ultimate hotwife frenzy?

I was a good Catholic girl and didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many boyfriends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed that a man offered to buy used panties from every married woman in London, where we live.

However, we had little money, and husband, Jonathon, said what harm it could do to sell my panties, so he convinced me to have him answer and arrange a meeting in a local saloon bar. We met the guy, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my looks, and we had a few drinks, and I got really excited about this guy’s idea with my panties, to do with whatever he wanted, however naughty. Eventually, when we drank more drinks, I got bolder, and when he invited us to his house, I easily agreed to go along with the plan.

Another time, around 1995, several families went camping on the beach with all our children. My wife isn’t exactly a swimmer, so when I was snorkeling with a bunch of kids, she kept looking at the beach. I noticed that she was sitting with one of our friends’ husbands, a man who hadn’t kept a secret about his admiration for my wife, and who had come under her shirt and taken her tit when he kissed her last New Year’s Eve. He pulled her chest out of her bra and played with her nipple under her shirt for a few minutes while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Several people saw the movement under my wife’s shirt. The year before, when they were driving in the backseat… back from a beach outing late in the evening, he put her hand on his erection. She said she felt it up and down, “squeeze once,” and then she pulled her hand away. He pulled her hand back and pulled a blanket over it. Under the blanket he opened his pants, and my wife felt his smooth hard penis. She whispered “this is not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be asleep. She caressed him up and down for a few minutes, feeling he was thicker and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help with lubrication. He started breathing heavily, and she thought he was going to shoot pretty quickly when the other resident in the back seat, the husband’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand and took the blanket off her, so it covered the man and his stiff. In both stories I suspected there was something more than she told me.

My wife, Andrea, is still a knockout at 35. Dark, burning red hair, green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She’s as close to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much she liked to wear nothing or as little around the house as possible. And I loved it.

One day I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the newspaper boy. He’s a nice, handsome guy about 18 and we said hello and he gave me the paper. At the same time I opened the door, and there was Andrea, staring naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face when his eyes took in my wife’s big body. Andrea slammed the door and the newspaper boy left with a big smile on his face.

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and her back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never got jealous, he thought it was part of our good friendship.

One night they got bored and invited me to dinner and drinks. I went straight off work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who gave us both a drink and we sat and talked. She was wearing a short skirt with a dumbbell top and curled up in a chair across from me. “Fuck! She’s a sexy bitch,” I thought myself feeling my dick stirring between my legs.

Walter knew his wife was a witch. And he knew her mother was also a witch. Once during a fight she turned him into a naked ‘doll man’ of 6 inches long for his wife and told him to get used to it when he was not man enough to keep his wife black! Veronica’s mother was a little racist. After Veronica turned him back to his slim, small self on the way back to town and apologized for what her mother did, he could say she was secretly happy with the experience!

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.

Ray, my husband was working. I was away for a few hours from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went to town on weekends to spend time with him. I’ve always had an active sex life and my husband was also very active. We fucked all the time. We are quite open-minded and shared our fantasies openly, but never really lived out. The closest we came was making out in a hot tub one night like another couple near us. My husband had one of mine with another man. I must say I found it attractive, but just thought it was fantasy.

We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.