“That’s it, take me, use me, breed me!” she cried as I gripped her hips and drove myself into her.
We’ve met almost 5 years before, they were relatively new to the idea of swinging, and very new to the hotwife concept. I’m met him for a drink in the pub, and he seemed delightful, followed by a lovely stroll with his gorgeous wife along the beach, where we stole a little kiss.
On their next visit to town, I had visited the hotel while he was out, and fucked her while remembering to capture what I could on her camera, for him to enjoy later. I’ll never forget dropping her off at the park where he was waiting, and her saying to me while we sat in the car watching him, “this is so wild, I lived for this shit.”
We had kept in sporadic contact over the years, and they had found their feet in the non-monogamy scene, becoming somewhat experts, with a rock-solid relationship, they both became comfortable playing with other people.
I was in contact with them both, and overtime had become a bit of a specialist in hot-wifing and cuckolding, finding that after all the wild adventures I’ve had in my life, it was the one thing that never got old, and really held my attention.
Cuckolding is a funny thing, it’s not a standardised, one shoe fits all kind of kink, it comes in levels. I think of it has a humiliation spectrum, to what degree does she wish to humiliate her partner, and to what degree does he enjoy and encourage it. Over time I’ve met some pretty awesome, super entertaining couples, who thrive in the idea of me interacting with both of them, and making him feel small and inadequate.
It’s like everything though, the further you go, the further you can see into the distance. My fantasies often revolved around taking the cuckolding concept to the next level, and I had even written an erotic fiction book on the subject in the past. (details on request.)
I’m aware that it takes a very special type of relationship to withstand the kind of thing that was rattling around in my head, and through our sporadic contact over the years, I had periodically tested the waters with both of them. How far could I push this I wondered, were their minds as twisted as mine was?
We had often made tentative plans to catch up again, but they had always fallen through, by no one’s fault. During those discussions I had chanced my arm, telling him that she was going to enjoy sex with me, far more than she did with him, and gaging his reaction, and to my delight it was always positive.
As time went on, I would push the boundaries further with her too, “you know once I take you again, you’re going to be mine for good?” I would tell her as a passing comment, “yes daddy” she would reply, “I’ll be yours forever.”
And then one day a couple of years ago, I rolled the dice, and told her that we should get our tests done, so I could fuck her raw and fill her full of my cum, marking her as mine. I usually know how my proposals will be received, but that day it could’ve gone either way. It took her awhile to respond, I assume they needed to discuss it at length, but eventually she agreed, and the excitement from both of them was palpable. But again, nothing ever eventuated due to distance and conflicting schedules.
I received a sexy picture from her, on New Year’s Eve, out of the blue, the kind of thing you really like to wake up to in the morning. Then a few days later a request to finally make it happen.
I found it hard to contain my excitement, she was gonna drive a few hours, to come and be taken, and this time I was going to do it properly. He could hardly contain himself either, as we discussed how horny she was, and I explained all the terrible things that I was going to do to his wife.
“What are the things that she doesn’t allow you to do,” I asked him. “She won’t let me come inside her, fuck her during the night, or fuck her in the morning” he replied. “That’s good to know,” I told him, “because I was already planning on doing all of those things to your wife.”
I open the door to find a gorgeous, slender blonde with the prettiest mouth I might ever have seen stood in front of me. I do remember that she was hot, and I have seen plenty of pictures since, but I swear to God that she had gotten way hotter over the years, and I was genuinely bowled over by her.
I didn’t even invite her in before gripping hold of her face and kissing her passionately, I couldn’t believe that after all these years the time had finally come, for me to make this stupendously gorgeous creature mine.
I was hard as a rock before we left the doorstep, and after showing her around the place briefly, had her against the wall in my bedroom, unwilling or unable to stand on ceremony.
She was disrobed in seconds, stood before me in beautiful white lingerie, that was set off so perfectly by a pink bow in her hair. “You’re going to be my beautiful little fuck toy tonight, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear whilst I pinned her to the wall and gently gripped her throat. “yes daddy, I’m going to be the perfect slut for you.”
My desire burned inside me, and I had to do all I could to hold myself back. I wanted to manhandle, force and even hurt her, but she was too pretty for that, I wanted to take my time over her. There was only one objective in my head in that moment, and that was to make sure that she left that house, unable to ever forget the things that happened there.
I threw her on the bed, her head dangling off the edge of the mattress so I could enjoy the view of her slender lingerie clad body, and quickly stripped off my clothes, allowing my balls and my heavy rock-hard cock to rest on her face while I explored her elegant lines.
‘Please daddy, let me have it,” she whimpered, but I wanted to take my time, and she needed to learn her place. “I’ll tell you what you do and don’t get little girl,” I replied, allowing it to rest there for a little longer.
Her mouth was so warm and soft, when I eventually chose to take it, cradling her head in my hands so is not to hurt her neck, I slowly parted her lips, and enjoyed her throat without pressing her too hard, there was no way I would fit in that little throat anyway. “that’s a good girl,” I growled, “show daddy how much you want to please him.”
Soon the lingerie was gone, she was on her back, her phone was in my hand and the camera was running, I wanted her husband to see the moment that we had all been waiting for, the moment my bare cock, with its heavy potent balls, full of the cum I’d saved for a number of days, entered his pretty unprotected wife for the first time.
I lifted it her legs above my shoulders to offer him and I the best possible view, and slowly, gently, savouring every second, I ease my way past her folds, enjoying the grip of her walls, and stretching her tiny pussy.
There are more levels to this game, and now was the time to progress, I knew they might both be open to it, but it was still a risk, “that’s a good girl, take it for daddy, you’re my girlfriend now aren’t you, he’s lost you forever hasn’t he,” I said clearly, ensuring the camera would pick it up. “yes that’s right,” she replied without hesitation, “I’m your pretty new girlfriend, you’re taking me from him with your perfect cock.”
I almost died when she said that, my cock hard is steel as I struggled to force it in, thickest at the base, her discomfort obvious, whilst still pleading me to give it all to her. The atmosphere in the room was electric, and I don’t know if any of us were aware that we could push it this far, or that we even should.
Flipping her over and climbing on her back, I positioned the camera so he could get a good look at her face, whilst I drove into her, all of my weight on her back, a fistful of her hair, and I made her look straight at the lense and cry, “yes, I’m yours, I’m yours,” and I made her repeated again and again, “that’s right bitch, say it again!”
I shut off the camera, turned her over and I could control myself no longer, and with furious grunts and convulsions, I buried myself as deep in her as I possibly could, emptying my balls to mark her as mine. But instead of leaving her, my excitement so intense that I stayed hard, I stayed on top of her, gently stroking her hair and moving slowly inside her, tiny cries emanating from her pretty mouth, as we explored each other’s tongues, totally encapsulated in the moment, genuinely at one with each other.
We ate cheese and chatted on the sofa for a while, not just a pretty face and a
beautiful arse, unsurprisingly given the situation and its complexities, a fascinating mind as well. Despite the intense drain on testosterone, I couldn’t stop looking at the nape of her neck, the shape of her feet, and her little wrists and ankles while we talked, and it wasn’t long before I instructed her to stand up, took her to the dining room table, and bent her over it.
It was another perfect opportunity for video, as I stretched and used her with abandoned, and instructed her to tell me in detail how much she loved taking my use, and being of use, while her husband looked on.
The hour was getting late, and eventually I took her to bed. I laid her down, and opened my cupboard, selecting two leather wrist cuffs, two clips, and a Hessian rope. She had already noticed the anchor points on each corner of my bed, and without saying a word I fastened the leather cuffs to her wrists, secured the rope to a point on the top corner of the bed, and clipped her wrist together and to the rope, giving her enough room to position her hands on her chest, but move no further.
Then I sent a text to her husband. “Your wife is tied to my bed, already filled with my cum, I’m going to use her through the night whenever I want to, because she’s MY girlfriend now.”
She just gazed at me with curiosity and wonder, as I tucked her in and positioned a pillow for her. The plan was that she was going to spend the night with me, but I’m sure she never imagined that this is what I meant by that. I blew out the candle, locked the doors, turned off the music and climbed into bed next to her, making myself comfortable as I did.
She lay there, confused and patient, and I delighted in the fact that I had this much control over her, as gorgeous as she was, and with a wedding band on her finger.
I contemplated all the things I could do, as vulnerable as she was. I knew there was another level to this game, and I toyed with myself as to whether I was about to send this thing the three of us had into the stratosphere, or destroy it entirely. One must be bold sometimes, I concluded, as I rolled over, forced her legs apart, cradled her face with one hand, and gently began to fuck her again.
We entered the crucible again, just the two of us, wrapped in an embrace, me so deep inside of her that I felt I could feel her very soul caressing me. Her hands bound together, leaving her the opportunity to do nothing but cradle my face in return. I kissed her deeply, I fucked her deeply, her eyes wide as I gazed into them, “tell me you love it baby,” I demanded. “I do, I love it so much,” she dutifully replied, now as the moment I thought, you have her now, I thought, so fucking take her… and I did
“Tell me you love me,” I whispered softly, our eyes locked together, “I love you,” she replied without stumbling.” I love you too, baby.”
And it was done, the ultimate line was crossed, the final level achieved, the pure solid palpable emotion of the moment was bouncing off the walls, and her body convulsed in orgasms as we gripped each other like we’d die if we dared to stop… and I filled her again, long deep and hard, proving once and for all that she belonged to me now.
It was hard to allow myself to drift off to sleep, as she lay there peacefully on her side, no choice but to present her naked vulnerable ass to me, as she tried to sleep. I looked at her as she lay there, and contemplated the majesty of this moment, and how lucky I was to find myself in a position like this.
It was 2 am when I awoke after sleeping a few hours. I had been dreaming about her, and there she was, covered only by a thin sheet, and with no choice but to bend to my desires. I went to the bathroom and thought about using her, finding myself hard as a rock again in seconds. Returning to the room I lubed up my cock, threw the sheet off, stretched her legs as far apart as they would go, gripped hold of her hair and held her down at the small of her back, ramming my way into her already wet pussy, without a single word.
She screamed, and I worried about the neighbours, and then she cried, “yes, please use me, please enjoy me, I’m your girl, breed me, just breed me!” I didn’t care about making him videos anymore, I didn’t care about playing this game anymore, we were at the top of the mountain, she had become a delightful, gorgeous, object designed purely for my pleasure, and I intended on capitalising to my hearts desire. I fucked her long, deep, hard, with no concern for her comfort, and I came again deep inside of her, as she begged me time and time again to breed her.
As morning came, we both agreed that there wasn’t much sleeping done, “I didn’t come here to sleep,” she said with a rye smile. We fucked again, sensual, erotic, connected, loving sex, the kind you find rarely during your lifetime. I gently filled her asshole with a plug, and slid a vibrating egg into her pussy, so she could feel totally consumed as I took her, and she told me again and again, “I’m your girl, I belong to you now, I love you.”
When she left, I messaged her husband with every detail, leaving nothing out, allowing him to ask any questions he wanted an answering them in glorious technicolour. He marvelled at how far his wife had gone, how open she had been to me controlling her, and how close we had become in such a short period of time.” I bet she’s already planning her next trip,” he said, and I smiled, knowing that one day soon I would visit them, and he’d be surprised to get a picture out of the blue, of her with my cock him her mouth.
I feel privileged to be invited to take part in that experience with them, and I hope that I’ve done nothing but enhance their connection. I know we both meant everything we said that night, but we meant it in the moment, in that crucible, and never would it spill over into real life.
The cuckold game is a complicated one, full of pitfalls and fraught with danger, but occasionally everything falls into place, and I feel like that was an experience that I’ll never be able to replicate. So many thanks and much respect to them both, I’ll never forget them.