A Little Cuck Scene
Let's dive into a somewhat more realistic scene where kink is both a game and also very real
I’ll confess that this isn’t brand new. But I woke up with it on my mind and thought I’d revisit it. I don’t often see hotwife/cuck scenes played out as an intentional game, or even expressed as kink rather than a “lifestyle”.
But while that was all on my mind when I wrote this, there was more to it. We did go out with her ex. And we did have drinks and talk and flirt. But the night ended more in confusion than exultation, and while I’m not one for regrets, my fantasies often lie in the realm of “what if?” And this is one of those times I come back more than I’d like to admit.
I can picture everything because we were there. I know them both, and while I’ve seen them kiss, it’s never been anything more.
So, indulge my memory as I process a “what if” that feels like it was only a few words away from happening. There was most likely a good reason I didn’t push forward at the time, but right now, late at night, I can’t possibly imagine what it might have been.
Sitting at the bar with the two of them, I know it’s largely up to me. She invited her ex out for drinks to see if the three of us wanted to hook up and have some fun. What that might entail was completely up for discussion, but I knew if I wasn’t there, it would most likely have been an easy thing.
As each thought slipped through my mind, I felt myself growing more and more tense. I tried to think of how we might fit together and what games we might play, but each one sounded more complicated and exhausting than the last.
He didn’t feel especially flirtatious and both of them were so mellow I couldn’t get a solid read.
But as I stared into my manhattan, I wondered if maybe I was over-thinking it. Maybe I didn’t need to work so hard. Maybe I could offer something that somehow felt easy and hot at the same time?
They agreed in a heartbeat and five minutes later we had paid the bill and made our way upstairs to my apartment. My knees trembled as I climbed the stairs, but this time it was more out of excitement than nerves.
Inside, they looked at me for direction. It was an odd dynamic, but one that I liked. I was going to be cucked, but I was still the one in control.
“Why don’t you start by kissing while I work on her clothes?”
They didn’t hesitate, and I stood behind her as she leaned in and kissed his mouth gently. He returned her affections and soon their hands were running up and down each other’s bodies as I unbuttoned her shirt from behind. When her jeans came off, his hand moved between her legs in an instant and she moaned into his kiss.
But before they could go much further, I stopped them.
There was one part of this game that felt necessary, and if she kept on going, I would lose my chance. Instead, I pulled her back and removed the last of her clothes while he watched. I lay her down on the bed, where she watched us with her legs spread and her hand between them.
And then I knelt on the floor as he stared at her. I looked up before turning to look at her one last time.
She licked her lips and fingered herself faster.
“Let me get you ready for her,” I heard myself whisper as I slowly undid his pants. His hand in my hair was gentle, and when I reached in and pulled out his cock, he was thankfully still soft.
At least mostly.
Even like that, his cock had weight to it. I held it in my hand, looked up once more and then opened my mouth. He sighed as my lips touched him and he twitched instantly. As he held me and watched her touch herself, he began to grow quickly, and I savored every second of it. I took more and more of him as he hardened, one hand on his balls and the other around the base of his thick shaft.
I could hear her moans as she watched, and by the time he was fully hard, his head was glistening with my saliva. Looking at him, it all felt more real. I knew they had dated for a while, and I knew their sex was good. But her comment that he had a nice cock, was a bit more clear now that I was face to face with it.
As I continued licking him he began to undress, pulling off his shirt and dropping his pants to the floor. I could feel the rising desire between them, and I ached for it. Naked, he lay down next to her, his cock standing tall and hard.
“Let me get her ready too,” I whispered, crawling between her legs.
She was, of course, already wet enough to drown me, but it didn’t matter.
It was the act of service that mattered. It was that I was the one preparing them for what was to come next that made the difference. And so I kissed her and fingered her as they kissed once more, her hand now wrapped firmly around his cock.
When I came up for air, both of them looked at me with anticipation and lust. I helped her to her knees, and for a brief moment I kissed her as well. It was tender and sweet, but both of us were far too eager for what came next to linger.
I turned her to face him and helped her straddle him as he lay back on the bed.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked.
“Did you when you two were dating?”
“Once or twice,” she whispered, rubbing him between the wet lips of her pussy. “Not most of the time.”
I nodded as I leaned in again, the question having answered itself.
It felt dangerous and stupid, but so fucking hot it didn’t matter. And besides, they had done it a hundred times.
I held him in my hand, sucked on his thick head once more, and then positioned him just right. When I rubbed him against her lips she sighed, and as I slowly guided her down, letting him fill her one inch at a time, I found myself lost in too many emotions to count.
And then, it was no longer about me.
I moved away, nearly pushed to the side by their lust, and then they began to fuck.
Hard.
He pulled her down for a kiss, gripped her ass and thrust into her as she called out. When he pinched a nipple and put a hand on her throat, I was reminded that he knew her well. Which meant he was going to fuck her exactly the way she likes to be fucked.
When he tossed her to her back and entered her again, they no longer saw me.
I sat in the corner of the bed, my cock in my hand as I watched, and it was beautiful. He choked her tightly as he took her, and each time she gasped for air she grew closer and closer to coming.
It was only when they began to talk, that I questioned my decision.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” she moaned before kissing him sharply. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“I’ve missed my little slut too. I almost forgot how hard you can take it. And how good you can be for your Daddy.”
“Oh fuck,” she said, sparing me a glance that was nearly apologetic but not quite.
“Tell me what you want little one. Say it.”
She gasped, and closed her eyes as he fucked her faster and harder. His thick cock was buried with him, and I could see her stretched around him. It was graphic and explicit, and the air smelled like the sea and everything was a blur to me.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I wan your big cock inside me, using me as your little toy. I want you to use my cunt to make you come. Just like you used to. Please, Daddy, please come in my slutty cunt.”
“Such a good girl,” he whispered, once more choking her as she began to shake.
My hand moved faster as I watched her come, clenching around his cock as she cried out as best she could. He leaned up, his strong chest and shoulders glistening with sweat as he watched her, and I had never seen anything like it.
“Come for me, babygirl. Come for Daddy before he fills you up.”
She cried out one more time, and then he was back on her, kissing her mouth as he held himself deep within her.
I knew what it felt like and I knew what he was doing. I knew just how tight she was and how hard she gripped a cock when she came, and I knew that right then, he was coming inside her, unable to resist.
As he thrust into her again and again, I moved closer, finally unfrozen by my desire.
My fist was a blur near her face, and as he leaned up once more so he could push even deeper with her, she turned and took me into her mouth. I cried out as I gripped her hair, and just as he finished coming within her, I covered her chin and lips with my own.
She sucked me clean as he pulled out, one last drop landing on her mound, and then it was done. He collapsed on her far side, I fell down next to her, and the three of us could only moan our joy and surprise.
“That was so fucking hot!” she said.
“God, you’re so much fun. Both of you,” he said.
“You two fuck like you mean it,” I said.
She reached out and took both our hands, kissing our fingers gently as she lay naked between us. I touched her stomach as he touched her breast. She kissed him and then me.
“Thanks for the suggestion,” she told me. “That was so fucking hot.”
“So hot,” he repeated.
And all I could do was nod because it was the truth.
Thank god for laziness, I whispered as I lay there, still shaking in body and mind. And thank god for small inspirations.
Thank you for your indulgence! I hope you wake up refreshed and very much awake.
“Yes…please….” Say the readers and the young lady about to have her cum-filled pussy lick with lust and an intensity driven by the nastiness of the situation. A duck’s job isn’t done until everyone is cleaned up. I love sucking a cock after a good fucking as I do devouring a pussy that has taken a load or two.
I was waiting for the “clean up”…