MMF Erotica / First Time MM — Anal / Cuckold Love
The Moment Everything Changes
The hotwife experience transforms you, laying on your husband getting fucked. But then, our unbelievably deep connection, gets ‘balls’ deeper.
I knew my husband wanted me to have sex with other men. For a long time, we would tease each other, pointing out different men. Like most couples, we had fun for a few years and then the fun sort of drops off. You get lazy really, and then you get bored. I was there at year three. It took my husband, John, a little longer. But where I suffered in silence, he took matters into his own hands.
It pissed me off that he would watch porn and jack off. Here I am, I thought, what’s wrong with my pussy. But of course, that was unfair because I made sure not to be available. And so we went on until one day, after work I found myself bent over a desk, my coworker’s cock logged deep in my pussy, panting like a whore.
My husband noticed I was acting differently right away. I am not a good liar and can’t keep secrets; I spilled. I told my husband how we had flirted, how I had fantasized about his cock in me. Even the time we fucked, and I imagined my co-worker doing it. He was curious and asked a pile of questions. God yes, it felt good. Of course I wanted him to come in me. It was confusing to say the least, but that confession ended in my husband fucking me wildly and then he said the most perverse thing.
“Are you going to fuck him again?” he asked.
“What? Does it turn you on that much?”
“You’re at work tomorrow? You think he would fuck you before you come home?”
“Yeah, I guess. I can probably fuck him at lunch too, but…”
My husband kissed me, hard a second time, only minutes after our last fuck. And I do mean ‘fuck’ not making love. He was inside me again. God, I was so charged up.
“Is he bigger?”
“Yes, baby, he’s a lot bigger. He stretches me so much,” I said and felt my husband come in me again.
And so it began. This was a real mind fuck at first, I have to say. Nothing in sex ed ever prepared me for this. Our sex life went into overdrive and I fucked new cock after new cock. I loved that my husband was involved. We didn’t dare tell a soul. That led to some of the best sex ever. Looking at each other in church, knowing I had just fucked my bull an hour before, often led to a quick fuck in the church’s bathroom.
We were happy, but we were on the fast track to more. A lot more. And it happened on our fifth anniversary.
“Dinner?” I asked.
“Morton’s Steak house. And then the Hilton.”
“Ooo, dinner and entertainment,” I said and smiled.
“His name is Gabe, fuck he’s got a nice cock, pretty thick, dark. I wish I had his body shit,” John said. There was a longing in his voice when he said it.
“A black guy? That’s new,” I said, looking at the pictures.
“Yeah, well, it’s our wood anniversary,” he said jokingly. “Thought some new wood was in order.”
“You’re a nut. I think you give silverware for the fifth year.”
“True, but the only anniversary that you give wood on is the 80th, and I am not waiting that long.”
I was excited to be fucking my first black guy and the biggest dick so far. John was more excited than I had ever seen him before. Dinner could have just been a drink and a snack. We were both ready by the time we got to the hotel we were ready to pass out.
“You ready?” John asked.
“Always. I have to ask though,” I said. “You going to eat me after this time?”
“Would you like that?”
“It’s our anniversary, I don’t want to be selfish.”
“I have wanted to. For a while now.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t know what you would think,” John said. There was something more to this, so I dug a little deeper.
“Baby, would you like to… Be more involved? That would be OK. Whatever you want, we’re doing this together.”
He looked at me and just couldn’t get it out. “Let’s go up, he will be here soon,” he said and shut down the conversation.
You know the story; you have probably read it a hundred times. There was kissing, my husband stroking, he even came over and touched me, kissed me as I got fucked. I told him how good it was as I licked his cock a little. For the first time, I laid on my husband as this black god with a massive cock fucked the hell out of me. I loved it. Finally, I exploded. The orgasm shook my whole body. The ecstasy felt infinite. When I finished, I was so completely satisfied my body was spent. Had I known what lay ahead… Fuck.
“Best anniversary ever, babe,” I said.
“I’m glad you liked it,” John said as we kissed, my body on fire and my pussy pulsing.
The bull pulled away from me and his cock springing straight up. He hadn’t come. I looked over my shoulder and he still had that hungry look, so I rolled over to suck him and wondered, would John like to help out.
“Want to babe?” I said as I held the guy’s cock. I figured that his first cock wrapped in a pussy flavored condom might be easier. He sat up and looked at me, then the cock. “Go ahead. It’s Ok right?” I asked our bull.
“Yeah, I go both ways,” he said. I put my hand on the back of my husband’s head and gently guided him to the sheathed member. He took just the tip into his mouth at first. Fuck, this was so hot. I had watched a LOT of gay porn as a girl and in college. Way more than straight. Probably because it was always so taboo. Now, to watch my husband put his hands on this guy’s ass and pull that fat cock into his mouth for the first time. Fuck, I got so wet.
“You love it, don’t you, baby? You look so hot sucking him. Your cock is so hard right now,” I said as I watched this live porn unfold. I looked up at the guy who was now fucking my husband’s mouth.
“Can you come like this?” I asked the bull.
“Na, blowjobs are not my thing. I need more,” he said. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but the possibilities made my mind reel. I laid back and watched the blow job unfold. My husband had started to caress the bull’s huge balls.
“It’s your anniversary too, baby,” I said, rubbing his back. Not saying anything specific, just letting John decide where he wanted this to go. I was so wet, I was ready to go again. Ready to do anything he wanted.
The bull fucked John’s mouth for another minute then pulled back and then turned John around. John, who was now on all fours, just went with it. I thought at first he would have John get up further next to me and then we would suck our bull together.
My heart almost stopped when I saw our bull grab John’s hips and pull him back a little, sliding his cock between my husband’s ass cheeks. Jesus, it was hot the way he leaned forward and whispered to my husband.
“You down?” he asked as my husband looked at me. I had told John how I had watched gay porn, and how it got me off. I watched and saw the bull’s cock slowly pushing against John’s anus. I bit my lip and sat up to kiss John.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, and John nodded.
“Is this what you wanted to tell me?” and John nodded again. “Baby, fuck you know how sexy I think this is.”
We kissed as the bull probed John a little, grunting a little more each time the bull pushed. John’s cock was hard as a poker as his asshole was ever-so-gently introduced to the head of the bull’s cock. I walked on my hands to a better position and took his cock, already dripping pre-cum, into my hand and felt the heat of it as I watched the bull’s shaft slowly disappear between his cheeks.
“Ohhhhh, shit,” John said and fell forward a bit. His ass still in the air, totally filled by black cock, but there was more cock to be had, slowly pressing deeper and deeper into him, as it had with me. My god, he was fucking my husband. I didn’t know what to do, I just stayed there and watched the cock slowly burrow into my husband’s ass, then out again.
He was much slower fucking my husband than he had been with me and watching him go in and out was surreal. The look on my husband’s face with each thrust went from a pained to a more calm, relaxed one as pleasure set in. It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like twenty minutes. My husband’s anal cherry being taken before my eyes.
Then the bull grabbed his shoulder and gently pulled himself deep inside all the way. I couldn’t just watch anymore. I laid back and thrust three fingers into my gapped cunt. Fuck, I was close to another orgasm.
“See, she likes it man,” the bull told whispered in John’s ear. Fucking him properly now. “Come a little closer so your husband can help you out more.”
I moved closer as asked and I reached my hand out to touch John’s, watching the slow, rhythmic pull in and out. I was unbelievably turned on as John started eating my pussy.
“Are you Ok baby?” I asked.
“Yeah, fuck, I can’t describe it, it’s like I want to come every time he slides in deep. He’s going to get me off like this,” he said and stopped a second. “Ahhh, Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Hold on baby,” I said. I lifted his face and kissed him. Sliding closer, he understood what I wanted as I slipped underneath my husband. This time he laid on me as he got fucked. I caressed his thighs and sides, kissing him passionately and raised my hips. His cock found my hole and slipped inside.
John had never been this deep inside me. The forceful thrusts pushed John down deep inside me.The weight of two men bearing down on top of me was so intense, almost crushing, but so fucking hot. John’s belly pressed to mine I could feel the bull’s cock inside my husband with each thrust. I started to come again.
As my pussy spasmed around my husband’s cock, he came next, filling me with warm fluids. There was a lot, overflowing like he had never done before. I felt it dripping out between my legs, drooling over my asshole.
Unable to move, all I could do was come endlessly and receive my husband’s cum. As we kissed, exploring deep inside of each other’s mouths as we shook in a mutual climax. Then, finally, the bull came deep inside my husband.
“Ah, Fuck, Man, that’s some good ass,” he said as he finished.
“How does it feel baby?”
“Oh, Oh, fuck I can feel him coming. Shit, I always wondered… Mmmm.”
“I love you,” I told John, a little concerned now how much he liked this.
“I love you too baby,” He said, and kissed me with a passion that melted my concerns.
It seemed awkward for a moment. I mean, do you just stop, shake hands and then what. But the bull made it easy. I felt him get up, as John and I kept kissing. He put on his clothes and sat next to me to put on his shoes.
“I should get going,” he rubbed my leg, “that was incredible.”
And he left. We never saw him again. But this opened up a whole new chapter of our marriage. One where I can truly share my lovers with my husband. I loved my husband’s need to be a cuckold, I loved being his hotwife. But this? Wow, he’s part of this, part of me in ways I never thought possible. Two men, who aren’t afraid to cross swords to please me, now that’s hot.
