by Hazel Parker
You can bet your sweet ass that caught his attention pretty damn quickly…
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Suffice it to say, my suggestion was not one that went over all that easily with Jonathan. I mean hell, I hadn't really expected the notion of sleeping with another man and having him watch me to be an easy one for him to swallow. Plus I'd gone in completely prepared for him to reject the notion, and for me to have to bite back tooth and nail in hope of making any slight degree of headway with him whatsoever.
And although I did not blame him one damn bit for resisting my suggestion, for me personally it seemed like the perfect solution. I absolutely wanted to stay in my relationship with Jonathan, but I regretted the fact that he didn't enjoy bumping uglies quite as frequently or as vigorously as I did. I mean, for fuck's sake, I got tired of having to climb on top of him in the middle of the night just to get any cock in this relationship.
Although I might have enjoyed the cowgirl position just perfectly fine, I sometimes wished that he would be the one to act as the dominant partner in our lovemaking. To climb on top of me and to absolutely brutalize me to within a hair's breadth of my fucking life. Leaving me moaning and shrieking and shaking from head to toe as he plowed me relentlessly with that long hot cock of his... Yet, if he was unable to fulfill me in this service, I saw no reason that either of us should have to suffer for it- I didn't have to go on unfulfilled, and he didn't have to feel obligated to please me when his interest in sex was somewhat displaced, to say the least.
And again, I think the notion of the cuckolding fantasy came almost entirely from rubbing myself to porn. If I had genuinely wanted this to work for nothing more than the purposes I've laid out, then there would have been no need to request that he watched while I and whomever I found to come bang with me did the nasty.
Quite frankly the prospect of having him monitor our fornication turned me on like you wouldn't fucking believe. It made things just a notch or two spicier. I thought, and made specifying a cuckold fantasy over an open relationship in which we simply slept with other people a far more attractive option.
Although I'm a little bit ashamed of the fact, I think he felt just the slightest bit pressured into giving into my request. Like, I don't think he was all that nuts about the idea, really, but it was more like he felt inadequate upon my making of the request. Like he felt bad about not having the genital means or capabilities of pleasing me, and therefore felt he had no right to withhold that which I so clearly desired when it came to fulfilling my sexual desires.
It took some degree of talking things through for him to agree with my point of view. Not to mention me reinforcing the notion that this was nothing about him, it was just me missing the feeling of having my body explored by someone new despite my immense love for him. And at last, during what were about the dimmest hours of morning, he decided to let me have my wish.
Clearly uncomfortable with the notion, and even more so when I admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that I'd already gotten into contact online with the guy about the prospect of cuckolding him, not committing to anything until I'd gotten his go-ahead, but getting things all lined up ahead of time just to be safe, so that I could jump straight into this strongly desired fuckbed almost the instant I had the go-ahead.
Charles was the guy’s name. In the looks department, he essentially tended to rival my boyfriend. A strong and masculine specimen with a body that was mouth-watering, dark eyes and a penetrating gaze. Not to mention a smile that could melt my damn pussy from a glance at his photograph alone. I gave him a call the following morning, and less than twenty-four hours after I'd had the discussion with Jonathan, the cuckolding of my boyfriend had officially begun.
It was, admittedly, as tense a situation at first as it was an erotically stimulating affair. I had to admit, I felt one hell of a bit guilty as I sat Jon down there in his chair in the corner of the room, in such a position that he was almost obligated to watch the two of us go at it like rabbits, and that even if he turned away, he would find himself largely unable to escape the pouring of our moans and our groans of pleasure as they emanated up through the room around us.
But the guilt, quickly enough, gave way to my intense desire for this new man. To have my body explored by a new man after so long being bound to a relationship, to make myself vulnerable and to give in to destruction as I was absolutely ravished by a stranger. Pleased in as many ways as I could possibly have hoped for, wrung to oblivion and then hung out to fucking dry by the time all of this was said and done.
Charles proved himself goddamn immaculate as a lover...
Wrapping me up in his arms, I felt my body immediately begin to sizzle and drip beneath his touch, and when his lips pressed down against my own I could feel a chill of intense desire wash over my anatomy. Causing me to cringe, my spine to arch and my toes to curl and my skin to crawl as adrenaline pumped through my veins like a drug.
The two of us made out like newlyweds. My every inhibition all but vanished as I fell prey to his sweet, sticky love, my desire for his flesh almost animalistic, and my craving for being ravished by a man whose sex drive either equaled or outpaced my own driving me wild. As his tongue pushed like a joust into my gullet I wanted to cry from the beauty of it all.
My skin feeling as though it was on fire anytime his palms happened to graze me. My head spinning so fiercely that it seemed liable to pop off altogether any minute now and go floating up, up, up into the stratosphere, gone forever without a hope in hell of finding its way back down again.
He began to run kisses all over the sweaty, heaving course of my flesh. Running his teeth and his tongue up and down along my neck, nibbling on me playfully, his nostrils flaring and grunts of pleasure issuing forth from his lungs. My head rolling as he plied me with hot, wet pecks, and my vision beginning to blur as I struggled not to allow myself to be overwhelmed by the ferocious, devastating force of his love.
Soon, his hands began to explore the course of my body, sliding the palms up and down around my abdomen as though trying to start a fire with the friction. My pussy burning readily as he kneaded me between his fingers like dough, and my nipples beginning to harden into sharp nubs as sensation poured through my titties in waves. Then, much to my desire, he peeled out of his shirt, giving me a view of his heaving, sweaty chest. Sealing the deal as to my arousal if it in fact still needed sealing, which I seriously tended to doubt at this particular juncture in time.
From here, he proceeded to denude me as well. Sliding me effortlessly from my blouse and tugging me out of my tight, ass-hugging jeans. Then taking a momentary break to ravish my body a bit more in my lacy little lingerie before proceeding to remove the few remaining scraps of fabric covering my oh-so-luscious naughty bits.
When these few sweet moments had lapsed, he then reached behind my back, fumbling between my shoulder blades to unhook the clasp of my bra, and sliding the straps down, down, down along my arms. I heard Jonathan clear his throat in discomfort as Charles leaned in, and put his face to my taut, razor-sharp nipples.
His tongue lapping around my titty as though the taste of my flesh was about the most glorious thing in the world he had ever before had the pleasure of consuming. I moaned with desire as he continued for some time to nurse upon me in this way. Suckling on my mammary as a newborn clings to his mother's breast for support, and then bringing his hands downward along my body. Much to my enjoyment as shivers ran up and down along my spine.
Slipping his fingers through the waistline of my panties, and sliding them from my waist, down to my thighs and my knees and at last my ankles, leaving me completely naked and sweaty beneath his grip, hot and heaving and ready to be annihilated by this hulking beast of a man.
Much to my gratification at that particular moment, I actually heard Jonathan moan with discomfort as my new lover pushed my thighs wide apart. Bringing his face down in between my legs with the hunger of a man who hasn't eaten a damn ounce of pussy for several consecutive days at a time.
He came in almost immediately, parting his lips and allowing his tongue to come seeping into me. His mouth conforming to the wet slick lips of my twat and his warm breath blowing into my body. Agonizing me beyond belief, and causing me to throw my head back and sigh as the sweat began to absolutely pour along my body. His oral skills were, believe you me, honed to an absolute fucking T.
His expertise so thorough that I'm certain this man could have gotten any pussy he wanted had the women he approached known this was in store for them by the end of the night. Jonathan would barely even put a finger into my pussy, much less go down on me. It was with some glorious agony that I took in this most delectable of treats. My entire upper half squirming around across the bedspread as Charles bobbed and lapped and licked. Suckling up my cunt and spitting globs of saliva deep into me, smothering himself in my womanhood. Gobbling me up so damn thoroughly that I thought I might pass out by the time he got around to finishing up his tormenting.
By the time this round of the evening was brought to a conclusion and I was absolutely fucking wheezing with orgasm, I proceeded to crawl on my belly down along the expanse of the bedspread. Eager to return the favor as I inhaled that massive, warm cock into the deepest, wettest recesses of my eager, hungry gullet.
I locked eyes with Jonathan in the corner as I pressed my lips onto Charles' engorged purple tip. Loving my boyfriend's discomfort as I sank my lips down, down, down along the stranger’s shaft. Loving the feeling as he came jabbing against the back of my neck, and Jonathan, I could tell, deriving a great amount of discomfort from the steady, perverse squelching noises being produced by my sucking and slurping and devouring of Charles' throbbing, veiny cock.
My nostrils flared and I closed my eyes as the mutual torment progressed. My cheeks compressed around my lover's boner and my efforts at pleasing him getting more and more brutal. Sucking and sucking and sucking and my throat burning from the agony, and my efforts stopping just short as I felt his cock beginning to pulse toward orgasm inside me, not wanting to waste his sperm just yet until I'd had a little bit more fun with him.
Sliding my lips away from Charles' pelvis, I leered for a moment at him with the most lurid of bedroom eyes. Then, in a manner that could not possibly defy comprehension. I stalked across the bed like a fucking beast of prey, thrusting my ass out toward him in a manner that caused my anus and pussy to flower mouthwateringly wide before his eyes. My buttocks spread and almost certainly driving him wild with lust for my prone, naked body.
I whimpered with pleasure as he mounted me, feeling his erection slide through the lips of my gash and then slip inside me. Crowning with his throbbing tip and then pushing deep into my interior. Crawling up into my wet pussy and overloading me, inch by inch by agonizing inch of that monstrosity filling me to the brink of destruction. Until at last he touched down inside, and proceeded to tear me apart like an absolute goddamn motherfucker.
My tits jiggled and my body shook violently as he plowed me to my fucking core. Pushing and grinding and pumping like mad. Ripping me to bits and leaving me shrieking with pleasure and agony. The world spinning around my head like a top and my body feeling prone to destruction as he humped and pumped and fucked. Smacking his body so hard against my ass that he nearly fucked me clean off the bed.
Again and again and again he smacked that hot wet cock of his into my pussy. Churning it into an abstract pink pulp and setting me the fuck over the edge with sensation. But just before I'd finished cumming, however, his hands were suddenly on me. Seizing a firm hold on my anatomy without even fully pulling out of me. Twisting me onto my back and slamming me roughly onto the bedspread.
Much to my arousal I can most definitely assure you. He grabbed my ankles and then proceeded to push them up around my ears, pinning them in place and then blasting me. Bouncing and slicing and carving through my anatomy like a wild man. Jackhammering my cunt until I could no longer stand it, my eyes crossing and sweat percolating up through my flesh. Every nerve in my body buzzing with sensation as his pelvis slammed repeatedly down into me like a fucking ax, ripping me to bits and leaving me so overwhelmed that I could scarcely contain myself.
He shot his hot, steaming load all over my insides, filling me up with so much of his hot sticky cum that it began to overflow from between my thighs. Dripping onto the bedspread and causing me to tremble from tit to toe. Just when I thought it was over, however, he then promptly pulled out of me with sperm still dripping from his tip, pushing my body to the floor on my knees in front of him.
He continued to masturbate wildly, jerking himself so taut that he managed to ejaculate once more. Several times in fact, pulse after pulse after pulse of his hot molten cum drenching my pretty little face almost entirely. The warm, gnarly stuff dripped abundantly onto my tongue, splashing across my cheeks and shooting up my nostrils, at last tangling up quite unpleasantly in my eyelashes.
My mask of sperm now complete, I turned, smiling, to look at Jonathan in my state of degradation, thinking, perhaps that he would be turned on by it as I was. Instead he just looked at me for a moment, horrified, and stormed rather abruptly from the room.
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So... Yeah... Maybe I should have expected from the get-go that Jonathan may not have been all that damn peachy keen about this whole cuckold thing... Suffice it to say, he was out of my life pretty promptly after the night of the affair. Much to my dismay and unhappiness, particularly because I felt like kicking my own ass repeatedly for having sacrificed what was largely a perfect relationship.
All for a night of fleeting, ephemeral passion with another man. There had really been no sense in it whatsoever in retrospect, and now I'd gone and lost both of the men who'd only so recently been smitten by me- Charles, for his part, had only been interested in that single roll in the hay, and had no particular interest in a relationship of any kind at that point in time.
And so, there I was, alone... And yet that was only a small, small fraction of my problems.
One fine evening, you see, I just so happened to take note of the fact that my period was late. Which, in and of itself, I supposed, might not have been too much of a disaster. I was on birth control, and I was therefore very used to some degree of irregularity with it or another. I did my damnedest, then, to chalk it up to that and forget about it the best I could. Things began to grow difficult in that regard as I could no longer help but notice the gradual swelling of my belly, the morning sickness, the engorgement of my tits, etc., etc., etc...
Yes, ladies and gents- I was motherfucking preggers...
There were, of course a myriad of problems with this fact. Not least of which was the fact that I didn't really have a solid idea as to which of my two most recent fuckers the baby's father happened to be. Both Jon and Charles had, after all, both filled me with their sperm within a twenty-four hour period of one another. So it was tantamount to impossible to know which of the two fine gents' genetic material had happened to plant their feet into my uterus.
To be honest, I think I actually tried, for as long as I possibly could, to put the thought of it out of my mind altogether. To pretend that things were fine and that I would somehow manage to figure things out one way or another. That there wasn't really any need for me to tell either man about the fact that I was carrying one of their babies.
But... Well... I guess the real reason for this was simply fright on my part, or perhaps chickenshittedness if you want to be completely honest. I could easily imagine a fight breaking out between the two lovers. Or else the two of them overloading me with so much excessive attention as a result of my pregnancy that I couldn't possibly stand it.
But at last, after several months rolling by and my stomach making it look as though I'd swallowed a gourd, I decided I could no longer put it off any longer, and risk having to birth this child in my belly alone.
I called both men over to my place and sat them down, prepared for a conversation that I knew from the get-go would be uncomfortable, but which somehow, much to my intense
delight, took a far, far, far more agonizingly beautiful turn...
I can't remember how it all started, exactly, what was said or what led to what or whatever... I do remember that it was, in fact, quite a tense and awkward situation starting out. Upon my mentioning of the fact of my pregnancy both men suddenly ceased to make eye contact with me, almost as though ashamed of the situation they were in and wanting to deny to the possibility their involvement in impregnating me.
But somehow or another, and again I don't know how the hell it did, the situation grew from one of intense discomfort to one of an immense erotic charge. It was as though, I suppose, the two men felt some sort of sexual competition toward me. For the right to the baby inside me or the ability to lay claim that their sperm was the one somehow potent enough to wriggle its way past the defenses of my birth control.
It might have also had something to do with the sight of my swollen, pregnant body, which surely emitted some sort of hormonal lure to the two of them. Making them feel equally protective of and aroused by me. Indeed, even before things launched into full-on ballistic mode, I could see the two fine gentleman popping some pretty extensive boners through the fabric of their pants. Their hard-ons pushing through the material and giving me quite the vivid picture of just what they would have liked to do to me right then and there.