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cuckolding-and-female-allure:

Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!

“Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!”

“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”

“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”

“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”

“You heard the woman.”

“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.

”

“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”

At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”

Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.

“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”

You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.

“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”

You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.  

“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”

Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.

“Hey! Get off her!”

“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”

“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”

“Yessss!”

“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”

“N-no!”

“Get over here.”

You walked up to him, scared and confused.

He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”

You looked down. “no…” you whispered.

“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”

You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.

“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”

“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”

By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”

You’d encouraged your fiancé
to invite her high school girlfriend to stay with you while she found a new
place to live. Bad break-up. It would only take a week or two, you
figured. 

“Won’t you be jealous?”

The question had thrown you.
You realized you hadn’t really thought of her as a proper ex. You were normally
jealous of other guys who even looked at your fiancé too hard. Bias, you
guessed. But now that you thought about it, she was always a little starry eyed
when she mentioned Anise, the old flame. And Anise was a bit flirty with your
girl when you ran into her… The more you considered it, the more the idea of
them possibly hooking up gave you a hard-on. Stereotypical, but true. Maybe
you’d even get to watch?

So you assured your wife-to-be
that you weren’t concerned and that she should not worry either. 

“She’s just a friend that
needs a place and some kindness. Be there for her.”

“…okay. If you say so.”

The ex was a blonde bomb-shell
of a woman. From day one Anise treated you like a servant and your fiancé like
a…very close friend. The third night your fiancé came to bed and, after a few
minutes of cuddling, sheepishly asked if she could sleep in her ex’s
bed. “She’s really sad and lonely. No funny business, I swear.” You were
secretly gleeful but assented like an ignorant patriarch. “Of course,
baby. Comfort her.”

You
stayed up for a while, masturbating, imagining what sort of comfort might be
given. You could almost swear you heard moans, but that might just be wishful
thinking.

Next
morning you checked in on them through the open guest room door. The blonde was
wearing the oversize college shirt of yours that your fiancé normally slept in.
Your girl was asleep in her ex’s arms and wearing…maybe nothing? She opened her
eyes, “Mmmm, morning honey. Anise wants you to make us crepes for breakfast in
bed. Um, I mean, I told her how well you make them and she thought you might
treat us?”

You
complied eagerly, feeling exhilarated in a strange way that wasn’t just about
girl on girl titillation. You trusted your fiancé to keep her promise about ‘funny
business,’ in a naïve way, even while her ex somehow coaxed her out of her
pajamas. Imagining Anise breaking down your gullible fiancé’s defenses – and
conspiring to get you to serve them – gave you such a boner.

You
didn’t see your girl in your bed again until two weeks later. And that was when
you came home from work to discover them there, in your bed, entwined. Anise
was eating out your fiancé while she moaned loudly and writhed. Finally, she
noticed you and spoke up:

“She
wants you caged.”

“…what?”

“You
can watch, you little perv. But you have to you have to put your big cock in
this tiny cage, k? Doctor Anise’s orders. She doesn’t want any chance of you
trying to fuck her after you get excited. You understand, right? Or you can
take your boner and go sleep in the guest room, okay babe? I’m her bitch now.”

In a
sort of trance you took the proffered cock cage and put it on. It was tricky at first but the blunted spikes on the inside shrunk you down to a reasonable size soon enough. Anything to see
this action, you told yourself. But part of you knew you loved being bossed
around and degraded. You tried to rub yourself as you watched, but the locked chastity cage thwarted any satisfaction.

You
assumed they would let you out afterward. Assumptions, assumptions. Anise takes you aside and lets
you know the score. Your fiancé belongs to her now and you serve them both. You
cry, grateful and terrified. Anise removes your engagement ring while you do
so. “We’re just going to take your wedding reservations, okay? Will you be her
bridesmaid?”

You
nod, racked with sobs. Your fiancé…um, your former fiancé, squees and hugs you quickly
before kissing her wife-to-be passionately.

You’d been downstairs working late in your home office. Your fiance had come in and started teasing you. 

“Mm, baby, I’ll be up in just a minute to give you just what you deserve. Just have a few emails to write. Go get ready for me?”

You’d lost track of time as an unexpected emergency ticket came up. Twenty minutes later you could finally log out and go to your beautiful partner. She wasn’t in your bedroom… 

You checked the bathrooms and around the house. no sign. Then you heard some noises coming from the guest room where your brother was staying. 

You’d worked for years to get out of this sick relationship with your controlling ex-girlfriend. I was hard. You had to trick her into taking the cage off. The you ran, naked, into the night. You’d been arrested but you managed to get free.

So you’d been horrified half a year later when she showed up in the city you’d moved to, at your gym. For a while she just smirked at you from across the room. After several weeks, she approached you while you were bench pressin and held the bar down on you so you were trapped.

“I’m not here to get you back, loser. See, you signed a contract. I own you for life. Just making sure you know that.” Then she kneed you in the crotch, very hard, and walked away. 

After that she left you alone for a while. You even met a girl. A nice, normal one. She liked how gentle and kind you were…

cyberlok:

He said, she said.

What I’d said was: “Maybe dress a little sexy for this dinner. Laugh at his jokes. Be friendly but you don’t have to flirt with the guy. Well, only a little, if you feel comfortable”

What she’d done was trick me into trying chastity play “just for one night.” A night that has now lasted a week. Then she had friended him on Facebook, started flirting nonstop, eventually sending him lewd photos I had taken at her request (”just for us, babe”). Now here I was waiting in my boss’ car, locked in a cock cage, while my fiance dined with him, wearing the most scandalous dress I have ever seen. 

God, I wish I could jerk it.

Two Months Later

Somehow my fiance got the promotion despite not working there and never having held a job in the field. I was reassigned to be assistant on the project. As the most knowledgeable, I do the brunt of the work while they go to meetings and take the credit. The boss spends a lot of time in his office with the door closed, “consulting” with my fiance. Her feedback is…exuberant and…loud. 

I should know, since I lost my office and got reassigned to a small desk just outside my boss’ door. He claims I’m not a secretary but I noticed he let his go at the same time I was moved over. He calls me a ‘team player’ and a ‘good sport.’ He also sends me out for coffee or lunch orders. My fiance, meanwhile, dresses me in tight pants and shirts. I worry people can see my Cyberlok cock cage. Though mostly people seem to stare at (and slap) my ass. 

Unrelated, but people have been occasionally telling me to smile. (“Show us that pretty smile.” “A cute young thing like you should smile more. It will brighten the office.” “Smile, honey. That’s better”)  Weird. That’s never happened before. It makes me angry to be told what to do by random coworkers and strangers, but I still involuntarily smile when told. Even if it’s unnatural, it actually brightens my mood. My anger dissipates almost immediately. It’s so nice to see how much it makes them happy when I smile as instructed. I never made anyone or myself so happy when I was a supervisor, telling others what to do. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t get the better end of the deal, after all…

snapsfromyourbully:

You had to admit you looked pretty good in the outfit. You’r girlfriend had been encouraging you to run, shave, grow your hair. She said she liked pretty boys…

So why was she on her knees in front of this big hairy jock?!

“Ah my Fallen Angels. Please bring your newest initiate over here and put her on her knees so she can watch and learn from an old pro.”

You were in shock and they easily managed to drag you over and push you down. Your girlfriend was really going to town.

“Good. Good girl. Yes! Mmm, just like that. Notice how she cradles and sucks on the balls? That’s important. It’s not all about the shaft.” Just then you saw your girlfriend suck two of her fingers into her mouth. She pulled them out glistening, winked at you, and began working them into the bully devil’s asshole while she took his cock back in her mouth. “Goddamn! Mmm. Now that, James- excuse me I mean Janey, you’re Janey now – is an advanced technique.”

A little later you were being held down by the two friends while your girlfriend sodomized you with a strap-on. Your bully watched and offered tips. Eventually he grew impatient and took over. 

sphcuckblog:

A lot more then a blowjob it is his birthday

“So what if it’s his birthday; he’s your brother!”

“Family deserves the best gifts. You know how I feel about the importance of family.”

“I love my family too! But I don’t go down on my Mom for Christmas!”

“Poor woman. She could probably use it. Want me to ask her for you?”

“No!”

“Well I’ll be home first thing in the morning. Love you!”

“Morning!? You’re going back over?!”

“Oh, he has more…stamina. But I mean he’s just lonely and his birthday wish was for the whole ‘girlfriend experience.’ I couldn’t entrust my sweet baby brother to some sex worker stranger. So after we make love as much as he can, we’ll cuddle and sleep. Then I’ll be home, babe! Well maybe just a quick morning BJ… But then I’ll be right back!”

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

I’m going to take your wife to dinner. Meanwhile, you’ll get the master bedroom ready for her and for me. I want you openly admit that your marital bed is mine now.

Really, just move your stuff into the living room already. He might not be around that often but it’s important to respect an Alpha’s space and not to challenge his claim to your wife.

If anyone sees them out together and asks you about it, proudly proclaim the he has made your marriage null and void. At least the sexual part of it. You still provide for her. You just also provide for him first. 

lovemysis-88–2:

oh fuck.. hes.. cumming! inside me! my own brother is about to impregnate me!!

When I told my brother Liam about my husband’s low sperm motility and the difficulties we were having conceiving I didn’t think he’d be so eager to help. I started talking about artificial insemination and drugs but my brother stopped me. He said he knew a way easier solution. A friend of his went to this shady fertility clinic. They boasted high insemination success rates where conventional methods failed. But my brother knew their dark secret…they threw out the partner’s sperm entirely! And used more virile donors. Not only that, but they increased the chances of impregnation by using only “natural insemination.” I didn’t get it. 

“The wives fuck the donor, sis!”

“Women go for that?!”

“They love it! They eagerly agree to the secrecy clause and don’t care how many ‘treatments’ it takes.”

“Damn. How do they choose the donors? Wouldn’t the husbands suspect if the baby looked really different? Like, no one in our family has red hair.”

“They have enough people that they can pick a good match. That’s the main service they really provide, after all. You can choose from their catalog. Or you can bring your own guy to the clinic.”

Wow. I was blown away. But I was also feverishly excited. I had long fantasized about cheating..and this was for such a god cause! It practically wasn’t even cheating! We both won on the deal. Way more ethical than regular philandering. And he got to think his sperm was good enough after all. It was a kindness, really. Or so I told myself. I tried not to think too much about how wet it made me.

I went to my appointment with my brother, my co-conspirator. They seemed to know him and so they skipped the normal subterfuge and obfuscation routine. I guess he must have gone with the last friend too. He didn’t say he was my brother, just ‘a close friend.’ Why? He just shrugged and said it might seem weird to them for a brother to go help his sister fuck a stranger. Fair enough. But I didn’t mind. 

Actually…I’d long had a crush on my brother. He was four years older and all my sexual awakening had been to fantasies of him and his toned swimmer’s body. How I’d longed for him to come into my room some night and take me! I went to all the swim meets. Practices, too. Awkward but true. 

I’d gotten over it, but…my husband looked an awful lot like my brother. Did that count as getting over it? I didn’t fantasize about incest anymore, at least! Liam teased me about it all the time. And of course here I was picking yet another guy to fuck that looked very much like my brother.

“Sheesh, way to give a guy a complex. First you practically marry my clone. Now you’re going to get knocked up by someone else who looks just like me, sis.” This guy really did look even more identical. It was weird. But hot…

“I have to! You know how it works.”

“Haha, just teasing. I know. But sometimes I feel like you’ll fuck anyone like me but not me. Hurts a guy’s feelings. Especially coming from a girl so hot. No matter how irrational it is to be jealous of your sister. Guess my dick doesn’t know about incest.”

“Oh my god! Fuck off brother. I told you how I had that puppy dog crush on you all though grade school and high school. College, too, really.”

“Guess it’s a good you didn’t tell me then. Neither of our genitals knows about the incest taboo.”

“Pervert! I felt so bad about it.”

“Sorry. Just kidding you. I know it’s a sore spot.”

The clinician came back and I showed off my selection. He did a double take and then just tapped the side of his nose and pointed to Liam, “A wise choice. One of our best donors. Really, it’s not just flattery. You didn’t have to bother with the catalog, though. We could have just scheduled the treatment room for you. In any case, let the receptionist know you’re ready and she’ll set it up.” He left the room.

What? Did he? “I think he thought it actually was you, bro!”

“Haha, that’s wild! But can you blame him?”

“I guess not.” Fuck! If only. I had thought I was over it. But now I remembered and yep, I still wanted to bang my brother so bad!

I chose the Low-Light Special. For those who were too ashamed to see the guy or who got off on the thrill of being fucked by a stranger in the dark. You could turn on the lights whenever you wanted, though. 

I closed my eyes and laid naked, face-down on the table. I heard him enter the room. I felt a thrill in my body. He slid the cool sheet off my body slowly. I got goosebumps. The stranger pulled my hips back and spread my legs. Straight to business? He slid two fingers in, tentatively. I was sopping! I felt like such a slut. Here I was cheating on my husband with a stranger and I was already incredibly wet. 

“Well, well, I guess you’re all warmed up.”

Damn, he even sounded like my brother Liam. Hot.

“Last chance to call it off before we start. You sure, sis?”

What?! “Alexa, lights!” The room lit up and I twisted around. It couldn’t be.

“Surprise.”

This was definitely Liam. I stared blankly, agog.

“Oh…sorry! Should I go?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He started backing up real fast. “Get the hell over here and fuck me, you idiot!”