Sharing Isabella - Awakening

Part 1 - Unintended Introductions

Alone inside their newly purchased villa, Adam sat propped up on the sofa in the airy living room. He stared ahead with foggy eyes, mouth slightly ajar, and softly grunting, his right hand bouncing rhythmically over his lap.

Having taken delicate care to draw all blinds and curtains in preparation, denying the August evening light entrance, Adam had little concern with the explicit content streaming on the TV, nor with sitting around with his pants bundled up around his ankles.

"Aah, yes, baby," he groaned silently. "You like that fat cock, don't you?"

Ogling at the screen and the brown-haired porn actress's pleasured expression, Adam also managed to feel a lot of envy in regard to the actor responsible for it. Not only was the hunk of a man a good bit taller than his own, average 5'8'', there was also the matter of his bulging muscles compared with his own skinny build, and the behemoth of a cock most certainly twice the size and girth of the 5'' penis sitting in his hand. At least Adam's dark, almost black hair looked better than the actor's, though he could only dream of ever sporting a full beard like that.

He returned his focus to again gawk at the brunette writhing and moaning in pleasure. With his dear fiancée away on a work trip, Adam had dared indulge in a specific fetish of his, one that he had become increasingly more obsessed with for the past year or so. He had yet to find the courage to reveal this newfound fantasy to the love of his life, even if the dirty parts of his mind longed for a confession.

Adam jerked faster, peering intently at the action unfolding on the screen, imagining it was a homemade recording. He grunted. It wouldn't take him long to cum.

"Well, now, what do we have here?"

Adam rocketed into the air like a scared cat, having almost ripped his dick off in the process. Isabella had not been expected home until later tonight, yet there she stood in the doorway, smirking. She was 5'7'', with long, luscious cinnamon brown hair, honey brown eyes with long lashes, a button nose, and a friendly smile.

"B- baby, what are you doing at home already?" Adam asked, trying to sound casual, simultaneously clawing for his phone to turn the clip off.

"It ended early," Isabella said, frowning at him. "But what in the world is going on with you?"

"W- what do you mean?"

"Why do you look like I caught you murdering someone? And why'd you hide what you're watching? We watch porn together all the time!"

"No reason, I just... didn't like it..."

"Mhmm?" Isabella wasn't buying it. Instead, she slithered her way past half-unpacked moving boxes and slumped onto the sofa next to him. "What were you watching then?"

"N- nothing..."

"Baby, I love you. I have just bought a house with you and am planning a wedding with you. Are you seriously telling me there's something that turns you on that you don't dare to tell me about?" Isabella gently queried, kissing her fiancé. "Come on, baby, I want to know all your kinks. Tell me what it is, and maybe I can do it for you."

"But... What if it grosses you out?"

"Well, I can't promise I'm going to get off on it, but I have a hard time believing it's that bad. Come on, baby, please?"

Sighing, Adam folded. When she begged like that, there was nothing in this world he could deny her. So, with trembling fingers, he grabbed his phone anew and cast the clip back onto the TV.

Isabella stared at the screen, all confused. "Why did you try to hide this, it's just regular porn?"

"Well, not exactly..."

Studying his fiancée, Adam watched her scanning the scene more closely, reading the title, and slowly putting the pieces together.

"Oh!" She said at last. "Slutty wives, huh? I expected something much worse."

With a sigh of relief, Adam relaxed back into the cushions, his frightened, flaccid cock twitching back alive. "Well, sorta, but..."

Isabella bit her lip seductively, smiled, and slid her hand across her fiancé's thigh to caress his growing manhood. "Explain it to me then, baby," she whispered.

"Y- you see," Adam groaned as the soft, warm hand began pleasuring him. "It's not just wive's being sluts it's... wife's being sluts for other men while their husband either knows or watches."

"Mhmm?" Isabella encouraged him, glancing from the stiff penis in her hand up to the screen. "And you imagine yourself on the bed there, plowing someone else's wife while her husband watches?"

She had said it inspiringly as if she knew the answer but wished to hear him explain it.

"N- no... I would be t- that other guy, the one that's w- watching and jerking off."

"Mhmm? And who do you imagine is the woman on the bed being fucked?"

"You!"

Adam's cock twitched between her fingers as he said it, and Isabella shivered, her eyes growing more foggy and unfocused. "Does it turn you on thinking of me like that, baby?"

"So fucking much," Adam groaned, horny out of his mind now when finally he had released the truth. "D- does it turn you on?"

Isabella looked him in the eyes, a flood of emotions visible there. The most positive sign was that she kept jerking him even faster. "Yes? Maybe? I don't know. I've never considered it... But if it helps you get off, I don't mind talking about it!"

"I- I don't know why..." Adam moaned, the pleasure vibrating through him. "But the idea of you being a slut for other men... AAaahh fuuuck, baby, don't stop!"

"Mmm, is that why you chose this video?" Isabella purred, provoking him. "Because she kinda looks like me?"

"I'm sorry," he groaned.

Isabella just smiled. "Oh, don't be, honey. I just kinda assumed you jacked it to fantasies about fucking my friends or my sister or something like that."

"Did... did you take the train home?" Adam asked abruptly, the pleasure and his wife-to-be's laid-back attitude luring him to push the fantasy.

"Mhm! Why?"

"Can you... Aah... T- tell the story of that one-night stand... You know, o- on the train."

Isabella looked at him a little surprised, searching his face.

"P- please?"

"Is that what you jerk off to, you dirty boy?" She bit her lip again, blushing, before sucking in a deep breath. "Okay, well... You know, I was on this long train ride, like, over eight hours. There was this guy who ended up sitting opposite me at one of those table seats, and we started talking. I typically don't do that kind of thing, but I was bored and horny, and he was really charming, and... Well, we ended up in the train bathroom together."

"Aaahh, baby," Adam moaned, his dick swelling between her soft fingers. "You didn't even know his name, did you?"

"Maybe he told me at some point, but if so, it didn't stick." Isabella blushed even more. "And to be honest, it was hotter that way."

"Did you suck his cock?" Adam gasped, trying to hold the orgasm back.

"I did. And I don't often let guys cum in my mouth, but this time I just swallowed the entire load."

"Oh, fuck!" Adam panted. In their earlier reminiscing about old sexual exploits, when mentioning this particular occurrence, one that in reality had been taking place long before they met, these graphic details had been left out. He pulled his fiancée closer, kissing her with tongue, almost disappointed when he found no lingering taste of another man.

"He didn't even go soft after," Isabella whispered. He just pushed me down to kneel on the toilet lid and pulled my pants down."

"And then?" Adam whispered.

"He slid right into me from behind. I was so wet," Isabella said, eyes glassy. Her hand slid almost unnoticeably into her pants. "He fucked me so hard! Oh, God, people must've heard us!"

Adam wasn't certain if Isabella intentionally increased the jerking pace, but he would not have lasted any longer anyway. "Fuck, baby, I'm cumming!"

Isabella started pumping her hand hard and fast as the trembling penis swelled between her fingers. In loud animalistic grunts, Adam erupted, his pulsating cockhead spewing his sticky seed into the air. Ropes of thick cream splatter everywhere: on Adam's thighs and stomach, on the sofa, on Isabella's jerking hand, and even on the coffee table.

As the orgasm finally faded, and Adam crumbled back onto the sofa, all spent, Isabella curled up against him, her head buried in his chest. Moaning and grunting, she continued to finger her wet pussy, now giving herself the 110% attention she had moments before poured into her fiancé. It took her maybe another minute or so to grind herself into an intense orgasm, the entire time keeping her grip around the sticky, shrinking dick.

"Ahh... AAahh... FUUUCKK I'M CUMMING... MMMAAHHH!"

Groaning, spasming, and drooling all over Adam, the brown-haired beauty rode the orgasmic waves to heaven and back, eyes closed the entire time. His soft organ twitched again from the mental picture Adam imagined her savoring the memory of another man's cock inside her.

After a long, drawn-out silence of strained breathing from both parties, they ended up talking it all over. Adam was relieved when his amazing fiancée declared herself having no issues with the fantasy, and although she'd been surprised to learn he got off on something like that, she claimed to love him just the same.

Isabella did, though, express some emotional concern, saying that the more the horniness subsided, the more shameful and icky she felt about herself, even fantasizing about doing something like that to him. She asked for some time to process it, saying that Adam was free to add it occasionally to their play sessions in moderate dosage but not to push it too hard.

"I won't, baby! I would never want to make you uncomfortable!"

"I know, honey," Isabella whispered, kissing him tenderly while fondly patting his soft penis a final time before getting up. "Now I need a shower, so I'll leave you to clean up your little mess here."

Smiling to himself and watching in silence as the hottest woman on the planet strutted out of the room, Adam gladly kept the sassy comment about who had caused the mess in the first place to himself.

Part 2 - The encounter at the bar

After that one sticky interaction on the sofa, two more months trudged by, turning late summer into fall. During that time, they got all the furniture in place, finished their first home project by replacing the wallpaper in the kitchen, and finally cleared out the final few moving boxes. In the meantime, determined not to overdo his newly revealed fantasy and scare Isabella off of it completely, Adam had rarely mentioned it at all. It had crept in occasionally in the weakest moments of peaking horniness, that was true, but even then, he'd managed to keep it on a leash. Mostly it had been off-handed comments about actors' cocks when they watched porn together or a couple of love-making sessions where he had coaxed her to open up and share more intimate details about previous sex partners and what they had done to her.

Beyond that, as Isabella never initiated the fantasy on her own, Adam assumed she mostly engaged in it for his benefit, and so, he did his best to keep it mainly to his private jerk-off sessions.

However, one weekend in late October, Isabella had gone to visit her hometown to attend a gig at a local bar with some friends. It was not an unusual practice for her, being big on music and all, and Adam added no particular weight to this seemingly random occurrence at the time.

It was first that same Sunday night, once she had returned home and they'd finished eating dinner, that it had turned significant. They'd been snuggling up on the sofa in front of a cooking show when Isabella had suddenly spoken.

"You want to know something funny that happened at the bar?" She said casually, slightly amused, but ultimately not even peeling her attention from the TV screen.

"What?" Adam asked, assuming it was some typical anecdote about one of her girlfriends.

"This guy sent me a drink with his phone number."

"Really?" Adam said, his interest now peaking. "Do you still have it?"

"Of course not. Why would I keep it?" Isabella asked, looking up at him, all confused.

Feeling his penis stir a little in his pants, Adam was unsure whether his fiancée did not wish to participate in what he attempted to steer the mention into or if she hadn't caught his drift yet.

"Did you at least give him a good time for his kindness?"

"Adam!" Isabella said, looking at him kinda shocked. "I would never do something like that!"

He considered dropping it but at the same time, the horniness had started to take charge, and it had kinda sounded as if she was still taking it way too seriously. So, to butter her up, Adam slid down and began kissing Isabella's neck, at the same time lightly fondling one of her breasts.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to lie," Adam whispered seductively. "We both know you get rowdy when you're drunk. I bet he was both hotter and bigger than me, and you just couldn't help yourself from being a bad girl."

"Ooh," Isabella moaned, both in pleasure and realization. "A- are you sure you want this, baby? I swear I didn't actually-"

"Please, I want this," Adam begged, pushing her loose-fitted clothing out of the way to expose her tits. "So unless you hate it and want to stop, please just go with it."

"It feels so... Mmmhh... w- wrong," Isabella sighed, yet she slid a hand down to caress her fiancé's hard-on through his pants while he attached his lips to one of her hardening nipples, pinching at and massaging the other with his fingers.

"I bet..." Adam whispered after a while, guiding his hand slowly south, across his fiancée's stomach, into the sweatpants and the panties. "That you danced with him and made out with him and allowed him to touch you wherever he wanted. I bet you didn't even care if any of your friends saw."

He was rewarded with an aroused moan as his fingers started to circle her labia, teasing her.

"I bet he bought you even more drinks, and while the two of you sat at the table talking with your friends, he slid a hand up your thigh, in under your skirt, and..."

Adam pushed his fingers into his lover's pussy, immediately taking note of how wet she was. Rubbing her swollen clit, the moaning grew in intensity, and Isabella started slowly grinding her hips against his hand.

"Did you get off on that, huh? Having a strange man finger you under the table as you were talking to your friends?"

"Mhmm!" Isabella groaned. She'd always been a sucker for public sex.

"But do you know what?" Adam said, his rock-hard cock feeling as if it was about to explode. "I think that you got so horny you couldn't handle it anymore. I think you took his hand, and in front of all your friends, you dragged him with you into the restroom."

"Mhmm!" Isabella groaned again, looking up at him almost cross-eyed. She was approaching an unusually quick orgasm.

"And in there..." Adam said, pulling his hands from his fiancé's pants with a displeased grunt as a reward. He lifted his butt off the couch and in one quick swoop, pulled down his sweatpants and underwear. "I think he pulled his cock out, and you did not even hesitate to fall to your knees on the bathroom floor and start sucking him off."

Isabella just looked at the stiff cock for a moment, processing the words. Then she smiled a lewd smile and slid quickly down from the couch, tits bouncing in the wild, pulled her hair back, and wrapped her lips around the stiffy.

"Aaahh!" Adam groaned as her soft lips and wet tongue started working his pole, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "I bet you loved how much bigger his cock was than mine and that you gave his big dick the sloppiest blowjob ever."

Sticking one of her hands down her pants to restart the stimuli on her clit, Isabella quickened the sucking pace, going faster and deeper than she'd ever done, gurgling and slurping.

"I know you don't like me cumming in your mouth, baby," Adam groaned, thrusting upwards into his fiancée's throat. "But I bet... Aaahh... when it was his fat cock between your lips, you didn't hesitate to... MmHhh... take it all."

Isabella very rarely agreed to take a mouth full, not really enjoying it that much, but now she made eye contact with Adam, escalating her sucking to a ferocious speed. It was obvious that she was lost in the kinda roleplay-storytelling session and the pleasure of riding her own fingers.

"Aaah fuck, baby, here it comes. Swallow that other man's hot load!"

As Adam's cock began twitching, Isabella backed up and secured her lips just around the tip. Then she closed her eyes, wrapped her hand around the shaft, and started jerking it.

"FUUUCKKK YEEESS BABYYY!" Adam growls, shooting again and again into his beloved's heavenly mouth. It felt like what must've been the biggest load of his life.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of orgasmic pleasure, he fell back against the couch pillows, panting, his softening dick slipping from Isabella's mouth with a plop. He watched, as in a dream, how the gorgeous brunette shut her lips tightly and, without opening her eyes, swallowed his load in big, greedy gulps, looking the entire time as if she enjoyed doing it.

"Mmm," she kinda moaned, finishing it off with licking her lips.

"Did you like his cum, baby? Did it taste better than mine?"

"Mhmm!" Sighed Isabella before opening her eyes again and looking up at Adam with feverish arousal. "What else did he do to me, baby?"

"Hmm," Adam said, enjoying the anticipatory look in his fiancée's eyes. "I bet, after that amazing blowjob, that he licked your pussy next."

"Oh, God, yes," groaned Isabella, jumping back to her feet. She quickly relieved herself of any remaining garments and flopped down onto the couch on her back. Spreading her legs and exposing her swollen twat, Adam did not hesitate to dive in.

"AAhh yes... Ooh, fuck yeeess!" Isabella moaned, winding her fingers into her lover's hair to pull him even closer, deeper.

Adam started to explore her soaking-wet folds, licking deep down between the lips, pushing his tongue into the slick depths, and finally going to town on the stiff clit.

"Yes, oh yes, just like that... AAahhmm... Oooh God, yes, lick my pussy... MmAahh..."

Isabella's moans quickly escalated, faster and louder than usual. Adam had rarely seen her this over-the-top horny, but that alone goaded his prick back to full erectness. Pushing also two fingers in beneath them, Adam slipped them inside his wife-to-be and started fingerfucking her.

"Aahh... AAahHh yees... MmAahh keep going like that, I'm gonna cum!"

Looking up at her, Adam notices how Isabella's eyes are closed again. Feeling his dick twitch imagining what she was picturing in her her head, he goes in for the kill.

"AAahh... AAaahhm... AAAAHHHHH YEEEEEESSS!!"

With his tongue assaulting her clit, Adam felt Isabella cum, felt her body tense up, and her pussy cramping. She also did what suspiciously felt like squirting, wetting his entire face in sticky juices. Having never experienced it before, not even aware Isabella could achieve such an orgasm, Adam willingly leaned into it and started lapping at the flood of girl-cum.

"Fuuuck, that was amazing!" Isabella moaned once she had landed enough to be able to speak.

"I didn't know you could squirt, baby," Adam said, amazed.

"God, me neither," Isabella squealed, still trembling. She looked embarrassed. "Your pussy licking was just so good, baby!"

"You mean the other man's pussy licking?" Adam teased, making the love of his life blush. "I bet the entire bar heard you cum."

Isabella giggled, reddening some more. She bit her lip. "I don't care how many people heard. Now, go get a condom already and fuck me!"

With his cock pulsating from lust, Adam leaped to his feet and ran on a fetch quest into the bedroom. Once he returned, he quickly rolled the rubber on, climbed on top of his legs-wide-spread partner, and aimed himself at her soaking entrance. They both moaned in intense pleasure as his stiff penis penetrated Isabella and as Adam began to thrust, she aggressively started making out with him. Normally Isabella was a bit reserved in her mouth-to-mouth action directly after being eaten out, but now she was huffing and grunting, licking her own juices off his face, and gladly sucking them from his tongue.

"I bet you didn't make him wear a condom when he fucked you," Adam moaned, egging them both on. "I bet neither of you had one, but you were too horny to care and allowed him to screw you anyway."

"AAaah-huuh..." Isabella grunted in encouraging agreement, clearly enjoying the taboo storytelling.

"I bet his cock was huge, and you just loved how much bigger he was than me."

"Uuhh-huuh..."

"I bet he fucked you better in that bathroom than I ever have during our entire relationship."

"AAaahh... d- don't st- stop!" Isabella groaned, sliding one hand down between them to assist herself while the other was still tightly clenched around Adam's neck, her fingernails digging into his skin. For her to cum twice during the same session was rare, and even then, never this close in between orgasms without a vibrator on her clit.

Adam slumped down over Isabella to whisper directly into her ear, still thrusting increasingly harder.

"I b- bet..." Adam grunted as he also rapidly approached his second climax. "You didn't even r- remember to take your... Mmmaahh... engagement ring off b- before letting another man... AAahh... raw dog your pussy."

"Don't stop!" Isabella gasped, trembling from pleasure. "Ooh baby, please, I'm gonna cum!"

"I bet you orgasmed even harder... UUuhh... k- knowing that all your friends a- and... AAggh... and the entire bar heard you cum screaming from... AAauggh... ch- cheating on me!"

Isabella gasped loudly as if the words had been offensive to her, yet they also seemed to be what sent her over the edge. She started gurgling, heaving, trembling, and spasming; her pussy cramped around Adam's dick, and she slammed her arms and legs hard around his body, howling her pleasure into the void.

"FFFUUU-AAAAAAHHHH!"

Hardly a surprise did Isabella's reaction, intense pleasure, and tightening cunt make it impossible for Adam to hold back.

"UUUGHHH YEEEEESSS!" Adam groaned, cumming even harder than the first time. His cock twitched and squirted, filling the condom with his second load of thick fuck cream.

It took forever for them both to land again and for the orgasms to peter out. For a long time, they just lay there tightly wrapped, hugging and kissing.

Once they finally managed to separate their sticky bodies from one another, exhausted, they eventually managed to stumble like zombies into the bathroom to get ready for bed. However, the more time that passed, Isabella grew increasingly quieter and secluded, but still floating on the high from the otherworldly experience, Adam chalked it down to her being tired.

Finishing her routine while he was still brushing his teeth, Isabella was the first to leave for the bedroom. When he followed a couple of minutes later, humming to himself from low-key happiness, Adam was taken aback, finding his fiancée in bed crying.

"Hey, baby, what is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"N- no, I d- did," Isabella sobbed.

Jumping into bed to console her, Adam hugged her hard, feeling confused. "What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong?"

"H- how could I g- get off so hard on t- that? I c- came from thinking about ch- cheating on you! I feel so d- disgusting!"

Finally, Adam realized what had happened. She had only previously dipped her toe in these fantasies, and while horny and riled up it had helped her get off. However, once she had cooled down and had some time to think about the moral implications of it all, she started to feel awful.

"Don't worry, baby. It's my fantasy, remember? I was the one that wanted it."

"I'm still t- the grossest girlfriend e- ever!" Isabella sobbed. "Y- you know I would never e- ever cheat on you, r- right?"

"I know, baby," Adam comforted her. "I'm sorry I pushed this on you."

"No, it's n- not your fault," Isabella insisted. "But I don't think I w- want to try this one again."

Adam was disappointed, of course, but he also understood and would never do anything he knew could upset her. So, instead, he just held her tightly until the both of them fell asleep.

Part 3: The Christmas gift

Holidays came and went, leaf raking and apple picking turned into snow shoveling, and steadily, the days treaded on into mid-December. After the disastrous ending to the previous attempt, Adam had done his best to stay clear of the subject of any cuckold fantasies, to try and not ever upset his amazing fiancée again. It had not in itself been that difficult a task, but having had a taste of the forbidden fruits, he did struggle with accepting that he might not ever again get to experience that intoxicating high.

For the first week or so, he had been terrified of her reaction affecting their entire relationship, but as Isabella quickly settled back into her bubbly, loving self, he eventually relaxed. Soon, it'd be a distant memory, and the kink regressed to being a solo dream adventure.

At least once Christmas approached at damn near light speed, there were a thousand other things beyond mourning lost kinks that required his attention. Apart from the regular Christmas gift shopping and wrapping and making candy and whatnot, this year, Adam and Isabella spent a lot of time and hard-earned cash on decorations. It had been an exciting experience making their new house all dolled up and picture-perfect, although a bit of a shame since, in the end, they would not spend their first Christmas there. With a fair amount of renovations and fix-ups still required, they had settled on perhaps being able to host the holiday celebrations there next year.

So, in the meantime, they'd followed standard procedure and alternated between their two childhood homes. This year, they spent the actual Christmas day at Isabella's parents, followed by an extended drive to attend a similar feast at a later and less calendar-accurate date at Adam's folks.

It was first in the late evening on the 28th that they returned to their magnificent new home and could cuddle up beneath duvets imprinted with cutely Christmas motifs. As much as he loved this time of the year and as much fun he'd had, Adam had to admit that all the traveling and frequent socializing were exhausting.

Instead, as he swallowed a sip of wine, leaned his head back, and sighed with contentment, Adam admitted that the 29th had turned out to be his favorite day of Christmas celebration.

Having elected to leave each other's presents at home, they'd spent the most perfect day ever just the two of them, chilling in bed, making an extra fancy breakfast, and then exchanging gifts in front of the lit fireplace.

And still, the day had only begun at that point.

After dinner and some downtime, Isabella pulled out all the stops to make an exclusive evening for them. She decorated the large bathroom with candles and some relaxing music, brought in a pair of champagne glasses and a freshly popped bottle, and invited her fiancé to join her in a freshly drawn bubble bath.

"Aw, we ran out of the good stuff," Isabella complained suddenly, drawing Adam back to the moment.

Looking back up, he saw how she was sitting by the side of the tub, mounted against the tiled windowsill, having tried to refill her depleted glass. The look on her face when she earned only a measly sip was bordering on heartbreaking despair.

Laughing at her exaggerated misery, Adam reeled the gorgeous woman into his arms.

By now, they'd been doing the spa thing for an hour or two, and not only was the champagne consumed, but the bubbles had mostly faded, and the water was hardly more than lukewarm.

There was only one more thing Adam could think of that could have made this day truly perfect. And as he began kissing his fiancée, exploring her naked body, kneading and pinching at her tits, caressing her stomach and thighs, and rubbing at her slit, she gave clear signs of having similar priorities.

"Wait, stop!"

Or so he thought.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, baby, don't worry. I do want to fuck. I've been horny literally for days. It's just... I have one more gift for you."

"Really?"

With his erect penis now pulsating in beat with his heart, aroused excitement thumping through his body, Adam watched as Isabella climbed gingerly from the bathtub. Staring unashamed at her naked body, dopamine flooded his system from seeing her bobbing tits and ass.

Isabella retrieved a wrapped present from its hiding place in the towel closet and slid right back into the tub.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she smiled, her demeanor spoiling the naughty nature of the gift.

Wasting no time with carefulness, Adam went down the child-unwrapping route and just tore the paper to shreds. In his hand now sat a box crafted from transparent plastic, and within it rested a large, hyperrealistic, veiny dildo.

Adam looked up at his finacée, breathless and nearly trembling. He did not dare to hope this related to what he wished it related to.

Isabella blushed and drew breath as if to prepare for her life's greatest confession.

"Since I had that bad reaction exploring your fantasy, I have tried hard to forget about it and move on. But the thing is, sure, whenever I'm not aroused, it just feels nasty, but whenever I get even a little bit horny..."

Intently watching Isabella's face, it was obvious Adam hid his excitement terribly. It did, however, seem to encourage her.

"So even though I tried not to, I've been reading some stories and watched some of that kind of porn... Cuckold, right?.. And I've realized two things. First, it's probably not even close to the nastiest thing to get me going, and secondly, knowing how much it turns you on makes it so much hotter."

"Oh, baby, please tell me you're not messing with me," Adam pleaded, aware of how pathetic he sounded.

An innocent little smile danced on Isabella's lips for a moment, soon drowned in genuine arousal.

"No, babe, I do want to explore and fulfill your fantasy. That's why I bought this. I was thinking that maybe you'd like to invite 'him' to a threesome or something?"

Plucking the dildo from the box, they both studied it in awe. It was 9'' long, girthy enough to require two hands to enfold it, with realistic veins running along the shaft. It was surprisingly life-like in texture, both soft and hard at the same time, and even fitted with a set of balls and a sturdy suction cup.

"Fuck, it looks even bigger like this than it did in the pictures," Isabella uttered nervously, feeling up the new tool alongside her fiancé.

"Did you just buy the biggest dick you could find?" Adam teased.

Isabella blushed deeply, looking like she believed herself to have made a huge mistake. "No, no, they had bigger ones than this... I- I just thought that- that it was a common part of the fantasy that the other dick-"

Adam silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss, one that quickly devolved into a sloppy makeout session.

"Baby, this is the best gift ever. Please, let's use it now."

Looking reassured about her choices, Isabella settled back into a look of arousal, biting her lip in excitement.

"Use it how?" She whispered breathlessly. "Describe to me what you want."

"I want to watch you fuck it. I want to hear you cum with your pussy stretched out around this much bigger cock."

Isabella slips a low, horny moan, pushing in to kiss him deeply again. "This fantasy is your gift. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

Pulsating from excitement to such a degree that he was ready to pop without any physical stimuli, Adam took his wife-to-be's hand and led them both out of the tub. Along the wall next to the door, opposite the windows, stood a cabinet they had installed, and next to it, an old chair left behind by the previous owners. Having yet to replace it with some more proper decor, it still retained its spot as a make-do clothes rack.

Adam hurled whatever garments occupied it out of the way and moved the chair off the wall. He then measured up Isabella's butt height before slapping the large, fake member onto the condense-covered tile with a squelching sound.

"I think our new friend wants to fuck you."

"Mm-hmm?" Isabella hummed, biting her lip seductively. She walked up to the fat, slightly bobbing rod, turned around, and pushed herself onto her tippy-toes. Then she backed up onto the dildo, hot dogging it with her pussy-lips, and began sliding back and forth across the top of the girthy shaft, lubing it up with her juices. "So, you're saying you want this fat, amazing cock to... what?"

"To fuck your pussy!" Adam groaned, about to lose his mind.

"Are you sure? Do you really want another, much fatter dick to enter your fiancée?"

"Oh, please, stop torturing me!" Adam whined, ready to cry.

Isabella giggled and slid back down from her temporary perch. She then leaned forward, supporting herself on the chair, reached back with one hand to guide the toy into place, and...

"Ahhw fuuuuck!" Isabella groaned, straining against the sizeable head pushing up against her slippery entrance. "It's so fucking BIG!"

Thinking his heart was going to explode from racing so fast, Adam watched the scene unfold as in a trance, mouth hanging open. "Did you not say one or two of the guys you've been with before me was pretty big?"

"Y- yeah," Isabella grunted, her horny hole now far enough stretched to accommodate most of the head. "Uughh... B- but not like this th- thing!"

Another inch penetrated the soaking depths of his woman, and another. Then finally, Isabella wheezed in disbelieving pleasure, having maxed out her pussy's capacity, and stretched every last cell of her slippery cunt around the fat toy.

"Oh god, baby, that's so fucking hot. How does it feel?"

"Unreal!" Isabella moaned, keeping herself perfectly still while trying to adapt fully. "Come over here, baby. I want to see you."

Adam allowed himself to be guided over to the other side of the chair so that he stood with his rock-hard penis pulsating in front of Isabella's face. She immediately dipped down and began licking at his swollen head like a popsicle, making him moan and tingle. Then, as she slowly grew accustomed to the girthy fuck-tool inside her drooling twat, ever so slightly, she started rocking her hips. At first, it was just like a quarter inch back and forth, then a full inch, then two, three, four. As her range of motion increased, Isabella transitioned over to also folding her lips around Adam's dick, and in no time was she merrily spit-roasting herself on the two penetrating objects.

"Uugh..."

"Aaughh..."

"UuAggH..."

Those were the noises escaping Isabella's throat every time she pushed forward, easily swallowing her fiancé's entire length. From the opposite end of her body echoed another kind of sound.

*schlauh...*

*Shloush...*

*Schlosh...*

Grunting and feeling like he was about to explode, Adam gazed down between the gorgeous brunette's buttcheeks, watching her again and again back up onto the girthy rod and making it vanish.

"Fuck, baby, that's so hot!"

Isabella released his dick from between her lips and looked up at him with foggy eyes, her mouth hanging open.

"Is this what you wanted, baby? Would you like it if it was a real cock fucking my pussy right now?"

Moaning at her words, Adam grabbed hold of his twitching penis and started jerking it, just taking in the scene of the love of his life furiously getting off on the fat toy.

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!"

"Mmm, baby, he's fucking me real good!" Isabella moaned, slamming back against the supersized tool with full force, her slick pussy swallowing the entire length in an aggressive ride toward orgasm.

"Baby, his fat cock must feel so much better than my tiny one, right?" Adam grunted, fucking his own hand while studying the pleasure on his wife-to-be's face.

"Uh-huh!" Isabella eagerly plays along.

"Please, say it, baby. Say that his cock is bigger and better."

"Aah, baby... AAahh... His amazing big cock is s- so much... MmAahh... Bigger and b- better than your little one..."

"Aah yes," Adam groaned, feeling the orgasm creeping in. "S- say that you won't e- even feel my small prick after getting f- fucked by him!"

"Aah... AAaahh... Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum," Isabella groaned, bucking desperately on her imaginary lover's iron rod, having also pushed a stray hand onto her burning clit. "Ooh fuuuck... I'm not... Aaughh... n- not even gonna be able to f- MmAAahh... F- feel your little prick inside me after... AAahhh... After getting fucked by his amazing fat cock!"

That was more than enough for Adam. With a loud, screaming grunt, he finally jacked himself over the edge. His much smaller penis began twitching in his hand, and with his entire body trembling, he unloaded thick strings of hot cum all over Isabella's moaning face.

"AAAHHH FUCK BABY YEEEEAAUUUGGHHH!"

Isabella drove her body back until her ass touched the wall, forcing the entire fat cock into her leaking cunt as she started to cum. Her body spasmed and shook, her pussy cramping hard around the large fuck-tool, and as she huffed and puffed for air, her eyes rolled back into her skull.

Eventually, as the ecstasy ebbed away, she slid onto the floor and lay there twitching for another couple of minutes.

"Wow, that was amazing," Adam sighed at last, lightheaded and wobbly.

"Mmm..." Isabella sighed, laying on her back, still lazily rubbing at her pleasure button, and with her face still covered in thick cum. "That sure was interesting."

"Thank you so much for doing that!" Adam said, close to tears from gratitude.

"Oh, it was my pleasure," Isabella smiled cheekily, scraping herself off of the floor. "But no way we're done, baby, I'm still horny. Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I'll suck you hard again, and then it's your little guy's turn to fuck me!"

Adam watched the love of his life stumble naked out of the bathroom before refocusing his gaze on the still slightly bobbing dildo. It was gleaming and literally dripping with Isabella's juices, so big and imposing. Glancing again at the door to make sure she was not about to return, his face going red even thinking about it, Adam fell to his knees.

Hesitantly, he licked at the large head, allowing the savory taste of Isabella to enter his mouth. Shivering a little, he then finally committed, and thoroughly cleaned every last inch of the dildo with his mouth, licking his fiancée's cum from the shaft and the balls.

It took Adam maybe half a minute to complete the deed, and when he rose again and rushed towards the bedroom, a reanimated, rock-hard stiffy swayed between his legs.

"Oh, wow, you recovered fast." Isabella smiled, having wiped the worst mess from her face. "That eager to have a go at me, huh?"

"Eeh, yeah..." Adam said sheepishly, not brave enough to admit what actually had made him hard again.

"Well, if you're that ready, let's skip the blowjob and get on to the main course," Isabella giggled. She slumped down onto her back and spread her legs wide. "Come and reclaim your woman."

As he climbed up over her, rolling the condom onto his smaller shaft, all Adam could think about was the much bigger cock fucking her, owning her, imagining that it had finished inside her, that he was about to stick his dick in some creamy sloppy seconds.

"Aaughh..."

He shivered as he slid the entire way in with little to no resistance. Not only was Isabella sopping wet, you could feel how stretched out her pussy was.

Digging his nails into his palms not to cum immediately, Adam tried to will some stamina into his penis. Slowly, very slowly, he moves inside her, pushing a second time, a third... Fuck, he was about to give the most embarrassing sexual performance of his life.

Opening his eyes to try and find something else to focus on, all he saw was Isabella lying there with the most mischievous grin, biting her lip in horny hesitation.

"Aah baby, whatever you're thinking, please say it!"

Still looking slightly hesitant, Isabella blushed before she inhaled and just went for it.

"Baby, I can't feel you. Are you sure it's in?"

"UUUGGHHH!"

That was it. Helpless to resist, the orgasm washed over him again. Adam hugged Isabella tightly and desperately humped away as his penis twitched and squirted in the condom inside her well fucked hole. It was humiliating, not even sure if she could feel it happening, but that only heightened his pleasure and his grunting.

Several minutes later, once he has recovered enough to roll off Isabella's hot body, his dick had since long shriveled up again and slipped out of the creamy cunt.

"I'm sorry," he squeaked, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Why? Wasn't that exactly what you wanted? And it was kinda hot to watch. I don't know if I've ever seen you cum that hard or that fast," Isabella purred, biting her lip. She then reached over to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator with a teasing smile. "But I guess I'll have to help myself to that second orgasm, huh? Will you at least assist me?"

Exhausted but eager to help, Adam resigned himself to passively playing with Isabella's tits, and kiss and nibble at her neck, while she vibrated her sensitive clit to another climax in record time.

Part 4: New Beginnings

From then on, over the next few months, their relationship slowly transformed and evolved. With every session engaging in the fantasy, Isabella grew more comfortable in acting out the role of being a communal slut, as well as feeding Adam lines that were teasing, condescending, or downright humiliating. Then, in turn, the more her comfort gauge increased, the more often she wished to engage in the roleplay.

She admitted at one point, with bright red cheeks, to regularly consume cuckold porn and erotica when she masturbated, and the fat rubber cock had secured the top spot as her favorite thing in the entire world.

From there, more and more frequently, the gorgeous brunette found the courage to test the boundaries of their dynamic, as well as curiously milking him for every last bit of information on his fantasies. During foreplay, or in the safety of the dark after lights out, or sometimes while wine-drunk after dinner, she'd explore some new musing with him, delving into another scenario she'd discovered or thought of, or some kinky new lines, interrogating him for every dirty little detail that would get him off.

Isabella had also made a habit of teasing him at random intervals. She'd started doing things like pointing out men in public she found attractive, whispering in his ear about how big their cocks probably were and how hard she'd cum riding it. Other times she would do the same with actors in movies and tv-series, and more regularly join him on the couch watching sports, being careful to point out any player she'd grant access to her engaged pussy, and how she just knew their cocks were much bigger and better than Adam's. His favorite thus far had been a basketball game, where Isabella had told an intricate story of them attending the game and her sneaking off at the end into the changing room, treating the entire team to some stress relief while he was outside looking everywhere for her.

They both had ended up cumming at the same time doing that one.

Adam's latest achievement had been to work up the courage to admit his ultimate, nastiest fantasy. He had at last managed to tell his amazing wife-to-be that he genuinely longed for consensual cheating. He wanted her to say it, spit it in his face condescendingly, mocking him with how good it felt. He wanted her to do it for real, to go out dancing with her girlfriends and come back home and make him finger and fuck her sloppy cummed-in twat.

Isabella had been shocked, blushing and stuttering that she did not know if she had it in her to say things that cruel or if she actually could be with anyone else for real. Adam's disappointment had been rather temporary, though, with the discussion having escalated into a very intense love-making session. Isabella had ended up the wettest, wildest, and most vulgar version of herself he'd ever seen and had given clear hints that her morality did not have as much of a say as she had tried to portray.

Either way, did he ever managed to edge her over that threshold or not, Adam was happier than he had ever been. And, as he took a left turn off the main road, serpenting his way down a couple of blocks and onto their street, he was humming merrily to himself. He glanced over at the package he'd collected while getting groceries, feeling all giddy about the purchase.

They'd made it into late March, and not only was the spring weather outside sunny and surprisingly warm, it was also less than a week until Isabella's birthday.

Pulling up into the driveway and killing the transmission, Adam fondled the box, trying not to get an erection only thinking about its content. If this was even half as successful as Isabella's Christmas present, they'd still have an amazing kinky time.

He vacated the car, the box in one hand and the two grocery bags in the other, but as he turned to walk inside, something caught his eye.

The suburban area they'd moved to was on the very outskirts of a medium-sized city, and their house was near the end of the last street, only a couple of cartwheels away from the edge of the forest. At that moment, from the opposite end of the road from where Adam had come from, three figures were closing in. One was his beloved fiancée, looking a bit overdressed for the current temperature, with a padded jacket, winter boots, a wool hat, and a scarf. Beside her strolled their middle-aged neighbor, Mr. Johnson, and on the other end of a leash tightly secured in Isabella's hand strutted his German shepherd, named Klaus.

Adam waited for them to catch up, planting a kiss on his beloved's lips and shifting his carry-on around to be able to rub Klaus over the head.

"What is this?" Adam joked. "I go to the store for a few minutes, and you steal my fiancée?"

"Oh, I must argue that it was rather the opposite way around," Mr. Johnson laughed. "When she saw us going for a walk, she demanded to come along."

"Oh, I wasn't a burden, was I?" Isabella asked, looking worried.

"Of course you were," Adam teased. "Now Mr. Johnson is going to pack up and leave all because of you."

"No, I was just outside prepping to plant some seeds, and I saw them and-"

"Aw now, I was just joking," interrupted Mr. Johnson. "I was more than happy to have some company."

"See!" Isabella huffed at her fiancé. "And if SOMEONE agreed to get a dog already, I wouldn't have to consider kidnapping the neighbor's."

"Well, then I hope you don't get one for a while." Mr. Johnson smiled, claiming the leash and leading his reluctant companion away from the friendly couple. "Klaus loves the attention, and I don't mind having a beautiful young lady to converse with."

They said goodbye and walked back inside, where they undressed and began unpacking the groceries. Though having riled himself up in the car with thoughts of the gift, Adam could not keep his hands in check. Before even all the refrigerants were safely stored away, he gave up on trying to contain his horniness and went in for the prize.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Isabella asked as he curled his arms around her, sounding as if she had yet to make up her mind on whether to be amused or annoyed by the sudden interruption.

"So, what were you guys doing in the woods?" Adams asked in return, cupping her breasts and ignoring the first question.

"Walking Klaus?"

"Mhm? I drive to the store, and you immediately go out and search for another man?"

"Oh, stop it!" Isabella giggled, but she did nothing to deter the hands adventuring in under her shirt. "He's older than my dad."

"Yeah, so?" Adam whispered in her ear, kissing and nibbling on her neck while massaging her tits, harvesting low hisses of pleasure out of the depths of her throat. "I know how hard you get off on age-play porn. Old and young, or even old and older, isn't that right?"

Now, Isabella blushed. "That's not... I mean, I-"

Slipping one hand down her belly and into her panties, Adam pushed his rock-hard stiffy against her ass. "Nuh-uh, missy, no excuses. We both know you'd gladly spread for some mature cock."

"Yeah?" Isabella groaned in teasing retaliation, wiggling her ass against his groin. "And we both know I could have let his middle-aged cock fuck every one of my holes out in the woods without even asking you for permission, and you'd just cum in your pants when I told you."

Adam moaned softly hearing the words, his penis twitching. "Well, did you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, mister?" Isabella taunted, turning in his arms to be able to look him in the eyes. "Maybe I just teased him a little out there and was planning to invite him inside for 'coffee' while my loving, unknowing partner was out on errands?"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Adam pushed his lips onto Isabella's, kissing her aggressively while unbuttoning her pants and bravely liberating her from them. He kneeled momentarily, tasting her rapidly increasing dampness through the fabric of her panties, making her sigh from the subdued stimuli.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson, stop teasing me," Isabella sighed provokingly. "We don't have time for foreplay, or we won't have time to fuck before my stupid fiancé comes home."

Growling from arousal, Adam bounced back onto his feet, ripping his pants and underwear from his body. He shoved his partner onto the edge of the dinner table, forced her legs open, and pushed the swollen head of his prick up against the thin layer of soaked fabric still shielding her gooey cunt.

"Please, Mr. Johnson, stick your cock inside me and defile me. Make me an unfaithful little slut."

Adam almost squirted from her pleading words alone, how she retained almost no shame or guilt in her voice anymore doing these roleplays. It clearly made her just as out-of-this-world horny as it did him.

Pulling also the panties from her body, exposing her dripping wet slit, her eyes and body languish begged for him to enter her. But for a moment, Adam hesitated, thinking.

"What is it, baby?" Isabella asked, sounding worried. "Did I go too far? Did you change your mind?"

"No, baby, God no," Adam assured her. "It's just..."

He backed away from her, having made up his mind, and retrieved the package he had claimed from the post office only an hour or so earlier.

"What's this?" Isabella asked, sounding confused over the strange interruption.

"I actually bought this for your birthday, but... Well, if you'd like to open it early, I think it might be of use."

"Oooh!" Isabella's eyes lit up, and with an eager smile, she tore immediately into the taped-up cardboard. From the depths of the box, wrapped in plastic, a penis-shaped toy in soft silicone was unearthed.

"What is it? A... dildo?" Isabella muses as she frees the toy and confusedly inspects it.

"Not exactly. It's called a penis sleeve. You thread it over your cock kinda like a condom, and secure this strap thing around your balls. It's like an extension, adding both more girth and length."

Isabella only gaped at the sleeve, tracing the realistic veins across its currently sorta flaccid shaft. "So you'd be fucking me, but with a bigger cock?"

"Yeah, or, if we fucked in doggy style, or you had a blindfold, it might even feel like you are being fucked by someone else completely."

"Uh!"

The horny little grunt had been unintentional, but Isabella did not have any time to feel shame over it. She leaped off the table, grabbed hold of her fiancé's hand, and aggressively towed him along into the bedroom. She rid herself of any clothing still attached to her body before she handed Adam the sleeve.

"Put it on right now!" She demanded.

More than willing to comply, he hurried to slide the silicon contraption over his small manhood and secured it around his ballsack.

"Oh, wow," Isabella sighed, biting her lip and fondling Adam's now several times bigger penis. "It feels kinda realistic, too."

"So, you like your birthday present, then?" Adam teased.

"I have a feeling that there is nothing else you can give me that will live up to this," Isabella purred. She crawled onto the bed on all fours, arching her back and exposing herself to him. She then uttered, with a voice dripping with desperate, primal lust, "Now, please, baby, make me feel like I'm being unfaithful to you!"

Pulsating from excitement, his stiffy swelling even more within the contraption, Adam rushed to comply. He retrieved the lube out of the bedside drawer, nearly falling over in the process, and liberally applied the slick substance to his engorged cock. Satisfied, he slid right back up behind his fiancé, slowly splitting her gooey, swollen pussy lips with the tip of his fat silicone head.

"Mmm... put it inside me, please!"

Adam slaps his wife-to-be's round ass, making her gasp in pleasure. "Beg for it then, slut! Beg your old man neighbor to defile your loyal little pussy."

"Please, Mr. Johson," Isabella pleaded, sounding as if her very survival depended on it. "Please stick your fat cock inside my horny cunt and defile me. Fuck me like a disloyal little slut and make me forget about my stupid fiancé and his tiny little prick."

Adam had to bury his teeth in his cheek to not cum just from that sentence. Isabella had repurposed the words he had commanded her with, but with such passion, such eagerness, that it could not just be an act. Barely granting himself enough time to regain his composure, he slipped the oversized head up against Isabella's drooling opening and pushed, forcing her hot walls to stretch to accommodate the fat rod.

"UUugh... fuck yes..." Isabella grunted, grinding her hips back against the unfamiliar fucktool, helping drive it deeper inside her. "Is that only the head that's in?"

"Uh-huh," Adam huffed, watching the hottest moment of his life unfolding before his eyes.

"And you're already reaching deeper inside me and filling me up better than my fiancé has ever done," Isabella purred, not even teasingly, but straight up tauntingly. Her dedication was hotter than anything Adam had ever experienced, although he suspected it was not only him finding immense pleasure in the derogatory dirty talk.

He pushed on, drilling deeper into the horny brunette, stretching her twat even more than the dildo. When the head of the penis sleeve finally maxed Isabella out, a considerable portion of the dick was still outside of her.

"Ooh fuck... It's so fucking big in my fucking pussy... Uughhh fuuuuck!" Isabella whimpered, tossing her head around and struggling to adapt. Adam started to worry he'd overdone it with the thickness of the sleeve.

"Should I pull out and-"

"Don't you fucking dare!" Isabella hissed, sounding almost possessed. "Fuck me! Use me! Make me your slutty fucking whore!"

Thinking he was going to pass out solely from arousal, Adam let slip a feral growl, grabbing his lover's hips with superhuman strength. They were far beyond any gentle build-up or cutesy romantic lovemaking. Without any regard for his fiancée's safety, he pulled back just far enough to not slip out of the gushing slit before he hammered it back into the depths of Isabella's cunt with full force; again, and again, and again.

At first, there was only a sludge of sounds, moaning, grunting, and incomprehensible screaming, accompanied by meaty, sloppy thumping noises, but eventually the rough fucking transformed. Adapting to the massive rod massacring her insides, Isabella eventually got even wilder. She started bucking her hips, aggressively meeting each thrust while shaping her unbridled pleasure into shrieking sentences.

"FUCK ME MR. JOHNSON... AAHH... UUGHH... F- FUCK ME LIKE THE C- CHEATING LITTLE W- WHORE I AM!"

Adam didn't even know he was capable of thrusting this fast or this hard, but somehow, those amazingly hot words drove him to plow Isabella's pussy with even greater intensity.

"YEEES, MR. JOHSON, STRETCH M- MY CHEATING PUSSY WITH THAT FAT C- COCK... AAUUGH... FUCK M- MY CHEATING PUSSY... AAAGHH... F- FUCK MY CHEATING WHORE PUSSY..."

For a moment, Adam blacked out, the orgasm rushing at him like a freight train. He was honestly unsure how he had managed to keep it together for this long, let alone for the first few thrusts. Then when Isabella hurled a hand in between her thighs to start rubbing furiously at her clit, he knew it was over for the both of them.

"I'M GONNA F- FUCKING CUM!" Isabella howled.

"Fuck, me too!" Adam grunted, thrusting himself beyond the point of no return.

"OOH, PLEASE C- CUM INSIDE ME," Isabella screeched desperately, bucking hard up against the fat cock. "I WANNA FEEL YOU F- FILL ME UP LIKE A CHEAP F- FUCKING WH... UUUAAGHHHHH!"

Even with the thick layer of silicone wrapped hard around his stiff little prick, Adam felt Isabella's pussy walls contract. Her entire body started to spasm, and, losing control over her limbs, she drove her head into the mattress, drooling, gurgling, and whimpering.

Cumming just as hard, Adam struggled with applying his final scraps of motor function before also plummeting into infinite pleasure. Pulling out of the orgasming pussy, he peeled the sleeve from his penis with utmost urgency, nearly ripping his balls off in the process. Just as his organ began twitching and swelling, at the last possible second, he managed to plunge his shaft back into Isabella's gooey, cramping fuckhole.

Adam barely reached a third of the way into Isabella as he had done with the sleeve on, and he doubted, with her being this stretched out, that she could even feel him stirring inside her. But, if anything, that only made the sensation better when he released, squirting his seed into the unprotected, gushing twat. He had never cum inside her without a condom before, and the sensation only heightened the pleasure.

"UUGHH..."

"UUGGHH..."

"UUGGNNHH..."

After what felt like an eternity of orgasming, Adam's wilting penis slipped from the well fucked, cum drenched hole, and he crumbled to the bed panting. Without him supporting her, Isabella also fell over, lying quivering and gasping for air for yet another few minutes more.

"Oh. My. God," she whispered hoarsely after a while, clinging to Adam and drowning him in kisses. "That was insane!"

"I've never seen you like that before," Adam sighed, astonished. "I can't believe you asked me to cum inside you, that was so hot."

"Well, not YOU," Isabella giggled teasingly. "I wanted Mr. Johson to cum inside me, silly. And it'll be fine."

Not sure why she suddenly was so casual on the matter, normally being very adamant on the usage of condoms, Adam guessed she just got too carried away or something. Either way, it had been hot as hell. Not allowed that much more time for musing, nature called.

"Shit, I need to pee."

He stumbled naked through the house to relieve himself. On the way out of the bathroom, Adam rediscovers the remaining groceries, still standing abandoned out in the open. He quickly stashed away the refrigerants before feeling his stomach rumble. So, once this task was finished, he strutted back towards the master bedroom.

"Hey, baby, are you hungry? How about I fix us some-"

He was left standing speechless in the doorway, jaw hanging open. On the bed lay Isabella, not curled up under a blanket in recovery mode as he'd expected, but on her back, legs spread wide. She had claimed a vibrator from the bedside drawer and was casually grinding on the toy as it buzzed against her clit, simultaneously massaging her bobbing tits with the other hand and pinching at rock-hard nipples.

"Mmm, hi there, baby," she moaned, smiling lewdly. "Back from the store, huh?"

"Yeah..?" Adam regarded her, processing the scene. Then, finally, it clicked; she was still in role-playing mode. "Eh, yes, I bought everything on the shopping list. D- did you decide to have fun by yourself?"

Isabella giggled teasingly. "Oh, VERY fun! But I wasn't alone."

Adam felt his heart race and his mouth go dry. He had thought he was done for the day after that first orgasm, but now the horniness dial was back at max. "Wh- what do you mean?"

"Mmm..." Isabella purred, biting her lip, adding a taunting edge to her voice. "Oh, I've been such a bad girl while you were away. See, I invited Mr. Johson over, and I begged him to make me his slut. Fuck, baby, his fat cock was so much bigger and better than yours, it was incredible."

"Ugh..." Adam couldn't help it, the moan just slipped out. Also, he could see Isabella biting her lip again when she saw his cock regrow to be painfully erect. "Y- you let him fuck you?"

"Uh-huh," Isabella agreed, squirming under the toy. "Without a condom, too. Look."

Staring at her pussy, Adam could see the cum dripping out of her freshly fucked hole, and for a moment, he thought he would orgasm again without even touching himself. He had no idea where Isabella was going with this, but he was living his fantasy twice over and gladly played along. "You l- let him cum inside you? But baby, you're not protected."

"I know, but it felt so fucking good," Isabella moaned, slowly scaling up the condescending tone. "But it's an easy fix, baby. You'll just have to come clean this creampie up so that I don't get pregnant."

"What?" Adam felt his face turn red, having not expected the comment.

"Oh, don't be shy now, baby," Isabella taunts, leaning fully into derogatory pleasure. "It's what you want, isn't it? You don't think I've noticed how whenever I leave the room with the dildo all covered in my juices, I come back to it spotless? You want to watch big cocks fuck me and then clean them and suck them hard again for round two, don't you, baby? Don't worry, you can, as long as you clean me up, too. Now, come here!"

Like a well-trained dog, Adam tripped over and fell to his knees by the bed. He watched in awe as Isabella scootched down to place her butt on the very edge and spread her legs, leaving him with a slimy, exposed pussy only inches from his face.

"Go ahead, baby. You wanted to be a little cuck, so be just that and clean this creampie from your fiancée's pussy."

Adam couldn't even think. He was still embarrassed to know that Isabella had figured him out, but also horny out of his mind that she had not only accepted it but seemed to get off on it too. He leaned in and kissed first along her thigh, tasting mostly her. Then he ran his tongue up along the soft, warm skin to replace the vibrator at her glorious opening. He licked across her soiled, puffy lips, for the first time ever experiencing the taste of a man's cum. Enthralled rather than grossed out, he swallowed and licked again and again, his pussy eating getting more intense by the second. Feeling his penis twitch from horniness, Adam grabbed a hold of it and released a grunt of pleasure into Isabella's pussy as he started to jerk off.

"Ooh, good boy. You're being such a good little cuck, baby!" Isabella groaned, grabbing a fist full of his hair to pull him harder up against herself. She threw her head back, moaning, grinding her hips against his face. "You'd like this to be real, wouldn't you? You'd b- be willing to pay real men, with r- AAauughmm... r- real cocks to pleasure me in ways you could o- only dream of, and clean us both up after, w- wouldn't you?"

Unable to speak, Adam rather answered by sliding down an inch or so and plunging his tongue into the depths of Isabella's well fucked twat, making sure to scoop out as much cum as possible and clean her insides as well.

"Mmm yeees, good little cuck," Isabella groaned, racing fast towards another orgasm. "Fuck, I used to hate cheating so fucking much, b- but now it's all I can think about. I- AAauhmm... I can't stop f- fantasizing about big f- fucking cocks fucking me, or- MmAaahh... O- or ways to cheat, or... Mmnghh... Or fucked up things to say to you..."

Adam encouraged her, now going back up to stimulate her clit with as much energy he possibly could muster. It was embarrassing to not know what delivered him the most pleasure, his hand around his cock, licking Isabella's cum-filled pussy, or the words coming out of her mouth.

"You've made me into a nasty fucking slut!" Isabella whined, her pitch increasing. "I don't even want it t- to be just a fantasy a- anymore, baby. I want to fucking cheat on you for real, I- AAgghhm... I d- don't fucking care- Aahh... i- if you take it back- Mmahh... I'm still gonna c- cheat on you, I- Uughh... I fucking NEED to cheat- AAAHH YES, YEEES, BABY I'M- AAAAAUUUUGHHHH!"

Isabella's body locked up, and she arched back against the bed, her cramping thighs clamping around Adam's head and threatening to crush his skull. Her orgasming cunt spasmed against his tongue and squirted their combined fluids into his mouth.

That would have been enough for Adam even without jerking himself off, and he came hard. Almost drowning from the gushing juices, he grunted into the orgasming cunt as he sprayed his second load all over the place; the floor, the side of the bed, his hand, and his thighs. And when his darling fiancée finally released her grip, he tumbled down onto the ground and lay there in a pool of his own cum, jerking the last few squirts onto his own stomach.

******

An unknown period later, the two of them lay cuddling on the bed, exhausted. For a while, they didn't say a word, and Adam just held his wife-to-be tightly, caressing her.

"God," She whispered eventually, not looking him in the eyes. "I always feel so horrible after once I cool down. You don't hate me, do you?"

"Of course not, baby. I love you so much. This was the best day of my life!"

With that, she did meet his eyes, incredulous. Then she giggled. "You are so weird, do you know that?"

"And you don't have any fucked up fantasies, or what?" Adam teased back, tickling her. "Besides, don't pretend that all that was only for my sake."

"Oh, shut up," she giggled again, blushing. She then returned the favor of cleaning p, licking their combined juices from his lips and face.

"Did you mean it?" Adam asked after a while.

She looked at him again, nervously hesitant. "I wouldn't ACTUALLY cheat against your will, you know that, right? I love you too much. But to be honest, you have made me get off hard on the idea of it."

Adam looked at his fiancée, feeling love more overwhelming than anything he had ever felt before in his life. "Baby, I NEED you to be a real, cheating slut!"

Isabella relaxed in his arms, a naughty smile suddenly playing on her lips. "Good, because, fuck me, I DO need it, too. Just tell me what you want your slut to do, baby, and I'll do it."