My Cuckold Fantasy

It was date night with my boyfriend while my husband had a boys' night here at the house, and I was in the bathroom getting ready. My hair was done, and my makeup was almost finished. I stood in front of the mirror, finalizing the last step, applying my lipstick, when my husband walked in and stopped to stare.

"Wow. He's in for a treat tonight!" my husband said as he looked me over from behind. I was wearing a tight red dress, hiding a matching black bra and thong set. "Will you tell me about it later?" he asked, making eye contact with me in the mirror before casting his eyes down.

"Only if you're a good boy," I responded as I turned and draped my arms over his shoulders, pressing my soft body against his. Even through my dress and his jeans, I could feel the firm cage that I kept his cock locked in. There was no question about his fidelity, but the cage kept him on his toes, making him the perfect submissive husband. I breathed at his neck, "If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll even send you a picture or two."

A soft groan escaped from his lips as his hands roamed over my body, touching my voluptuous ass, plump belly, and big tits. "How can I prove myself worthy tonight?" he asked me.

"Tonight, you're going to tell your friends that your wife is out on a date with another man, and not only do you know it, but you also love it," I purred back into his ear. I'd toyed with the idea for a while, making him tell his friends about the nature of our marriage: "I want you to secretly record the conversation so I can hear everyone's genuine reactions."

I knew the challenge would embarrass him, but more importantly, I wanted his friends to know. I wanted to plant the seed in their minds that our marriage is open.

"Wha... what..." he stuttered, clearly shocked.

"Are you going to make me repeat myself?" I asked, my voice changing from a seductive purr to stern and dominant.

"I can't tell the guys I'm a cuckold! I'll be the laughing stock of the table! You know they'll never let me live this down!" My husband was lacking a spine. He's lucky to have me.

"So don't act ashamed of the fact. Own it. Who cares if you're a cuck?" I countered, already bored with the conversation. As I picked up my phone, I saw a text message from my boyfriend that he was running half an hour late and had already called the restaurant to update the reservation.

"Besides, it looks like I'll still be home when the boys start showing up in a couple of minutes. My boyfriend just texted me that he's running a little late." I said before giving him a chance to push back further on the task. "Your friends aren't stupid. If they see me in this dress, they'll know I'm not just going out with the girls."

I returned to the mirror, sliding some earrings in. I could see the panic in his eyes even in the reflection, but he knew the conversation was over. His task for the evening was clear.

It was a few minutes later that the doorbell rang and my husband walked out of the bathroom to let the first of his friends in the door.

I finished getting ready, making sure I had everything I needed in my handbag and checking my reflection one more time. I was ready, except for my shoes. Male voices filled the living room as I grabbed a pair of heels and walked to the front of the house.

I was instantly greeted by my husband's friends, all of whom stopped chatting long enough to greet me and discreetly check me out. I pretended not to notice their eyes on me as I pulled my husband to the side and watched him get on his hands & knees before me so he could put my shoes on for me.

A semi-public act of submission. I was impressed. I only ever told him to put my shoes on for me in private. He kissed each leg after finishing, then got up and offered me a hand. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before whispering, "Keep it up and you'll earn yourself more than just a story and a picture later" in his ear.

While my husband's back was turned to his friends, they didn't try to hide their stares. They watched the entire moment unfold, only noticing the quiet when the doorbell rang once more. My boyfriend had arrived to pick me up.

"Have fun, boys!" I said, walking out the door.

I greeted my boyfriend with a deep kiss, my lipstick transferring to his lips before he wrapped an arm around my waist and walked me to the car, opening the door for me and letting me to settle in before closing it behind me and walking around to the driver's side.

As usual, my boyfriend had planned a perfect date for us, starting with dinner at a quiet, dimly lit steakhouse, followed by drinks at a nearby cocktail lounge. Conversation flowed easily with him throughout the evening, and as we arrived at his flat afterwards, I was ready to show him what I was wearing underneath.

Our chemistry was explosive. The moment we walked in, our hands were on each other as our lips locked. Every week, we had one evening together for a date, and every week, the moment we were in private, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was like the date part of the night was foreplay, all leading up to this. His tongue sliding into my mouth as my hands gripped his shirt, pulling him in closely against me, his hand sliding up my thick thighs.

My boyfriend knew his place in my life: for one night a week, I was his and he was mine. We were friends first, chatting regularly between our weekly visits. I'm sure we could have seen each other more often, and occasionally we did, but weekly also felt perfect.

Our relationship was far different than the one I had with my husband. My boyfriend and I had a power play, both of us equally dominant, both of us equally hungry for pleasure. What happens when two pleasure dom/mes fuck? They each try to out fuck the other, delivering as much pleasure as possible to one another. That's what my boyfriend and I were. That's what we gave one another, week after week, never tiring of the excitement of each other's touch.

Tonight was no different.

As my boyfriend's hand slid up my pillowy thigh and found my panties, I moaned in his mouth, spreading my legs ever so slightly so he could continue. I moved my hand down from his shirt to his belt, pulling it open without our lips ever breaking the kiss. I felt his cock growing through his pants as I undid the button and zipper on his pants, my hands knowing exactly what I needed to do to get what I wanted.

His fingers softly rubbed me over my panties, building the heat between my legs as I pushed his pants down, letting his cock spring free. His other hand moved to my hair, gently pulling it as he moved his lips from mine and started kissing his way down my neck.

I knew he was trying to take control, so I took it back and pushed him away from me. With one hand still wrapped around his cock, I started to back away, lightly pulling him with me. A wicked smile on my face as I walked us into the living room before pushing him onto the couch. 


"You're mine tonight," I said as I stood up. I let my dress fall to the floor, leaving me in the matching black bra & thong and heels in front of my boyfriend. His eyes looked feral as he took in my plump body.

"So take me," he replied as I slid down before him, pushing his legs open to make space for me between them. His cock was standing at attention before me as he watched me start stroking his cock. He had a perfect cut cock, a mushroom head that hit all the right places, and tasted delicious. I looked up at him as I took his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck, you look good," he said as he grabbed his phone to take a picture. He knew I shared pictures with my husband sometimes, and was happy to help remind my husband of what a cuck he was. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, pausing only momentarily for pictures. I worked his cock in my hand and mouth as enjoyed the view.

After a few more minutes of sucking his cock, I popped it out of my mouth and stood up, his eyes glued on me. I turned and left the living room, slowly walking, glancing over my shoulder at him as I sauntered into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As soon as I was no longer in his range of vision, I could hear him getting up off the couch to follow me.

As I drank the glass of water, I felt him come up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass as he wrapped his arms around my soft belly, softly gripping my big belly. After finishing the water, I put one hand up on the back of his head behind me, pulling his face towards my neck, where he started kissing, licking, and nibbling. I could hear a feral growl leave his throat as he began to dry hump me, his cock sliding up and down between my plush ass cheeks.

I needed more of him.

I started moving my hips against him as one of his hands slid up my belly to my tits while the other slid down to my pussy. "I could take you right here," his voice deep but quiet in my ear.

"So do it," I purred back, wanting to feast on the pleasure I knew he'd deliver. His strong arms moved quickly, turning me around so my front was towards him and my backside pressed against the kitchen island. With seemingly little effort, he lifted my plus-size body onto the cold marble countertop and spread my legs.

I lifted my hips to help him pull my thong down, leaving me in just my bra and my heels with my boyfriend's hard cock inches away from my pussy. "Give me what I want," I said, looking down towards his cock as his hands then rang along my inner thighs.

"Don't worry, you'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you", he responded before dipping his head down between my thick thighs. I could feel his breath against my vulva as he teased me, gently kissing everywhere except where I wanted him. I heard him making a popping noise with his mouth, then felt a finger sliding between my labia before spreading me open. His finger slid into my wet hole easily. I was so wet, then sliding my wetness up and down, spreading it around as if it were lubricant.

Then, as his finger returned to my pussy, his lips finally met my vulva, gently using his tongue to caress my clit. My moans started filling the kitchen as my boyfriend slid the finger in and out, adding a second one, all while he licked my clit. His tongue swirled around my clit as my body shook against him. My hips were rocking up and down to meet his movements as I reached my arm down and pulled his face in tighter, fucking his mouth with my clit.

"Then I'll take what I can get," I said deviously as I continued pressing him into my pussy so he could barely breathe. My body started to shake as his tongue worked my clit as best as he could with my firm hand on the back of his head. The two fingers inside of me stopped fucking me and instead started tapping on my g-spot, causing me to orgasm on his face & fingers.

I felt my arm relax, letting go of his head as the orgasm washed over me. We were both breathing hard as he stood up. My legs quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling his hard cock against my wet pussy.

"Don't make me wait any longer," I demanded, my voice quiet and seductive even through the dominance.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he joked as he started to rub his cock against my wetness before finding my hole and guiding it in. He slowly pushed his cock into my pussy, letting me feel every inch as he filled me up. The feeling of his cock always triggered something primal inside me, and I used my legs to start pushing him in and pulling him out. I needed to get fucked. I needed him to fuck me.

As my boyfriend started fucking me right there on the kitchen island, I let him take over, letting my legs stop working as he pumped himself in and out of me. That perfect mushroom tip rubbing the inside of my pussy as he fucked me. Ever the thoughtful lover, he grabbed his phone and took another photo of me. I smiled at the camera as I spread myself as open as I could so my husband could see my pussy being filled.

"What's that cuck bitch doing tonight while I pleasure his wife?" my boyfriend asked me, never once slowing down as he continue to fuck me.

"He's having guys' night," I moaned out. I couldn't help myself. The fact that I was able to form a sentence other than "Don't stop fucking me" or "Yes, that's the spot! Don't stop!", was enough to hint to my boyfriend that he should do more fucking and less talking.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered before wrapping his arms between the countertop and me. He started to lift me, while his cock was still inside my pussy, and then started carrying me towards the bedroom. Feeling his strong arms holding me as he carried me drove me wild. I loved his strength, and my hands often gripped his arms as he fucked me, marveling over the contrast between his hard body and my soft body.

As we arrived in the bedroom, he placed me on the bed before sliding himself out of my pussy. I rolled over onto my front as I got onto my knees, my big butt up in the air towards him. With the opportunity presented to him, he grabbed my ass before sliding his cock back into my wet pussy. My boyfriend fucked me in doggystyle, his hands running along my ass and occasionally grabbing or slapping my ass, belly or tits as he thrust into me.

"Yes, give it to me!" I cried out, going crazy from the long strokes he was using. It didn't matter how I had his cock, the mushroom head always felt amazing inside me.

I felt another orgasm building as he started doing shorter, deeper strokes, focusing his cock on just one spot as I began to moan even louder. Soon enough, I was having another orgasm. I could feel my pussy tighten around his cock each time I came, savoring every inch of his hardness inside of me.

He pulled out again and pushed my body down further into the bed so I was as flat as my plump body would allow me. He carefully bent one of my legs as he got onto the bed, still behind me. I propped the front half of my body up and slightly turned towards him as I felt him slide his cock back into my pussy, feeling it even deeper than before. He pressed his body against mine and leaned over to meet my face as he kissed me.

"I love the way you fuck me," I moaned as the kiss broke.

"You feel even wetter than normal tonight," he responded as he continued fucking me. "I can't get enough of you!"

He started fucking me harder and faster, his cock bottoming out in my wet pussy as I moaned. My mind was empty except for this, nothing else mattered as long as he was fucking me, all I could think about was cumming on my boyfriend's cock again and again and again.

He wasn't done yet, as he carefully moved my body after sliding his cock out. He thought he was going to get me on my back again, but I felt a hunger pulling at me and before he could get me how he wanted me, I positioned myself in front of him and lowered my face to his cock. I slowly licked the tip of his cock, tasting my pussy on him before I started sucking him again.

I didn't stop until I heard him say he was getting close. I loved sucking his cock, but I loved the feeling of him inside me even more. I pulled myself away and settled in on my back with my legs spread on the bed, inviting him inside me again.

The sudden change in position and going from mouth to pussy was enough to keep his orgasm at bay for a few more minutes. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs towards my body, putting me into a mating press as he fucked me with those long, deep strokes that had me appreciating every inch of his cock.

It was then that I orgasmed again, my pussy clenching on his cock so tightly that his body responded by pumping me full of his cum. I could feel him throbbing inside me as his cock emptied into me, my entire body tingling in pleasure. He pulled his cock out and laid down next to me.

"That was amazing," he breathed out, a hand resting on his chest and the other resting on my belly. "Are you going to save that for hubby?" He asked, indicating to the pussy full of cum that he had just given me.

"If he's been a good boy," I responded before telling him about the task I had given my cuck husband. When I finished telling him about the challenge, he asked me what I hoped would come of my husband's friends knowing that I fuck other people.

"I want the next guy's night at our house to feature me as the entertainment," I responded. "And I want you there to help, too. I want you to show them what I like. And I want my husband there, being made to watch as everyone gets to fuck me except him."

My boyfriend had a wicked smile as he turned towards me and pulled me close, turning me onto my side, close against his body. "I would love to be part of the group that gets to lavish you with pleasure in front of your husband," he said before kissing me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hand slide down between my thighs and start caressing my clit.

Just when I thought I was done, my boyfriend had my body shaking again as he continued playing with my clit and kissing me. I couldn't help myself as my hips started moving again, grinding myself against his hand. I felt his cock growing hard again as it pressed against my plush curves.

He rolled himself on top of me again, and I welcomed him by spreading my legs open and pulling him into me. My pussy having barely recovered from the first round, felt extra sensitive and tight as my boyfriend started fucking me again. This time, he fucked me slow and deep, kissing me as my nails dug into his side as I helped guide the speed.

"I want you to show my husband and his friends how to pleasure me," I moaned. "I want you in my pussy while someone else is in my mouth. I want to be bent over my husband's face as you fill me with cum. I want to look him in the eye while your cock is in my mouth or my pussy. I want you and his friends to make me cum over and over and over again, filling my pussy with your cum and then making him lick it out of me."

Every sentence made me get further lost in the pleasure of my boyfriend's cock filling me up. Each sentence made him speed up just a little bit. "That is so hot," he growled into my ear.

I lost it as I fantasized about getting fucked by all of my husband's friends and my boyfriend, as my husband is made to watch. I started cumming on my boyfriend's cock again, this time the orgasm washed over me like the ocean, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down throughout my body. I pulled my boyfriend tight against me as my nails sank into the sink on his back, scratching him as he pumped into me harder.

I lost control of my body as he continued to pump into me. I was shacking, I was moaning, I was digging my nails in deep, I was cumming, and he continued to thrust into me.

We were both lost in the moment, and he started taking slower thrusts while making each thrust rougher than the last. I started seeing a part of my boyfriend I'd never seen before, and I loved it. "That's it, take this pussy. Take it now and take it while my husband watches, wishing he had your size and your skill."

His thrusts were faster, longer, and harder. Our bodies clapped together each time he thrust hard & fast into me. My body jiggled beneath him, taking it all, loving every moment of his lust. I knew I'd be sore tomorrow, but right now this was exactly what I wanted. His speed changed as he sat up and looked at me. He leaned back slightly, angling his hips upwards as he fucked me, hitting my g-spot over and over again.

My boyfriend made me orgasm again, the longest of the entire night. And again, as my muscles clenched around his cock, my orgasm made him cum. He filled my pussy with another load of cum before collapsing on the bed next to me with a smile on his face.

"It's hot how into cuckolding my husband you are," I said, trying to catch my breath. And I meant it. Having him on board, and so clearly aroused by my fantasy, made me anxious to make my fantasy a reality.

A while later, my boyfriend pulled his car into my driveway and turned off the engine before walking around the car to open the passenger door to let me out. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked to the door, and I slid the key in to unlock it. Boy's night had finished, and my husband sat on the couch asleep with the TV remote in his hand.

I turned to my boyfriend, kissed him deeply, and thanked him for another lovely date night. "I'll see you again next week," he said as he left the house and walked back to his car, a wink in his eye as I closed the door behind him.