Addy's Little Cuck Pt. 02

Ch 7: Nathan

Monday morning, everyone was congratulating us. Addy seemed proud every time someone commented that we made a "cute couple." I tried to match her excitement, but the fact that she'd slept with Paul -I couldn't stop thinking about it..

Then he walked in.

He sauntered over to Addy's desk. "Morning, Addy. Have a good weekend?" His grin was wide and, I thought he looked like a real asshole.

Addy laughed, a bright, tinkling sound. "I did, Paul. Thanks."

He smiled as he checked out her body. "You have a glow that suits you." He let his eyes drift over her, lingering on her cleavage. I watched from my cubicle, a dull ache forming in my chest

Later that morning, I saw Addy and Paul chatting by the coffee machine. Addy was leaning towards him, her hand touching Paul's arm. I didn't like the look of his flirty smile. The conversation stopped when I walked in. Addy was blushing as she finished fixing her coffee.

Ch 8: Addy

We were cuddled on the sofa that evening, -comfortable in the silence and each other's presence. But tonight, my mind was elsewhere. I kept thinking of Paul, his body and his strength. I loved Nathan, truly I did. He was sweet, and kind, and adored me. But the sex with Paul... the thought of never experiencing that again was unbearable.

I shifted in Nathan's arms, turning to face him. "Nathan," my heart was racing with anxiety.

"Yeah, Baby?"

"I've been thinking," I continued, trying to find the right words. This was so delicate. "I love you, Nathan. You know that, right?"

He looked worried. Did he know what was coming? "I know, Addy."

"But..." I hesitated. "What happened with Paul, I've been thinking about it a bit."

Nathan's face was pale. He waited for me to continue.

"I don't want to lose what we have, Nathan," I said, reaching for his hand. "You're everything to me. But the cuck roleplay is really hot right? Should we do it again?" I felt dishonest presenting my urge to be with Paul as our shared kink.

Nathan's face gave me no clue what he was thinking.

I was whispering now, "What if I saw him again? We could keep this thing going. It's sexy right?"

My heart pounded in my chest. I loved Nathan so much, but the thought of giving up the intense, animalistic sex with Paul felt like denying a part of myself. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

"I know it turns you on." I kissed him. He was shy at first then accepted my invading tongue. I touched him and wasn't surprised that he was hard. "See, Nathan. You want this."

I lightly touched the little erection. "You're so hard Nathan. So much precum." I wasn't exaggerating, the front of his boxers were soaked. "I'm so happy you love this game. Look, just the idea of it has you on the edge. I've hardly touched you." I traced little circles on the underside of his dicklette. The tiny member began pulsing under my touch. "Think about being my supportive little cuck, baby. Think about how kinky and exciting it will be." He moaned and shot his spunk into my hand.

Ch 9: Nathan

I was trying to focus on my spreadsheets, but my attention kept drifting to Addy's desk. I thought about what I'd agreed to. What kind of guy lets his girl see a bastard like Paul? Was I the biggest loser ever?

She was on the phone, her voice lower than usual, and a playful smile danced on her lips.

Then I heard Paul's booming laugh from across the room. Addy was talking to him. That biting jealous feeling surfaced in my stomach. I subtly angled my chair so I could see them better, pretending to review some documents on my screen.

Addy hung up the phone and turned to Paul, who had ambled over to her workstation.

"So," Addy said, her voice soft but carrying just enough for me to hear, "what are you doing Friday night?"

Paul leaned against her desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why do you ask, Addy?" His grin was cocky, like he already knew where this was going.

Addy's cheeks flushed slightly. "Just curious. You know, making plans for the weekend." There was a subtle desperation in her tone that didn't sit well with me.

"I think Friday night might be open. Not sure." His eyes lingered on her a moment too long. "Depends on the company."

Addy's smile widened a fraction. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could... catch up."

Catch up? That's what they were calling it?

Paul chuckled and acted like he hadn't caught on to her question. He was enjoying this, I could tell -enjoying making her ask for it.

Addy's tone became a little more insistent. "You know what I mean, Paul." Something twisted uncomfortably inside me.

Paul finally pushed himself off her desk, taking a step closer. "Yeah, Addy, I think I do." He lowered his voice. "I thought you had a boyfriend."

Addy's gaze flickered down for a moment before meeting his again. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that I rarely saw.

Paul's grin widened even further. He reached out and touched her arm, his touch possessive. "Well, lucky for you, I can probably pencil you in." He leered at her, letting his eyes roam over her body.

The jealousy was a burning acid in my gut, but mixed with that jealousy was a shameful, unwanted arousal. There was something about Paul's blatant confidence, the way he knew how eager Addy was for his attention, that turned me on. I hated myself for it. I hated that I was getting hard watching him stare at her body, watching the woman I loved grovel for his attention.

Addy laughed, a slightly breathless sound. "So, is that a yes?"

"Friday night. Make sure you clear it with your BF." Paul's eyes locked on hers. "I'll let you buy me dinner."

I looked away, the whole thing was suddenly too much to bear.

Ch 10: Nathan

Addy was a vision. Chubby, yes, but with the softest, most inviting curves. Her breasts were full, resting gently above the slight roundness of her tummy and the little love handles above her panty line. She was a rubenesque goddess.

She held up a slinky black dress. It would hug every inch of those delicious curves. "Do you think this is too much?" she asked.

I imagined Paul's hands on her. "No," I managed, my voice tight. "It looks... great." Too great for that asshole.

Next, she held up a more modest blouse and skirt."What about this?" She decided before I could reply. "No, I think he'd like the dress." She looked so sexy slipping it on. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Does it make me look fat?" I wondered if she was this anxious about her looks when we started dating.

"You look amazing, Sweetheart. Irresistible."

"You think so?" She fussed over the image in the mirror. "I need to go on a diet."

"You're perfect." She let me take her in my arms. I kissed her neck so as not to mess up her makeup.

"I'd better get going." She turned around to show off the final product. "Looks okay?" I could tell she was nervous. "Don't wait up for me."

My jaw tightened. "You look great."

She hesitated for a moment, then reconsidered, "Actually, could you pick me up later? I'll text you when I'm ready to leave."

A strange mix of relief and dread washed over me. So, she wasn't planning on staying the night. That was... something. But it also meant I would have to wait, stewing in my thoughts, until she was done with him.

"Yeah, sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just text me."

Then she was gone, the click of the door echoing in the suddenly silent apartment.

I stood by the window, watching her ride off until the little Uber disappeared around the corner. The wait had begun -a long, agonizing wait filled with images I didn't want to conjure, and the persistent, shameful thrum of arousal that I couldn't shake. I reached for my phone, already anticipating her text.

Ch 11: Addy

I chose a dimly lit out of the way restaurant where I didn't think we'd ever run into someone who knew us. Paul leaned back in his chair, his arm were thick and looked like they could rip the tight Polo shirt.

"So," his voice was a low rumble, "you cleared your little rendezvous with your boyfriend, then?"

My mouth was dry. "He knows I'm out." I avoided direct eye contact, fiddling with my water glass.

Paul reached across the table, his fingers briefly brushing mine. "And does 'knowing you're out' mean he knows who you're out with?"

I felt a blush creeping up my neck. "He knows I'm meeting a friend."

"A very good friend," Paul corrected, his eyes burrowing into me. "One who makes you feel... things."

He leaned closer. "Tell me, Addy, when we fucked. how did it compare to being with Nathan?"

I hesitated, glancing around the restaurant before lowering my voice. "It's... different."

"Different how?" he pressed, his gaze intense.

"Fuck. I don't know. It was intense. More intense than any sex I've had."

He leaned further forward, his voice dropping even lower. "Tell me specifically, Addy. Be honest."

I scanned the room for the waitress, then whispered, "I've never come like that. Is that what you want to hear?"

A surge of satisfaction coursed through Paul. He savored the way her eyes flickered down my body and back up. "He can't make you feel like that, can he? No chance."

I nodded. My cheeks were flushed.

"And he's so much smaller than I am, isn't he?"

My voice was barely audible. "Yes."

He nodded slowly. "Good. I like knowing that." He eyed me like a hungry wolf. "Does Nathan know that you prefer a different size?"

"Yes. I've mentioned it." Paul was surprised by my answer.

A slow smile spread across his face. "He knows? And he's still okay with you being here with me?"

I shifted in my seat. The perversity of our conversation was turning me on. "It's complicated."

"Complicated how?" Paul pressed, leaning forward again, genuinely curious now. "Does he know the specifics? How much did you tell him?"

I hesitated, then met his gaze. The taboo topic was getting to me. My nipples were hard and my cheeks were flushed. "He knows," I hesitated. "He knows everything."

Paul chuckled softly, a low, appreciative sound. "That must bruise little Nathan's ego." He found the thought undeniably appealing. "Does it turn you on, Addy? Knowing that he knows?"

"Maybe a little."

"You prefer my big cock, to get you off because your boyfriend can't. I like that." Paul made sure the waitress overheard him. She paused for a second before regaining her composure. Paul smiled at her. Flirted. What an asshole.

I needed to move things along. This was too much. "Paul," I didn't care that the waitress was still nearby, eavesdropping. "Take me back to your house "

A triumphant smile spread across Paul's face. "Is that what you want, Addy?"

Ch 12: Nathan

The silence in the apartment was a heavy blanket. I paced the length of the living room. What were they talking about? Was he touching her? Had they already fucked? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the images that clawed at the edges of my mind.

I picked up my phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, staring at Addy's contact. Should I text her? What would I even say? "Are you having fun?" The sarcasm felt bitter on my tongue. Fuck. I was pathetic.

My gaze drifted to the bookshelf, landing on a recent photo of Addy and me. She was laughing, her arm linked through mine, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Had she already been thinking about Paul then?

I had actually agreed to let the woman I loved go out with that asshole. What kind of idiot does that? A desperate one, I supposed. A perverted one who is turned on by being a cuckold. A small man, so afraid of losing her that he'd cling to whatever scraps she was willing to offer.

The shame was a physical ache. My earlier arousal, the unwanted stirring I'd felt watching Paul leer at her, intensified with the images now flooding my mind. Addy in that black dress, Paul's hand on her body, the couple sharing a passionate kiss. I felt the shame and humiliation twist themselves into a growing arousal. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the knot of anxiety in my stomach, but the unwanted thoughts were irresistible.

I walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. With a sigh of self-loathing, I unbuckled my belt. Shame washed over me as I rubbed my hard penis with two fingers and my thumb. I imagined her kissing him, his cock entering her hot pussy, her moans of ecstasy. My fingers were a blur. I closed my eyes. His huge cock was stretching her perfect little pussy. My own tiny penis was hidden in the blur of my masturbating fingertips. I groaned and splattered the sink with my load.

Chapter 13: Addy

"Ready for your present, Addy?" Paul's voice was a low rumble.

A nervous anticipation flickered within me. "Present?" I asked, a little confused.

Paul gave me a slow, coy grin, his eyes flicking downwards. It took a moment, but then understanding dawned, and a wave of heat rushed through me. I reached out, my hand feeling his bulge. The sheer size of him was immediately apparent, a stark difference from Nathan. He was thick and long, pressing firmly against my palm.

I lowered his zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear and the massive cock flopped out of the opening. I admired his cock. The smooth skin stretched taut, the prominent ridge running along the length, the way the head flared, thick and heavy. It was undeniably masculine, powerful. My pulse quickened, a thrill of arousal coursing through me.

"Well, Addy?" Paul murmured, his eyes locked on mine. He stepped out of his trousers.

My fingers tightened slightly. I traced the underside with my thumb, feeling the taut veins beneath the skin. He was growing harder, throbbing in my hand.

The realization hit me fully. This was his present. And it was... overwhelming. So much bigger than what I was used to.

I cataloged every curve, every ridge, every dimension in my mind. The impressive length, the substantial girth. It was a stark visual and tactile reminder of the "difference" we had spoken about. The weight of his heavy member in my hand was intoxicating.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Addy," Paul urged, his voice thick with anticipation.

I looked up at him, my lips slightly parted. The arousal was a tangible thing now. "I'm thinking..." I swallowed, my gaze dropping back down to what I held. "That Ive never been more excited to unwrap a present before."

A satisfied smile spread across Paul's face.

I kissed the head of his cock. "It's... a lot to take in."

"In more ways than one, I imagine," Paul murmured, his eyes gleaming. "Get a good feel, Addy. It's all yours to explore."

Paul watched me, a smug satisfaction in his eyes. "A lot to take in," he echoed softly. "Especially when you compare it to... Nathan, isn't it?"

My fingers explored the length of his cock. A wave of guilt washed over me at the thought of Nathan, but the sheer masculinity of what I held in my hand was too much to ignore.

"Tell me, Addy," Paul continued, his voice low and persuasive. "Be honest. What's the first thing that strikes you about the difference between us, physically?"

I hesitated, my gaze flicking up to meet his before darting back down. "The size of your cocks." I felt a knot of discomfort in my stomach. It was wrong to speak of Nathan this way.

"The size," Paul repeated, drawing out the words. "Be more specific. In what way is mine different?"

He wasn't going to let this go. I took a breath. "You're... significantly larger. Longer and thicker."

"Significantly," he echoed, a hint of triumph in his tone. "And how did that difference feel when we fucked?"

I swallowed, the memory of our previous encounter flashing through my mind. "You filled me in a way that Nathan doesn't." The words felt like a betrayal, hanging heavy in the dimly lit room.

Paul leaned closer. "Think back, Addy. To the last time you were with Nathan. Can you picture him?" He paused, letting the contrast settle in. "Tell me about the difference in our girth."

My cheeks flushed. "You're much thicker," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Much thicker," he repeated, clearly enjoying this. "And when he's inside you, do you feel him?"

I hesitated again, torn between guilt and the undeniable truth of my physical reactions. "Not like you."

"And what about the length?" he prompted. "Is there a noticeable difference there too?"

I closed my eyes briefly, a mental image of Nathan forming. "Yes," I said softly. "You're longer."

"Considerably longer?"

I nodded, my hands stroking his prodigious length. "There's no comparison."

He led the way into his bedroom. As he walked ahead of me, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly onto a chair.

My gaze lingered on his back. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to a lean waist. The muscles moved smoothly beneath his skin with each step he took. I hadn't studied him naked like this before. Paul's body was amazing. There was a raw, athletic power in his build. A light sheen of sweat from the evening still clung to his skin, catching the soft light from the bedside lamp.

He turned and watched as I unbuttoned my dress, letting it slide to the floor. When I stood before him in just my lingerie, he reached out and traced the curves of my body. His finger outlined the dark areola around my hard nipples, circled my belly and followed the lacy trim of my panties. He cupped my pussy in his hand and grinned as he felt the wetness that had spread into the fabric. I blushed.

As he leaned down to kiss me, my fingers closed around the thick shaft of his hard cock. It pulsed in my grasp, hot and heavy, and the memory of how good he felt, flooded my senses.

His mouth pressed onto mine, firm and insistent. The scent of him was a potent aphrodisiac. His tongue tangled with mine, a primal dance that sent shivers racing down my spine. It was a stark contrast to Nathan's gentler kisses, this was raw, urgent, and thrilling.

My hand moved up and down the length of him while we kissed, the feel of his cock igniting a fire within me. He groaned deeply into the kiss, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh at my waist.

He pushed me gently onto the bed and followed me down, his body pressing against mine, his magnificent erection nudged against my thigh through my thin lingerie. His hands roamed freely, cupping my breasts, sliding down my thighs. I arched against him, a needy whimper escaping my lips, my hand still stroking him. He stepped back and I raised my hips as he removed my panties.

Then he was inside me.

The sensation was overwhelming, instantly familiar, and utterly addictive. He filled me completely, a stretching, intense pressure that echoed the incredible feeling from our first time.

Yes, this was it. This was the drug I craved. Paul, the dealer, and his magnificent cock, the fix that had compelled me to return. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust, and then his pace quickened.

Each thrust was deep and powerful -every inch a world of sensation. My moans filled the room. This was different. This was... more. The raw physicality of it, the sheer size of him inside me, was intoxicating, just as I remembered. The size of him. The strength. The athleticism of his thrusting. The way Paul fucked me was incomparable.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The world narrowed to just the two of us, the rhythmic sounds of our bodies, his hard as steel, mine soft and compliant. He hit a spot deep inside me, and a wave of pleasure washed over me, so intense it almost felt like pain. I cried out, my nails digging into his back. He groaned in response, thrusting harder, faster.

The sensations built, spiraling higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge. And then, the world exploded. A series of intense contractions wracked my body, and I cried out again, my head thrown back.

Paul remained still inside me, and even in my post-orgasmic haze, I could feel his continued hardness, the impressive rigidity of him still filling me. A silent testament to his remarkable stamina. I lay there, breathless, my body humming.

He lifted his head slightly and looked down at me, a slow, undeniably cocky smile spreading across his lips. It was infuriating. He knew the effect he had on me. He knew how good this was. And the infuriating part? He was right.

Slowly, my senses returned, the feel of his body pressed against mine, the unyielding weight of him deep within me.

Then, he began to move again.

This time it was different -slower and more deliberate. Each movement was a sensual exploration that reignited the embers of my desire. He withdrew almost completely, then slid back in, the fullness of him satisfying a delicious ache. This wasn't the frantic pace of before, but something more intimate. He seemed intent on drawing every last drop of pleasure from me. My hips began to move instinctively, meeting his slow, deep thrusts.

As the heat began to build again, I admired his body. He was athletic, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing with each movement. His skin glistened, catching the dim light of the room. He was, undeniably, the kind of man women dream of. My hands, which had been gripping his shoulders, now slid down his back, marveling at the taut, corded muscles beneath my fingertips.

My head fell back against the pillow. A soft moan escaped my lips as the pressure built. And then, with a soft cry, I crested again, the pleasure less explosive this time, but deeper, more drawn out. Paul continued his slow, sensual thrusts until his urgency increased again.

Then he bit his lip as his climax approached. His pace increased and I could hear the obscene sound of his cock in my wet pussy as he pounded me. I begged for him to come inside me. The bedsprings shook and the headboard slammed against the wall. Sparks exploded behind my eyeballs. His cock pulsed inside me. He flooded my pussy with his load.

We lay tangled together, slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. A profound sense of sated contentment washed over me. The sex with Nathan was sweet, tender. But this... this was animalistic, primal, and undeniably the best sex I had ever had. The memory of it had tortured me for a week, and now, experiencing it again, I knew I was hooked.

Chapter 14: Nathan

The text came just after midnight. "Ready."

The drive to Paul's house felt like it took an eternity. Each red light, each turn, amplified the images I couldn't shake. When I finally pulled up to the curb, Addy was already waiting on the porch.

Her hair was disheveled, and her dress, looked like it had been hastily put back on. As she got into the car she gave me a gentle smile.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice a little husky.

"Hey," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

The silence in the car was thick. I could feel her gaze on me a few times, but I kept my eyes on the road. When we got back to her apartment, she moved slowly, a slight grimace on her face as she sat down on the sofa.

"Long night?" I asked, the question sounding sharper than intended.

She nodded, leaning back against the cushions. "Yeah. It was..." She trailed off, a small sigh escaping her lips.

I busied myself in the kitchen, getting her a glass of water. When I returned, she hadn't moved.

"You okay?" I asked, handing her the water. Our eyes locked and I felt an urge to kiss her.

She reached out to take my hand. "Did you miss me while I was gone?"

"Of course I did."

"Were you jealous? I'll bet it was a long night. Take advantage of your alone time?" She smiled at me. This was part of a new game.

"I was very jealous. You were all I could think of."

She motioned for me to sit next to her. We began to kiss. She kissed my earlobe and chills ran up my spine. "Be honest, Nathan, did you jerk off while I was gone?"

I took a deep breath. She was watching my expression. I nodded. It was embarrassing to admit.

She took my hand and moved it below the hem of her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. "Next time we're going to have a rule. I don't want you doing that." My fingers explored the contours of her pussy.

She kissed my neck as I fingered her. "Be gentle, okay?" her head rested on my chest as my fingers explored her. She felt hot and swollen.

After a while she shifted away from me to lay back against the armrest. She pulled her dress up around her waist and draped one leg over the back of the sofa. Her hot pussy was lewdly on display. My cock was rigid.

Her gaze flickered downwards, and ran a finger through her pussy. "I need your tongue, baby. I'm really sore. Be gentle, okay?"

I leaned forward and kissed her swollen mound. Her scent was a heady mix of her natural musk, something sharper and undeniably male, and a faint sweetness. It was Addy, but also... him. The knowledge was a punch to the gut, yet the intimacy of the act, the taboo of tasting her arousal -the thought of it aroused me like nothing else.

The act of cunilingus was both intimate and deeply humiliating. I was tender and nurturing and she sighed with contented approval. I was dying to fuck her.

When I finally pulled away, my mouth was wet, carrying her scent and his. I looked up at her. Her eyes were half-closed, a dreamy expression on her face.

"Nathan?" she murmured, her voice still a little thick with sleepiness. "Would you mind pouring me a bath? I still don't feel quite myself."

"Of course, baby," I said, my voice softer now.

I helped her into the bathroom, running a warm bath. I gently helped her undress, my gaze lingering for a moment on the red marks on her body where he had grabbed her roughly.

She eased herself into the water and I knelt beside the tub, taking a washcloth and gently bathed her. I washed her shoulders, her arms, her back, careful and attentive. She closed her eyes, a look of relaxation spreading across her painted lips.

As I washed her, her hand reached out and gently unzipped my pants. I swallowed hard. Her fingers, damp from the bathwater, brushed against my erection. A jolt of electricity shot through me.

"What is this little thing?" she teased as her fingers stroked me through my underwear.

The moment was excruciatingly arousing. The tenderness of bathing her, the sight of her body, and the ever present image of Paul making love to her. My excitement was cresting.

Her touch was feather light. She knew exactly how to make me hard, even now, after I'd recently cum. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of her fingers on me, on my hands exploring her soft curves and washing her skin.

Her fingers moved faster, and I groaned softly. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable. I was so close, too close.

"He made me come so hard, Nathan," she whispered, her voice a breathy sigh. "Thank you for being my cuck boyfriend. I had the best night."

The words were my undoing. The image of her climaxing in Paul's arms, the imagined sound of her moans, pushed me over the edge. I came quickly, a shuddering release that left me weak and trembling.

She withdrew her hand, her fingers slick with my semen. She looked at me, her expression unreadable. Then she licked my seed off her fingers.

I turned away, shame washing over me.

I finished bathing her in silence. I helped her out of the tub and dried her gently with a fluffy towel. I dressed her in one of her softest nightgowns, the cotton a comforting contrast to the slinky dress she had worn earlier.

I led her back to the bedroom and tucked her into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She looked small and fragile in the large bed.

"Thank you, Nathan," she whispered.

I sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her hair. "Get some rest, Addy."

I stayed there until her breathing deepened into the even rhythm of sleep, then I quietly slipped out of the room.