Becky and I had been together for a year after both escaping dead-end marriages. Our sex life was electric — we’d fuck for hours, experimenting with everything from light bondage to roleplay. I loved pushing boundaries, and one night, tipsy on wine, I confessed my ultimate fantasy: watching her get destroyed by a hung stranger, then reclaiming her sloppy, cum-stuffed pussy while his thick load oozed out around my cock. She laughed at first, saying she was more into girls, but her eyes sparkled. “Okay, cuck-boy. If we’re posting an ad, let’s make it open to big-dicked bulls. But don’t cry when I actually enjoy it more.”
The swingers site ad went up: “Hot couple seeking hung bull for her to play with while he watches. Creampie enthusiasts welcome.” Messages poured in — dick pics, novels of filth, one-liners. Becky scrolled dismissively: “Too small… boring… creepy.” Until Dave’s email.
He recognized her photos instantly. “Becky? From last year? We had some wild nights.” Turns out, while we were “exclusive,” she’d been cyber-fucking him, then phone-fucking, then actually fucking: pub drinks leading to car kisses, then raw pounding on his floor. Multiple meets — blowjobs in parking lots, one deep anal where she came screaming his name. All bareback. All while texting me “goodnight, love you.”
I confronted her, cock throbbing despite the rage. She broke down, then smirked: “I missed getting properly used. Dave’s cock is massive — thick, veiny, hits spots you never reach. I needed it bad. But if you let me see him again… I’ll let you watch every filthy detail next time. Deal?”
I nodded, humiliated and harder than steel.
Their first “reunion” meet was that Friday. She dressed slutty: short black dress, no panties, heels. Kissed me goodbye: “Don’t wait up, cuck. I’ll come home wrecked.” She returned at 1 a.m., hair messy, lipstick smeared, pussy lips puffy and red. She pushed me onto the bed, straddling my face without warning. “Smell that? That’s Dave’s cum still leaking out. He shaved me completely bald first — said he loves tonguing smooth cunt. Then he fucked me raw for two hours. Stretched me so wide I squirted twice. Feel how loose I am?”
She lowered her dripping slit onto my mouth. Salty, thick cum flooded my tongue — his load mixed with her juices. “Lick it clean, baby. Taste what a real man leaves in your wife.” I lapped eagerly, humiliated, as she ground down, moaning: “He’s twice your girth. Made me scream ‘fuck your slut wife harder!’ You love this, don’t you? Your little dick twitching while you eat stranger cum.” She came hard, flooding my face, then slid down to ride me. My cock slipped in easily — her pussy hot, slick, ruined. “Feel his load squishing around you? Pathetic. Cum quick, cuck — add your weak spurts to his.” I exploded in seconds. She scooped the mess, fed it to me: “Swallow every drop. Good boy.”
The next week escalated fast. She texted mid-afternoon: “Dave’s picking me up for ‘clubbing.’ Swingers spot downtown. Stay awake — you might see your wife become the main attraction.” I paced, jerked off repeatedly, imagining her in a dark club, skirt hiked, taking cock after cock.
She burst in at 3:30 a.m., drunk, giggling, dress torn at the hem, thighs sticky with drying cum. Dave trailed behind, smirking, hand on her ass. “Your wife’s a legend tonight,” he said. “First gangbang in years — and she took it like a pro.”
“Years?” I choked.
Becky laughed, dropping to her knees in front of us both. “With my ex, I’d do gangbangs all the time. Gloryholes, parties, bukkake. Loved being the center slut. Didn’t tell you because… well, you’re sweet, but small.” She yanked Dave’s zipper down, freeing his monster cock — 9+ inches, thick as my wrist, still glistening. “Watch how a real bull fucks your wife, cuck.”
She sucked him deep, gagging, drool cascading. Then bent over the couch, ass up. Dave slammed in bare, balls slapping. “Fuck yes! Stretch this married cunt! Pound me like the whore I am!” She came in under a minute, squirting on the floor. He flipped her missionary, legs over shoulders, railing deep. “Beg for my load, slut.” Becky screamed: “Breed me, Dave! Fill your cum-dump wife while my pathetic hubby watches!” He grunted, pumping rope after rope inside her. Cum bubbled out as he pulled free.
“Your turn,” she ordered me. I plunged in — her pussy gaping, overflowing with his seed. Hot, creamy, loose. “Feel that? That’s just the start. At the club, I took five guys. Bareback. One after another. They lined up, fucked me on the couch while everyone watched. Creampies dripping down my legs. I came so hard I blacked out once.” I came instantly, adding to the mess.
But she wasn’t done. “Clean me properly.” She pushed my head between her thighs. I licked — thick globs of mixed cum, her tangy sweetness, his musky load. Dave got hard again watching. Becky mounted him reverse cowgirl, facing me: “Watch closely, cuck. See how deep he goes? How I cream on his fat cock?” He railed her for 30 minutes — she orgasmed endlessly, tits bouncing, calling herself “Dave’s breeding bitch,” “filthy cum-slut,” “your wife’s new favorite cock sleeve.” He finally blasted another massive load, pulling out midway to paint her shaved mound white.
Cum gushed as she dismounted. “Eat it all,” she commanded. I dove in, tonguing her wrecked hole while Dave filmed on his phone. “Smile for the camera, cleanup boy.” She came again on my face.
Dave left with a kiss: “Next weekend, I bring friends. Real gang — eight guys, maybe more. You ready to watch her get properly used?” Becky grinned at me: “Told you it’d be worth it. Now, text the club — tell them your slut wife wants round two.”
Her phone buzzed — Dave’s message: “Great fuck, babe. When will you tell him you’re late this month? Pretty sure that last load knocked you up.”
She showed me, eyes wicked. “Guess the fun’s just starting, cuck. Want to taste what a pregnant slut’s pussy feels like?”
