“Hey,” Mark said plainly, as Tia closed the front door behind him. Tia pushed up on her toes and threw her arms around his shoulders, hungrily greeting him with a long, deep kiss.
“Hey, babe” she cooed at him as she turned to her husband Sam. Sam and Tia both stood at close to six feet tall, but they had to crane their gaze upward to meet their visitor’s eyes this evening. Tia’s long brown hair danced behind along her back, as she turned from husband to lover and back, waiting and watching what happened next.
“Hi Mark!” Sam said through a smile. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable on the couch. I can go get some drinks if you want one.”
“I want a gin and tonic,” Tia said to her husband decisively. Mark added, “That sounds good to me, too.”
Their hands were already starting to roam across each other: Tia’s caressing Mark’s arms and back, Mark’s traveling down Tia’s hips and ass. After lingering together for just a few seconds, Tia turned to the living room couch and invited Mark to sit down. Sam’s heart started to beat much more quickly, as he hid his nervous grin and hurried back to the kitchen counter to make the drinks.
He and Tia had opened their marriage a few years before, well into a long, monogamous, and somewhat sexually stifled relationship. Because their kids still lived at home, they almost always dated partners separately. They had tried the occasional MFM threesome or same-room sex with swinger friends, but hadn’t found anything with group activities that was really worth the logistics to make them happen.
Despite that, their individual dating had brought them both a sexual fulfillment that their marriage was missing. Sam indulged his love of making women cum by eating their pussy—Tia didn’t care for it—and discovered that being pegged was in fact something for him. But what he loved even more was when Tia shared details of her own exploits. Over the past couple of years, Tia’s appetite for novelty had grown immensely.
As Sam turned back to the living room, carrying his wife’s and her lover’s drinks, he saw a taste of the novelty Tia had craved. Her longtime fantasy was to be with a man who obviously and categorically outmatched her physically. Taller, bigger, and stronger. Since she was herself so tall and worked out regularly, this was not easy to find. At Sam’s encouragement, she had set aside the mild social guilt of disqualifying men who were not tall enough or were too lanky, and a few months ago she had discovered Mark.
“Holy shit…” Sam breathed involuntarily as he rejoined the pair. Tia was straddling Mark on the couch, her shirt strewn across the cushion beside her. Mark’s thick, powerful hands were running up and down her back, just below the black strap of the lacy bra that Tia had bought specifically to wear for him. For a second, Sam thought Mark might go ahead and unclasp it right there, but instead the pair on the couch turned back to look at him.
“Everything all right?” Tia asked him with an impish grin.
Sam replied after he set the drinks on the coffee table, “Uh yeah, you two just look so fucking hot right there, and it caught me off guard.” He smiled sheepishly.
Mark returned the others’ smiles. “I guess everything’s going smoothly so far,” he said in a kindly tone. “Anything you want to talk about now, before we get a fuckton more distracting?”
Sam reflected on the question. “Nope, I’m good.” The trio sipped at the gin and tonics he had brought.
Months earlier—before Tia had even met Mark—the married couple had talked the situation over in almost agonizing detail.
“You’ve been so good to me through this, Sam,” Tia had said. “I’m lucky to have a husband who gives me a chance at these fantasies, when I thought they could never happen. How are you? What can I do for you? What do you want?”
Sam had hesitated one last time, before at long last saying it out loud to his wife. “I want to be your cuckold.”
“What, do you mean like just, I keep fucking other men and you stop fucking other women? That is easy enough.”
“No, no, I want more than that. I want you to make me your cuckold.”
“So like a threesome, or you watching me more, or what?” Tia had still been searching for understanding. “I can definitely record more of my dates, it’s not that much trouble.”
“No… well, yes and no… that’s not really what it’s about…” Sam had stuttered.
Tia had looked at him, still confused. “So … you want to stop fucking me and only watch?! I love our sex life. You make me cum every time.”
Sam’s pace of speech had quickened. “No, I still want us to fuck! So… like, when we have threesomes, you’re so generous and attentive to both me and the other guy. When you go out, you take pictures and videos for me. You’re a very sweet and thoughtful person and I love you for it. But in the videos, I can see and hear you with these men. I know your body responds in ways it never does with me. I know you’ve tried so many things you’ve craved or been curious about with them, that you never really asked of me.”
“Well, it’s not better, it’s just diff—“ Tia had tried to interrupt.
“Different, I know,” Sam finished. “That’s fine. But I want us both to own up to it. To the situation. To the fact that I just distract you in group situations, because neither of us has owned up to the fact that being a cuckold—not a swinger or a stag or an open-minded husband—is where I belong. It’s who I want to be. It’s who I am. And I want you to tell me that, in the moment. I want you to indulge yourself while pleasuring these men instead of pleasuring me. If there’s something that you love, that I haven’t given you or can’t give you, I want to hear about it from you. But don’t mince words. It won’t hurt me… much. It will turn me on. It’s what I need. It’s how you indulge me. Because I am your cuckold.”
Tia had paused to think for a long time. “Okay,” she had said finally. “I think we can do that. Anything else?” She had chuckled.
“Can you see about dating a bi guy, or at least someone pretty open-minded? I want to suck his dick while you two make out after having sex.”
Blushing slightly, Tia laughed. “So I just need to find a six-foot-six dominant bisexual guy with a thick cock who wants to fuck a married woman while she tells her watching husband how good the guy is at fucking her? Super easy, barely an inconvenience.”
Now, months later, Sam again took stock of the situation he had quite specifically asked for. Tia and Mark, having put down their drinks, were caressing each other and trading kisses, as they sat next to each other on the couch. They kept at it for a few minutes, only occasionally trading glances with Sam and each other before continuing. After a while, Sam shifted around on the couch and withdrew something from his back pocket.
One of the most fun surprises for both Sam and Tia was Tia’s interest in BDSM, one that she had only discovered or admitted after opening the relationship, instead of during the first decades of their marriage. She had come home to Sam with visible bruises and marks many times over the past couple years, and he loved hearing about how they got there. Very early on, before Tia had actually dated anyone, she had gone on a small shopping spree for lingerie and leather fetishwear. Teddies, fishnets, a leather corset, and a leather choker collar with a ring. It was this last item that Sam retrieved.
Sam watched and waited until he caught Mark’s attention. Then he handed over the collar to Mark with a crooked half-smile. Tia looked back at Sam, and then at the exchange, and a look of excitement flashed on her face. Mark looked at her and said, “do you want me to put this on you?”
“Yes, sir,” Tia breathed. Mark obliged, clasping the collar around her neck, the ring dangling above her chest. When it was secure, she looked back at Sam and breathed deeply in anticipation. All of this had been planned, and almost scripted ahead of time, among the three of them. In previous egalitarian threesomes with other men, everyone felt awkward at times; Tia wondering if Sam was getting enough pleasure, Sam wondering if Tia or the other man were only participating out of obligation, the other man wondering what the limits and expectations of the situation really were.
This way was different, and better. With the little ritual, Sam signaled to Mark that he should feel free to have his way with Tia. He showed Tia that he wanted her to submit to Mark instead of worrying about him. And Tia, by accepting and asking Mark to collar her, showed that she was eager to continue.
All of that had been planned. Sam and Tia had explained to Mark over a group text how they would like the evening to start. Now, Mark and Tia would pleasure each other, and when they wanted Sam to participate, they would tell him what to do. This was all unplanned. Sam wasn’t sure what would happen to him after this; he just wanted Tia to show him how other men satisfied her cravings.
Mark and Tia kissed passionately on the couch next to Sam, their tongues exploring, their hands and legs moving and sliding against each other. Eventually, Tia broke their lips’ embrace and said to Mark, “please, take me to the bedroom.” She turned back to Sam and said, “Stay here. We’ll call for you when it’s time. Listen carefully.”
Sam replied, “Okay,” and watched as his wife got up from the couch, took her lover’s hand, and retreated with him around the hallway corner and into the bedroom.
Our bedroom? Sam thought questioningly, his mind trying and failing to keep pace with his excited heartbeat. The basics of the situation weren’t entirely new. He had definitely stepped back and let his wife have fun with other men, even in their own house and in their own bedroom. Hell, the most common thing to happen in their open marriage was that Tia would go out on her own, and spend the night with another man, bringing only stories and the occasional video back to Sam. He had been living most of a cuckold’s life merely by encouraging his wife to be a hotwife, but there had always been something vaguely lacking. Something missing.
Sam strained to hear what was going on in the bedroom, wondering what it would sound like when he was called for. He didn’t think Tia would keep him waiting for an hour, or anything like that. But since it wasn’t planned, Sam didn’t know what exactly to expect. He could hear rustling, thumping, and a few words, too quiet to be intelligible from the living room. He sighed nervously, tapped his fingers on his knee, and waited.
It seemed like a very long time. Sam finished his own drink, and took a tiny sip of the one Tia had abandoned. He alternated between getting excited and nervous and impatient, and telling himself to be patient and to trust Tia and the situation.
Finally, he heard Tia’s voice. “Sam, honey, come on back.” It had only been three or four minutes.
When he reached his bedroom and caught sight of his wife and Mark, he drew in his breath sharply, but could only muster the single word “wow.”
They were both standing next to the bed. Tia was naked, except for the collar and a thin chain leash attached to the ring. Mark, also naked, held the other end of the leash at his side. He stood behind Tia, towering over her. She had her hand on Mark’s thick, fully engorged cock, stroking it slowly and intentionally with one hand as she looked Sam squarely in the eyes. “What do you think?” Her voice had a hint of self-satisfaction. She could see herself and Mark in the mirror behind Sam.
“My God, you both look… perfect together,” Sam responded.
“Do you see how hard Mark is, babe? Are you excited to see him fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Come over and stand next to me. I want to give you some kisses.” Sam approached his wife. He could feel his face flush, as he noticed Mark looking down at him in the corner of his eye.
Tia gave Sam a few tender, open-mouthed kisses. She took his hand and guided it down past her waist.
“Put your hand on my pussy, Sam. Put your finger inside me. See how wet I am already.” Sam felt her; she was practically dripping down her thigh.
“Oh God,” Sam whispered. His cock ached against the inside of his jeans.
“I want you to take your clothes off, sit on the bed, and watch. You’re a cuck. You’re MY cuck.” Before Sam could move or acknowledge anything, Tia turned away and towards Mark. Her husband at her back, she said to her lover, “I’m yours now, sir.”
Sam took a couple of steps away to start undressing. As he did so, Mark gave the gentlest of downward tugs on the leash and said to Tia in a low voice, “Get down on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”
Tia gasped with satisfaction, “yes, sir” and did as she was told. Mark was simply massive in general, and his thick, erect shaft ended in a purplish head that desperately needed a kiss. For a second, Sam wondered if the tip of Mark’s cock was as big or bigger than Sam’s own pair of balls. It was possible, he thought, as he fumbled out of his clothes.
He watched as Tia gave slow, achingly prolonged service to Mark, as he towered over her. She started with gentle kisses and furtive strokes with her lips and hands, as Mark ran his hands across her shoulders and through her long hair draped around her neck. Mark watched every move that Tia made, and the two pairs of eyes locked every time Tia looked up. Neither paused to talk to or look over at Sam, who took off his clothes and moved to the bed as quietly as he could.
Tia knelt there for a few minutes, her mouth on a mission to please Mark’s cock. Sam saw Mark’s grip on Tia’s shoulder strengthen, and Mark pulled Tia closer to him with the chain leash. Suppressed gagging noises gave way to heavier breathing and strengthened resolve, as Mark’s dick passed deeper into Tia’s mouth, into her throat. Gradually and slowly, Mark started to move his hips back and forth. Sam watched his wife as her lover fucked her face. He brushed away a tiny drop of drool that had formed involuntarily at the corner of his mouth while watching.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Mark crowed between low grunts. “You are such a good little slut for me.” Tia grunted appreciatively, otherwise silenced by the massive cock sliding back and forth down her throat.
Eventually she broke away to gasp, “I love being your little slut. Feed me your cock.”
Mark obliged, tugging on the leash and handling her face a bit more roughly than before. “Goddamn, Sam. Your wife is a fucking perfect slut. Lucky man.” He continued to wordlessly encourage Tia to suck his dick, gently pulling and pushing her head back and forth with his hands and the leash.
After a little while, she stopped to say, “Sam, come over here and stand next to Mark.” Sam felt his face flush. He wasn’t exactly sure about his appetite for humiliation, and he had told Tia that he was interested, but needed things to go slowly. Sam could do nothing other than trust Tia to read the situation.
Sam shifted off the bed and took his place at Mark’s side. His shoulder only came up to the middle of Sam’s upper arm. Sam kept his eyes on Tia, trying and failing to steal a look up at Mark out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to make eye contact with Mark or not, anyway.
The two men looked down at Tia, as she cradled Mark’s cock with one hand, caressing her face with it, while reaching out for Sam’s. The excitement and mental overstimulation had kept Sam’s erection to a modest, only semi-hard state, whereas Mark’s cock dwarfed Sam’s, thanks partially to Tia’s attentions but mostly to a significant natural advantage.
Tia turned her face from Mark’s crotch over to Sam’s, and started to gently work her husband’s dick over with her lips and tongue. With her left hand she still stroked Mark’s cock, keeping it erect. Sam’s cock quickly started to respond to his wife, and stiffened more. While no one had proposed a cock-measuring contest, it was quite obvious that Sam was totally outmatched by Mark in that regard. It wasn’t even a close call. Sam gently gulped.
After Tia had satisfied her curiosity about how much her husband’s body would respond to her ministrations, even in front of her physically imposing lover, she stopped sucking Sam’s dick and quietly cleared her throat. “You were right, sweetie.” Tia said. “Owning up to it, I mean. You being my cuckold is the right move. It’s what we need. It’s what I need.”
Turning to look down at Mark’s rigid cock in her hand, she continued. “I mean just look. Do you see?”
Sam looked down and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I see.”
Tia stood up and looked up at Mark. “Mark…” she started. “Mark, I want to fuck you right here, on my bed, as my husband watches us. I want you to fuck me hard. Like last week. Even harder if you want.”
Mark grinned and said, “Not a problem.”
Tia continued, wrapping her arms behind Mark’s shoulders, looking into his eyes and hanging off his body like an infatuated girlfriend, “Make me your slut. Like last week. I am yours now. I am your whore and Sam… Sam is my cuck. Show him.”
In a smooth motion, Mark dropped the leash to his side and lifted Tia up from the floor, his strong hands grasping her ass as he she wrapped her legs around him. They embraced for a minute, Tia passionately tongue-kissing her lover, as he held her aloft in front of her husband. Then Mark turned and put her on the bed. “Get on all fours, babe,” he said. “I’m gonna take you from behind first.”
“Split me open, Mark. I want to take you deep, in front of my husband. Make him understand how much of a cuck he is.”
Mark grunted and got up on the bed, ready to mount Tia. She arched her back, pushing her dripping pussy up in the air for her lover and her cuckold both to see. “God, I need your fucking cock in me right now. Please…”
Mark said, “First, hand me your leash.” Tia obliged, picking up the lightweight chain from the bed and passing it behind her, into Mark’s hand. He immediately tugged on it, just hard enough to pull Tia’s neck an inch or two closer two him, the rest of her upper body following. Tia let out an involuntary grunt and then moaned, “Please… I need you to fuck me.”
Even though she was dripping wet and swollen from the mind games of the evening, Mark took care and eased himself slowly into her at first. Tia gasped and held her breath for a second as he pushed himself inside, then relaxed and whispered, “Oh God, yes, that’s what I need…… Ohhhh…. FUCK. Yes. Goddamn. You are so fucking thick, Mark.”
Sam watched wordlessly as Mark worked himself into Tia, back and forth from behind. As Mark partially withdrew, Sam caught glimpses of his wife’s pussy gripping Mark’s shaft, and then relaxing to open for him, as he pushed back deeper into Tia, eventually making his dick disappear entirely inside her. Sam was mesmerized as he watched Mark’s balls push up against Tia’s ass and thighs, and then drop back, huge, dangling, seemingly about to explode with cum.
The lovers’ pace quickened, and the intensity of their fucking strengthened. Tia was mostly reduced to saying “Oh God,” and moaning as Mark worked his dick in and out of her, changing his angle slowly over time to open her up more.
Mark finally spoke to Sam without looking over at him, “Do you see this, Sam? Do you see how much of a slut your wife is being for me? Do you like it?”
Sam said, “I love it,” and he truly did. “She’s your slut. She is a whore. For you. Use her. Use my wife. Fuck her. Cuck me.” The dirty talk came out like a mantra. “Tia, make me your cuckold. I love this. I love you. You’re Mark’s slut and I love you.”
Tia started to push back against Mark, meeting his thrusts with her own. “Goddamn, Mark, you feel so good. Fuck me harder. I need your cock, baby. I need it so bad.”
Mark tugged harder on the leash with one hand while grasping Tia’s shoulder with the other. As he thrust his hips into her, his upper body angled backward, pulling Tia back into his cock. “Uggggh you’re so deep, Mark. Only you fuck me this wide open. Only you get this deep. Only you. I am your fucking whore. Use me.” Sam noticed how strong Mark’s shoulders and arms were, their muscles rippling slightly as he used them to work Tia relentlessly onto his cock.
Soon, Mark let go of the leash and pushed Tia down into the bed. He started to fuck Tia faster and more roughly as she lay prone, nearly helpless under him. She grunted and made noises without words. There started to be an edge to her voice, as if Mark’s relentless fucking might overwhelm her entirely. Mark slowed slightly and put one of his hands on Tia’s cheek. She instinctively turned into it, taking a couple of his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, muting her gasps. After a few minutes fucking her deeply, but more slowly, giving her respite with his hand, he finally turned to Sam sitting on the bed and looked him squarely in the eyes, triumphantly. Mark glanced down at his own cock, his shaft glistening from Tia as he pushed inside and back. Then he looked back at Sam, smirked subtly for a second, and spoke.
“Tia, look at your husband. Look at your cuck.”
Tia stopped suckling on her lover’s fingers, opened her eyes, and looked over at Sam. Sam was completely rapt, taking in every visual detail of his wife and Mark. His cock, while not totally limp, lay across his thigh gently, a dribble of precum at its tip.
“Oh, isn’t he sweet?” Tia asked. “Always watching, always looking out for me, looking for me to be happy. The best husband I could possibly ask for.”
Mark asked impishly, “Oh, really? What does that make me?”
“The best lover, maybe? The best… man? If I had known you when Sam and I got married, you would have been best man. And I would have fucked you on the wedding night.”
Sam involuntarily caught his breath in surprise. Not so much in dismay or offense; he was simply shocked that Tia would have gone there. Shocked… and pleased.
Tia pulled herself forward, away from Mark. “Not sure how to feel about that, Sam? I’m just playing with you, sweetie. Don’t worry.” She turned over on the bed and looked up at Mark. “What do you want from your slut now?” she asked, reaching her hands up to caress his chest.
“Let me lie back on the bed, while you ride me. I miss your face when I do you from behind. I miss your tits, too.”
Tia smiled and said, “Yes, sir. Sam, why don’t you lie back on the bed next to him? It will be a good view for us all.”
Both men lay back on the mattress, as Tia kneeled between them, looking down at them. She took Sam’s cock in her right hand, and Mark’s cock in her left hand, her engagement ring glittering faintly in the light as she stroked. As she felt her husband and her lover both harden in her hands, she had a blissful, self-satisfied expression.
“Oh Sam, this is the fucking best,” Tia mused. She looked back and forth from Mark’s thick, meaty cock to Sam’s more modest endowment. “You’re a good lay and a great husband, but this…” she paused as she climbed onto Mark and slid her pussy down onto him “… every once in a while, I need this man inside me, instead.” She looked down at Mark, caressing his shoulders and chest. She sighed in delight as she rocked up and down.
Mark held onto her arms, moving his hands across her, down her back, across her tits. She groaned and then leaned down, bringing her face close to Mark’s. Tia watched him intently, occasionally diving in for a kiss, but mostly trying to match her tempo and vigor to Mark. Sam could tell that his wife was single-mindedly focused on making Mark cum, but that she was close to the precipice herself.
Sam watched, enthralled by the vision of his wife riding this colossal man’s dick, desperate to feel him cum inside her. Tia gasped, “Fuck, Mark. You feel so fucking good. I want to ride your cock until I cum. Will you make me cum? Will you make him watch? Fuck…” She trailed off.
Mark growled out from under her, “I have a fucking massive load to fill you with.”
Tia whimpered in response, “Oh yes, babe, I want you to explode inside me. I want your cum filling me up. I want it I want it I want it.” She quickened her pace and bore down a little as she rode Mark. Sam could tell that she was about to relent, to let herself cum on Mark’s dick. “Please, Mark, Please. I want your cum. I want you all over my inside. I need it. Give… it… to… me…” She stopped talking and just bounced her body on top of her lover’s, taking his full length and girth up into her as she moved down, and then pulling herself up a little. Wet noises came from underneath her.
After Tia gradually ramped up the intensity, Mark started to let slip through gritted teeth, “Oh, fuck me, Tia. Fucking hell. I’m going to fucking cum inside you. Fuuuuck…” The last word trailed off into indistinct sounds.
Sam saw it immediately. Tia’s eyes opened wide as she looked down at Mark, and then over to Sam. “Unnnnggggh… fuck!” Mark finished as his cum exploded inside Tia. Tia’s breathing became rapid and deep, a hoarse groan coming from within her throat. A sound Sam had never heard Tia make, over all the years of making love to her.
“Oh… fuck me… fuck me…” she whimpered. Her face flushed and her breathing slowed. “Oh….oh… oh…” Sam looked down at her and Mark together. He saw her pussy lips pulse around Mark’s still-stiff, soaking wet cock. Tia collapsed on top of Mark, an occasional involuntary jerk in her legs and arms as her orgasm refused to relent.
Eventually she rolled off and to the other side of Mark on the bed. They lay there for a few minutes, quiet, until Sam could hear his wife and her lover sliding their bodies across each other. He looked over at them and saw them starting to kiss and caress each other once more.
Sam sat up in the bed and looked down at the pair of them. When he had Mark’s attention, he gestured down at Mark’s glistening, softening, but still-massive cock. He bent closer to it, feeling Mark’s thick, powerful thigh muscle underneath him.
“May I?” Sam said, looking up at Mark. “May I suck your cock?”
Mark answered, “Please do.”
As Sam relished taking in the taste of his wife’s pussy and her lover’s cum from his cock, he thought that he had never been as sexually fulfilled as he was at that moment. He took his proper place, worshipping Mark’s cock as his wife had done.