I have been tinkering with AI writing some erotic stories. It's really fun and easy to do. sometimes you have to give a little direction on which way you want the story to go but it's been very interesting!
Chapter 1
I stood in the crowded mall, surrounded by clanging carousel music, and people bustling past. The hot summer sun slammed down on me, making me start to perspire, even though I was about twenty minutes away from the comfort of the air-conditioned car.
Lynn whined next to me. "Jamie, let's go inside already. I want to find something for our anniversary." I turned towards her, rubbing my forehead. "C'mon, babe.
We just got to the mall. Let's beat the crowds and escape this heat," I pleaded with her.
She stared at me, her bottom lip pouting in annoyance, then sighed and rolled her blue eyes. "Fine. Let me just get some water first."
As she darted off to the nearby fountain, I couldn't help but feel a shiver of irritation. That wasn't the first time she turned a simple request down. It felt like more and more lately, Lynn's patience was wearing thin for me.
Lynn was wearing a tiny pair of cutoff blue jean short shorts that barely covered her hot little ass. The front was so low that you’d think that her blonde tuft of pussy hair would show, so, I just kept admiring her firm, perfectly round, bubble butt. Lynn had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, something that I’d hoped would spice up our dull anniversary plans.
As she bent over to take a sip from the fountain, I couldn’t help but think about what it was like to have sex with her from behind. Her perfect ass, always so soft and warm when I grabbed it just right and pounded her like a drum.
Lynn stood back up and turned around, catching me staring at her. She was wearing a hot pink tube top that her sizable breasts threatened to pop out of and it also left her flat tummy bare. The sparkling diamond bellybutton chain drew your eyes right to the sexy 2” gap between her thighs and pussy. White sneakers and lace top socks completed her outfit, she looked as cute as can be. As I watched the sway of her perfectly rounded hips, I couldn’t help but crave her tight little body against mine.
Just as I was about to walk over and pull her close, we heard a familiar voice call out, "Hey, Lynn! How's it going?"
My heart skipped a beat as my thoughts instantly rushed to the source of the voice. My first thought, as always, was to step up and protect my hot wife, but seeing it was Alex, I timidly stepped aside. Alex was the eighteen-year-old son of our neighbors, whom Lynn had a bit of a crush on for years. His athletic body, portraying a physique of perfection, had a certain allure that wasn’t complementary for my small, raisin-sized balls.
The sight of him triggered something within me, revealing a hidden shame that lurked beneath the surface, unspoken. My cuckold humiliation fantasies had never been shared outside of my own thoughts. Yet here I was, watching Lynn flirt before my eyes, and I found myself losing control.
Lynn got more and more brazen in her flirting as Alex got older. I remember the hot French kiss she gave him just last week at his birthday party. The sound of their lips crushing together in the midst of guests still rang in my ears. I clenched my hands into fists, watching Lynn sway her hips as she spoke to Alex, her voice sugary sweet.
"Oh, Alex, d'you know I've been looking all over for this boutique? It's got the most stunning lingerie for a bride! But I can barely find anything." I rolled my eyes at her. Been looking all over? I don't even think she looked at the store we were in.
It was a lingerie boutique, racks and racks of lacy, flimsy undergarments as far as my anxious eyes could see, the scent of lingering perfume and vanity saturating the dimly lit establishment. The décor was provocative, like a classy brothel - but my mind was too preoccupied to truly take it all in.
Lynn put her arm through Alex’s and led him into the store while I followed behind. My heart struggled to break free from my chest, as the sight of them together in front of me triggered an inexplicable rush of arousal in my small penis.
Walking past velvet curtains and shelves of lacy lingerie, I saw them pause at a mannequin wearing a white bustier. It was a strapless, corseted top that fit perfectly against its fake plastic bust. I swallowed, hard, trying to dispel the lump in my throat.
Lynn, in her bright pink tube top and her barely-there shorts was hovering around Alex, the handsome, athletic boy who lived next door – a boy who seemed to have stolen the heart of my hot little wife.
As Lynn squeezed Alex's muscular arm, she looked up at him with those fucking mesmerizing baby blues and batted her eyelids innocently.
"Alex, will you find me something a bride would wear?" she begged, fluttering her eyelashes playfully.
My heart lurched into my throat, threatening to suffocate me as my mind filled with images of this child-like Adonis undressing my wife right in front of me, and all I could do was watch.
Alex glanced at me, smirking. "Sure, I can help you find something." I clenched my fists, feeling more and more like a powerless wimp. The overwhelming desire and shame made me feel so weak, humiliated even. But something primal and exhilarating was building up inside of me.
Alex took Lynn by the hand and led her to an array of different bridal lingerie. She picked out a white bustier with built-in garters, a matching thong, and a pair of seamed white silk stockings.
She held the garments close to her and asked Alex with a sultry voice, "Will this be ok, darling?"
A very attractive saleswoman walked up to Lynn and Alex and asked if they needed some assistance. Alex nodded and pointed at Lynn, "She needs the perfect little outfit for her wedding anniversary." The saleswoman nodded and began assisting her in trying them on in a private room, shooting a knowing smile towards Alex as she led Lynn away.
Feeling like a third wheel, I browsed around the store desperately looking for something to ease my raging jealousy. Still, my thoughts were a whirlwind of images of Alex undressing my wife, of him admiring her perfect body, and of her opening herself up to him.
I envisioned the two of them writhing together, their bodies intertwined, as my own hands fisted my pants, gripping my small, insignificant appendage.
The sexy saleswoman reappeared through the velvet curtain with a knowing wink. “Your wife is all ready for you in the dressing room now, sir,” she said to Alex.
Oh my, I said to myself as I hid behind the racks of lingerie. She must think that Lynn and Alex are married I assumed. I was so hard at the thought that Alex, someone so young looking, could be mistaken as my wife’s husband. It was demeaning, humiliating, and yet it excited me in ways I couldn’t understand. All I knew was that I couldn’t shake the images that kept playing out in my head.
The words of the saleswoman registered only vaguely in my brain. "Sir, are you okay? You seem…distracted, can I help you find something," she asked with a hint of giddiness. I coughed, embarrassed, and shook my head. "I... yes, no I'm fine. Just looking for something for a friend." Why I said a friend instead of my wife I will never know.
I blushed and my pulse quickened as the saleswoman looked me up and down with a little raise of her eyebrows. I could tell she had an idea of what was going on and I didn't care to correct her. I was too preoccupied with the thoughts of Lynn and Alex undressing themselves, the mental images were already taking their toll on me, and I didn't want to get distracted further.
As I skipped through more racks, the sounds of Lynn and Alex laughing in the dressing room grew louder, and my cock twitched in my pants.
I couldn't help but be aroused; this fantasy I had been harboring for years was playing out in front of me, and every thought made me even more turned on.
Fighting the urge to push the curtain aside and watch Lynn unclasp her bustier for Alex, I slid away silently and ducked down the nearest aisle-losing myself in racks of lacy lingerie and memories of our last anniversary.
How I wished Alex had never entered our happy world.
But he had, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I planted my face into a pile of white silk stockings and tried to mask my desire with frustration. I knew what Alex would do, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. He would caress Lynn’s smooth back, cupping her perfect ass and plant wet, open mouth kisses on her neck. The very thought made my tiny cock jump in my pants and leak precum onto my boxers. I wanted to just give in, let go of my cuckold humiliation fantasies and watch, enjoy the spectacle unfold.
But instead, I steeled myself and stepped back a few aisles. I gazed through the velvet curtain and saw Lynn flirt, teasingly stroking Alex's biceps. He grinned back, already wearing a half-hard bulge in his pants.
The sight of them getting along without me was maddening. I felt my disappointment swelling, forcing a lump in my throat, burning my eyes. I swallowed harshly, willing myself not to lose control.
Lynn's flirtatious behavior, along with Alex's confident demeanor, created a storm of emotions within me. Jealousy, humiliation, desire - they all surged together, forming a twisted kaleidoscope of feelings that swirled inside me, churning like a tempestuous ocean.
The situation intensified as Lynn and Alex moved into the private fitting room, away from prying eyes. My heart hammered erratically against my chest, the blood rushing in my ears, as I gathered up the courage to follow them.
As I ducked into the private fitting room, I saw it: Lynn, standing in front of Alex, with the white bustier hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her perfect breasts barely contained by the lace cups.
Her areola, large and inviting, and her nipples already erect, straining against the delicate fabric. The bustier barely covered her bountiful chest, as her perky tits were on full display. Lynn giggled as Alex tightened the laces along her back. The tighter he pulled, the more her breasts ballooned out above the cups of the bustier.
"Oh, Alex," she whispered breathlessly, this is so beautiful, do you like it,” she asked.
Alex let out a low, appreciative whistle as his eyes traveled over her, scanning her curves and finally settling on her chest. "Wow, you look stunning, Lynn. Absolutely stunning." It wound even better without the shorts on though, he said.
He stepped closer, and his fingers traced the outline of her bustier, playing with the delicate lace that framed her beautiful form. My heart raced, the jealousy mounting as I stumbled back into the shadows.
Well, I sure hope my little husband appreciates this outfit you’ve picked out for me, she said looking up meeting his eyes, the spark’s flying.
I guess I had better change back before my little hubby gets mad at me, Lynn pouted. Alex 's eyes narrowed as he watched her start undoing the fastenings on the bustier.
Her tiny fingers expertly undid the hooks, letting the garment drop to the floor. With her back facing me, I couldn't help but stare at the smooth expanse of her naked midriff, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the humidity.
Alex's hands rested on her waist, and he slowly guided her around to face him. He looked down and started playing with the diamond chain hanging from her belly button, his large finger moving it sensually back and forth across her tiny tummy and occasionally giving it a little tug that would make her giggle.
"Goddamn, Lynn. You're fucking beautiful," Alex mumbled with a lustful tone. "So beautiful. This is exactly what you should have worn on your wedding night."
Alex's voice was barely a whisper, but the filthy words reverberated through the changing room. "I could fuck you good and proper right now in this beautiful fucking outfit you're wearing."
My heart dropped to my stomach, and I nervously glanced around to see if others could hear, and they did hear. Even the saleswoman smiled knowingly. I guess Alex's boldness transcended the room.
There were more rustling sounds of clothing as Lynn removed the bustier right in front of Alex. She was exposing her bare breasts to Alex like she would me, her husband and soft laughing erupted from the room from both Lynn and Alex. The curtain pulled back, and Lynn was back in her tube top thankfully because they had an audience waiting.
The saleswoman, a flock of gawking customers and of course, me. My heart dropped realizing my cuckold humiliation fantasy had partially come true in front of a crowd of strangers, my tiny little cock hard and dripping.
The faces of the people around us turned to looks of amazement as Alex handed me the hanger full of white lace garments. Here Mr. Johnson, your wife wants these. Everyone gasped as I lowered my head and hurried to the register. Even the saleswoman giggled as she rang up my purchases.
Lynn and Alex strolled out into the mall arm in arm laughing happily, leaving me behind to pay. I clutched the bag full of lingerie, feeling out of sorts and humiliated and as soon as they were out of sight, I rushed to catch up, hurrying to put some distance between me and the prying eyes of strangers.
Catching up, I could see Lynn and Alex holding hands and bumping into each other like a couple in love. I followed them from a distance, as they roamed through the mall without a care. My heart sunk in my chest, that this teenager could pull her attention away from me, her husband and into his muscular arms.
Lynn glanced back at me over her shoulder, catching her reflection in a nearby shoe store window. I could see the flash of lust in her eyes when she saw me watching her.
She gave me a wink, and moved her hips back and forth suggestively, causing Alex to stare at her and gawk.
She leaned in and whispered something into his ear that made him turn bright red.
As they walked further away, I couldn't help but feel the growing tension inside me as I looked at their hands still clasped together. My thoughts were overwhelmed with intrusive images of them having sex, only heightening the humiliating arousal I was experiencing. As I followed behind, I began to rub my hard cock through my pants, desperately trying to alleviate the desire building up in my tiny balls.
Lynn turned them into a bridal dress boutique and just like in the lingerie store, she turned to Alex and asked, "What do you think of these?" She held up an elaborate white wedding dress, the flowers imprinted on silky fabric beading, it was nothing short of breathtaking.
Alex nodded approvingly with a smile but said he thought something even sexier might be nice.
Lynn raised a skeptical brow, and they took a closer look at the selection in front of them but didn’t find anything. Soon enough, a saleswoman came by and asked if they needed some help.
Alex nodded and smirked at me knowingly, asking if the store had anything sexier for a bride. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the feeling of humiliation as I turned to walk away.
But I couldn't escape the stirring sensation in my body. The thrill of my submissiveness, the excitement of being cucked, and the sheer eroticism of a teenage boy ogling and teasing my wife was consuming me.
I couldn't believe I was on the brink of fulfilling my most secretive wish.
The saleswoman asked when they were getting married. Lynn giggled and looked at me nervously. "Oh, we're actually just celebrating our fifth anniversary," she said.
Alex's smirk widened. "I didn't know you guys had been together that long. You guys look younger than your age," she said.
what is it with all these people thinking Lynn and Alex were married or at least getting married, I thought to myself. Then I remembered that we were in a bridal shop.
Almost instantly, Alex's eyes widened with suggestion and turned to my wife. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and said that we have been in love for four years now.
“Oh my,” said the saleswoman, you two sure make a beautiful couple and your love is pretty evident.
Laughter filled the air as Alex and Lynn kissed again, more passionately than before. My face burned crimson, while my mind filled with a cacophony of filthy thoughts.
Lynn told the lady that we, her and Alex, were looking for a sexy wedding dress that could be worn to a nite club as well.
Hmmm, the lady thought for a second then said, “follow me.”
And with that, she steered Alex to a deep, velvet couch nestled in the depths of the boutique, away from curious eyes.
Your young husband can wait here while we find you a sexy little dress, ok. Asked the saleswoman with a smile.
Lynn’s eyes locked onto Alex with interest, while I was left to wonder if my marriage was about to be redefined.
"Mmmm, sure." Lynn agreed with a sly grin to the saleswoman. "He doesn't mind waiting a bit do you baby," She fluttered her eyelashes at Alex as if to say, just play along.
As Lynn followed the saleswoman towards the back, she cast a quick last glance my way. I saw the mischief in those blue eyes of hers, it was a look I knew all too well.
I must have looked like a pervert stalking his prey as I moved through the forest or wedding dresses, trying to keep one eye on Lynn and the other on Alex. Another associate asked me if I was needing some help, and I said no thanks. She looked at me suspiciously, like I was a pervert into wedding gowns or something.
I couldn't blame her; my face must have been displaying a plaster of confusion. I quickly collected myself, scuffing my shoes against the shiny bamboo floor as if trying to clean off some imagined wedding dress residue. I tried to hide the erection I felt growing in my pants, but it burst forth, plump and wet like a summons to the sexually charged diminutive paradise nestled in this boutique.
I didn't waste a moment longer, rushing down the long aisle of mannequins in various wedding dresses.
My breathing started to quicken as I neared the private room where Lynn and Alex were supposedly waiting for the saleswoman. I needed to see for myself what was happening. As I pushed the curtain aside and stepped in, I was immediately struck by the sight of Alex seated on the plush velvet couch, still as elegant as ever. He was casually, yet provocatively, positioned with his legs crossed at the ankles, one arm resting nonchalantly across the back of the couch.
I noticed the slightly smug expression on his face, and I could feel my own cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
As I approached, my wife Lynn suddenly appeared around the corner. She was standing there twirling in front of the mirror wearing one of the sexiest little dresses that I’d ever seen.
She was wearing a white leather strapless mini dress with silver buckles holding it together in the front. The short hem line came down to barely mid-thigh and I was thinking that it would never cover her stocking tops had she been wearing them.
"There you are, Jamie," she said with a wink. "My husband and I have been waiting for you."
My mind went blank, and I couldn't find words to say, but my body didn't hesitate to react. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the rising swell of her breasts, pressed upward by the constrictive embrace of that leather mini dress. It only barely contained her cleavage, and I knew it only took a little push for those perky mounds to spill out.
She grinned, catching my gaze, and reached back to fondle the zipper of the dress, her fingers playing with the metal tab suggestively. I could almost imagine them trailing further down the small of her back, teasing the lacy edges of her thong.
I swallowed, hard.
"Do you like it?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eyes, spinning around slowly to give me the full effect. Her tiny waist flared out into hips that swayed mesmerizingly as she turned.
Alex leaned back, crossing his arms and openly admiring her. "Fuck, Lynn. You look incredible," he said with a hunger that made my stomach flutter - and my cock twitch.
I barely registered her nodding towards Alex, agreeing with his sentiment as she approached me.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the front of her dress, where her tits were on full display. I stared unabashedly, captivated by the sight of her nipples, perky and straining against the unforgiving leather material.
Lynn's face broke into a knowing smile. I was caught, utterly bewitched by my own wife's raw beauty, and she reveled in it.
"Mmm, what do you think, Jamie?" she asked softly, her voice full of seduction and her fingers tracing the zipper of her dress. Do you think my husband will approve, she whispered, nodding towards Alex.
The teasing tone in her voice sent a jolt through my body. I couldn't believe what had transpired over the past few hours, and it felt like my dreams had suddenly become a reality.
"Mmmmm, I can't imagine he'll mind," I replied with a smirk. "He seems like a man who knows how to appreciate a good thing."
My heart pounded in my chest as Lynn laughed. Turning back to Alex, Lynn asked, “is it ok to buy this dress honey.”
Alex’s gaze roved over her figure, taking in every inch of her supple form, lingering on the pebbled nipples barely contained by the white leather. He leaned back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch, his biceps bulging with tension.
“Fuck, Lynn,” he swore, “you are a fucking goddess. You look so damn hot.
I'd let you wear that dress anywhere," Alex replied, desire heavy in his voice.
Lynn giggled, then turned to me. "Do you really think I can pull this off?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded eagerly, feeling my heart hammer against my ribcage.
"Uh-huh, absolutely," I choked out, unable to tear my gaze away from the scandalous dress and the woman who filled it.
I’m going to go take this dress off and then you’re going to go pay for it, ok baby she said. She turned to Alex, that flirtatious smile of hers never leaving her lips. Alex nodded with wide eyes and a shit eating grin on his face.
Walking away from us, Lynn’s hips swayed as she sashayed over to the curtained dressing room on the other side of the room. The silhouette of her perfect figure, barely contained in the form-fitting dress, was clearly visible as she disappeared behind the curtain.
I couldn’t blame Alex for his dazed expression, I myself was still trying to wrap my mind around what was happening.
I had spent countless nights thinking about this scenario, fantasizing the theatre of watching my wife be dominated by another man, but now that it was actually happening, the magnitude of my humiliation mounted like a tidal wave.
I shuffled my feet, nervously tapping them against the polished floor as the sound of Lynn dropping her dress echoed through the store. I could feel a steady drip of pre-cum leak from my hardened little cock.
I must have looked like the epitome of a small-dicked, cuckold husband: pathetic, eager, and humiliated. A swell of humiliation rose to my cheeks, just as hot and heavy as the pressing desire in my loins.
As Lynn exited the fitting room, she had already changed back into her street clothes-the sexy dress now folded and tucked under her arm. She smiled sweetly at Alex and I, her gaze flitting back and forth between the two of us, excitement evident behind her eyes.
She handed me the dress and I made my way to the front as Lynn snuggled into Alex. I shouldn’t have worn tan shorts, I thought. The wet spot at the front was very noticeable as well as the tent that my tiny dick made. With shaking hands, I handed the dress to the saleswoman who smiled knowingly at me, making my cheeks burn brighter. Fumbling with my wallet, I struggled to pull out cash to pay for Lynn's scandalous dress. My heart thumped wildly against my chest, and I could barely breathe knowing that I was on the cusp of living out my greatest fantasy. As I was paying, Lynn and Alex strolled over to join me, their eyes shining with excitement.
“All set?” Lynn asked, her voice dripping with seduction. I nodded silently, avoiding her gaze.
The ringing of the store's bell echoed in our ears as we stumbled out of the bridal store, the outdoors had never felt so foreign, so intrusive. Sweat poured from my body as my puny cock trembled uncontrollably and my nipples stood out like pencil erasers, threatening to poke holes through the fabric of my shirt. I shifted uncomfortably and shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts, trying to hide my shame.
Lynn and Alex walked side by side with Lynn snuggled in his arms. Alex had the fingers of his right hand tucked into the rear pocket of Lynn’s tiny blue Jean shorts and I could only stare at her cute little butt as I struggled behind with the bags.
My mind whirred with a storm of questions, thoughts, fantasies and fears about Lynn and Alex becoming lovers.
During the walk, my wife kept teasing me by holding Alex's arm, a hand possessively roving across his powerful bicep every now and then. She glanced at me with a sly grin, as if to say, 'Look at what you're missing'.
At one point she whispered something into Alex’s ear that made him roll his head back in laughter.
The sound of their laughter filled the air as they became increasingly more distant, and their bodies tangled in a passionate embrace. I could hear Lynn’s melodic voice echoing through the mall, saying something like, "Oh stop it, you're making me want you," and Alex’s lustful reply, "I bet you do."
Seeing the two of them laughing freely, enjoying themselves, my heart sank as I realized that their chemistry, their connection, was something I could never compete with.
I felt my tiny, spongy member twitch with humiliation and helplessness, my cheeks burning as the surrounding shoppers gave me appraising looks.
My jealousy surged, fueling my desire to prove myself worthy of Lynn's love. I clenched my fists and tried to suppress the feelings coursing through me as they continued walking hand in hand, their laughter echoing through the mall.
Suddenly, Lynn stopped and turned to face me, her blue eyes sparkling with challenge. "What's wrong, Jamie?
Why so quiet all of a sudden?" Lynn asked, a hint of worry in her voice. Their stroll through the mall had taken a somber turn, seemingly ruptured by the distance between them.
I shook my head, strained jaw flexed and locked tight, as I scratched the back of my neck. "Nothing, everything is fine. Just...thinking about tonight," I muttered, inadequacy lacing my response.
Lynn's gaze drifted to my face, sensing my discomfort.
Her eyes turned sympathetic, and she walked over to me, wrapping her slender arms around my waist. The contrast between our heights was striking, and her body fit into mine perfectly. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, and she rose on her tiptoes to stare straight into my eyes.
"Jamie, I want you to take my lingerie and dress home. Alex will drop me there later.” She pecked me lightly on the lips and returned to Alex taking his hand in hers a walked away.
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Re: a cuckolds anniversary
It's not bad for using AI. It did move a bit more quickly than I would like, but overall it was good.