Him: I'm sorry about last night. I was just fooling around and then she seemed to tell me like it wasn't a big deal...
Him: I understand now that it was a big deal to you and I respect that but I wouldn't have judged you for it before and I'm not going to judge you for it now.
Me: Don't pretend you're not grinning like a Cheshire cat
Him: Promise I'm not grinning, I was a bit shocked but it's mostly hot
Him: You can imagine that being hot if it were the other way round, right?
Me: Not sure I can imagine it
Him: Fair enough
That afternoon, I made the first post on here in a while about the failed meet at the coffee shop. Maybe that gives some perspective about how out of sync this all is currently. I thought I was catching up but I'm still 11 days behind.
I can't remember if it was the Thursday or Friday night but she brought up the subject of where it ends. I asked "where what ends?". She was referring to the 3 of us in our current dynamic. She pointed out that, assuming he doesn't get serious with another girl, this could go on indefinitely. She said she might get bored and find someone else but there'd be no reason to turn down a good fuck. She then pointed out that he'd probably be the best man at our wedding and that she'd be fucking the best man on our wedding day. She had been sat waiting to see my dick get hard as she said it and wasn't disappointed. She said "It turns you on too, eh?". We've not really mentioned a potential wedding day much but she's made the important decisions like whether to fuck the best man. FML
I don't remember anything particularly interesting happening between then and Sunday. I originally tried to write both this Sunday and the previous Sunday as 1 because I considered them to be similar but it got complicated explaining it that way. I'll skip out the similarities.
We did what has become the Sunday morning routine of cleaning the house, cooking lunch, her getting ready and then spending whatever time's left being intimate. She had put on a black lingerie set I'd seen her in a few times before, albeit not for a while. We had offered that he stay for dinner after and he'd agreed to it, so there was some potential awkwardness to look forward to after.
He arrived, we made some small talk downstairs and then we went upstairs. I sat in the same corner as the previous week, they initiated much the same. Things started to change when she was sucking his dick. He said to me (without looking around) "Don't you think [your girlfriend] looks hot sucking my dick?", she looked over at me, smiled with her eyes and put on a cute and innocent performance, maintaining eye contact the whole time. I didn't want to reply but couldn't just ignore him. I said "she does...". He said I should relax and jerk off, that it was no secret that I was turned on by all this. I said I was ok, that I didn't feel the need. She continued sucking but kept glancing over at me. She then got up, came over to me, kissed me passionately while taking out my hard dick and stroking it. She then took my hand and placed it on my dick and went back over to sucking his dick on her knees.
It was humiliating to realise he had just been stood there watching, seeing my dick for probably the first time, realising I was smaller than he was, probably thinking my dick looks like what he imagined a cuck's dick to look like. I wasn't stroking, I didn't want to give them the satisfaction but my hand was there. He asked how his dick tasted, the question was clearly aimed at me but she stopped to answer "good!", saving me the humiliation of answering.
He then did something I hadn't seen him do before, he told her to stand, he picked her up, turned her upside down and they did a sort of standing 69. I don't think he'd eaten her pussy before, I didn't see what happened on Wednesday though. I've never thought to try this position, she seemed to be enjoying it though, her face getting redder as it went on. He laid her on the bed, her head hanging off the bottom end and tried to push his dick into her throat, her face redder still and her eyes watering. It looked like he was torturing her but she would carry on sucking and stroking it between his attempts like she was into it.
I wished I could've seen what had happened on Wednesday because there seemed to be a shift in how comfortable this all was for them compared to the week before (She had taken the hidden camera but said she didn't get a chance to set it up). He would tell her what he wanted and she would do it without question. He had her sucking his balls, calling him Sir, thanking him for facefucking her, it was a bit surreal to witness given that they'd essentially just been civil to each other for years.
Once he'd finished demonstrating her subservience to him, he laid her on her back, rested his cock against her pussy lips and began admiring her feet. He seemed to take immense pleasure in being able to take her feet and wrap them around his cock, looking up, closing his eyes and letting out a gasp/sigh as he did. It was weird but interesting to watch. He didn't seem bothered about us watching him. He probably felt like he was cucking me with her feet but it felt more like he was violating them. The actual act didn't seem all that hot but the manner in which he was confidently using her for his pleasure made me feel something. His dick looked rock hard and veiny as he stroked her feet against it. Eventually he lifted and spread her legs again, went back to resting his cock against her pussy. I felt like he was going to say something or wanted to say something but he looked back and forth between her face in pleasure and her pussy which she was openly offering to him as he penetrated her deeper and deeper.
I think this had been my favourite moment both times I'd watched. That feeling that I shouldn't be allowing this but feeling helpless to stop it as his massive member stretches her and goes to places I've never been. Her facial expressions that I've never seen, not to that extreme anyway. It was like she was both shocked and winded at the same time, catching her breath at random times.
They hadn't paid any attention to me for a while, I took the opportunity to lightly stroke my cock, being mindful to be able to make it look like I wasn't if they were to look in my direction.
He began confidently fucking her and manhandling her into wherever/whatever he wanted her. There was no need to do it the way he was doing it, it was clearly to put on a show to me. She was essentially in a cyclic trance of noisy buildup to orgasm, orgasm and then silence until he stopped to let her come down. I would be happy just giving her one of those orgasms. In one of the positions, he picked her up and fucked her which was another new one, again making me suspicious of what happened on Wednesday. Does he have a sex swing at his house or something? She hadn't mentioned anything.
As he was getting close, he backed off the pace and under his heavy breathing shouted "beg me to fill her up", I stopped stroking. She shouted back "fill me with your cum". He replied "not you, your cucked boyfriend...". I said nothing. She told me to beg him, using my name and a "please...". Again, I said nothing, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He then said "Alright... beg me NOT to fill her up...". Suddenly if felt like I wouldn't be giving into what he wanted if I now did the first option. She was looking at me in desperation as he fucked her slowly and frustratingly. She let out a "please [my name]...". I said "please... fill her up". He then clarified "you want me to empty my balls into your girlfriend's pussy?", I reluctantly told him "yes". It was so humiliating, my heart was thumping through my chest, I couldn't help but stroke my dick, it was a rush. It clearly turned him on a lot too, he picked up the pace and was power fucking her, I think he even chuckled and said "fuck yes" under his breath. I felt so cucked but I felt so aroused. I focussed on enjoying the feeling, watching as he was about to blow his load inside her, something I had just begged him to do, it felt so wrong to have done that and yet it turned me on to think about having done so. She started cumming, it seemed to interrupt his flow, he let her cum and then started to fuck her again and told me to beg him again. "Please, fill her" I think I said, still stroking as much as I dare without getting too close myself. My words seemed to go straight to his dick and he unloaded for what seemed like a long time, gasping and grunting in a descending rhythm.
He eventually pulled out, there was a pause where it seemed like there wasn't much cum but then some glugged out. He asked if we'd like him to leave us to it and wait downstairs, she replied "yes please, if you don't mind". He left the room, I waited to hear him finish the stairs and then got on the bed between her legs. She looked so beautiful, I wanted to please her, I wanted to surprise her. It felt more like the time she had come home from sucking someone's dick, I didn't care, I was too horny. I held her thighs with my arms and went down on her. She seemed shocked but was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed it. The thought of doing this with him just downstairs felt risky and humiliating but I wanted to make her happy and cum. We then made love, kissing passionately. It occurred to me that our most intimate sex was always with his semen intertwined with our lips and genitals. The thought got me close to cumming, then I remembered begging him to put his semen there and came hard. It felt amazing followed by immense shame. We embraced for a minute or two, remembering that he was downstairs. I realised I now had to talk to him as if nothing had happened, despite all that had just happened.
She got dressed into something neutral, I was going to ask her to change if she put on something sexy, I wanted/needed there to be zero sexual tension going on. I didn't tell her I needed it this way, I guess I hoped she would understand that anyway, I'd rather she did it because she understood instead of me having to ask. We went downstairs, he was watching TV, everything seemed back to normal, I didn't feel normal but on the face of it, it was normal for us. We discussed dinner options and ordered delivery. She sat close with me, he sat by himself, as was normal. Nobody mentioned the sex, there was no tension, everything was good. After he left, we talked about it, I thanked her for being how I hoped she would be. She agreed that it was necessary to feel some normality after.
But off course, up to you