Kristen and I knew each other briefly in university. I was certainly attracted to her, but I never pursued her so I wasn’t sure if she felt the same, despite some mild flirtation between us. That was, until she and I matched on Tinder in February of last year.
She was living not too far from me and we struck up a conversation about our careers. She has a diverse set of interests including her career, food, wine, all of which overlap with mine. We hit it off.
The thing is her Tinder profile clearly said she was in an open relationship.
We ended up going out and really enjoying ourselves. The whole date to a nearby restaurant we were laughing, touching each other’s arms. We didn’t fuck that night, but it was clear we were both interested. I didn’t ask about her relationship.
We ended up texting after the date and she filled me in on the details. She was dating a guy named Brandon, who was in a STEM program while we were together at university. He was doing now doing some graduate program that involved him being away for about 8 months. He left in January, which explained why Kristen had now taken to Tinder. She hadn’t been with anyone since he left. She also very clearly stated she was interested in dating, but any relationship that formed would have a shelf life until he returned.
I’ll take this moment to describe everyone to you. I am 6’1″, white, a former athlete, and have almost rid myself of the dad bod I developed in uni. My length is rather average (6″ exactly,) but I’ve been told I am on thicker end of most cocks. Kristen is a full foot shorter than me, which I love, dirty blonde hair, very small tits, with a perky bubble butt. She has a godly ratio. Brandon is about my height, black and a pretty decent looking dude, from what I remember.
Kristen and I dated through the spring into the summer. We never discussed the terms of our relationship much because I knew about the shelf life. I had other opportunities to date, but I never took them because to be honest I was kinda falling for this girl that was a bit out of my league.
One Saturday night in early July, I arrived at her place with plans to cook her dinner. We had made the plans midweek and I hadn’t heard from her since, but figured we were still on.
When I arrived at her place I heard voices inside, but let myself in while announcing my presence, “hello?”
She was shocked to see me. She had clearly forgotten about our date.
“Forgot about me, huh?”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I forgot we were supposed to hang out.”
“Hang out? I bought everything for tacos.” I said, holding up the bags of groceries I had in my hands.
“Who’s making tacos?” asked a deep voice, emerging from her bedroom. I knew it was Brandon without even seeing him.
“H..hey, Brandon”
Decent looking was an understatement. This guy was chiseled, tall, dark and handsome. I could see what she saw in him immediately.
“Oh, hey” he replied, looking over at Kristen, raising one eyebrow.
She quickly ran over to him, grabbed his arm and said looking up at him, “Hey *babe*, I completely forgot my friend Alex agreed to cook tacos tonight. Remember the *friend* I told you about?” (I will never forgot her tone of voice and word choice here.)
“Ohhhh yeah I remember.”
There was an extended awkward pause at this moment, but I broke the silence.
“Hey it’s no big deal guys we can hang out some other time.” I offered.
It seemed like this is what Kristen wanted, but Brandon actually piped up and said, “Well we have no dinner plans anyways. You got enough for 3 there?”
I considered what he was asking for a second or two longer than I normally would have. Was that innuendo? Was he just hungry and wanted a free meal? I felt uneasy, but something made me stay. It felt like I was fighting for Kristen (or maybe even my own dignity) on some primal level even though that fight was long over. You don’t just give up on someone you’re smitten over, right?
“Yeah, absolutely. You guys sure?”
Kristen was nervous, but Brandon was cool as ice.
“Yeah man you just do your thing.”
Brandon then turned on the TV and led himself and Kristen to the couch, leaving me standing in the doorway with but one thing to do. So I walked over to the island in the kitchen and got to cooking. I do actually make great fish tacos by the way.
The night then proceeded somewhat normally, despite neither of them offering to help. I didn’t mind too much, but usually Kristen would usually offer to make the salsa or do some dishes if I was cooking for her so it was definitely a different vibe.
Her kitchen and living area is open concept so I could still see the TV and their backs while I was cooking.
After 10-20 minutes of cooking I decided to fix myself a drink, so I offered them each one as well. This is what I would do in my own house, so I didn’t realize it at the time, but I think they have taken this act as me accepting a subservient role that night. And here I thought I was just being a good host.
They both accepted and when I delivered their glasses of wine, I noticed a massive bulge in Brandon’s shorts that they were making no effort to hide. Kristen’s hand was also firmly on his member. It looked tiny.
I remember having something to say right before I saw the largest cock of my life straining in his shorts and the words got stuck in my throat. Brandon saw me look down and stared back at me. Kristen couldn’t look me in the eye.
“Thanks, mate.” said Brandon as he accepted the drink. The dude was unfazed.
As I returned to finish dinner I began to hear snippets her whispers, but could hear him clear as day.
“Good person… doesn’t deserve this.”
“He knows whats happening and he’s over there still cooking.”
I could feel the humiliation tingle from my spine right down to my dick.
“I need you now.”
“Not here, okay.”
Kristen then got up from the couch and fast walked into her room without saying a word. Brandon took his time.
I watched him saunter, full mast, hiding nothing, into her room knowing I was watching.
Not an hour prior, I thought I was about to make dinner for a girl I had fallen for and get laid.
I thought about leaving, but there was 15-20 minutes before dinner was done and I was like half finished. I couldn’t just leave. So I kept cooking.
They were quiet for about 2 or 3 minutes before I began to hear Kristens moans and pleas. Brandon hadn’t closed the door completely so I could hear very well.
“Please, Brandon, I need you. It’s been so long. Please fill me up I need it so bad.”
Kristen moaned when we were together for sure, but the desperation in her voice was something I had not heard before. Holy shit did it turn me on. Before I had fully come to terms with the fact that I was being cucked, I was rock hard, stroking myself outside my shorts.
I moved so I could see them through the crack in the door.
Kristen was now on her knees at the edge of the bed and Brandon was lining himself up behind her. She shuddered out loud as he entered her.
“Oh, fuck yes… Where have you been?”
“I’m here now, honey. Fuck you’re so tight. That’s it. Let go. Cum all over my cock.”
It had taken him about 5 mins flat to get her to cum. I could get Kristen to cum almost every time we had sex, but it involved going down on her, fingering her g spot. Or once in a while if I lasted a long time during penetration, she could cum while rubbing her clit.
I quickly turned back to the food before they realized I was watching. They came back to the kitchen and pulled up stools at the island.
Kristen was still flushed and short of breath, but at least she would look me in the eye now. She bit her lip and mouthed, “I’m sorry” while Brandon couldn’t see. I still think about that look. I think it’s what cemented my cuckold fetish. I was hooked.
“Smells amazing” Brandon cheekily noted.
“Yeah, it does.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gz8y5u/my_first_time_being_cucked_mf