My friend at the gym had me fuck his fiancee [mf] [hotwife] [cuckold]

Before quarantine, I went rock climbing a lot. Every day, if I could. I’d spend three or four hours at the gym, take a yoga class, read between routes, etc. I even subbed as a yoga instructor a couple of times, just for fun and because they needed a fill-in. I wasn’t really there to meet people, but I did get to know a few of the regulars over time. Matt and Alli were the couple that I saw the most. Matt struck up conversation after noticing a few of my Zelda tattoos, which were on display in any of the tank tops I’d wear. I wasn’t *trying* to show off– I’m just hairy and tanks have always felt more comfortable– but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy people being able to see my body. Average height, but in the best shape of my life at 30, and some women dig the tattoos and the beard.

Matt, 27, had more of an average body, as he didn’t go as often as me or take the 200 hour yoga teacher training that I did, but he wasn’t out of shape. And his fiancee Alli, well, she was a knockout. 24 years old, long auburn hair that she normally kept in a ponytail, big green eyes that were incredibly expressive, freckles on her shoulders and face, and a lovely body that definitely knew its way around a gym. Lithe, with great legs and an even better ass. She may have caught me staring a few times, but never said anything, and neither did Matt.

Occasionally, Matt and I would end our climb around the same time and go out for a drink at the nearby brewery. We’d change in the locker room and head out together, sometimes with Alli, sometimes without. This time, it was the three of us. I thought they were in a small argument at first, because they were acting a little weird. Not mad at each other, just weird, but we were talking and having a good time. I was in jeans and a– you guessed it– tank top, and Alli was in much tighter jeans and a low-ish cut red blouse that showed off a hint of her cleavage.

Around the end of our first beer, Alli leans over to Matt and whispers in his ear before going to the bathroom. I figured it was something private, so I didn’t ask, but he says he wants to ask me something. Mild alarm bells go off, but I say sure. He asks if I find Alli attractive. As diplomatically as I can, I tell him yeah, she’s an attractive woman. He then asks if I know what hotwifing is. I can’t hold back a nervous laugh, and I tell him that I do. He tells me that he and Alli do it occasionally, that they both trust me, and would I like to take Alli home tonight?

I would have thought he was bullshitting me if I hadn’t already noticed the weird energy in the air. I ask him if he’s sure, and he tells me he’s positive, that they’ve done it before, and that they’ve been discussing it for a few weeks. I ask what the ground rules are, and he says that I have to use a condom, and drive her home afterwards, but everything else is fair game. Sounds fair to me, so I tell him as much, and he leaves after telling me to “have fun”.

The whole conversation took maybe ten minutes, so Alli must have been waiting for a confirmation text, but she returns a few minutes later and gives me a devilish grin as she sits down. “I take it your conversation went well?” she asks. I have her confirm that she’s on board with everything and she tells me that Matt’s seen me changing a couple times, and she knows how strong my fingers are. Yes, she’s sure. She says, “We don’t need another round, do we?” as she stands up. I follow suit and she offers me her arm. I take it and we brave the cold to head to my car.

As soon as we get in, she has her hand on my thigh. I return the favor, feeling the toned legs I’d been staring at for months. We lock eyes and kiss, and I can feel her hunger. She bites my lip and I bite hers, harder. I tighten a fist around her hair to test the waters. She resists at first, but gets that glazed smile on her face as her eyes roll back, and I can immediately tell she’s submissive. She begins stroking the bulge in my jeans, “Mmmm Matt wasn’t lying…” I release her and do my best to get us home safely, my hand still gripping her upper thigh. She says that Matt didn’t tell me everything. “He feels weird having to talk about it, especially with anyone we know in real life, but he’s really into the cuckold thing. He loves knowing that I’m getting plowed by a big dick and is really into the humiliation aspect. Is that ok with you?” I tell her I’m not sure, that I didn’t know if I was comfortable texting him or anything. She says not to worry, that she’ll do the texting, but that she’d love to take a few pictures of us, with my permission. I told her I’d think about it, and we got to my house and opened a couple of beers from my fridge. She showed me some of their more lascivious texts, which at first I felt were a little embarrassing, but began to turn me on. It was my ego getting stroked, after all.

We were standing in my kitchen and leaning against the counter, my arm around her, and I’m still not sure about the cuckolding thing, but I knew I wanted her. Badly. I take the phone and place it on the counter. I grab her by the hips and stand her in front of me. I knew she wanted me to take control, and that I could do. I turn her around, inspecting her body uninhibited. I grab her ass and she arches her back. I give it a slap, then another one, and she coos. I wrap my arms around her and press my bulge into her ass and she grinds back into me. “Yessssss,” she whispers, but I cut her off, testing a hand around her throat. She presses into my hand, giving me the green light, and I growl in her ear, “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

Then she lets out some of the nastiest dirty talk I’ve ever heard outside of a porno. She calls me Daddy. She tells me she wants me to use her holes, all of them. She wants me to stretch them out. She wants me to break her. She wants to choke on my cock and be my cocksleeve. I’m taken aback, but I don’t let her see that. I take her by the hair to my room and have her undress while I watch. She hurries out of her top and her bra, revealing a pair of lovely C cups with erect pink nipples. She kicks off her shoes and struggles out of her jeans.

Once she gets to her panties, a black lace thong, I stop her. I push her to her knees and she lands with a thud. “Take it out.” She complies immediately, unzipping my jeans and tugging them down my thighs. She whimpers, reverently stroking my cock through my briefs before pulling them down, too. There’s already a pearl of precum there and she wastes no time in putting her mouth around the tip to swallow it. She goes to use her hands, but I swat them away, and she puts them behind her back. I tell her what a good little slut she is as I grab her hair and push my cock into her mouth and down her throat until she starts gagging. I take it out to let her catch her breath and repeat the process, going a little farther. I start humping her face, all while she’s looking up at me with those big green eyes, full of lust. The room is silent except for the glug glug glug of her desire. I take it out occasionally, slapping her on the cheeks and getting her face sloppy with saliva to go with the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I want it, I want your cum, please Daddy please please please.” That just about made me bust right there. I plunge back into her throat and it doesn’t take me long to finish. I pull out and she tilts her head back with an open mouth, and I unleash a torrent of sticky ropes all over her freckles. On her chin and neck and mouth. Months of attraction boiled down to a thick load of cum. She looks up at me, her hands now between her legs as she fingers herself furiously. I admire my work and tell her to stop, that I’d take a picture. I wasn’t sure if I’d send it, but I did want to remember the sight. I fish my phone out of my sunken jeans and take a few, finally tossing my phone onto my bed. “Can I swallow now?” she asks, and I let her. She maintains eye contact as she uses her thumb to scoop up every drop and push it between her lips. Once the show is over, I tell her to lie on the bed.

I use the restroom quickly and return, and she’s there, having retrieved her phone and typing away, one hand between her legs. With post-nut clarity and a little time to think, I decide that the cuck thing is kind of a turn on, and I ask what she’s telling him. She shows me the phone, and once again I’m appalled by how filthy this girl’s mind is, compared to the rather sweet, freckled girl I knew at the gym. She had described how little his dick is compared to mine, how much deeper down her throat I had gotten, how much cum I gave her. She told him how close she was to cumming just from that, and here I was feeling the stirrings of another erection. I send her the picture to send to him, and tell her to put the phone away, that I needed to taste her. I’m a dominant guy, but good lord do I love going down on a woman. Easily my favorite thing to do, power dynamics be damned.

She lies back and spreads her legs, and already I can tell she’s bare. The panties are kind of sheer and I don’t see a hint of hair anywhere. “Laser treatment,” she tells me, noticing my pause as I admire the view. I peel off her panties and reveal a lovely pussy. The lips are largely tucked in aside from her hooded clit, a bright pink and glistening with arousal. I’d normally take some time teasing, but she seemed as turned on as possible already, so I dive in. I start making out with her lips and sliding my tongue inside of her, and she tastes incredible. I swirl my tongue around her hood and begin sucking on her clit, eliciting some loud moans and more than a few vulgarities. As she begins moving her hips against my face, I stop and lube a couple of fingers with my mouth. Even the few moments that it takes to do that have her pouting and whimpering. “Please Daddy make me cum.”

I push in a finger, then replace it with two. I feel her body melt a little as I stroke her g spot. I hold still for a little bit, letting her move her hips out of frustration while she silently indicates exactly the pace she wants. Once I have a good idea, I lean my head down again and return to her clit. I use my lips to trap it in place as my tongue teases around it. Despite her grinding, she can’t get what she’s after, not until I give it to her. My tongue slides over it once, then again, and I feel her tremble. I build up a rhythm, and when she starts moaning again, sounding like she’s approaching an orgasm, that’s when I start using my fingers. I hook my free arm around her hip to steady her as I rub her g spot with a come hither motion. She tells me she’s going to cum, and I hold her down once I start feeling her clenching. Her climax starts, and I continue at the exact same pace as she screams silently, her lips pulsing around my digits. Once her movements begin to abate, I sit up a little bit and push my fingers into overdrive, stroking harder at a slightly different angle. I push down on her pubic mound and look at her to see that expression of overwhelming pleasure on her face as she begins gushing into my palm. She grips my wrists but can’t move them, and she lets out a guttural moan as she squirts onto my sheets.

I finally let up and let her catch her breath, sliding my hand out and smearing my wet hand on her face. She’s practically purring as the aftershocks roll over her body, and cleans off my hand hungrily. “Holy fuck it’s been a while. I knew that grip strength would feel heavenly.” I take my phone and snap a picture of my sheets and her swollen pussy, handing it to her to caption. Once she does, she returns her full attention to me, sitting up and pawing at the erection trapped in my jeans again. “How do you want to take me?” I tell her to get a condom from the nightstand drawer and she does, while I undress fully. She rolls it down my shaft and gives me a few strokes before I tell her to lie back. She hands me her phone and asks for a picture of how my cock looks resting over her pussy. I notice the caption from the last one– ‘He hasn’t even fucked me yet. When was the last time you made me cum like this?’

I know the picture she wants, my cock resting on her slit and over her lower stomach. I take it, set the phone down, and lift her legs up as I position my knees in the wet spot on my sheets. She gets the idea and pulls her knees back, biting her lip and waiting anxiously as I slap my member on her pussy, giving her a jolt each time. I rub the tip along her slit and her breathing picks up. I press it against her opening and she relaxes a little bit, but tightens up again as I push forward. “Oh fuck,” she mutters as I slide into her, inch by inch, “oh fuck oh fuck.” Once I’m in to the hilt, she lets go of her knees and I position her ankles on my shoulders. The look she gives me as she pinches and tugs on her nipples, jesus christ. Good thing I had already cum once. “Hurt me, Daddy.”

I start rocking back and forth, looking down to see her lips gripping my girth at every ebb. I pick up the pace, angling myself so I’m practically on top of her, folding her in half. Her face is that delightful mix of pain and pleasure, and she takes one of my hands and puts it on her throat. I slap her face and it catches her by surprise, but she croaks out, “More.” I begin really slamming my hips into her as her face reddens, and I make sure to let her breath every now and then. When I pin both of her slender wrists above her head, I feel her buck as she cums, but I don’t let up. I pound her, my entire body weight crashing down with each thrust as she spasms wildly beneath me. When I start feeling my own climax coming, I slow down and enjoy her post-orgasmic trembling.

I pull out and have her turn over, loving the way her jellied legs move like a newly-birth fawn. I push her face down into my sheets, rubbing her against them the way you’d shame an animal. “Look at the mess you made, look at what a little slut you are.” Her weak affirmative replies sound a little disoriented, the way being dick drunk makes you sound. But she keeps swaying her hips back and forth, beckoning me either consciously or not. Once I release her head, she props herself up on her elbows and looks back at me. But I’m focusing on her amazing ass, the way both of her holes are staring at me. I give her ass a smack, then another, then another. I’m deciding if it’s worth getting the lube for anal, but I come to the conclusion that it can wait for next time.

I line up my cock with her pussy and grab her hips before I slam home in a single, violent thrust. She cries out and lowers her head as I rear back and do it again. I start rocking back and forth, and one of her hands immediately shoots to her clit. Her moans are muffled by the mattress as I focus all my energy on not cumming just yet. Luckily, she doesn’t warn me as she does, her body vibrating as she leans forward and pushes my cock out to gush again. I pull her back in and pound her again, gritting my teeth for a few moments before she cums again, this time collapsing forward, flat on the bed. I embrace her in prone bone, one elbow around her neck and the other hand between her legs. I wrench her hand away and begin going for broke, pounding as hard as I can, knowing that my orgasm is unavoidable this time. I rub her clit and growl in her ear, telling her to cum for me, to which all she can say is “yes, Daddy”. I thrust away until I feel the hurtling inevitability of my own orgasm and bury myself deep as she writhes. I unload my seed as she moans her ecstasy, cumming with me. We lie there for an eternity, catching our breath and almost falling asleep.

Eventually, we return to the land of the living and lie in bed for a while, not saying much, just cuddling in the now cold wet spot on the sheets. She has me take another picture of her very red pussy, and says we need to get together again. It’s pretty late, so we get dressed and I drive her home.

This set up went on for maybe six months, where I’d take her home post-gym or we’d go out just the two of us. We even fucked in their bed a few times. Other than that initial conversation, Matt and I never acknowledged it. Alli and I got into some kinkier things, and eventually I got tested so that we could go bareback. It was a great set up until the pandemic hit, at which point they moved out of the area. Aside from a few snaps from Alli here and there, I haven’t seen either of them since.

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