Life as a College Cuckold Boyfriend [consensual] [long] [some foot fetish] [MF]

*Note from the author: This story ended up being almost 3 stories in 1. Future installments will probably be a lot shorter, but leave your feedback below in terms of what you’d like to see. Note that this story includes more foot fetish content than my last one, but it is mostly in the last 1/3rd. While this story is a continuation of my last post, it should stand alone well enough to be read on its own.*

Now that I’ve told [our origin story](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories/comments/m7zj1t/how_a_threemonth_breakup_made_me_a_cuckold/) to positive reviews, I can start getting into some of the other experiences Chloe and I have had over the course of our relationship. I think one of the things I’m most grateful for in our relationship is that we found and embraced this kink very young, whereas many don’t find it until much later in life. This allowed for a variety of experiences that usually only exist in fantasy, like the one below.

After she got back from her visit with Tyler, Chloe was a slut of her word and “thanked” me thoroughly for letting her blow her first ever crush. The blowjob she gave me that first night back was a work of art. By far the best blowjob I had ever had, and I couldn’t tell if it was because she had picked up some new tricks from sucking Tyler’s bigger dick or if it was just the psychological pleasure of knowing I was reclaiming her mouth. Chloe was always a master of eye contact during oral, but as I looked into her hazel eyes and watched her head bob up and down, I noticed something I had never noticed before. With my cock in her mouth, Chloe only had room to wrap her index finger and thumb around the base of my shaft, forming a ring that she used to enhance the already excellent work her mouth was doing. It was a minor detail, but after seeing the images of her blowing Tyler it stuck out. With him, she had been able to wrap her entire hand around his member with plenty of room left over for her mouth. I had already noticed that Tyler’s dick was bigger than mine, but now I realized it wasn’t a slight difference — he had at least 3 or 4 inches on me. This thought pushed me hard towards orgasm.

But when I got close to finishing, she withdrew her mouth and finished me off with her hand, lessening the intensity of my orgasm and making a mess of my cum across my chest.

“Not gonna swallow for me like you did for him?” I asked after catching my breath from the orgasm.

She laughed. “Not tonight baby.”

She smiled and kissed me, the ultra-faint taste of my own precum still on her lips. I kissed back.

That night, I had a dream that I let her go all the way with Tyler, and I woke to mental images of her impaling herself on his ample cock. I wondered that if the blowjob she gave me after blowing him was that good, how much better would the sex be if she had gone all the way with him? I started up an early morning text conversation.

~

Me: Good morning. Do you think we should talk about the Tyler thing and what it means for our relationship?

Chloe: I was hoping you would bring it up. Were you thinking that was a one time thing or?

Me: Well, originally, yeah, it was kinda spur of the moment. But now I’m thinking about it more and I’m not so sure. What do you think?

Chloe: I mean, if you’re okay with it, why wouldn’t I want the option?

Me: Makes sense. Well there would be some boundaries of course.

Chloe: That’s okay! I would never want to do anything that jeopardizes our relationship. That’s my top priority. What sort of boundaries?

*It took me a long time to think of what I was going to write next. I knew that this might be my only chance to establish ground rules.*

Me: I’m thinking 5 rules:

1. Always check with me first before doing anything with anyone else. Otherwise I will consider your actions as cheating.
2. If it gets to that point, condoms are always a requirement.
3. Pictures and/or videos every time.
4. No doing anything with anyone else that we haven’t already done with each other.
5. No other “boyfriends”, so no catching feelings. One night stands or friends-with-benefits type rules only.

Chloe: I think I can handle all of those, but I’m surprised you didn’t say no sex! Does that mean sex is on the table? I thought it was just blowjobs?

Me: Sex is on the table. Is that ok?

Chloe: Um, yeah! I can’t believe you’re being so open with me! I love it!

Me: I mean it doesn’t bother me so I don’t see any reason why I should prevent you from doing it. Do you have any boundaries for me?

Chloe: What do you mean?

Me: Well, this is sort of like an open relationship now I guess, so do you have any rules for me? Are you comfortable with me doing the same with other girls?

Chloe: Oh, I see. I had thought it was just going to be me. I guess I would say no, I’m not comfortable with you doing anything with other girls. Is that ok?

Me: Of course baby, boundaries are boundaries and you are entitled to yours. For now I will just focus all my attention on you!

~

I think this was the first time the word “cuckold” entered my mind as a label for myself. I shoved the thought aside, because the stereotype was so strong and so widely ridiculed. Hell, I had used the word “cuck” to insult others in the past. I couldn’t possibly be one, could I? Eventually my identity crisis led me online where I discovered terms like “hotwife”, “stag”, “vixen”, and so forth. I was certain that I couldn’t be a cuck, so I decided these kinds of terms better described our situation.

I mentioned in my last post that Chloe loved talking about our sex life with other people, far beyond my level of comfort. The term she chose was to tell her friends that she was in a “semi-open” relationship — she could do stuff with other guys, but I couldn’t with other girls. She made sure all of her sorority sisters were aware of this, because the first thing she wanted to use her newfound freedom for was partying. Her sorority had a code that if anyone had a boyfriend, they would stop them from slutting it up at parties. But slutting it up was exactly what Chloe wanted to do, and she’d soon get her chance.

Fall semester started back, and with it came the back-to-school frat parties. While I didn’t have exclusive access to my girlfriend’s body anymore, one thing I did have was a car, so I quickly became her chauffer to late-night parties at sketchy houses that I was not invited to. In case you don’t know, the general rule for frat parties is that any girls can get in free, but the only males allowed are members of the frat and their close personal friends. Since I didn’t have any friends in frats, that meant I couldn’t tag along.

The first night I dropped her off at a party, we had a conversation to make sure we were both comfortable with our newfound arrangement. She asked me if I would be okay if she danced with some other guys, and I said I was. She asked about kissing. I said that was fine too, and she didn’t need to ask unless clothes started to come off. It was probably naïve of me to think nothing would happen that night, but at the time I honestly figured she wouldn’t even use her new privileges at all, or if she did that it would just be some light grinding.

About an hour after I dropped her off, I got the first text. “Grind: 5. Make out: 2” was all it said. I can’t describe the emotions that hit me after reading that. Excitement and concern for sure, but above all else: arousal. Holy shit, the arousal. This was completely different than what happened with Tyler, where the only people who knew about it were the three of us. Now, everyone at this party knew. She would have had to tell all her sorority sisters, lest they try to stop her, and of course I’m sure all the other guys noticed how much she was slutting it up.

I was loving it, and while I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in some edging, I didn’t dare finish. I wanted to keep myself in the headspace where I knew I was okay with all this in case more texts came in.

It was nearly 1am before I got the next text.

~

Chloe: Hey baby. Soooo I kinda got a little carried away.

Me: Yeah? Grind on and make out with even more people?

Chloe: Well yeah but that’s not what I meant. I’m sort of in one of the bedrooms here with one of the guys who lives in the frat house. Please don’t be mad, but I kinda just got done sucking his dick.

Me: What the fuck Chloe we literally just established a rule that says to check with me first.

Chloe: I know! I’m sorry but we were just dancing and kissing and then he asked me if I wanted to come upstairs and I’m drunk and it just happened. I’m sorry and if you tell me to I will get up and leave right now. If it makes you feel any better, he only lasted like 15 seconds.

Me: 15 seconds? So I’m guessing that means you didn’t get any pictures or videos either?

Chloe: No, I’m sorry! I know that was another rule. He says he wants to fuck me though, and I still haven’t gotten anything so I kinda want to fuck him too. Maybe then I could get you some? Would that be ok? Would that make it up to you?

Me: Okay. Thank you for asking this time. Yes, as long as you use a condom and get pictures, that’s okay, but you better be ready for me to fuck you too when you get home.

Chloe: Ok! Thanks baby! Text you later :)

~

After the text conversation, I sat lightly stroking my diamond-hard dick and thinking about how I felt. This was only the first night she had been out since our new arrangement, and she had already broken 2 of our rules. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to be upset. I wanted to text her and tell her I had changed my mind and I wasn’t comfortable with her disregard for our rules. But I couldn’t bring myself to send that text any more than I could bring myself to be upset. The truth was I wasn’t feeling a shred of anger or regret anymore. I felt only arousal and an almost sickening sense of jealousy.

I don’t know why I suddenly felt jealous when I hadn’t before with the blowjob to Tyler. Maybe it was because I knew they were going all the way this time. I mean fuck, I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Maybe it was because she was having those wild college one night stands I had always heard about and I wasn’t. Four hours ago, this guy and Chloe didn’t even know each other existed, but at that very moment he was probably burying himself in my girlfriend’s pussy as she moaned her encouragement.

But the jealousy could not overcome my arousal, and I was barely able to stop myself from finishing while I waited for the next communication from Chloe. It came after another hour or so, and it was a mass text of images. There were at least a dozen images, and one video. About half of the images were of Chloe blowing him, and they were much better lit and framed than the ones she had sent me from her visit with Tyler. They were both completely naked in all the pictures and she blew him in my favorite position, laying on her belly with he knees bent and her feet in the air ( [r/thepose](https://www.reddit.com/r/thepose/) for examples). I briefly wondered how the conversation went when she handed this guy her phone and asked him to take these pictures, but the next images shook the thought from my mind.

The next image was Chloe straddling him, sitting just behind his dick which was wrapped in a condom. I assumed she had included this picture to prove that she had followed the condom rule, but I don’t think she intended for it to be one of the hottest images in the set. She was delicately holding his cock in her hands, tip pointed up, and it gave the perfect visualization of how deep it would go inside her. And this guy’s dick was *impressive*. It wasn’t as long as Tyler’s, but it was certainly longer than mine, and holy fuck was it girthy. It was easily the diameter of her wrist.

The very next image was the same exact angle and position, but she wasn’t sitting behind his dick anymore. It was fully, completely inside of her, and I had to gasp for breath after seeing it. I wondered if she had to take her time slowly working it in, or if she was so wet and aroused that it slid right in. Most of the rest of the pictures were from her riding him, but the video was something different. They had stood up, and the guy had bent her over the side of the bed and was absolutely railing her from behind. The sound caught me very off guard, because Chloe was being *loud* with her moans, much louder than I would have expected given that the house was probably still full of people.

The final image was of her lying on her back on the bed, absolutely covered in cum. He must have gotten close and then told her to lie down, ripped the condom off and finished all over her body. And knowing that it was his second orgasm, it was an impressive load. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to get that much cum on her body in all the times I’ve finished on her. Knowing Chloe, this type of cumshot is something she would have loved, so I wasn’t too surprised to see this image in the set — but that didn’t stop me from loving every pixel.

It felt like I spent an eternity starting at those pictures, but it was actually only about 10 minutes later that she texted she was ready to be picked up and shared her location with me. When I replied that I was on my way, I also said “I hope you’re ready for my turn”. She replied with only a “:)”.

When I arrived at the house to pick her up, she was leaning against a guy on the front porch. My suspicions that he was the one she had fucked were largely confirmed shortly after I pulled up. As soon as she saw my car, she turned around and gave the guy a deep kiss, bending one knee and wrapping an arm around his head as she did so. The kiss lasted for a good 15 seconds before she broke it and nearly skipped to the car.

The car ride home was relatively uneventful, but this almost made it hotter. Neither of us acknowledged the sex, or even the dancing or kissing she had done. We idly chatted about the music and type of beer at the party the whole way home. Once we closed the door to our apartment behind us, though, it was game on. I was ready for my turn.

She giggled into my mouth as I started kissing her aggressively, and from the moment our lips met I understood how people can tell when their significant others have been cheating by the way they smell. Chloe’s skin smelled absolutely nothing like it normally did, and the scent of what I could only assume was the other guy filled my nose just as the alcohol on her lips overwhelmed my taste buds. The combination drove me into a frenzy, and I lifted her up and carried her to our bedroom, tossing her on our bed.

Before I collapsed on top of my freshly fucked girlfriend, I lifted her legs and started to remove her Vans and socks. As I did so, she started to speak in an almost apologetic tone:

“Baby, I don’t think I can have any more sex tonight. I’m really sore.”

“But that was part of the deal, you said you would earlier!” I complained.

“I know baby and I promise I will tomorrow but tonight I just don’t think I can.”

Never one to press the issue, I started to bargain.

“How about a blowjob?” I asked.

“How am I supposed to tell you about what happened if your cock is in my mouth?” she asked as if she had been rehearsing the answer all night. “How about I give you my feet?”

This was a phrase I had heard several times since Chloe and I started to explore my foot fetish. Almost any time I was in the mood and she wasn’t, she would offer to “give me her feet,” meaning she would lay next to me on the bed with her feet in my face as I kissed and licked them while masturbating. Figuring this was the best deal I was likely to get, and dying to hear the story of the night, I accepted.

“Fine,” I said, “but I still want you naked.”

“Lay down then.” she answered.

I did as I was told and pulled my pants and underwear down before lying on my back on the bed. Chloe stood up to undress, and when she did I noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Did you not wear any panties tonight?” I asked.

Chloe smiled slyly. “No, I did. But I couldn’t find them in Ryan’s room after we were done so I just left them.”

So Ryan was his name. I wrapped my hand around my dick as I imagined this Ryan guy finding my girlfriend’s panties the next morning and remembering the one night stand, maybe jacking off himself to the memory.

Chloe sat down and immediately pressed her bare feet into my face. I didn’t even pause to consider that they had been in tight shoes and socks for the last several hours as Chloe danced and partied, I instantly started running my tongue in long strokes from her heel to her toes. I’m always amazed at how Chloe’s feet always seem to smell and taste the same, whether she’s fresh out of the shower or freshly home from the gym. Always sweet, a touch salty, and all around delicious. After a minute or so, I stopped my foot worship.

“Aren’t you going to tell me the story?” I asked from beneath Chloe’s feet.

“I’m getting there! Suck on my toes.” she ordered.

I complied as she began.

“So when you first dropped me off I met with Makayla and Amber, and we hung out just drinking for a while. At some point I started to get tipsy, and a song I liked came on so I pulled them both onto the dance floor. We danced for a few minutes before I felt a guy come up behind me. I didn’t even turn around, I just started grinding on him. I can’t remember how long we danced, but I know a few guys came and went and I danced on a few and made out with a couple as well. Eventually my drink was empty so I left to get another but Makayla was gone. I found Amber and we got drinks together and went back to the dance floor. I think that’s about when “I Kissed a Girl” came on and there were a bunch of guys around telling us to kiss and Amber just sorta shrugged so we went for it. It was actually really fun kissing her but we didn’t do it for too long before we just went back to dancing again.”

I transitioned to kissing Chloe’s soles again as she continued, my hand still slowly rubbing my cock, not wanting to finish before the story got to the good part.

“Eventually Amber left to get another drink and I just kept dancing by myself. That’s around when Ryan came up behind me. He wasn’t shy at all and he immediately put his hands on my waist, but I was actually really horny from kissing Amber in front of everyone so I just let him do it. I backed up and grinded on him for a few minutes before he put his hand under my chin and turned me around to kiss me. We kissed for a little before he asked me if I wanted to sit down and I said yes. We went into another room that was quieter and had couches and he sat down and pulled me onto his lap. We told each other our names and he asked if I wanted to kiss some more and I said yes. We probably made out on that couch for 10 minutes before he asked if I wanted to go upstairs. I didn’t really understand what he was asking but I just said yes and we got up.”

I remember smiling at this, finding it absolutely adorable how naïve she was to not know what Ryan was suggesting. She shifted her position so that one bare foot was now resting on my chest, while the other remained in my face for me to focus my kisses on.

“He took me up to his bedroom which was on the second floor of the frat house and closed the door. We started kissing again, and he put his hands under my shirt so I just raised my arms and let him take if off me. I think it was around this time I thought about texting you, but then he took his shirt off and holy fuck baby, he was so hot.”

“What did he look like?” I pulled away from kissing her feet to ask.

“Well you saw him a little bit when you picked me up, but he’s probably three inches taller than you, which makes him like five inches taller than me which was fun. And his chest was so hot, muscular and totally hairless which I didn’t know I liked but I guess I do. As soon as I saw it I just wanted to get his dick in my mouth as soon as possible.”

I didn’t say anything back, but my stomach flipped at how quickly she had been willing to compare him to me, even though so far it was just my height. She took my silence as permission to continue.

“So I started unzipping his pants and just got on my knees and started sucking. I didn’t do any of the normal like slow build stuff I usually do, I guess I was too drunk to remember to be subtle. But I guess all the kissing was a lot of foreplay for him or something because the next thing I knew he was cumming in my mouth.”

“He just came in your mouth with no warning?” I asked. I had always warned Chloe when I was about to cum from a blowjob.

“Yeah,” she answered, “I think he was surprised too.” She sounded very proud of herself.

“Did you swallow?” I couldn’t resist asking.

“Well I didn’t really have much choice, it was either that or spit it on the floor which didn’t seem like much of a choice so yeah. He must have liked it though because he called me a “good slut” after which was kinda hot.”

I had to take my hand completely off my dick to stop from finishing at this point. I could hardly believe what Chloe was telling me. Not only had she sucked this guys dick while kneeling, something she had never done for me, but she had now swallowed two different guys’ cum, neither of whom were me. I would later learn that Chloe only liked giving kneeling blowjobs to tall guys, and since I wasn’t much taller than her that’s why she didn’t do it for me.

“Why are you stopping?” she asked, noticing I had moved my hand off my dick and was using it to press her other foot back into my face.

“I’m just really close but I don’t want to finish yet.” I answered.

“Yeah? Is it my feet or me telling you what happened?”

“Well, both, but mostly the story honestly. Please keep going.”

“Hmm,” she mused, “keep licking my feet and I will.” My tongue was pressed against her soles instantly.

“So after he came I felt bad and went into the bathroom connected to his room and texted you. He called out to me and told me that if I gave him like five minutes he wanted to fuck me but I told him to just give me a minute. Once we came to our arrangement over text, I decided to give him a little show and went ahead and got completely naked in the bathroom and just grabbed my phone. Now that I think of it, that’s probably where my panties ended up.”

She laughed at that realization before continuing.

“When I opened the door he was lying on the bed still naked, and I told him that we could fuck as long as he had a condom and took pictures. I thought he might say something about the pictures but he just looked at me and was like ‘ok’ so I got into the bed with him. He was still soft so I just started kissing him and kind of touching his dick.”

“You kissed him right after swallowing his cum?” I interrupted.

“Yes, and you’re awfully talkative for someone who should be sucking on my toes.” she retorted, wiggling her toes on my lips. I did as she suggested and she continued.

“I started to feel him getting hard pretty soon, so I opened my camera and put it in his hand and went to start sucking his dick again. He said something about being able to last much longer this time but I wasn’t really paying attention. Once he was good and hard I asked him where his condoms were. He grabbed one out of a nightstand and started to unwrap it but I just grabbed it out of his hand and told him to worry about pictures. I put it on him and he told me to hold it up so he could see and took a picture. He acted like he was going to put the phone down but I told him he wasn’t done yet.”

“I appreciate all the pictures you got” I interrupted once again. This time, she lightly smacked my cheek with the ball of her foot in annoyance.

“Lick!” she ordered, pressing her sole to my lips.

“Anyway,” she continued, “I put his dick in me and started riding him.” I briefly considered interrupting again to ask how his dick felt, but thought better of it. Luckily, I got my answer anyway.

“Honestly I almost came in the first minute.” she said. I returned my hand to my dick and resumed masturbating, never taking my lips off Chloe’s feet. As soon as I touched my dick, I realized I was ready to blow at any minute.

Chloe continued. “I don’t know if it was all the kissing and foreplay or if it was just his really nice dick. He was like, just a little bit longer than yours and like a lot girthier so it just felt amazing.”

I couldn’t help but let out a moan at the comparison of my penis to Ryan’s. Chloe noticed and smiled, and knew instantly that she had me. She moaned a little herself before continuing in a now much more seductive, deliberate voice.

“Oh yeah baby, his cock felt *sooo* good inside of me.” she cooed. “He sort of tried to pull me off of him and flip me over, but I told him I was close and just grabbed his hands and put them on my tits. I rode him for a few minutes while he played with my nipples and it felt amazing. Finally, he reached around and smacked my ass and as soon as he did I came *all over* his dick.”

As soon as these words left Chloe’s lips, I erupted. Hours of edging and one of the hottest nights of my life led to a huge orgasm, but when I was done I couldn’t help but notice that my load still wasn’t as big as the round 2 load Ryan had blown all over Chloe’s body earlier.

Chloe smiled at me following my orgasm, and I let out a deep sigh. “Did you like that?” she asked. I could only nod a yes in response.

“Well I didn’t even finish the story yet.”

This is when the feeling of regret first started to well up inside me. If you don’t know about post-orgasm remorse, it’s a real thing, and it’s ruined more than a few open or cuckold relationships. And I was feeling it coming on strong. How could I let my girlfriend do this? Worse still, how could I be getting off to it? I was disgusted with myself, but I knew that the next time I got horny I was going to want this again, so I chose my words with Chloe carefully.

“That’s okay baby, I’m good. You can tell me the rest another time.”

“But now I’m horny again.” she countered.

“You are?” I asked, surprised that she was getting into this.

“Yeah, I’m really enjoying telling you about the sex I had with another guy while you worship my feet. And I wanna finish the story.”

I had mere seconds to consider my options. Was I going to listen to the rest of this story of Ryan railing my girlfriend when it was now the last thing I wanted to hear following my orgasm, or was I going to tell Chloe no and risk never having this happen again? The choice was clear.

“Ok baby, let’s hear it.” I answered. Without so much as a pause to clean myself up, Chloe re-shifted her position so that her legs were spread but her feet were still in my face. She slid a hand between her legs and began drawing slow circles around her clit with her middle and ring fingers.

“Well, after I came I had to take a break, so I got off of him and laid down next to him to recover.” My stomach lurched at the mental image of my girlfriend having post-orgasm cuddles with this other man. “He let me rest and spooned me for a few minutes, but before long I felt him trying to slide himself back into me from behind.” She moaned as she began to masturbate more quickly.

“He fucked me kinda gentle from behind for a while but eventually I asked him if he thought he was going to be able to cum again. He said maybe if we did his favorite position so I asked him what that was. He made me stand up and then he bent me over the bed and slid into me from behind. Baby, he fucked me so. Hard.”

It was at this point that Chloe paused the story and fully gave into her masturbation. She lied flat down on her back, and I stopped worshipping her feet so I could turn around and lay next to her. She continued the story through gasps and moans as she fingered herself more and more intensely.

“He told me I was being loud and everyone in the house was going to hear but that just made me moan louder.” she gasped. “I wanted everyone to hear. And then when I came the second time, I literally screamed.”

She stopped talking again and I could tell she was getting close. I whispered a question in her ear.

“Did it feel good baby?” I asked. She moaned in response, now masturbating with that quick consistent rhythm she used when she was close to the edge.

“So fucking good!” It was as if she was shouting over her own moans. “And then he said he was gonna cum so I told him I wanted it on me and he flipped me over and oh my fucking god baby, he completely covered me in his cum!”

With that her moans reached a crescendo and she climaxed, her naked body convulsing over our bed as she screamed “Oh fuck yes Ryan! Fuck! Fuck!”

It was the most intense orgasm I had ever seen her give herself, and the fact that it came as she screamed another guy’s name left me feeling a mix of arousal and concern, with thoughts that I might not actually be good enough to keep Chloe creeping into my mind. But I shoved those aside, just as I would many more times over the coming years. This would not be the last frat party one night stand Chloe had, but it was probably the most interesting.

Chloe never saw Ryan again, but she did moan his name when we finally had our reclamation sex the next morning.

~

As long as these stories continue to do well, I will continue to post about Chloe’s adventures. If that happens, my next story will most likely be about group sex. Stay tuned.

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