Kayla and Cuckster – a couple gets Dominated

For those that have never read any of my history, my fiancé, “Cuckster”, and I are in a cuckold relationship. We at one point broke up because I secretly fucked one of our most frequent bulls – a former roommate and bully of his named Brandon – on our wedding day. A wedding which then didn’t happen.

We are back together happily now and went back to cucking him. We then decided to have me get pregnant by a bull and proceeded to get me creampied by a stranger, his uncle, another regular bull and even Bully Brandon again. Alas, no baby but I did get ..a little something that required trip to the doctor, a shot and some pills. It was embarrassing but not serious. It happens when you take too many loads in your pussy and ass.

So we stopped playing. Swore it off and said we would change. This is the story of how we got back in the saddle.

Sex was nice during the break but not what we had. I did stay off BC and Cuckster continued to use condoms for vaginal sex for the time the being because we weren’t sure what would be next.

For excitement, I would describe old escapades in detail. Eventually, it wasn’t enough. Then, I told him what it was like to fuck Brandon. I would describe Brandon’s huge cock pushing my pussy open and him pumping his cum into me. How he would have me service his big dick and lick his asshole in the morning when I went to live with him during our short break up.

One day, I put a nice sized metal butt plug inside me and was furiously fucking myself with a glass dildo when Cuckster walked in. Cuckster sat next to me and started to suck my tits and then took out his dick and stroked it. I asked him if he wanted me to talk dirty to him to get him off.

“Yes,” he said. “tell me about our wedding day. Tell me the details about how you cheated on me with Brandon, and he came inside you while I got ready to spend my life with you.”

I did. And we both came. Hard.

Clearly it was time to return to cucking. It was who we were. But we had to do it different. Condom only. It will still be exciting. When they are ready to cum, they can make me swallow their loads every time. No drop will ever be wasted. Cuckster will be the father but will still be cucked by bulls for as long as we are together. Same life – a tad bit of sanity.

So, we set up a date. A friend of ours told us about an App called Feeld. It’s like a Tinder for kinky people and couples looking for thirds and fourths. It was amazing that there are guys on their outright looking for cuck and hot wife situations and it tells you how many miles away they are! WTF

We had preferred the person we got to know, the neighbor, the work associate, the roommate, etc. But to dip our toe back after what happened, we just didn’t want to see any of those guys for now.

We swiped through a ton of profiles and landed a date with one whose read like this:

“Straight, tall guy who likes being outdoors and active. Looking for chemistry and sweaty, hardcore fun.

Interests: sports, dogs, reading, philosophy

Desires: Poly, dom, cucking, hotwives, third wheeling, MFM, MFF, and kink”

Promising.

After, we traded some pics (both of our profiles were scant on those) I decided he was very handsome. He said he was 6’1”and looked fit. He had dirty blonde hair, dark eyebrows and a five o’clock shadow. He looked a good bit like Theo James. He sent an unsolicited cock pic too. Yay! I hate asking and I hate guys that ask if they can send it. (I know today they should, but I am not that girl.)

It was a nice cock. Hard to tell size. But at his height his hands should be big and the proportion to hand comparison was good. And it was a pretty dick.

I asked him what “third wheeling” was. “It just means I take you on a date and your boyfriend/husband tags along,” he said. Love it. He made a reservation at a local upscale restaurant in a hotel we have been to and put it under his name.

I was nervous. I started getting ready early, picking out things to put on and doing my makeup. Cuckster was nervous too. He wanted the first time to be on my own. But this was hot and having him there made me feel safer after being out of the game for a bit.

I wore a knee length black cocktail dress. I was about ready when he texted.

“Wear red, something very short.”

Fuck. I sent him a pic of what I had on. I knew it looked great.

He texted back. “Absolutely stunning.”

Then he sent another: ““I said wear red and something very short.”

Okaaay…is this guy an asshole? Yet, I went with it and searched. I had something that in my opinion was not upscale enough for this place. It was more single’s bar. But it was short and mostly red. It would have to do. We were off.

We arrived and we were first. They sat us at a booth, and we sat together. After 20 minutes, “Greg” arrived. He looked like his picture, and I was relieved. He gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and then he looked me up and down staring at the dress, winked and said, “good girl”.

We sat and he gave Cuckster a firm handshake telling him he had a beautiful girl, and he was “smart to share her because girls like her need to be satisfied or they may just slip away”. Then he told Cuckster that when the server came over, he wanted him to kiss me, and he would order.

Cuckster chuckled awkwardly and asked, “Do you want to know what we want?”

“I know exactly what you want,” Greg said. “You want me to fuck your girlfriend and make her cum all over me. Now get ready. He’s coming.”

The server was a man in his 30’s and when he reached the table Cuckster hesitated, so I grabbed him and gave him a soft kiss and nuzzled him. But I held it as long as I could.

“Oh, erm…excuse me. Should I come back?” the server asked.

“No, it’s fine.” Greg said, “She will have a lemon drop martini with Grey Goose. He and I will just have goose straight up. We will all have the 10 oz filet Pittsburgh. Please bring us the charred broccolini and the mushrooms and shallots. No apps. No bread. And some bottled water would be great.”

“Excellent,” our server replied and exited as quickly as he could. I broke my looong kiss and inhaled some air.

“I don’t know what lemon drops and Pittsburgh are, and I don’t really eat red meat,” I said to Greg.

“Tonight, you will know and tonight you will eat it,” he said. My pussy started to tingle.

“What about you? You ok buddy?” Greg asked Cuckster.

“Honestly, Greg, I’m having a blast. What’s next?” Cuckster said with a big grin. Son of a bitch. He really was. We were on our first real three-way “date”.

“Next, you stay where you are and send Kayla to sit with me. She’s mine now for the rest of the night,” Greg explained, and they switched places. As we waited for the food Greg started to kiss me my neck and touch my leg. Lightly caressing higher and higher until he reached my thong.

Then he whispered in my ear, “take those off and place them in the middle of the table.” I did.

When the server returned with the drinks, Greg pulled me in and kissed me deeply slipping a tongue in my mouth and a finger in my wet hole at the same time. I could hear Cuckster stammer, “Uhmm..you can put the lemon thing over there now and we each had the vodka. That would be uhh great. Thanks.”

When I looked up Cuckster was beat red, but I felt worse for the server. My pussy was throbbing. Greg then sniffed his fingers and dipped them in Cuckster’s drink and stirred it. “A toast!” he proposed, “to new friends and new beginnings.” We clanged our glasses. A lemon drop is fucking delicious.

And so went dinner. I would love to describe every detail. It was intoxicating. He fed me bites of very red meat. He watched me chew. At one point he chewed a piece a tiny bit and pushed it in my mouth in a kiss which was gross but when he ordered me to swallow, I got hot and bothered. He was delightful to Cuckster. Funny and entertaining. And asking his opinion of what he was doing to me often. He wasn’t asking his permission nor quite mocking him. He was seducing us both. And it was working.

When the check came, he tossed his card and room key across the table to Cuckster. “Add 25%, pay the bill and meet us in the room” he instructed.

In the elevator we made out like teenagers – swapping copious amounts of spit. My underwear was still on the table for the lucky bus boy, so he made full advantage and had two fingers deep in me when the doors opened on the 7th floor. A couple in their late 60’s perhaps waited to enter awkwardly as I pulled myself together.

As soon as we got to the room, he bent me over and pushed me to the bed – then buried his face in my ass and pussy. I felt sweaty, unclean and had to pee a bit. “Can, I use the bathroom first?” I asked sheepishly. “No, hold it till you beg,” he said as he continued absolutely gorging himself on me. He was pressing his tongue deep in my pussy and swirling it around my asshole.

Eventually he told me to turn around and take out his cock. I unzipped him and peeled his pants and underwear down. It was hard with a little bead of precum.

Cuckster opened the door and walked in.

“Just in time,” Greg said. Kayla is about to worship my dick.”

I licked the cum off and tongued from his balls up to the tip and back down. Then I engulfed the entire thing reaching close to the base. He took my head and helped me get the last inch. He was about 7 ½ I would say. Really nice and good thickness. He smelled good too. He started to face fuck me plunging his cock into my throat over and over.

“It’s ok man, take it out and enjoy this,” he said to Cuckster indicating he should jack off on the bed. Cuckster did.

“Are you ready to cum on this dick?” he asked me. “Do you want to see me fuck your girl?” he said to Cuckster.

“Yesss…” we both said in breathy stereo.

He laid me down in missionary position and grabbed a condom out of his pants as was pre-discussed, put it on and put my legs up. He entered gently. And kissed me deeply. He was making love – not fucking. His thrusts picked up and it felt so good to have another man inside me. I really had missed it. I looked away from Cuckster when he took his mouth from mine. I’m not sure why. But when I did, he twisted my head back and said, “look at him.”

“Look in her eyes,” he ordered Cuckster. And he continued to fuck me. Harder now but not brutal. It was intense and intimate. Every time I would look at him, he would redirect me to Cuckster. He was staring at him too. “Keep going,” he instructed Cuckster, “and tell me when you are close.”

Then he started pistoning harder and whispered in my ear, “where do you want my cum pretty girl? In your mouth? You want him to see you swallow it?”

And, then I just couldn’t help myself. I discreetly reached down without Cuckster seeing and grabbed the base of his cock, slipping his condom off. I whispered back, “in my pretty little girl cunt, Daddy.”

“Fuck…I’m cumming,” Greg said.

“Me too,” and Cuckster shooting one of his biggest loads.

And then so did I…I came. I really came. Ejecting his cum out around his cock. I could feel it dripping down. And then I was flooded. Oh right. I never made that trip to the bathroom.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Good girl,” Greg smiled. He had done it on purpose.

Then he tossed the empty condom to Cuckster. “Sorry about that Buddy. You’re girl’s a whore.”

On the ride home, I told Cuckster I am staying off BC and I want him keep wearing condoms for vaginal sex.

We are who we are.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p7ki6l/kayla_and_cuckster_a_couple_gets_dominated