Christmas is always a time for visiting old friends and family, and for me, it was no different. Well, maybe a little different. I hadn’t been home in over a year. I was running from a chaotic past that seemed to cling to me like that unlucky sock from the dryer. I also hadn’t seen my ex-boyfriend Travis since I moved away. We tried to make things work long-distance, but it was too much for me to handle. Not only was I trying to make new friends, but I was also trying to make a new life. Unfortunately, he was a constant reminder of the old, only ensuring I would never be free of it.
Initially, I had planned on telling nobody I was coming home. I was going to simply have my parents pick me up from the airport, and I would spend the holidays hiding out and biding my time until I could escape yet again. However, fate and rumors had different plans. Travis heard that I would be coming home from a source that remains undisclosed to this day, so he reached out to me. It was innocent at first, only talking about changes since we last spoke. “I would love you see you,” he finally said. My heart froze in place, and my jaw locked shut. In hindsight, I should have prepared an answer to this question beforehand, but I didn’t. Without thinking, I heard myself reply with a cheery, “Sure!” In my mind, I was screaming to myself, “What the hell is wrong with you!”
I thought about canceling, but I felt it would only make things worse and more uncomfortable while I was home. A simple coffee date would probably do us both some good after a breakup that happened while hundreds of miles away. Also, I wanted to see him. He meant a lot to me and saved me from more terrible decisions than I care to admit too. He is one of the few guys I slept with who actually cared about me.
With the ice broken, I instantly felt comfortable talking to him again, and before long, the conversations started turning more sexual. More specifically, towards his cuckolding fetish we accidentally discovered. I had cheated on him during a night out that consisted of too much tequila and even more bad decisions. I felt terrible the next day and obligated to confess everything to him. He was silent on the other end of my phone, and I waited, holding back tears, for him to tell me things were over and how badly I hurt him.
“How big was he?” he asked.
“What?” Was this some sort of guy thing where the cheating wouldn’t be so terrible if the guy was smaller?
“How big was he?” Travis asked again.
Travis is unremarkably average in the “size” department. Still, it never bothered me because everyone knows how you use it is what matters. The truth was Chase was a bit bigger than him. Was this some kind of trap? I thought about lying. I thought about saying, “He was so much smaller than you baby. He was nothing compared to you. No one could ever please me like you can!” But I decided against it. If I was going to lie, I should have stated that at the beginning by keeping my big mouth shut. “He was a little bigger than you,” I said, anticipating the screaming that was about to erupt into my ear. It never came.
“Did he cum in you?” he asked, his voice still incredibly calm.
I felt my cheeks turn bright red. What kind of game is this? I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth this time. How do you tell your boyfriend that you let some guy you hardly knew fuck you raw in the front seat of his car and then bust inside of you? “Why does that matter?” I asked. “If you are going to break up with me than just do it. I’ve already said I was sorry, and it was a huge mistake.”
“Why would I break up with you?” Travis asked. “I think it’s hot as fuck!”
My head exploded. We talked all about his secret cuckolding fetish, and he even encouraged me to keep seeing him. I gladly took him up on his offer. All he wanted in return was some pictures, videos, and detailed descriptions, which I was more than happy to oblige. I also learned that it is surprisingly easy to talk a guy into fucking you while you facetime your boyfriend.
Now, going back home, he brought this up again. Travis told me that he found it really funny that the hottest sex he has ever had he hadn’t even been a part of. I couldn’t argue with him. I loved teasing him about how sore my pussy was while he sat alone stroking himself.
When I made it home, I met Travis for our coffee date, and it was a blast. In fact, it was so much fun we never even drank any coffee. I couldn’t help myself when I saw him and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He may not have been expecting that, but he didn’t seem to mind. In no time, we were back at his apartment, and I was on my knees sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I could feel him getting close, so I stopped, not wanting to end our party too early. He walked me to his couch, slowly slid my jeans around my ankles before returning the favor with his tongue. He had always been skilled, and I remembered how amazing he was at licking my pussy. I felt tingles of pleasure coursing through my entire body. He pressed his thumb hard against my clit, causing my feet to come off the floor as an orgasm washed over me.
He stood behind me, teasing my slit with the head of his cock, waiting for me to relax just enough for him to slide in. “Would you do me a favor,” he asked.
“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt his cock push into me. “Yes, anything!” I wasn’t lying. My brain has a tendency to turn off entirely before, during, and after an orgasm, so anything was actually on the table.
He spoke slow and smooth, with just the right amount of confidence. “I want you to fuck my friend Jason.” He thrust into me again, and I felt the slap of his balls against my clit. “I want you to fuck him and I want you to let me watch.” Again, he slammed into me, forcing me onto my tiptoes. “I want to watch you be an absolute slut for him. Can you do that for me?”
I was so close to another orgasm. The thought of fucking someone in front of him was driving me closer to the edge. Teasing him, making him watch another man own my pussy. “Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, I’ll fuck anyone you want!” Another quivering orgasm shook my body, and then I felt his warm cum flood my pussy. A promise is a promise, and this sealed the deal better than a handshake.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rv4pne/fm_christmas_cuckold_pt_1