[FM] I found my FWB had a cuckold/hotwifing fantasy, and we went down the rabbit hole. – Part 2

*[If you want to know a bit more about me, [here’s a post for that.](https://www.reddit.com/user/SaysLuna/comments/w9j02v/who_is_luna/) If not, you can skip ahead!]*

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This story is a follow-up to [this post]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yynnmx/fm_i_found_my_fwb_had_a_cuckoldhotwifing_fantasy/). In case you don’t want to read it all, here’s a TLDR so you can know the backstory:

Backstory TLDR: Back in college, I found out I had a FWB – Marcus – who had a hotwife fetish that he had never explored. There’s an important detail: Marcus looked like Superman, but his fetish included his partner being with guys who would be considered “below average” in terms of looks. He shared his fantasy with me while we were clubbing. That same night I met a guy named Jacob, who fit the description – he leaned into and past the chubbier side – and who I was into, and we got “deeply acquainted” in the nightclub. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at my place the following day. Then I went back to Marcus, who had been observing us, and he fucked me like a maniac back at his place.

With that out of the way, let’s start today’s story:

After a night well spent with Marcus, I made my way back home in the morning. I knew I’d have the appartmentfor myself for the whole day, as Maria (my best friend and housemate) had a college exam in the morning and would be out with her boyfriend after that. So, I slept for a while, and woke up early in the afternoon, showered, shaved, and then ate. Jacob and I agreed that we’d meet that day at my place, but we didn’t discuss timetables. So, I texted him.

An hour later my doorbell was ringing. I received him in what I call the laziest outfit possible besides PJs: grey sweatpants and a white tank top. *I must say it’s a high success rate outfit, but perhaps that’s because guys who see it are usually already inside my apartment.*

Jacob, on the other hand, greeted me wearing a nice shirt and jeans. And he brought me a flower! Bless his heart. *If I’m gonna bang you, you know I’m gonna bang you, and you still make the effort, you can bet I’m going to bang you twice as hard.*

Despite his effort and my highly successful outfit, things started out slowly. I can’t blame either of us. There’s an expected level of awkwardness when you’re sober and meeting someone with whom your only past interaction involved alcohol, kissing, and fingering in a nightclub.

With that said, we didn’t need much of an icebreaker. Jacob was good at making small talk even though he was obviously nervous. I’m also good at using bluntness to shove aside awkwardness. After a few minutes in the couch where we repeated introductions from the previous night, I asked him if he was any good at massages. Understanding flashed through his face.

“I’m decent, yes”

And so I planted my feet on his lap as an offering. It didn’t matter if he was good at it or not, I just wanted to start getting touchy, knowing the rest would soon follow. He was good, though. His thumbs worked on my soles, using my socks to ease the friction.

“I need to tell you something” I wanted to be clear about the whole Marcus deal before we did anything.

“You’re only after me because of my money?”

I chuckled “No, though you look quite fancy in that shirt.” *Suave.* I let the compliment sink for a second while I thought about the best way to present my unique situation with Marcus. “I have a friend. A friend with benefits that is. We recently started exploring the idea of me being with other people and using that to fuel our… thing.”

He nodded but remained silent. I kept talking.

“Last night he was the one who noticed you were eyeing me. And I approached you because I dug you.” I paused for eye contact “I dig you.” Another pause. “But I wanted to put this out in the open before we did anything – well aside from what we did in the club – because I don’t want you to feel used as a placeholder for a fetish or anything like that. I’m genuinely into you.”

“You can keep saying that, it’s helping me with my nerves” he gave me a small smile. His hands never stopped working on my feet. “I’m into you as well”.

That melted some of my own anxiety “So you’re ok with it? I’m not gonna call him or anything while I’m with you. At most I was planning on letting him know what we did and how it went. But I can simply not mention anything at all if you prefer it that way, he doesn’t even know we’re together.”

“I’m ok with it, yes. You can tell him after, I doubt I’ll think of him when you get naked.”

I had to clear my throat and blink a couple of times. For all his nerves, this guy said all the right things. But he didn’t say it in a flirty way, which made it sound more genuine. And hotter.

He kept going “I’m not a virgin, but I’m not that experienced either. Are *you* ok with that?”

Later I would know that Jacob’s definition of “inexperienced” correlated with the number of girls he slept with, rather than with the number of times he had sex. He had been in a relationship for quite some time, which involved a healthy amount of sex, but never done it with anyone else after it ended. All this to say, Jacob knew what to do, he just didn’t feel particularly confident about it, and he had never stepped outside the boundaries of what he and his ex had tried.

To answer his question, the angel on my shoulder disappeared and let the devil take the steering wheel. In a gesture very much like our time in the nightclub, I climbed up to his lap and started kissing him. The electricity from the previous night blitzed right through our bodies, trumping any lingering awkwardness. All the remaining stiffness was concentrated on his crotch.

The good thing about not being in a nightclub was that we could strip. And strip we did. His shirt lasted less than half a minute. Let me say that Jacob was a damn talent at using his mouth: lips, tongue, and teeth. He knew how to kiss and knew how to work my neck, my ears and my breasts. I found myself panting before I was even naked. *To be fair, I’m easy to make pant whenever my neck is involved*.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for me to drag our naked asses to my bedroom.

“You were fingering me last night, do you remember?” I laid down on my back and parted my legs, offering him a full display of my pussy

“Of course,” he was beaming as he knelt on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you want to keep doing that? I was close to coming when we stopped. I feel like that’s a good way to get us back on track”

Jacob dove in between my legs. His fingers found me soaked, and his mouth worked wonders on my clit. My body didn’t need much coaxing. The first orgasm came surprisingly fast. I held his head tight against my crotch as he drove me past the edge before my hips started bucking.

“Can I do it again?” those were the first words out of his mouth after I let him remove it from my clit.

“Yes?” his question left me surprised, but not displeased.

I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, because he immediately resumed his efforts. I have to give Jacob major props, because he knew how to work around the initial extra sensitivity that comes after orgasm. He restarted slower than before. If the first few minutes in my bed felt like a sprint to orgasm, these felt like a calm jog.

Jacob worked me until I felt my body melting into the mattress. He didn’t drag an orgasm out of me, instead, he invited it with honeyed pleasantries. Despite my vocal, at times impatient requests to speed up, to move his fingers deeper, or harder, he stayed true to his pace. The first orgasm was quick, and so it packed less of a punch. But this second one? *Oh my*.

When it finally hit me, I thought my thighs would unplug Jacob’s head from his shoulders. My legs didn’t buck, they spasmed and trembled. My toes cramped. My fists almost removed the hair from the back of his head.

I took my time to regain my breath. Meanwhile, he was helping me descend from heaven without crashing, running his tongue up and down my vulva, tasting my lips.

“What was that you were saying about being inexperienced?” I had the stupidest smile on my face. He finally removed his face from my crotch, and rested his head on my thigh, looking at me.

“I used to eat my ex-girlfriend out a lot. I didn’t know if it works as well with you.” Jacob was a genuinely heart-warming guy. I don’t recall many people who looked as happy as he did after making me orgasm.

“I’m sure she misses your mouth.” I probably wouldn’t have said it if my brain was fully functioning. Thankfully, he seemed to appreciate it. “Want to switch places? I’m dying to repay the favor.”

He did. We mirrored our positions but instead of placing myself in between his legs, I chose to lay over one of them, resting my chest, and stomach on it. The added skin-on-skin contact works really well for me.

Jacob was hard as a rock, and he asked me to go slow. I naturally obliged, but I believe there is one, and only one truth about blowjobs: there’s no better head than sloppy head. I didn’t know if Jacob already knew that truth, but I was about to make sure he didn’t leave my bedroom without learning it.

Patiently, I wormed my mouth around, under, and over his balls, leaving a wet mess behind me as I moved up his shaft. His crotch was glistening before I first took his tip inside my mouth, but judging by his sound once I did it, he had been craving it. I kept my pace slow, with one hand around the base of his shaft, the other one distractedly caressing his balls. My head moved up and down, respecting his wishes to go slow, but not without intensity.

With some shifting and angling, I found a way that allowed me to take all of the length without much complaint from my throat. That’s when things got messy. Soon my nose was frequently bumping against his stomach, and I was grinding my own crotch against his leg, even at an awkward angle.

I struggled to remain at a sane pace. His moans and grunts begged my body to speed up and more than once Jacob had to stop me before I pushed him over the edge. At some point, I started purposefully picking up the pace just to see how far he’d let me take it. Aside from the occasional stop to breathe or cough, he had to push me off him a handful of times, but the fun he was having was showing bright on his face. As for myself, I didn’t really care if he came or didn’t at that moment, I just wanted to be a brat.

When he pushed me off the last time, he had the dreamiest smile on his face. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

*Can you make me melt even more?* I don’t know what worked about it, but his gratefulness was doing something wild to my mind.

The added benefit of sloppy head is that it makes it really easy to slide a condom. The moment he had his rubber on, I jumped on top of him. I confess I didn’t give him much of a chance to resist my pace. As soon as I sat on his dick, I put my hips into a frenzy. The more he moaned, the harder I went. I held my hair up with one hand while I ran the other over my body, feeling up my breasts, tracing my stomach, testing the flesh on my neck, teasing my nipple. I wanted to show off for him, but more than that, I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel. He had to stop me once again when I started sucking on two of his fingers while I rode him.

Jacob and I switched through a number of positions, most of them ending with me failing to discipline myself (sometimes on purpose), but missionary was where we found our mojo. I was laid down with my legs stretched, and he was on top of me, with every inch of our bodies touching, from our feet up to our chest. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and the angle made it so that his cock brushed my clit with every thrust he made. Being pinned by his body was enough to make my brain malfunction – I felt unable to resist his thrusts, and god, his kissing too. But I didn’t want to resist any of it either.

Jacob pounded into me. He was much more able to keep the pace when he was the one setting it, and I found myself being the one struggling to keep it together. I kissed him, hungrily, and my mind struggled between the need for air and the need for more. I couldn’t wrap my legs around him because they were pinned. I couldn’t hug him because he was holding my hands. I was at his mercy and boy did he make it worth it.

During one of the brief pauses for breathing, I managed to tell him I was close to another orgasm. Jacob picked the pace, and soon I was exploding again. As the orgasm hit me, he removed his weight, suddenly letting my body do whatever it wanted to. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him deeper into me as my pussy tensed and released around his cock. I hugged him so tight my body almost fused into his.

We stayed like that for a minute, before he slowly started rocking his hips again.

“I was wondering if you could make me cum with your mouth”

It took me a moment to piece his words together, but I gave him my biggest smile once I did. “I’d love to.”

“I was also thinking…” he stopped as he withdrew himself from me. He kept silent as he took his condom off.

“Yes?”

“I’d be ok if you wanted to send a picture to your friend. Of us. I don’t know if that is part of your thing, but I’m ok with it, as long as my face doesn’t show.”

I squinted at him, but a small smile betrayed me. “Have you done this in the past?”

He chuckled “No, never. But I think it’d be hot that’s all.”

I got up from the bed and sprinted to grab my phone, which was lost amongst our clothes in the living room. When I returned to the bedroom, I motioned for Jacob to sit near the edge of the bed. I handed him the phone and knelt in front of him. “Take as many as you want”.

Jacob didn’t last long after that. After having seen what worked with him, I had fun with his dick for a few minutes before moving on to the exercise of impaling my own throat again and again. That seemed to push some particular button on his brain, judging from his grunts.

He took a couple of pictures of me, with all of his dick stuffed in my mouth, before warning me he was close to coming. Thinking about Marcus for the first time since I had sat on Jacob’s lap, I withdrew from his cock and started jerking him off. I opened my mouth but didn’t bother much with pointing. I should have. Apparently, Jacob had an ocean of cum in stock, and his orgasm made a complete mess of my face: forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, mouth, and chin. You name it, it got messy.

It made for a hell of a photo. That was the photo I sent Marcus later that day: Jacob’s dick hovering over my coated face (spoiler, he absolutely loved it).

As if Jacob needed more cookie points, he held my hair and helped clean up my face with baby wipes. And then he helped me with a more thorough clean in the shower. Including helping me remove loose drops from my hair. Oh, and he may or may not have made me cum yet again while we were “washing”.

Jacob was a baller. What he lacked in confidence he more than made up with care and words of appreciation. Great mouth too. 10/10, smashed again more than once.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z83uh4/fm_i_found_my_fwb_had_a_cuckoldhotwifing_fantasy