I probed my feelings for a couple days. Thoughts swirled, I was both jealous and aroused beyond anything I’d ever felt. The sex between Marie and I had been on a level I’d not felt in years. But could I ever be ok with this arrangement? I didn’t have a good answer I waffled between cutting ties and with her and wanting to make this arrangement work. Eventually even I’d had enough of my moping and self loathing and decided that this was something I could live with. While she was at working the morning shift I decided to move my things back into our shared room as a surprise when she got home. I waited impatiently for her return occupying my time by searching porn sites for a new unexpectedly arousing genre, I found myself typing BBC and Cuckold into the search bar of several porn sites. I edged myself several times waiting for the end of her shift, careful not to go past the point of no return.
Marie arrived back to hour apartment around 6:00. I had dinner ready and candles lit. He walked in the door in shock at the scene. She was still in her work clothes and said she wanted to shower and change before dinner. I waited patiently until I couldn’t take it anymore and went to go see what was taking her so long. I opened the bathroom door and over the sound of the running water, I could here faint whimpering. Having figured she’d seen the bathroom door open and offered no protest, I walked to shower and pulled back a small section of curtain to reveal her with the shower head pulsing her clit in one had while she steadied herself against the wall with the other. She looked back and saw my gawking, she smiled in an invitational manner so I immediately disrobed and joined her. I stood behind her and took the shower head and returned to it’s resting place and began rubbing her. Her ass started grinding onto my already hard dick. I started kissing her neck and, with my other hand started massaging her breasts, occasionally squeezing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I stopped before she started to squeal to loudly and shut the shower off. We stepped out of the shower toweled off and moved across the hall to the bedroom. I looked down the hall and out to the dining room and realized my dinner was to be for naught, which I was ok with.
I threw her onto the bed and immediately pulled her towel out from under her. I shoved my face between her legs and started darting my tongue around the lips, occasionally allowing it slip between. “Do I do this bette than Justin?” I asked. in between moans she laughed a little “Justin doesn’t do this at all”. What an asshole I thought. After several minutes and lots of moaning pushed her all the way onto the bed and put her legs up onto shoulders and put myself into her. I started with slow long deliberate strokes, I wanted to feel every inch of her pussy. Soon I my inhibitions were out the window and I couldn’t help but mutter. “Do it here” “Do what” she was confused. “Invite him over here. I want you fuck him here.” She instantly got wetter, so wet I could hardly even feel any friction. I had to taste so I slipped down and went back to her soaking wet pussy. I brought her close to another orgasm but again stopped just before to increase her irritation. I moved back uppitiest and kissed her deeply. “Are you sure?” “Yeah I think so” I would have agreed to anything in that state. “Text him right now and set something up”. “Why do you want us to do it here”? “I want to hear it, tell him I’m going to my parents for the weekend you’ll have the place to yourself.” She rolled over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone and flipped it open (yes this was that long ago). She found his last message which was one of several messages from him she’d ignored. “Come to my place Saturday night” she sent. “Is Wouldboy gone”? “Yeah he’ll be gone all weekend.” That was all he needed to hear. “I’ll be there” was all he said back. Satisfied yet uneasy, I went back to the task at hand. I didn’t last much longer after that. We finished together in missionary and I slumped over in an exhausted heap.
Saturday night came. I moved my car into a parking lot a couple hundred yards from our apartment and we had a quick make out session before. We drank a bottle of wine between us and smoked a bowl to loosen us up and ease our nerves. Justin was supposed to arrive around 8 but ended up coming closer to 9. We heard the knock on the door and Marie and I shot each other nervous glances as I quietly dashed to my old room. I overheard some muffled small talk that lasted for no more than a few minutes. Apparently he wasn’t really that interesting as they moved into the bedroom soon after. It wasn’t long before I heard a “damn girl” through the walls. I pulled out my rock hard dick and started stroking, edging myself and backing off several times. I continued hearing low moans bleed through the thin apartment walls. Then the main event. The low moans stopped and were soon replaced by a familiar higher pitched one, accompanied by rhythmic a quick rhythmic banging. Just as a thought I might go over the edge, I heard the low moaning again followed by silence. She wasn’t lying, all in all I’d say they were in that room for all of 15 minutes and I assumed 10 of that was her going down on him. I thought the 3rd time might the charm, but evidently not. I heard some muffled talking and Justin was gone within 10 minutes. I heard the front door close and immediately made my way to the bedroom to claim my prize. Marie was laying on the bed still naked and eyes that beckoned. My erection was obvious as I wasn’t trying to hide it. My clothes were on the store in a matter of moments and again I pulled her leg to the edge of the bed and claimed the messy prize between her legs. I lapped up the mess entousliastly as she writhed and moaned. This time, I stayed there long enough to bring her to two spasming orgasms. I hopped onto the bed and she jumped on top and rode me to a mutual orgasm.
After laying around for awhile post coital bliss Maria rolled over and said “I want one more thing.” All bets were off at this point, we’d been through too much to hold anything in. “Remember that story you used to tell me? About going down on that guy while his girlfriend watched?” I did remember, how could I forget? “Yeah” I croaked, “I want THAT”. I wasn’t surprised, she’d asked me a lot about that story, how did the idea come up, what was she doing during, if I’d swallowed, she wanted every detail, many details I didn’t remember, some I had to make up just to satisfy her. “I’m game” I said “but how do we find someone?” This was pre Grindr, pre Tinder, and I was NOT going onto Craigslist and inviting a potential weirdo into our home. “Do you remember Ryan?” Ryan was a short skinny, blonde curly headed guy she worked with. Ryan was gay and not terribly shy about it. I wouldn’t exactly say he was my type, as I’m not sure I really had a type, but the idea intrigued me. “Ryan used to tell me all the time how hot you were.” I was flattered. I did however have one misgiving. “How old is he?” When first I’d met him he was a high school student working part-time. “18 I think. I know he’s going away to college next year so he’s probably 18.” “Well find out, I’m not going to jail for you” I laughed.
Two nights later Marie came home with a huge smile on her face. “He’s in” she said as soon as she’d made it through the door. “You actually asked him?” I gawked. I couldn’t believe it. But as I had come to find out, everyone knew about her and Justin’s fling and she’d developed quite the reputation there, one she wasn’t ashamed of. “I told him that you thought he was cute too and that we had arraignment”. She was getting so bold, I couldn’t believe who she’d suddenly turned into. “Did you tell him you wanted to be there for it?” “Uhh, not really, but I think he knows” “Think?, that might make it awkward right?” “I asked him if he wanted to come over Saturday night, so I think he understands”
Saturday night rolled around and we had begun our new pre-meeting ritual, making out, groping, weed and booze. She kept telling me how excited she was to see the show. At one point I slipped my hand into her pants and she was soaked. By the time Ryan turned up, on time, I was loose, and ready to go wherever the night took us. He took a seat on the couch with Marie sitting between us. I offered him a hit from the bong we were sharing, we was clearly nervous and took a huge, coughing hit. Then a few more. We made small talk, they talked about work and gossiped, we were all clearly nervous. Seemingly growing impatient, Marie finally blurted out “Ryan used to tell me all time how hot you are”, I looked over at Ryan and he sort of chuckled. “I’m going to bathroom” Marie said as she stood up and shot me a look. I guess it was game time. “Well” I chuckled nervously, “Have you ever done anything like this before?” “Haha, not not really, but I’ve been with a couple guys before and even a girl once” “That’s good I guess” still chuckling nervously. I decided that getting this going would be much better than this uncomfortable small talk. So I slip over on the couch and went for his belt buckle, I fumbled around with until finally getting it open and slid his pants down around his ankles. I could see him already at least half hard. I started massaging his cock through his underwear. For a small kid, he had a surprisingly big dick. It swelled in my hand. He took his shirt off and I used the opportunity to slip his boxer briefs off. His cock sprang out fully erect. I had been awhile but I still knew when to do. I bent over and slowly inserted the head just between my lips and teased it with my tongue. Ryan let out a loud moan as I slipped my mouth over the head and swirled my tongue. I coxed out some of pre-cum which got me pretty excited and I let a moan slip out. I think that was Marie’s cue to return. She stood looking at the scene for a moment, I looked up and caught her eye. She moved over and occupied my original seat. I turned to face her and gave her a long deep kiss, sharing the taste. She was content to watch me as I worked. I stood and removed my shit and pants left only in my underwear and stood in front of Ryan who immediately pulled them off and slipped my cock into his mouth. He was good, I have to admit it. He started by move by putting the head of my cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue and grabbed both my testicles in his hands and began tugging and groping gently. I closed my eyes for awhile to take it in and when I opened them Marie had unzipped her pants and was rubbing her clit under her jeans. The visual was too much and I moved away to sit next to her on the couch. I helped her with her shirt and pants to leave her in only her lacy pink underwear and bra. “I just wanna watch she said” so I moved back to Ryan who was sitting back on the couch. I moved back over to him and picked up where I left off and started trying to deep throat him as best I could. I heard Marie get up and sit on the floor in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth. I kept going until I started to feel his legs tense under me and soon he was pumping his load into my mouth. Marie could tell what was happening and picked up the pace. I told her I was close and she stopped “I want him to do it” she said as she jumped next to me on couch. She leaned over to kiss me as Ryan made his way over and finished the job. We were kissing deeply when I had a loud spasming orgasm as he kept going, taking every drop of cum I had and then some.
We collected ourselves and got dressed. Ryan made up an excuse to leave I’m sure and was out the door soon after.
That was the end of that chapter in my life. Marie met a girl a few months later and apparently fell in love with her instantly and moved in with her . I was slightly relieved. She was getting erratic and I was worried about her. We are in touch occasionally to this day however, always cordial but don’t speak of these things anymore.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f5wi4f/college_cucking_mf_and_gay_experiencemm_and
Sexy story. Glad your things ended amicably, but sadly kinda anticlimactic from a story point of view lol. Hot read ?