My wife is owned by another man [FM M] [cuckold fucking]

“Yes, I love you, Christopher,” Leanne said, “That’s why I married you. But this thing with Paul, it’s different. And it’s not cheating.”

“What?” I said, “You’re going to have sex with him! How is that not cheating?”

“He just wants anal,” she said, her tone weary, like she was explaining something basic. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Deep red, in a short, cute style, it looked good on her.

“You don’t even let me near your ass,” I protested.

“Yes, obviously,” Leanne rolled her eyes, “You’re married to me, you get my pussy whenever you want it, I don’t know why that’s not enough for you. But my ass has always belonged to Paul.”

I glared at her. “Fine, your pussy’s mine? Let’s fuck. Right now.” She was sitting next to me on the couch wearing sexy black lingerie that I’d never seen before. I reached over to grab her hips, but she swatted my hand away.

“No,” she said, “Now’s not a good time.”

I started, “But you said–”

“I meant, in theory,” she cut me off, “But if you let me finish, what I was saying is that I promised my ass to Paul long ago, and he’s in town, so now he’s coming over. It’s between me and him, it doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“How come I’ve never heard of him before?” I said.

Leanne rolled her eyes again. “Because it didn’t matter. I married you because I love you and want to start a family. Paul just likes my ass. It’s totally different, unrelated to one another.”

“Well…” I said, my head spinning, “Can I at least watch?”

Leanne sighed and shook her head. “If you have to.”

I wasn’t ok with this, but what was I going to do?

When the doorbell rang, Leanne sprung up. From where I was sitting, my view of the front door was blocked. “Paul, baby!” she sounded delighted, “I missed you.”

Paul’s voice was a deep baritone. “Hey, babe.” I heard the slap of skin on skin and a yelp. Then I saw my wife wrapped around a well-muscled guy at least a head taller than me, his hands on her ass, their lips pressed together. He kicked the door closed and pushed Leanne up against the wall, leaning into her as they kissed, his fingers running through the crotch of her panties.

“Hey!” I objected.

Paul broke the kiss and looked at me. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, he’s harmless,” Leanne said, “Him and I got married. He’s gonna raise my kids.”

“Cool,” Paul said, turning back to her. He’d pulled her panties to the side and was shoving two of his fingers deep in her pussy, making her gasp. “He just gonna sit there?”

“Stay away from her pussy,” I said, knowing how ridiculous and pathetic it sounded, but unable to stop myself from saying it.

“He said he wanted to watch,” Leanne said between moans. Then she turned to me. “Christopher, it’s just his fingers. Shut the fuck up if you want to stay.”

“Ok,” Paul said, not caring. He had pulled down my wife’s bra and was sucking on her big tits while she arched her back. Her legs were spread and he was fingering her ass now, too.

Leanne groaned. “Let me get you hard.”

She backed off and watched Paul take off his clothes. I wasn’t surprised to see muscles rippling across his chest, down his powerful legs. His cock was at least twice the size of mine, and his balls… they were huge. It stung, watching Leanne ogle him.

I whimpered as Paul sat down on the couch next to me. He kicked my coffee table out of the way and Leanne got down onto her hands and knees.

Staring him in the eyes, Leanne took his dick into her mouth, sucking and slurping on it, making him stiffen up. Soon, his cock was towering, throbbing, glistening as it dripped in my wife’s drool. I wanted to object, but to what? How?

She sucked on his giant, taut balls for a turn. He groaned and smacked his cock into her forehead, making her giggle before going back to sucking on it.

Paul placed his hand on the back of Leanne’s head and pushed her down. She took him down and down and down, and I could hear her choking.

“Ah, fucking fantastic,” Paul said. She’d reached the base of his cock. He turned to me, “She ever do this to you, mate?”

I shook my head.

“A shame,” he said, “You’ve no idea how good this feels.” He released her head. “Ok, come up for air now, babe.”

She popped back up, gasping, fluids dripping from her lips, then dropped right back down, this time without Paul’s hand having to guide her.

“Fucking amazing,” Paul said, look of pleasure on his face. “Not many women can get my whole cock down their throat. Leanne’s definitely a keeper.”

She slid her mouth off his cock, makeup smeared, eyes watering, but a look on her face like she was glad for his approval. I couldn’t believe it, she never looked at me that way.

“Lower, baby,” she said. And Paul slid down the couch, spreading his legs wider as my wife stroked him off, sucking on his sac. His balls were far too big to fit into her mouth, but she was running her tongue all over them, nuzzling against them like they were her favorite toy.

Then her tongue ran lower, and she licking his taint, then this ass, all the while stroking his cock harder and harder. He was groaning in pleasure, letting her take her time, clearly in no hurry.

After a while he said, “Alright, girl, get up.”

She quick and obedient to his instructions. He stood and grabbed her wrists, holding them together behind her back, holding her against him he kissed her, shoving his fingers in her pussy.

“Didja miss me?” he said.

“So bad,” Leanne whispered.

“Did your ass miss me, too?”

“I need it,” she whimpered.

He took his fingers from her pussy and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked on them. He grinned. “You always were a thirsty slut.”

“I’m so hot for you.”

“Does your husband know you paid for my flight?”

“What?” I cried.

Paul laughed. “So then does that means he also doesn’t know I’m staying here?”

“Auughh!” I couldn’t even make a word, formless sounds just burst from me. Leanne’s betrayal…

“Hot damn,” Paul said, “You are a skank.” He shoved her over the couch next to me, lifting her arms up until she yelped, pinning her in place. “What do you think, Christopher? She needs some punishment, right?”

I stared in horror as he slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint.

She bit her down on her lip, sucking in a breath through her teeth. “Oh, I’ve been a bad girl…”

Paul spanked her butt again, and she spread her knees, presenting herself to him.

Leanne’s pussy was dripping and hot. I’d never seen her like this, she’d never let me put her in such a vulnerable position, never gotten this wet. But here Paul was, smacking her crotch while she moaned and begged for more.

Paul turned to me. “Look at this nasty bitch,” he said, “Fuckin loves getting slapped around.”

Leanne was writhing, wriggling in Paul’s grip, but he was strong and barely noticed. He was gripping his cock, guiding it towards her ass. “But now her real punishment begins.”

Leanne’s asshole was tight, and as he pushed himself in, I was shocked to see her so eagerly stretch around Paul’s girth. She groaned loud as he began pumping his dick in her, and I recognized the look on her face, the crazy gleam in her eye. More than enjoying it, his cock was bringing her true ecstasy. Not even a minute in and she was climaxing. Faster than I’d ever seen, she lost herself to lust as Paul’s cock penetrated her ass over and over again.

He released her arms and picked her up, holding her by her thighs, bouncing her ass on his dick in front of me. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hanging open and drooling as she wildly rubbed her crotch.

“Your wife’s ass is fucking incredible,” Paul said. I was trembling, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as I watched his huge balls slap against her over and over, his dick skewering her ass. “I’m gonna fill her with my fuckin cum.”

“In my–” Leanne groaned, “In my pussy…”

I squealed, “But you–”

But it was too late, his cock was shoving its way up into her sex. Leanne screamed in pleasure. I had a front row seat watching his balls flex as he pumped her completely full of his spunk.

Done, he dropped her to the couch, and she landed next to me.

“Leanne,” I whined, “You said! It’s, your pussy–”

“If you want my pussy,” she said, panting, not even looking at me, “Lick it off Paul’s dick.”

“What?”

Something slapped against my cheek. I turned and saw Paul grinning down at me, thick cock in his hand, guiding it back for a smack against my other side. I whimpered as it made contact.

“Come on, Christopher,” Leanne said, finally smiling at me, “You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”

I shook my head, whimpering my objection. I knew how feeble it sounded, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Come on, Christopher,” Paul said, “Be a good sport.”

“Christopher,” Leanne said, “You can be such an asshole sometimes, you know.”

I closed my eyes and buried my face in my arms wrapped around my knees. When I finally stopped crying, I pulled myself together and realized I was alone in the room. There was light shining out from beneath the closed door to Leanne and my bedroom, but when I tried to open it, it was locked.

Sniveling, feeling sorry for myself, I laid down on the couch and tried to sleep, but couldn’t.

Paul stayed only a few days, and then I was allowed to move back into the bedroom.

“That was so sweet of you, honey,” Leanne said, “To let me play out one of my fantasies.”

I shuddered.

“Let me know one of yours,” she added, “And we’ll do that, too.”

But of course we never did.

Weeks passed, and things returned to something like normal. We had sex in the same way we used to, but afterwards I would be unfulfilled. I couldn’t help but picture Paul, his thick cock pounding away at Leanne, swinging my face. I’d quietly cry myself to sleep.

And then one day, Leanne announced, “I’m pregnant!”

And of course in these modern times, the doctors are very precise with these things. I could do the math, I knew which night the child was conceived.

“I’m so glad we’re having a kid together,” Leanne said, “You’ll make such a great father.”

I wept.

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