Cuckold Never Get Bored

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I’m a 28-year-old tech consultant leading a rather mundane life. I’m quite the connoisseur of cuckold sex, but not as the cuckold husband—rather, the idea of fucking a wife in front of her husband gets me hard. While it might sound strange to some, there are couples out there who enjoy this dynamic. I’m not married myself, but the fantasy has always intrigued me.

I had this thing in my mind as a fantasy and I never expected it to happen in my life. There are quite a lot of couples on Facebook, some of them genuine, most of them fake. And among the few genuine couples, they expect to talk or meet only with other couples or single girls for threesomes. They are least interested in single males. Not all of them though.

So, I was at a trendy rooftop bar in the heart of Mumbai on a fine Friday evening, waiting for my colleagues to join me. It was around 8 PM, and the city lights were just starting to twinkle. I spotted a stunning woman sitting a few tables away, sipping a martini. She was wearing a deep red off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her cleavage was on full display, and her long legs were crossed elegantly. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled, a flirtatious spark in her gaze. I quickly looked away, but not before noticing the man sitting across from her, engrossed in conversation.

I tried to focus on my drink, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. She caught me staring again and winked, her tongue lightly licking her lips. I felt a rush of heat between my legs. Thankfully, my colleagues arrived, breaking the tension. We started chatting and laughing, and I tried to push the woman out of my mind.

One of my colleagues pulled out his phone and started transferring a movie to mine using an app. While the transfer was in progress, I received a notification from an unknown sender named ‘SensualSia’. Intrigued, I looked around and saw the woman from earlier smiling at me, nodding towards my phone. I accepted the file, my heart pounding in my chest. It was a photo of her, completely naked, her legs spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy. I was shocked but incredibly turned on. I excused myself to the restroom, locking myself in a stall to examine the photo more closely.

I pulled down my pants, my cock already hard. I stroked myself, imagining her lips wrapped around me, her tongue teasing my shaft. I came quickly, my breath ragged, my body shaking with the intensity of my release. I cleaned up and left the restroom, my mind racing.

As I walked back to my table, a man handed me a slip of paper and walked away. It was the same man who had been sitting with the woman. The note contained a Facebook profile link. Curious, I logged into my account and found the profile of ‘Sia and Rahul’. Their photos were steamy, featuring a woman with the same striking features as the one from the bar, though her face was blurred. The description mentioned they were a recently married couple looking to spice up their sex life before starting a family.

I started browsing through their photos, my cock stirring again as I saw more explicit images of Sia. I messaged them, introducing myself as the guy from the bar. They responded almost immediately, expressing their interest in a threesome. I hesitated, unsure if I was ready for real-life action. But the more they messaged me, sending steamy photos and videos, the more tempted I became.

They invited me to join them on a video call. Hesitantly, I agreed. I was fully dressed, but Sia was in a lace bra and thong, her body on full display. Rahul, her husband, was dressed casually, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Sia started the show, her hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples through the lace. She moaned softly, her eyes locked on mine. Rahul watched, his hand already in his pants, stroking himself.

Sia stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. She turned around, bending over slightly, giving me a clear view of her ass. She slowly pulled down her thong, revealing her wet pussy. She spread her legs, her fingers playing with her clit. I could hear her moans, soft and breathy, driving me wild. Rahul, unable to resist, stood up and positioned himself behind her. He entered her slowly, his hands gripping her hips. She moaned louder, her body pushing back against him.

I was rock hard, my hand stroking myself in sync with Rahul’s thrusts. Sia looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, her voice husky. I couldn’t respond, my mind a blur of desire. She smiled, knowing she had me. Rahul increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Sia’s moans filled the room, her body shaking with each impact. She reached her orgasm, her body convulsing, her juices flowing down her thighs.

Rahul pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness. He sat back down, his hand stroking himself. Sia turned to me, her eyes filled with hunger. “Come to us,” she whispered. “Let’s make this fantasy a reality.” I was lost, my body and mind craving her. I agreed, my heart pounding with anticipation.

They sent a car to pick me up, and within an hour, I was standing in their luxurious apartment. Sia answered the door, wearing a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. She led me inside, her hand trailing down my chest, her fingers toying with the waistband of my pants. Rahul was in the living room, a bottle of wine on the table. He poured me a glass, his eyes never leaving Sia’s body.

Sia turned to me, her robe falling open, revealing her naked body. She straddled me, her pussy pressing against my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through my pants. She ground against me, her moans filling the room. Rahul watched, his hand stroking himself, his eyes filled with lust. Sia stood up, her body shimmering with sweat. She turned to Rahul, her ass pressing against his cock. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips.

I stood up, my cock hard and ready. Sia turned to me, her lips curling into a smile. She took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I groaned, my hands fisting her hair. Rahul continued to fuck her, his thrusts matching the rhythm of her sucking. It was a symphony of pleasure, our moans and groans filling the room.

Sia pulled away, her lips glistening with my pre-cum. She lay down on the couch, her legs spread wide. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I entered her slowly, her pussy tightening around me. She moaned, her body arching towards mine. I started to move, my thrusts matching Rahul’s. We were in sync, our bodies moving as one, our pleasure intertwined.

Sia’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust. She reached her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I came soon after, my body shaking, my mind a blur of pleasure. Rahul followed, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing inside Sia. We collapsed on the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged.

That night was just the beginning. We met often, our encounters becoming more intense, more passionate. Sia and Rahul were open to exploring every fantasy, every desire. And I was there, ready to fulfill them, to push the boundaries of pleasure, to live out the cuckold fantasy in its rawest, most erotic form.