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Adam And Anabel

Adam And Anabel

by big_dawg9000
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Adam held Anabel's waist powerfully and tightly with his left hand. With his right, he palmed the small space between her shoulder blades. Anabel was kneeling on our brand new sofa with Adam standing behind her. From our new armchair just an arm's reach away, I watched them.

Gently, Adam pushed downwards on Anabel's delicate upper back, bending her body forward. As her soft cheek pressed into the black leather, Anabel turned towards me. She looked at me in a way I hadn't seen in a long time, since the first time we met at a party post-college. That night, in the kitchen of some guy's apartment who was a coworker of mine and a friend of her friend, we locked eyes. I walked towards her. A few minutes later she looked at me the same way as tonight, that time wondering if I had the balls to kiss a girl I'd just met, one whose shitty on-and-off boyfriend was in the other room.

Like then, she wondered. Was I really going to go through with this?

A few years ago, I never thought my cuckold fantasies would escape my mind. I kept them locked away in an impenetrable mental fortress, embarrassed by that part of myself and unable to explain why it exists. That was before I met Anabel, the only one who can break down my walls.

As I watched, Adam pressed himself into Anabel. I could tell he so badly wanted to feel her warmth wrapped around him for the first time. Who wouldn't? She was beautiful, flirtatious, and unbelievably turned on. She wanted this just as badly as I did.

The first conversation that led to this moment was a year prior. Tipsy after a Memorial Day party, were flirting around in our bed, alone in childless bliss, on the way to "poundtown" as probably would have described it at the time. I was very immature, we had only been dating a few months. And that day, I was tipsier than I planned to be. Stumbling through words, I mentioned that sometimes, just sometimes, the thought of her "cheating" on me, (with my blessing, of course!), was kind of a hot fantasy. I explained. I loved seeing her turned on, immersed in the heat of the moment, moaning and soaking wet. Her explosive orgasms were my favorite part of having sex. Watching one or two of them happen before my eyes, with freedom to focus all of my energy on her and lose myself in her pleasure? It sounded extremely hot to me.

To my surprise, she didn't say I was weird, run away, break up with me, or text some other guy without telling me. Her response mirrored none stories my anxious mind made up. She wasn't immediately ready to cuck me, but she didn't say no. The idea of it actually sounded kind of hot, she said.

Over time, she realized it was more than a passing curiosity of mine. Then, she officially became intrigued. Soon we began fantasizing in bed together. We showed each other dirty videos and we talked about so many moments: meeting someone and realizing they were right, the first time she touched another man, the moment when she became my hotwife. Fantasizing turned to brass tack planning. Before we knew it, we were backing out of our driveway, on our way to meet our first bull.

The first time I saw Anabel suck cock, I knew I made the right decision. We had decided together that we should start slow. We went to a Lifestyle party planning to do nothing more with strangers than kiss, and keep our clothes on under all circumstances. We kept our promises. Most of our clothes stayed on and Anabel only kissed him on the dick for a few minutes. That's all it took. The image of her smiling at me through two fresh loads, mine and his, gleaming across her proud face has been forever burnt into my mind.

In the spirit of moving slowly, for a few weeks we didn't go past that point. But rules are made to be broken. We went to another Lifestyle party a few months later, where she met a muscular bearded guy with a backwards hat, around our age. He was an inch or two shorter than me in height, but his cock was enormous, much wider than mine and an inch longer. He lasted ten minutes while she blew him, licking his balls seductively and working his shaft slowly and confidently. What a difference a little experience made. She swallowed every drop.

Now that her new friend was satisfied, Anabel stopped the show. She made me zip my pants. I was hard as a rock and only seconds from finishing. She told me to save her new friend's number into her phone. As I recorded Adam's number, the intoxicating mix of jealousy, pleasure and sexual frustration stirred inside of me. When we got home, we fucked like animals and I finally finished, filling her with everything I had.

It was hot as hell. Still, we hadn't crossed the threshold of what I consider full-blown cucking: Anabel taking another man's cock. After what felt like the three-hundredth roleplay about this scenario, Anabel said something I will never forget.

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"Baby, I'm ready."

"For what, baby?" I played dumb, wanting so desperately to hear her say it.

"I'm ready to get fucked. And I want you to watch."

We downloaded several apps we'd heard about, wanting to gauge interest. At first, there wasn't much. Our faces were blurred out from all the pictures we posted at first. We were worried about someone outing us. But I decided anyone who saw us on one of these apps would have to explain why they were there. And Anabel had nothing to hide. She is stunning, graceful and sweet. She could stop a baby from crying and men from fighting just by smiling at them.

One Friday night as we were out for a dinner date, I used Anabel's phone to take her picture. She wore a low-cut purple dress, tight around the hips with prodigious cleavage. You couldn't look at the picture and NOT notice her perfect, perky boobs. I navigated to contacts and found the newest one. I sent Adam the photo with the caption, "Oops! Accidentally wore this out with cucky hubby. Do I look nice?"

I noticed there were a few texts previously. I could only take a click glance at them, but they seemed like sexts. "Can't fucking wait to taste you again," was the last message from her. We hadn't discussed playing alone with this particular guy, but the idea of it was hot. I was not mad.

A few minutes later, Adam replied. "What are you doing later?"

I responded. "Adam, this is Anabel's husband. Come meet us at 88 Ogden St. We are at the booth in the corner and can easily fit a third ;)"

The time between Adam's arrival and Anabel's decision to fully submit to him, bent over on our couch, is a blur of moments that far surpassed any preconceived notion. At first, Anabel's face stayed a persistent shade of embarrassed pink. She didn't say much to either of us, and especially not him, worried about what everyone was thinking about the girl with two dates. As our first bottle of wine emptied out, Anabel began to enjoy the extra attention.

She turned between us, taking turns laughing, touching and sitting closely with us both. I remember when Adam loosened his nervous grip on his drink and placed his hand on Anabel's leg. Seeing I was okay with it, he rubbed her shoulders and brushed the hair off her neck. He held her face and they kissed, right there in the booth in the middle of the restaurant. As they finished kissing, she looked at me, making sure I was enjoying myself. She had a guilty expression but it vanished when she saw me. At that moment, I wanted this more than ever.

All three of us were on the same page. Anabel felt the magnetic pull of two men who craved her and suggested we skip dessert. I sat in the front seat of the Uber while Adam and Anabel sat in the back, quietly doing whatever they pleased. When we got hom, I found another bottle of wine and settled into my chair. Adam was already naked standing behind her.

She hadn't asked, but the look on Anabel's face told me what I needed to say. She wanted to know. Wanted to be certain. Certain that I really wanted this.

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"Yes, baby. It's time. Please fuck him." I said.

Anabel moaned as Adam pushed from behind. His cock raged. This wasn't his first time fucking someone's wife, but she was by far the hottest hotwife he'd ever met. Being her first bull was a blessing, and he knew it. The pleasure was about to be all his.

He pressed slowly, his wide cock stretching her more than he'd expected. He knew to take his time. Anabel had a better idea.

"Honey, I am really tight. Can you help me get wet for him?" She

I set down my glass of wine, stood up from the chair, and knelt on the floor next to the couch. Adam stepped back and I moved closer to Anabel. I tasted her. I didn't think about the fact his tip had already been inside. It didn't matter. She tasted amazing.

This was everything she needed. The floodgates opened and months of fantasizing about these moments gushed out of her. Within thirty seconds, Anabel was soaking wet.

Adam slid effortlessly into Anabel's pussy. He felt her wetness around him and pushed deep with little resistance, deeper than anyone had ever been before. As he filled her, she held her mouth to stop from screaming. I pulled it away. I wanted to see and hear everything.

I held Anabel's hand as she screamed and Adam plowed into her. He put all of his energy into pleasing her, as if it was his. She looked so, beautiful taking his cock, more than I'd ever imagined. I had to stop touching myself because I couldn't be the first to cum. We all wanted that to be Anabel.

As she got closer to orgasm, I held Anabel's face with one hand. "I love you, baby," I said. We kissed while Adam continued fucking her from behind. Then, Anabel had another brilliant idea.

"Baby," Anabel said. "I want to taste you while he fucks me."

Fortunately Adam was as close as I was. Within seconds of Anabel putting me in her mouth, I blasted my load into her. I wanted to wait for her pussy but I couldn't. Not with Adam's load all over her ass. As I watched him cum on my ex-wife, I realized the reclaim would have to wait. I lost it, cumming the hardest I ever have in Anabel's mouth, to this day. She didn't swallow. She smiled at me as she let my cum dribble out of her mouth, all over her chest, leaving herself a cum-covered mess.

Overcome by the hotness of the moment, by how badly I wanted to see Anabel finish, I took one finger and ran it across Anabel's chest, covering it in my cum. Without a second thought, I rubbed along her ass, mixing my load with Adam's. Anabel touched her clit while I pushed inside, fingering her with both of the men who craved her. She screamed my name, then his. She had an orgasm of toe-curling, earth-shattering force.

I held Anabel in my arms and kissed her forehead as we drifted off in post-orgasmic bliss. Before we fell asleep, I asked her, "So, do you want to do it again sometime?"

"Yeah, I think Adam will be okay with that."

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