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.