My girlfriend and I had been going out for a couple of years. She is a tall,
blonde goddess with the most striking looks and stunning figure that turns heads wherever she goes. Nearly six foot tall, with a tight waist and the most amazing perky pierced tits, meant she was easily the most desired woman in any room.
Despite her stunning figure, years of going out with the wrong guys had knocked her confidence to the point where she had forgotten the power she held over men, eager to please her and bend to her every whim.
To say our sex live was hot would have been an understatement. We had wanted each other for months and ever since that first night of wild, hot drunken sex things just got dirtier and wilder. She would jump at the chance to dress up and live out our fantasies. In fact, that was our first step on my journey to becoming her cuckold.
While away in Paris, we had gotten talking about porn and fantasies and I showed her how I liked watching women dress up in latex or PVC and dominate their subs. The wetness between her legs as we watched the movies together and the hot sex that followed told me she was as turned on as I was and before long we were buying all kinds of outfits for her to wear while showing me who was the boss.
When we talked about what it was I liked most during the sessions where she would spank me, stand on me in her thigh high boots, fuck my arse with her strap on, it was hearing her talk about how she had been fucked several times that day by well-hung studs and there was no way my little dick was going anywhere near her.
I don't know what it was about hearing her filthy mouth say these words while she was dressed in the tightest, shiniest clothes but it always ended up in the most powerful orgasm. The thought of seeing her being fucked just blew my mind. The wild look in her eyes as they rolled back in pleasure, the sweat running down the gap between her amazing tits as she rode his huge cock.
For months we played with the fantasy, pushing the limits. Dressing up and parking next to a truck stop, secretly hoping a nosey trucker would come and see me fingering her wet, gaping pussy. My heart was beating so fast, hoping that someone would knock at the window and want to touch her tits while I finger fucked her.
As time went by I had started to notice her look at and point out good looking guys and while this was like a punch to the guts, my cock always got hard at the thought. That's why when the local takeaway was looking for someone to work behind the counter on a weekend and she suggested going for it I encouraged her, knowing she had a thing for the several of the guys who worked there.
They were her type. I had noticed the guys she pointed out on TV or in the street all had the same look; tall and athletic but not overly done, defined cheek and chin, dark haired stubble, tattoos with a ponytail. There must have been at least 2 or 3 of these guys who worked there and I knew it wasn't just the extra cash she was hoping for by getting the job.
When the owner called a few days later to tell her she had an interview I could see the look of mischievous excitement in her eyes. The night before she went for the interview we talked about what she was going to wear. I suggested there wouldn't be a man alive who wouldn't give her the job if she wore her tight Levis that made her ass look hot and her pineapple swim suit that was practically backless so had to be worn without a bra. God, that swim suit gave her side boob and with her hair up in a bun she was truly fuckable.
The next morning, I remember waiting down stairs as she got ready, and that my cock was as hard as rock, as I heard her walk down the stairs in her shiny black heels. She was like something from a fantasy, the way she moved and oozed sex. There was something in the way she smiled at me, that told me something was on her mind and that's when she asked.
"Babe, you know I am no good at interviews, right?" She said biting her top lip, "and you know you have always said how me getting it on with someone turns you on?"
