A First For All 1

XXXXX. Trigger warning. XXXXX

THIS IS A CUCKOLD STORY. A MAN IS GOING TO WATCH HIS GIRL FUCK

ANOTHER GUY, AND SOME HUMILIATION IS INVOLVED. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING DON'T READ IT.

"What would you do with my girl? She wants to cuck me with someone bigger. She wants me to watch her get dominated by a way bigger and better cock."

That was the Reddit post I read on one of the many cuckold-centered subreddits. I liked browsing these, though I figure most aren't real, just couples getting off on the idea. Similar to what I was doing, fantasizing about being the bull in someone else's kink.

I've never been with a hotwife or a cuckold couple. Hell, I've never been with any couple. I'm almost 50 now, newly single, and I've learned two things in this phase of life, I actually really know how to please women well, and apparently, I have a rather large cock. My ex never really made a big deal of either of those things. But since being single I have learned different.

I looked at the post about this 29 year-old girlfriend, and I was taken by her. She was sexy. Petite, with medium-sized, perky breasts, a beautiful waist, and a juicy, irresistible ass. I responded with a direct message letting you know what I wanted to do. To my surprise, you reached out.

After a few weeks of messages, you made two things clear, this was a cuckold dynamic, not just a hotwife situation, and your girl wanted someone dominant, someone aggressive in bed. I was in. We decided to meet. As a reader, I now invite you to join us for this night.

It starts at the bar we agreed to meet at. We're enjoying the conversation, but I'm making it very clear who she'll be fucking that evening. To the outside world, it looks like she's mine, not yours.

Kelly, your lady, is turned on by my older, masculine demeanor. I'm dressed sharp, the sent of cologne catching your nose. She looks stunning. You, in contrast, look like you're heading out to watch a game with friends.

She stands close to me, her hand brushing my chest now and again. Mine finds her waist, then her ass. The drinks flow, and her hand drifts lower, tracing my belt line. Her ass grinds into my groin. Everyone can see the chemistry. She's mine tonight and we both know it.

While you talk, I lean in close and whisper in her ear about how good I'm going to make her feel. She giggles and bites her lip. You're left speechless. You said you wanted this cuckold dynamic and I intend to give it to you.

She turns to you and says, "Dave, I think we should get going. Our friend is coming with us."

You're stunned. You've never seen her like this, enthralled, aroused by another man. Maybe that's the problem, you're still a boy. Tonight, you'll see what it looks like when a man fucks a woman into submission.

By the time we get to the hotel, paid for by you, Kelly is a puddle of desire. In the elevator, she kisses my neck, rubs her hands over my crotch. You're lightheaded. This is real. Your girl is going to get fucked by a man who knows how to fuck, knows how to please a woman.

At the door, she's wrapped around me, kissing every bit of exposed skin. She's undone three of my shirt buttons and kisses there too. You're fumbling with the keycard, nervous.

Finally, we enter. She tells you to pour champagne, the bottle you had chilling in the mini-fridge. She opens the blinds. We toast to an unforgettable night.

A few sips in, I look at you. "Undress your girl for me," I say.

You obey, removing her clothes. She then stands in front of me and kisses me with a hungry passion. We do this for a few moments before she undresses me. Then kneels before me.

There it is. You saw it in photos. Now it's right in front of her face, over 7.5 inches, and thick. Not massive, but clearly more than what she currently gets from you.

I lean against the window, hands on the sill, while Kelly goes to work. She's eager, to please and I quickly learn how talented she is.

I raise my glass. "Top me off?" I say, and you refill it, not because I need it, but to reinforce the dynamic. You serve us. You watch.

You glance down as she takes me in with hunger. I speak again:

"She looks good, doesn't she? Like a natural with something more sizable."

You nod quietly.

"Dave," I say, "take your clothes off. I want to see just how much of an upgrade your girl is getting tonight."

She moans around my cock as I say this, clearly turned on by the words. You're embarrassed, but you do as you're told and begin to remove your clothes.

I imagine this must be painfully humiliating. On the outside, you appear to be doing great, handsome enough, a decent body, beautiful girlfriend, successful career. To most, you seem to have it all. But you know the truth. That one truth you can't shake. You can't satisfy your girl the way she needs to be satisfied.

She told you it was "plenty," that you were "good in bed," but you never really believed her. Then that night happened. She came home late after catching up with her old college roommate. They'd been drinking. They sat up late talking and giggling. You pretended to be asleep, but you listened.

That's when you heard about him. The guy she used to fuck back then. You heard, in her own words, how big his cock was. How no one ever fucked her like he did. How masculine, aggressive, and confident he was in bed. She said he had a sexual energy that overwhelmed her.

Her roommate giggled, saying she used to fake sleep just to watch them fuck and secretly got herself off watching them. She even admitted they were perfect for each other sexually.

Then the conversation turned to you.

You didn't hear the question, but the answer was clear. "He's definitely not him," your girl said, followed by more giggles.

Then you heard it: "definitely smaller than average."

The words gutted you. You knew they were talking about your dick.

And yet, you were harder than ever. You stroked yourself under the sheets and came in under a minute. You didn't understand it then, why you were so aroused. But with time and research, it made sense. You were a cuck. The shame, the humiliation, it all fed your desire.

That night was the beginning of everything that led to this moment. Toy play. Fantasy talks. Posting photos. Then the DM to me. And now, here we are, your girlfriend on her knees servicing another man, while you undress at his command.

As your last piece of clothing hits the floor, you stand there awkwardly, clearly unsure of what to do. You're fully erect, your arousal impossible to hide. But it's not a cock. It's a penis. A small one. The difference is clear.

I put both hands on either side of this gorgeous woman's face and start to face fuck her. Not all women like this or can handle this, but Kelly? She's a natural. She wants it. And before we fuck, I want to see if she can take me all the way to the base.

I slow down, pulling back slightly. "Show me how deep you can take it, baby."

That seems to hit a nerve with you. Your hand finds your own hardness, and you begin to stroke yourself slowly, almost involuntarily.

As Kelly works my shaft like she was made for it, I casually ask, "How do you want me to fuck your girl?"

You look flustered but answer. Your voice low and embarrassed.

"Go sit in the chair," I command. "You know the one. The chair that just happens to face the bed. The cuck chair."

You glance toward it, then back at us, realizing this has all been inevitable. Maybe even fate. I laugh softly. "I swear the guy who designed hotel rooms must've been a cuck."

You obey. Kelly moans at my command, clearly turned on by the power dynamic at play. She likes that you're being told what to do. She likes knowing you're watching.

I glance at you again. You're small. I'm guessing maybe 4 inches, no girth to speak of. If a dick could be called petite, yours would qualify.

This woman, currently devouring my cock with hunger, needs far more than average. She knows it. I know it. And after tonight, so will you.

I'm stunned as I feel her nose press up against my pubic bone. She's taken me all the way. I let out a low, satisfied growl.

"My God," I mutter. "Is there anything you can't do?"

It's time to reward her.

I pull her up, ready to slide down her body and show her what I can do with my tongue. But she stops me. Grabs my arm. Looks me dead in the eyes.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me. I need that big cock to use me."

Her words hit me like a jolt of electricity. I lift her easily and toss her playfully onto the bed. She giggles, her excitement infectious. She spreads her legs wide, welcoming me in, offering herself to me.

I tease her at first, sliding just half my length into her.

"This is what you get with him," I murmur. "Is that good? Or do you want all of it? Do you want what he can't give you?"

"All of it!" she cries, desperate.

That's what I needed to hear.

I thrust deep, filling her completely.

She moans, her back arching off the bed like she's possessed. The sound of her pleasure, real pleasure, is intoxicating and undeniable. I start working her hard. Deep thrusts, then pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

I glance at you again and the rush of dominance hits me. This is my first time with a couple, but I love it. There's something primal about taking another man's woman in front of him. The way she moans, writhes, begs, it's clear she's hasn't been fucked like this in a long time, if ever.

I sit up and pull her hips onto me. "Fuck me," I command. "Show your man what you need."

She's an animal. Her hips grind and bounce with reckless abandon. She's made for this.

"Dude," I say, watching you stroke, "your girl is special. She's built to fuck. Not all girls can go like this. But she can and luckily, so can I. I'm sure you're okay in bed, but she needs more than okay. She needs this kind of fuck. I'm going to own this pussy tonight and you're going to watch her want it."

You groan, grabbing yourself tightly. You were about to cum and had to stop.

I pull Kelly up and flip her on top of me, lying back so she can ride. And she does, hard. She's using my cock like it's her drug. Her pace becomes frantic. She's chasing that orgasm.

I call out, loud enough for you both to hear.

"You're an amazing fuck, Kelly. It feels right, doesn't it? That big cock. You're made for this. I want you to cum for me. I want him to see how hard you cum when you get fucked by a man. Then, after you've caught your breath. I'm going to fuck your brains out. Can you do that for me, love?"

Somehow, she kicks it up another gear. Her hips grinding with intensity, her moans rising.

She wants this, bad, and I'm going to give it to her.

I look over at you, you're seated across the room, watching intently. Your arousal is unmistakable, and you instinctively reach for yourself.

"I wouldn't do that," I say firmly. "You'll finish in seconds if you start. It's a mindfuck, I know. Seeing what your girl is capable of. All those times she told you that you were enough, you hoped they were true. But it's obvious now, isn't it? This is what she needs."

Those words are her trigger.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming," she gasps again and again, her body unraveling in waves of pleasure as she collapses onto me, burying her face in my neck, shuddering through the aftershocks.

After a minute of deep breathing still straddling me, she lifts her head and turns to you, her tone both playful and sobering.

"Holy shit. I forgot how amazing sex could be. Babe, this, this is what I need. It's not just his size, It's how he takes control. He knows exactly what to say and do. His stamina, his energy. I could never ride you like that. You wouldn't last."

She slips off of me and walks over to you. Bending down, she kisses you softly.

"Thank you for letting me have that again. I missed being taken like this."

Her hand finds you, and she begins stroking you gently.

"Don't," you warn. "I'm going to come."

"I know," she whispers. "I want you to. He's about to take me in ways you can't. I want you clearheaded when it happens. With clarity, you'll know if this is really who you are, if you're a cuckold, and if you can handle seeing this again. I love you. I want a life with you. But every now and then, I need this."

Ten slow strokes. That's all it takes before you erupt, she lets go of you right as your climax overtakes you, and whispers softly.

"Good boy. Now watch how a man fucks."

She walks back to me, kneels between my legs and goes to work, making sure I'm ready again. There's something magnetic about her, this petite frame with that perfect, curvy body. She's built to be taken from behind, and I've decided it's time.

I rise, positioning myself behind her. She's on all fours now, presenting herself. I rub against her, teasing us both, then glance at you.

"Is this what you wanted? To see me take your girl and make her mine?"

You nod, but I want more.

"Say it. Or better yet... come over. Touch her. Feel how ready she is."

You hesitate, then walk over and kneel beside me, your hand moving along her curves eventually finding her entrance. You touch her gently at first, then more confidently as she lets out a low moan. For a brief moment you connect with her but only at my permission.

"That's enough," I say, refocusing your attention. "Now stay right here. I want you to see everything." You comply your face growing red in embarrassment.

And then I take her.

There's no warm-up, no gradual buildup. She already proved she can handle it. I drive deep into her in one stroke, and she cries out, burying her face in the mattress, her body angled perfectly beneath me so that her ass is presented to me. It is a perfectly submissive position, and I plan to take advantage of it.

I grip her hips and begin to move, steady and relentless. The sound of her moans fills the room, raw, uninhibited, unrecognizable from anything you've ever drawn out of her.

You watch, wide-eyed, in what looks like awe and admiration,as we fuck hard for your eyes to bear witness to.

"It's the thickness," I say, glancing at you. "It fills her completely. The length hits the right spots, but it's the way it stretches her, that's what makes her moan uncontrollably like this."

The room is thick with sexual tension, punctuated only by the rhythm of our bodies and her breathy gasps.

"I'm gonna come," I say suddenly, folding in on myself, voice strained.

You look relieved, even grateful it's almost over. She seems confused and slightly annoyed.

But I smirk. "Relax. Just teasing. I'm not done, not even close. I know how to

fuck a woman until completion. Until she has absolutely nothing left to give. Shit even if you had my stamina you couldn't fuck her like this because of what's between your legs."

Kelly is not just being taken. She's being claimed. I know it was a cruel joke, but it struck deeper than that. It hit your pride, your sense of worth. For a moment, you let yourself believe you weren't such a bad lover after all.

And Kelly? She loves it and responds with intensity, her movements in perfect rhythm with mine, as if we have been fucking each other for years. There was no hesitation, just a shared desire to fuck.

I pull her back on to me pushing myself completely into her and holding myself deep inside. I flex my cock as I'm nestled within.

I tell you to sit at the top of the bed, against the headboard. I want you to look into her eyes. I want you to see it, what true passion looked like. Not a performance, but something raw, unfiltered, and real.

I slap her ass hard and she lets out a squeal. "Girl throw it back on me. A big juicy ass like this, I know you know how to throw it back, you just can't do it on his small dick."

Looking directly at you I slap her ass again. You look confused, shocked that your girl seems to enjoy this and even more so that she eagerly complies and starts pushing her juicy fat ass onto my hard cock. I allow her to use me for her pleasure loving the high I'm getting from this experience.

I wasn't sure what to expect, getting involved with a couple. Something about the dynamic excited me, the vulnerability, the power shift, was more arousing than I had imagined.

At first, I thought it would be a "hot wife" scenario, me with her, you watching. But as the messages became more detailed, I realized you both wanted something deeper. Something more psychological.

Surprisingly, I didn't pull away.

There was a thrill in the dominance. In being the superior man who held the upper hand. It wasn't about money or status, it was raw, physical, unfiltered. My cock was better than your penis and in this moment that's what interests Kelly.

There's a part of every man that wants to be the best in that one, private arena. And whether I was proud to admit it or not, I loved being the one you reached for when she needed to be fucked. It was a high like I never experienced.

I put another slap on your girls thick ass and you look to me and then her again and ask her, "babe are you ok with that. He is being rough with you? That doesn't seem like something you would ever want me to do."

I grab both her hips and pull her deep into me, a grunt gushes from her mouth. "Answer him, tell him why I can slap that ass," I command.

Another moan of satisfaction escapes her lips as I slowly start to remove myself up to the head then slowly put my entire length back in. I continue giving her these long strokes as she responds to you.

"When I'm in the moment, when I'm being taken by a man yes I want that. I want someone strong and confident enough to command me, to dominate me, to absolutely fuck me. I know I say I don't like that kind of man, and most of the time, I don't. But this? This is different."

Her words cut deep. They weren't meant to be cruel, just honest. Yet that kind of truth hurts.

"Dave, You're sweet. You make love to me and it's enjoyable and I need that too. But this, this is different, this is fucking and well you can't fuck. It's not who you are. You are to gentle and thoughtful. I need this sometimes just like I sometimes need what you can give. I know you see that."

He looked away for a moment. I could tell it stung. She didn't mean to humiliate him but she did. His eyes could not hide his shame. She reaches for you gently, to help you see that this wasn't a betrayal, it was a truth you both had to acknowledge.

" I love you David, but you have seen it now. There is a connection that comes with sex like this. I need a man to bring this other side of me out sometimes. You are not that man and never will be. I don't love you any less, shit I love you so much more for letting me have this."

Her response was sweet. I didn't need to say much if anything. Everything was already out there. The contrast. The roles. The knowledge of what we all were, and weren't. Yet I couldn't hold back.

"Look it's nothing to be that upset about. Some guys can't do plumbing so they hire a pro, others can't fix computers so they bring it to a pro. That's all you are doing today. You can't fuck your girl right so you took her to get fixed by a pro."

I know it was cocky and as soon as I said it I realized I may have took it too far. The look on his face was one of fascination, shame and pain.

Your girl giggles but addresses you again, "babe look at you. You are hard as I ever seen you and you already came tonight. How often does that happen. You are drawn to this even if you don't understand it."

She then looks back at me. "Do it now you cocky bastard, dominate me and show him what I want."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grab Kelly's hips and start really working her out. Our bodies slapping into each other, the sound of it intoxicating along with her grunts and moans. I'm fucking your girl hard, my cock taking her to her limit with every thrust. She is like a water fall and the sloshing sound of her getting filed is a high for me and I can't help but to start talking dirty to her.