This story is about an Asian couple in their thirties, Lucy and Ben. While on vacation in Amsterdam, they are introduced to the pleasures of 'cuckolding'. The bull, their AirBnB host, is a younger handsome Dutch guy.
I like men, so the focus is somewhat more on the bull. I also have a fetish for (male) sneakers and feet, which is definitely reflected in this story. In addition, there is mild 'raceplay' and 'sph' involved. If you don't like any of that, then this story is probably not for you.
Are you still here? If so, I hope you enjoy the story. I appreciate feedback!
This is the third and, for now, final chapter of the story.
Chapter 3: The Karate Kid
The curtains in the room were still closed, but I could see that it was already starting to get light outside. Slowly I became aware of a sense of movement beside me on the firm mattrass. Nick was lying on top of Lucy. Tenderly he kissed her neck. His hips moved up and down, up and down, in a calm but confident rhythm. Drops of sweat beaded on his broad shoulders. I couldn't see Lucy's face clearly, but she was panting and her hands were groping for Nick's biceps. I turned onto my back and lay motionless, listening to the passionate sounds of early morning sex, occasionally interrupted by Nick's deep voice.
'You like being fucked while your sweet husband is sleeping next to you? Look at him, baby. Would you rather being fucked by him?'
I heard Lucy's voice whispering: 'This feels so good. Softly Nick, otherwise he will wake up.'
'What did you say? You want me to fuck you harder, babe? Harder, huh? You like that? You're enjoying it, huh, my big white cock inside your tight Asian pussy?'
Finally I sat up, but Lucy and Nick were just asleep next to each other. It was a dream.
I woke up late. Lucy always got up early so I wasn't surprised that she was already out of bed. I took a shower and half an hour later, I found her on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine. The same couch on which Nick had fucked her hard for the first time. I hesitated. Should we be talking about last night? But she acted like nothing had happened, like this handsome Dutch guy hadn't sprayed his cum deep inside her pussy twice while I watched.
For a moment I pictured again how, on his bed, he drove his big white cock into her tight Asian pussy. His hands firmly on Lucy's hips, his head slightly tilted back, his square face wearing an expression that radiated not only pure lust - the face of a man about to cum - but also a kind of arrogant aggressiveness. The self-satisfied face of a man who clearly enjoyed screwing a woman, while her husband watched helplessly. It turned us on, all three of us.
But how could I ever get those images out of my head? I could see why Nick had wanted to fuck her. My wife looked hot, how she sat there on the couch with her legs crossed, wearing a tight-fitting dress by Calvin Klein. But Nick was gone. Maybe he had to work that day.
After breakfast we went into town to do some more shopping. But Nicks Nikes were back next to my shoes in the hall, the same pair he wore last night when he gave Lucy the fuck of her life. Or rather, they were on top of my shoes so I had to remove them. His shoes, which felt so large and heavy in my hands, made something very clear to me about their owner. Like a statement. I heard Nick's voice again: 'You like my sneakers, don't you? I saw you stare at them earlier. Look so much better on my size 12 feet than on an average Asian kid's, right?'
I left Lucy at a department store near the Dam. She wouldn't need me there and I took the opportunity to take a final walk around town. On the Damrak I lingered in front of a shabby looking gay shop. I went inside and looked around. This store sold all kind of sex toys, DVD's and leather clothes and accessories. In the basement there was a cinema, but I had no wish to buy a ticket. Because I knew that watching gay porn movies would not be the same as what I had seen last night. Was I gay? To be honest, I had never thought about that at length. But that handsome blond guy had triggered something inside of me.
An hour later I reunited with Lucy in front of the department store.
'Were you able to find everything, babe?'
She nodded. She looked a little excited, but that was always the case when she had just been shopping. I kissed her and she just smiled. Yeah, it felt good to be her husband again.
We ate a ridiculously expensive lunch at a trendy bar and occasionally I tried to start a conversation, about our vacation or the upcoming flight home. But she seemed distracted, avoiding my gaze and giving me short answers. I was not used to any of this from her.
When we got home we found Nick on the couch in the living room. He was calling someone and looked up briefly. I was startled for a moment by the expression on his face, blank and cold. Lucy took a seat on the couch, on the other side, and asked if I would get her a glass of mineral water.
'Just a beer for me', Nick said, suddenly interrupting his conversation in Dutch.
No, he was not friendly. I returned with two bottles of Heineken and the glass of water. Nick was still talking. He looked flawless again in what seemed like an all-Nike outfit. So his grey long-sleeved t-shirt, black shorts and white crew socks all sported the small, but very recognizable, swoosh.
A cigarette was tucked away between an earlobe and the trimmed side of his haircut. On his head he wore a cap with the front facing backwards. And on his feet I noticed a pair of brutal high-top Air Jordan 1's in the colors white, black and grey, apparently selected to match his outfit. This European guy had mastered the look of the classic American jock to perfection. I pictured him in a movie, parking a Chevy at a sun-lit gas station alongside Route 66.
Lucy smiled when I put the glass down on the table in front of her. I felt like a waiter. I couldn't understand what Nick was saying, of course, but from his casual tone I gathered that he was talking to a male friend. The words came out coarse and concise, as if he were discussing a soccer match with a few of his straight mates. That's not how a man usually talks to a girl. Meanwhile, he used his right foot to slide an empty pack of cigarettes back and forth across the coffee table.
A few minutes passed. There was a vague tension in the room that I couldn't immediately explain, except that we were sitting in the presence of the guy who made us his Asian cuckold couple last night.
I couldn't take my eyes off Nick's foot inside that sharp-looking Air Jordan 1, slowly crushing the Marlboro pack into a flat piece of cardboard. Like most guys his age wearing these Jordans, he hadn't laced them up; the laces hung loose from the top inlets. After the pack of cigarettes was completely flat, he kicked it away, looking at me with an all-knowing smirk on his face. He now fully understood the impact his sneakers and feet had on me.
Then I noticed Lucy trying to get my attention. She seemed a little annoyed that I was getting so carried away.
'Shall I show you what I bought this afternoon, babe?'
I thought she was going to reach for one of the shopping bags, but instead she took off her dress and revealed a sexy black lingerie outfit, consisting of an open cup bra that supported her small breasts, a suspender belt around her waist and a matching laced thong.
She giggled and turned around, facing Nick.
'I already put it on in the store. Do you like it?'
Nick's mouth contracted into an evil sneer. 'Looking sexy, babe', he said. He put down his foot and spreaded his legs. Then he patted the spot next to him on the couch. I watched as he put her into position, with her knees on the seat and her face near his cock. She was already bending forward to lick it, but he stopped her.
'Look at it', he whispered.
He turned on the speaker function of his smartphone and put it down on the table, leaving his hands free. I thought he wanted to grab Lucy's head with both hands, but he didn't. Instead, he folded his hands behind his head and leaned back relaxed, his right foot propped up against the edge of the coffee table. Lucy groped for his cock, but he shook his head.
'Look at it', he repeated.
He picked up the cigarette from behind his earlobe and lit it while talking to his friend, loud and concise. We watched as his flaccid dick slowly came to life, getting a little harder and bigger each time when it throbbed slightly.
They both started to breathe heavier. Lucy's mouth was now so close to Nick's semi-rigid cock, it was as if she was blowing life into it. The satisfied smirk remained on Nick's face. He was visibly enjoying the sight, as well as the admiring look on my wife's face.
'Look how big it is', he said. 'And it's not even fully hard'.
He was right. His cock had grown to a size of about 6,5 inches.
Meanwhile, he continued to talk and we could now hear his friend. From the masculine sound of his voice, he seemed to be his age and just as cocky. I couldn't understand a word of it, but even the Dutch language excited me a little. It sounded informal and coarse, especially when these two straight twentysomethings were talking. Maybe Nick had already told his friend what he was doing with his Asian guest. I wondered if he had mentioned that her husband was in the same room. Nick then groped for Lucy's tits, squeezed the nipples for a moment. That had an immediate effect. His cock grew even bigger. A vein twitched, the skin tightened and the foreskin receded slightly.
He looked at me and ordered: 'Take a picture, dude.'
I got my smartphone, jumped off the sofa and tried to get the couple in the best possible frame.
In Hong Kong, tourists sometimes ask me to take a picture of them. That is what I was reminded of. But the difference was that now my wife was in it, in a rather compromising position. Lucy smiled, as if I were taking a vacation photo of her. Well, of course it was a vacation photo, only a little unusual! Nick stuck out his tongue, as cocky straight guys sometimes do when posing for a party snapshot. On top of that he raised the middle finger of his left hand. The contrast was so sharp now, Lucy in her sexy lingerie and her high-heels on her small feet, smiling seductively, and the boy sitting next to her in his sporty all-Nike outfit with that smirk on his face. The middle finger said it all. I couldn't help but admire him. He knew how to put me in my place.
Finally, Nick couldn't hold on any longer. He grabbed his cock, slammed the head against Lucy's face, hard and aggressive, and it stood rock hard in just a few seconds, reaching its impressive size of 9 inches.
Lucy started to kiss the cockhead, softly and sexily. I admired the beautiful curve of her back, extending upward to her smooth ass. Nick moaned as she slid her sexy red lips down the shaft. All the while, I kept taking pictures. Nick really made a show of it. At some point he used his left hand to push Lucy's head down, as far as he could, all the way to the base. Meanwhile, he raised his left foot, showing me the sole of his Air Jordan 1. He looked straight into the camera, his clear blue eyes fixated on the screen. I almost forgot to press the button.
All the while he just continued talking to his friend. I think ten minutes passed when he got enough. He took his phone off the table and hung up.
'My mate Jan would like to join in. But I'd rather keep this hot Asian wife to myself.'
Now he had his hands free to take a firm hold of Lucy's head. 'Yeah, fucking take that big white cock', he ordered. He slapped her ass, once, twice, a third time. 'Can't believe you put that slutty lingerie on in the store. Just for me, huh? Or did you put it on for your husband. Take a look at your husband, Lucy.'
First she continued sucking, deeply and eagerly, but then she looked at me with a mischievous smile.
'No, Nick, I put this on just for you.'
'Why?'
'I'll show it to you, babe.'
