A Whole New World.

------JULIA------

After a couple more hours of fooling around once Michael came back, we all collapsed in an exhausted heap in our bed. Michael and I had fallen asleep cuddling and facing each other, while Chris dozed behind me. The lights were out, and we were spent, so sleep came quickly.

For awhile, at least.

I awoke in the dark room with a jolt some time later as a strong arm wrapped around my midsection.

"Wha!?" I gasped, startled, before another arm looped under my head and a hand covered my mouth. I moaned into his hand, trying to speak. Confused terror pulsed through my foggy, barely awake mind.

"Whmp arn yon dounn..."

"Be quiet, slut. Don't wanna wake him do you?" Chris whispered into my ear from behind as his grip on me tightened.

I felt my pussy grow slick at his rough words. Just in time to feel his hard cock probe at me from behind.

I moaned and Chris squeezed me even tighter, a reminder to obey his command. I just barely made out the back of Michael's head in the darkness. He must have turned over at some point in the night.

"It's kinda hot right?" Chris whispered in my ear as he guided his cock towards my entrance, "Literally fucking behind his back"

He thrust into me and my now stretched and soaking pussy accepted his length easily.

I stifled a moan as he sunk into me, his free hand moving from my midsection to fondle one of my still-exposed breasts.

It took me a moment to process his words. Both figuratively and literally we were fucking behind Michael's back. It's not like it was wrong though... right? He'd let Chris and I fuck alone last night when he took Nathan home. So surely this would be okay too. And fuck, there

was

something hot about it. I let myself indulge in the fantasy of being naughty behind his back.

I nodded my head as Chris bottomed out in me, and I stifled another groan.

"Good. Cause I think we're both getting a little addicted to each other." Chris moaned into my ear as his fingers flicked over my nipple.

Fuck

.

I hadn't even admitted to myself just how much I loved fucking Chris. But he was right. When we weren't fucking, I was thinking about it. I'd even caught myself imagining him while I was having sex with Michael. I stared at the back of Michael's head as my body rocked with each quiet, secret, thrust from Chris.

What was even more of a shock though... was that he was addicted to me.

Chubby, shy, little me. So difficult to believe.

Still, there's something to be said about wanting to fuck someone so bad you wake them up from sleeping next to their boyfriend to do it. And based on what Chris said, Michael was a cuck anyway. So surely there was nothing to feel guilty about. I'd still have to do some cuck research of my own, to be sure, but the way Michael eagerly cleaned the cum off my tits definitely aligned with what Chris had said.

I pressed my ass back against Chris, trying to maximize the amount of cock inside me.

He moaned in my ear, "Say it. I want to hear it."

Chris removed his hand from my mouth and I did my best to whisper the words through hitched breaths.

"I'm addicted to your cock" I said as quietly as I could, "Sir."

"Good", He whispered, returning his hand to my mouth and picking up the pace.

"Once a week is too little, don't you think?", He asked, and I pressed my ass back into him as a reply.

"Michael knows you need this dick too. He probably

wants

to watch us fuck more often. So let's make that happen - soon - or I'm just going to fucking take it, Jules."

I melted. Maybe those words should have set off alarm bells. And maybe they would later. But in the moment, having my body completely controlled as Chris's thick cock burrowed into me, it felt incredible. Being so desired as to be

taken

sounded delicious. Exciting. Dangerous.

I nodded again as moans escaped my mouth, barely contained by Chris's hand as he drilled into me.

"Good slut." He groaned and gripped my breast tight, "I'm going to fill my pussy up now."

I drew in a sharp breath as best I could with his hand over my mouth.

Chris drilled into me, as he relentlessly mauled my breasts, his hot breath on my neck. My body shook and an orgasm that had been bubbling beneath the surface crested over me as Chris's cock pulsed hot ropes within me.

We lay there, locked together in secret post-coital bliss as our orgasms waned. Before I knew it, I had drifted back into the comforting darkness of sleep as Chris's cum soaked into me.

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Some time later, I woke up in our bed - alone.

I raised my head from the pillow where I had fallen asleep, exhausted, after Chris's middle-of-the-night surprise and looked around the room.

Yep, just little old me.

I did notice that the door was slightly ajar, and I heard the sizzle of something cooking in the kitchen. God, that sounded good. The last time I had eaten anything but... well... cum, had been before anyone came over last night. I found a strange sort of humor in the fact that Michael could have said the same thing this morning.

Something stirred deep in my core at that thought. Why was Michael licking another man's cum off of me so fucking HOT? We both figured that when we started experimenting sexually together that we'd find out new things about ourselves and each other, but this certainly wasn't something I would have anticipated.

Michael, loving my tits so much he'd want to lick them despite the mess another man had left there. A mess that was created because Chris enjoyed my body so much. Jeeze. I was really starting to enjoy being the center of attention.

Or... was Michael not licking my tits in spite of the cum, but because of it? I knew he loved my breasts - as everyone else we've played with seems to as well - but was the cum a bonus?

I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom to take care of my morning pee before I'd head into the kitchen.

I had barely sat down before I had, "What is a cuck" typed into my browsers search bar.

The first page of search results wasn't exactly helpful. A few dictionary definitions that made it seem like being a cuck was a bad thing, that it was some sort of insult for weak men whose wives are unfaithful.

That wasn't Michael. And it certainly wasn't me. I wasn't being unfaithful, Michael knew and supported everything we were doing. And Michael certainly wasn't 'weak'. I mean sure, physically, maybe. He couldn't pick me up like Chris did, sure. But he had a good frame even if he never went to the gym or anything. I was starting to think maybe Chris was misinformed.

But, through one of these links I did see that the

actual

term was 'cuckold'. So I googled that instead.

Now the search results were full of opinion pieces on websites like cosmopolitan and other lifestyle publications. So I clicked one, and read it, then another, and another.

'Consensual non-monogamy where a man derives pleasure from watching his partner receive sexual pleasure.'

Well, that's about Michael to a T.

Everything he's said about this little experiment we've been doing had focused on how much he enjoys watching me have fun. And based on his facial expressions and how quickly he cums while it's happening, I'd say he's deriving a lottttt of pleasure from it.

But that wasn't all.

There was talk of humiliation, telling your boyfriend how much better the 'bulls' cock is. Or how much you would rather fuck the bull. There were some passages that even said things like how many cuckolds enjoy when their wife (or girlfriend) sneaks around behind their back to fuck other guys. And of course, there was information about cuckolds eating cum out of their girlfriends after another man finished inside of them, or on them.

Was Michael really into all of this? Would he get off on me telling him mean things, or fucking someone without him knowing or something? Was Chris right, and Michael just didn't want to tell me how interested in this type of thing he was yet?

I backed out of the page I was on, and saw a link at the bottom for cuckold porn on some website. I hesitated for a moment before clicking it, and pressing play.

Immediately, the woman on the video was screaming, and I fumbled my phone trying to turn the volume down.

"Yeah you just... oH FUCKKK... just sit there and stroke that pathetic cock you little loser. This pussy is for big dicks only!"

The woman on the video taunted as the large black man behind her slammed his obscenely massive cock into her. Another man sat in a chair in the corner, stroking himself while he watched.

"You know I'll never stop, right? I NEED big cock now and your little thing is basically useless. I'm addicted now, honey."

Addicted

I'd never watched much porn, and something about this was both disgusting and mind-bendingly arousing. I backed out of the page, closed the tab, and set my phone down on the counter as I finished up.

As I washed my hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Hair a mess, streaked makeup, and small bruises beginning to form on my tits from where Chris had slapped me, and even my throat where he had choked me when Michael was gone.

I bit my lip as I reveled in the memory. Was it weird that Chris wasn't quite as aggressive while Michael was there? Or was he just worried Michael might not be able to accept watching his girlfriend being struck right in front of him. Hell, even I didn't know how into it I would be, so that seemed like the reasonable assumption.

I threw on a pair of comfy shorts, and let my breasts hang free. I would need to take a shower soon, and whoever was in the kitchen had already seen every inch of me.

Armed with the confidence bestowed upon me last night, and the new knowledge of the secret world of cuckoldry that apparently turned my boyfriend on so much, I stepped out into the kitchen.

------MICHAEL------

I flipped the bacon over to check that both sides were cooked through, before placing a couple slices each onto the plates next to the eggs.

I woke up

starving

this morning.

Both for food, and Julia.

She'd apparently fallen asleep cupping one of her breasts last night and she looked incredible laying there, naked, in our bed. As much as I wanted her all to myself, after last night, I'm sure she was tired so I let her sleep.

Flashes of the previous night kept appearing in my mind.

Julia's face, red, as she screamed while Chris slammed into her. Them kissing while he held her, suspended, over his cock. Julia straddling me after I came home, pressing her heavy and cum covered tits into my face. I shook at the thought. Hopefully I'd be able to enjoy some

non

-covered breasts today.

As I finished plating the food, almost on queue, I heard her voice behind me.

"Morning babe!" She chirped, and I spun around

She stood just feet away, wearing nothing but shorts, still a mess from the night before.

And she looked incredible.

She smiled, her tangled hair falling down around her shoulders. Julia ran her hand over the top of her fully exposed chest, drawing my attention to her breasts hanging heavily between us. I found myself drawn towards her and leaned in for a kiss.

I felt myself grow hard as we stood there, sharing a kiss. She must have anticipated this, because she reached out and gave my bulge a squeeze as we finally broke apart.

"Where's Chris?" She asked, still squeezing my cock.

I felt a bolt of some emotion I couldn't place course through me. Slightly unsettling that her first question was about Chris. But I was probably just making a mountain out of nothing.

"He was gone before I got up, I figured I'd make some food before I texted him.", I said reaching forward and gently cupping her breast, "Are you hungry?"

Julia just bit her lip and nodded.

I spun around and grabbed the plates and forks while Julia poured us each a glass of juice and carried it over to the couch. I watched her, mesmerized as her beautiful tits jiggled with each step.

We sat next to each other on the couch and ate, our hunger evident by the speed in which we both finished.

When I finished she took my plate and set it on the coffee table in front of us before standing up and lowering herself back down, straddling me.

"Sooooo...." Julia cooed, looping her hands behind my head and running he fingers through her hair, "How are you feeling about... you know..."

She smiled down at me coyly, her breasts just inches from my face.

"Last night?" I said, barely able to concentrate in this position, "It was... intense"

Julia giggled, wild with glee, as she leaned forward allowing her breasts to graze my face.

"That's for sure. But, I mean, did you enjoy yourself? You seemed like you were. Obviously taking Nathan home was a curveball but I was just so..." She grinded against me as she spoke, "Yeah..."

At the time, last night, I wasn't exactly excited to take Nathan home. And the jealousy and fear running through me while I was away didn't feel great. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the rest of it. Watching her lose her mind with lust was just the sexiest thing ever. There were a complicated mix of emotions there, certainly. But overall, I loved every thing that happened. Well, almost everything.

I leaned forward, taking one nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around in the way she liked. Julia's body shuddered and I felt her nipple grow hard in my mouth.

"I loved it." I said, alternating to her other nipple, "But I much prefer sucking your tits like this."

Julia giggled again as I continued sucking.

"God it's SO hot though babe. It turns me on so fucking much when you play with my tits even when they're... you know." She grinded her hips against me even harder, "I love how much you love them."

My cock twitched beneath her weight and she drew in a sharp gasp in response.

I'd do anything to make her feel that way. Even if it wasn't... ideal.

Julia leaned into me, letting her breasts completely encompass my face for a moment before pulling away and standing up.

"Take your fucking shorts off. I need you inside me." She growled as I focused on teasing her breasts, "NOW."

------JULIA------

Our little check-in's after each game-night helped make me feel good about the whole thing. Obviously, in the moment, I was so blissed out and drunk on lust that it would be basically impossible to feel bad about anything. But the day after, when I was alone with my thoughts, it was easy to feel guilty about just how much I liked it.

Knowing Michael liked it too helped a lot. And now knowing he might secretly be a cuckold, I felt like I was equipped with a whole new arsenal to turn my man on with.

Unfortunately, it would have to wait.

The week after our second game night was pretty normal. Both Chris and Nathan sent us both similar 'thank-you' text messages as the previous game night. Michael and I had a huge boost in both of our libidos, and we were all over each other for the following week, and even talking excitedly about the next game night.

But all that got spoiled Thursday night when Michael came home from work and told me that he'd have to be working a later shift for awhile. Someone at his job got fired, and he'd be filling in for them on the late shift. So instead of us going to work at the same time, and coming home at similar times. He'd be leaving for work before I got home, and staying until midnight.

Obviously, this sucked in general. Basically we'd mostly see each other on the weekends and maybeee during the week if I was up late enough to see him get home. But, he promised it would just be until they got a new person up to speed. Regardless, it meant that there'd be no game night this week.

And that meant no exceptionally aggressive fuckings. But that would be fine, right? I'd gone my entire life not even knowing that was something I'd wanted. I could be patient.

Michael, god bless him, he tried. I'd tell him while we were having sex to really grab my tits, to pinch my nipples and pull, or slap my tits. And he'd... kinda do it. But there was some amount of magic that left the room when I requested it, and even more when he only half-heartedly gripped a handful of my hair and tried to throw me around.

I understood that he loved me, and didn't necessarily want to hurt me. But I didn't know how to get it through to him that I WANTED the hurt. I wanted the fear.

I found myself fantasizing about Chris Thursday night, before Michael told me the news. And even more so after, knowing I wouldn't be getting that desire fulfilled for awhile.

I was squirming on the couch next to Michael as we watched some true crime documentary that had just come out. It was about some guy that kidnapped women and had his way with them before... you know... the homicides happened. I thought about being grabbed outside of my work, thrown in some strange van and being pinned down and having the breath fucked out of me.

I rocked my hips against my hand and wished that Michael would just grab a handful of my hair as I lay next to him and force my mouth down on his cock as I cough and gasp for air. Instead, I fantasized about --

bzzt bzzt

My phone lit up on the coffee table with a new text message, and I leaned forward to see who it was from.

1 New Message - Chris.

My heart caught at the sight. It felt like goddamn magic that he would text now, after being basically radio silence for a week, right as I was thinking about... well... that.

I tapped the screen and opened the message, just one little line of text accompanied by a 'camera' emoji.

Chris: "Sucks about game night, send something to hold me over?"

Again, my breath hitched. For some reason I was surprised he knew about game night being canceled, but I had to assume that Michael texted him at some point after he got home.

"You need to get that? Should I pause the show?" Michael asked, giving my shoulder a squeeze next to him.

"Oh... uh, no, it's just Chris about game night. He's uh... asking for a picture I think"

"A picture? What do you mean a... --"

I looked up at him, and he must have understood when we locked eyes.

"Oh. That kind."

"I mean, I assume that's what he means." I turned my phone to him and let him read the text.

"Yeah" Michael chuckled, "Yeah that's probably what he's asking for"

Silence filled the room for a couple seconds. I mean... it's not like he hasn't seen me already. And I could definitely understand wanting something to hold him over so-to-speak. I was getting a little desperate for something similar, and my pleas with Michael to be more aggressive were getting more and more needy. But sending him something meant he'd have a naked picture of me on his phone. And something about that did feel awfully... personal.

"So, what are you thinking? Do you want to do that?" Michael asked, thankfully cutting through the silent tension.

"Um... I mean I don't know. Would you be okay with that?" I asked, and as soon as the words left my mouth I realized how obvious my reply made it that, yes, I did want to.

Michael squeezed my shoulder again, reassuringly.

"I'm okay with that if you're okay with that. So... if you want to, you have my permission."

Immediately, I sat up next to Michael on the couch, biting my lip as I looked at him. God, was Michael something special. How many men would encourage this type of behavior? He may not possess the kind of sexual aggression I was just learning I loved so much. But he was able to fulfill it in different ways.

I lifted my sleep-shirt up over my head and let my breasts fall free as Michael looked on. I caught him readjusting himself as he saw my push my breasts together and switch to my camera app.

I held my phone out a good distance from me, so that it would capture all of my breasts and my face but my arms were too short, and my breasts too large to fully capture.