Stephanie And Keiths Cuckolding Ch 01

Stephanie was a gorgeous woman, there was no denying that. Guys couldn't help but stare at her body as they walked by, unable to believe someone could be that gorgeous. She had D-cup breasts and nice hips, though her thin figure was what made her body completely stunning. She had blonde curly hair and worked on her makeup to make it simple but stunning, bringing out her long eyelashes and mesmerizing blue eyes. Keith was lucky to have her, and he was thankful everyday to have married a woman like that. He didn't mind the constant staring; he knew that the men who looked at her were jealous of him for being with such a beautiful woman, and it made him proud and happy to have her all for his own.

They had married 2 years ago, and were still in their mid-twenties and loved to visit clubs to dance at night, letting their bodies do the work and get sweaty as they enjoyed each other's company. They were both exhausted from work, and he enjoyed any second he could spend with her. Tonight was the same, and they leaned against the bar as he ordered drinks for them, knowing exactly what got her going and dancing the most. All that mattered to him was that she had fun, and he was glad to see she was already swaying to the beat. It was clear the DJ was good at his job. She was wearing a long sexy black dress tonight, with one side revealing her leg with a long slit up the sides. Keith wanted to bend her over right in their living room and have her right there, but he knew it would ruin her makeup and hair, so knew he would have to wait until they got home. Hopefully his dick would still work after they consumed all the alcohol.

She chugged her first drink right away, and held onto his hand as she pulled him onto the dance floor. They both relaxed immediately, feeling the beat of the music flow through their bodies as they relaxed after a long week of work. She was twirling around in circles, her eyes closed as she tried to take in all of the sensations around her.

Keith had his eyes closed for just a second, and when he opened them again, he saw something unspeakable. A man had just started invading Stephanie's personal space, his body on hers as he looked down at her like he was hungry. He looked like a fuckboy, strong muscular arms and a white wife beater, and he was clearly intoxicated. He seemed to completely ignore Keith as he surrounded his wife, circling around her body like a wolf on the hunt.

She looked up at him, then turned to look at Keith, confused. He glanced back at her and had no idea what to do... he wasn't the type to confront people, and he was pretty confident about the way she felt about him, enough that he didn't care about people doing this to her. She was also a grown woman, and could take care of herself. All he did was stop dancing and walk to the bar, sitting down and nursing his drink as he watched. He would step in if it went too far... but now all he could do was watch.

She seemed to be a little shocked that he didn't do anything about it, but since he didn't seem to mind, she continued to dance, her body moving to the rhythm of the music. The guy wasn't touching her too inappropriately, only placing his hands on her thin waist as he moved his legs along with her movements. She could smell his musky scent, and enjoyed it a little as she danced along with him. She hadn't been touched by another man other than Keith for a very long time, and it was nice to have something different for once, though she would never admit that to Keith himself. She expected Keith to step in anytime now, but he hadn't and so she continued to dance, enjoying herself more and more as time went on.

Keith was feeling jealous... he felt a tightness in his chest as he watched the display, but he was also feeling a little turned on by this. Was it abnormal to feel this way about someone else touching his wife? He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like in the bedroom with the two of them together, and blushed as he realized where his head was going. This was so wrong, but also spurred him on. He was getting a kick out of this... seeing his wife being man handled by a random guy at the club... it didn't make any sense.

Knowing that Stephanie wasn't backing down, the man started to grind against her, dry humping her directly on the dance floor as he pulled her close. His hips were moving along with the music, and he seemed to know exactly where to hit so that it was directly touching her core. She was getting more and more horny from the experience, but couldn't help but glance at Keith, wondering what was going through his mind as he watched this happening. She could feel the man's erection against her body, a huge monster that surely must be stuffed. This guy must do this to women at the club all the time... and put something down his pants so they would be turned on by this. But then... she saw something in Keith's eyes that she only saw when they were fucking. A sense of horniness, like he was enjoying her being touched and grinded on by this stranger. Was that why he hadn't stepped in yet?

She felt rude to stop dancing with him in the middle of the song, so she continued to dance, letting him hump her as she maintained eye contact with her husband. When the song finally ended, she peeled herself off of the guy and numbly thanked him for the dance, feeling completely dazed from the experience. She strutted to Keith immediately, who was still sitting at the bar watching her every move. She was feeling a little pissed, "Why didn't you come to my rescue? What was that?!"

He shook his head and only said: "I thought you could handle yourself."

"You looked like you were enjoying it, I could see the horniness in your eyes." She said, and he looked at her with widened eyes.

"No. No, I wasn't enjoying it." She could hear the lie through the tone in his voice.

"You're clearly turned on, I can see your erection through your tight pants." She scolded, crossing her arms.

"Okay... maybe a little. Want to go home so we can fuck?" He grinned, and she sighed, forgiving him immediately. The truth was, she was feeling horny herself, and would love to be fucked right now...

He put his arms around her waist, and led her out of the club after he paid for their drinks. It was the fastest they have ever left the club, but he couldn't help it. He was so fucking horny for her right now, and just wanted to have his way with her. He knew it would take the stress out of him just like what they had planned to do at the club anyways.

They entered the parking lot, both of them looking for their car in the dark. It was nearly empty, most of the people still in the club from how early the night was, and standing directly in front of them was the same guy as before with his arm crossed, looking at her body like a predator. With unjustified confidence, he grabbed her arm and dragged her to his car in front of her husband. Keith stood there shocked again, unable to fathom how someone could do something so disturbing. All he could do was watch in silence as he shoved her into the car next to him on the passenger seat. Keith was about to call out when the guy started driving, and he could feel his own dick throbbing as the car drove off with his wife along with it.

Stephanie could feel her own chest pounding, she had no idea what was going on. Keith literally just let another man take her into his own car and drive off without saying a single word. It was like he wanted her to be fucked by this stranger. How was that even possible?! He must be calling the police right about now.

The man barely said anything during the drive, and they arrived at a shady motel a few minutes later. She followed him into a room, waiting for him to unlock it, unable to really do anything except wait for Keith to come and rescue her. She tapped her long heels against the floor, unable to believe this was actually happening. When the door finally clicked open, she realized her phone was ringing. It was Keith... and he was calling her through video chat. She opened it, wondering if the man would stop her. He hadn't, and only watched her as Keith asked her urgently where she was. It seemed like he had snapped out of his crazy trance.

"I... I'm at the motel 2 blocks away." She said.

"Give me the phone." The man said, and she complied, handing it to him. He set it on the table by the TV, letting Keith have the best view of the bed. He then pulled her onto the bed as he pulled his pants down. She couldn't help but gasp out loud. His pants weren't stuffed after all. He was fucking huge, like what she saw in pornos when she watched them with Keith on their horny nights when they wanted to try something new. It was throbbing and demanding to be touched, with veins coursing through it. His balls even looked like they were pulsing away. He had precum already dripping down the tip of his cock, and he started to stroke himself, loving the way that she was looking at him with drool practically coming down her mouth.

"Like what you see?" He crooned, and she didn't say anything, knowing Keith was watching. She wondered what he was feeling right now. "Kneel." He said, and she obeyed. It was weird... but she felt like she would do anything this man asked her to do without thinking. She had never felt that way before. She placed her mouth around his dick and started to bob up and down, tasting him fully. He smelled like such a man, and she almost loved the way his pubic hair was grazing against her nose. It seemed like she wasn't doing a good job, because he had to grab her hair and shove deep into her mouth. She couldn't breathe properly, but didn't seem to care, she let him grab her and thrust so deep he was bending in her throat, feeling the tightness of it. Normally, she wouldn't let a man handle her like this... but knowing that her husband was watching, unable to do anything about it and yet clearly fucking horny watching all of this, it spurred her on, making her want to be naughty and do dirty things.

Keith watched in the middle of the parking lot, holding onto his phone as he watched another man fuck his own wife's mouth. It was unspeakable, and he couldn't believe the night became something so dark. But like before, it was making him so fucking horny, and he just watched as the man thrusted into his wife over and over, grabbing her hair as he did. She was crying now, tears dripping down her eyes as she tried so hard not to gag. He had never treated her this way before, and felt like she was enjoying every second of being abused like a whore. He felt a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of worry, jealousy, sadness... but also so much lust that it was overwhelming. He was stroking his dick over his pants now, still holding his phone in his other hand.

Before the man came though, he pushed her back and stood up, looking down at her as she continued to kneel. "Bed, now." He groaned, and she nodded, complying immediately. She tried to lay on her back, but he turned her around, making her go into a doggy-style position on the soft untouched mattress. Before she could say anything, she moved her dress up and pulled her panties down. Keith gasped out loud in their car, seeing how fucking wet she was, the gooey liquid already dripping down her thighs. He had never seen her wet like this...

The man grunted in approval as he pushed two large fingers against her folds, feeling her wetness. "You're so fucking wet for me." He said, and started to play with her, moving his fingers up and down. She moaned and grinded against his fingers, needing more of it inside of her.

"Please." She begged, but he ignored her, still playing with her folds as he appreciated how swollen she was. When he was finally done exploring her exposed pussy, he thrusted his fingers in, making her gasp out loud as two of them entered her smoothly. "Oh my fucking god!" She moaned, and Keith could hear every word of it through the phone. Fuck, why was this so hot? She moved against his fingers as he thrusted into her over and over, letting her know who was boss as he played with her pussy.

Soon, he couldn't take it just letting her enjoy herself without him. He adjusted his body against her, though she was so filled with lust that she hadn't noticed. In just one second, he slipped his fingers out, and before she could complain about feeling empty, he thrusted his large dick deep into her folds. She practically screamed out loud at the sensation. It was too fucking much for her to handle. She felt beyond stretched, like her pussy was going to be sore for months after being attacked like this. He didn't let her adjust herself, and merely held onto her waist as he exited her fully and thrusted into her completely again. Keith couldn't believe this man could be so large, and wondered to himself if she would ever be satisfied with his own dick ever again. How could she be when she took in something that fucking huge?

He pounded her over and over again, and her body moved against him like this was everything she needed. So far, she had still been worried about what Keith would think, what he would say to her after they finally saw each other again, but now... it was like she couldn't even remember she was married. All she could feel was this giant dick plowing her over and over again, destroying her insides as he claimed her as his own. She had no idea sex could feel like this... feel so good. She had never experienced something like this before, and knew at this very moment she was addicted. She could barely even muster a moan anymore, she just mewled over and over again, her body bent to get as much dick inside of her as possible.

The man was roughly grabbing her body and slamming into her, and he reached his hand around her to play with her clit. That was too much for her to handle. She came, her pussy squeezing and tightening around him over and over again as she moaned out loud, her juices flooding both of them as well as the motel's bedsheets. Keith gasped when he saw it. It was clear she came from the amount of fluid that came out of her. How was this even possible? The man... that monster... was clearly giving her the time of her life, and he would never be able to compare to him ever again. He would never be able to fuck his own wife the same way again. Did he lose the love of his life by letting her do this? Did he let his dick do the talking and let her be completely attacked like this? But still... he couldn't help it when he came into his hands, groaning her name over and over again as he did. His jizz hit the steering wheel, and he moaned as he hit his head against it, feeling the sensations of his balls tightening.

Stephanie could swear she heard her name being called out by Keith through the phone, but she didn't pay attention to him...not when she was still being plowed like that by the hunk of a man behind her. It seemed even her squeezing him like that wasn't enough for him, and he continued on, making her his. She was even more sensitive than before now, and she felt like she was on an orgasm high, and her pussy clenched uncontrollably as he destroyed her insides. It was finally his turn, and he groaned out loud as he thrusted the hardest thrusts so far, then flipped her onto her back as he came into her chest, his dick pulsing as spurt after spurt of cum came out of his dick and onto her black sequined dress. He ripped the dress off of her in frustration along with her bra, and rubbed his cum all over her tits, enjoying the way they bounced and got hard as he touched them. After he was satisfied, he got up from the bed, smirking at her.

She wasn't able to say a word. She felt like she was floating on a cloud and completely ruined at the same time... and she laid there like a broken doll. He picked up the phone and stared at Keith before saying, "I'm done with your slut now, you can have her now." He told Keith where they were and what room they were in, and disconnected the phone.

He asked her for her number, and she said it to him groggily and continued laying on the bed. He nodded, said goodbye, and slammed the door behind him, letting her husband take care of her after his unadulterated attack.