Out of the blue my husband, Chris, suggested we go to a local gay bar for dinner and drinks. It was totally unlike him, he usually made dinner or wanted to go somewhere much more low key. I was excited for something new and wore a tight pair of dress pants, a button down and tie. Chris wore jeans and a t-shirt.
As soon as we arrived I could tell that Chris felt uncomfortable, out of his element. I sat sort of half facing the bar while Chris had a full view. He chuckled nervously during dinner and told me to look to my 10 o’clock, that some dude had been checking me out all evening.
I turned and that was the first time I saw HIM. Andrew. He had sort of long, wavy black hair and a light beard and mustache. He was wearing dress pants and an untucked, patterned button down. Average height, average build, probably a few years younger than me. Something about him and the way he looked at me made my pussy wet instantly. He smiled at me broadly, I smiled back.
Chris clanged silverware into a glass and my attention was back on him. We had been together 11 years and I knew him well, I knew that clanging was because he was uncomfortable, it wasn’t an accident. I had found his jealousy charming at first, but now it was frustrating. I couldn’t so much as look at a guy without him getting weird. 11 years of total monogamy and the dude just didn’t get it.
I smiled at Chris and made small talk. He hinted he would like to leave after we finished eating but I told him I wanted to have a few drinks and maybe dance. It started to turn into an argument and I ended it by saying “if you don’t want to stay then go, I’ll Uber home.” His face turned white and he said “I’ll just stay” with a giant pout.
Chris interrupted the silence with “he’s still looking at you.” I turned to see Andrew very blatantly looking right at me. I smiled at him again, he smiled back and I felt my ass wiggle. Something about this dude just got me. I wanted him. Chris could tell.
“Babe lets please go home. You’ve had 6 drinks and I’m tired.” “But I’m not tired. And I want to dance. I told you. I can get an Uber.” “No, I’ll stay.” “Then don’t pout. It’s ugly.” And with that I got out of my chair and moved toward the dance floor. Chris remained seated.
I hadn’t realized how tipsy I was until I was dancing, I probably looked like a moron but I was having fun. And that’s when I noticed Chris get up to go the restroom, and Andrew made his way to me.
“I’m Andrew” he whispered in my ear as he pulled my body close to his, our bodies immediately finding a rhythm. “I’m Robbie” I said as I ran a hand down his shoulder, his chest. I surprised myself doing that. But now especially, with him on me, he was driving me crazy.
“I have a husband.” “So? That mean you can’t dance with me?” “He’s gonna get really jealous when he sees us.” Clearly Andrew liked that, he put an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He pulled his face close to mine. All I could see or think about his big brown eyes, they were making me melt. And making me horny.
“See, I like it when they get jealous. It tells me they know I can have what I want.” And he leaned in for a long, slow kiss. One of those kisses that makes you hard, makes your pussy twitch. I hadn’t been kissed like that since college. Chris really wasn’t a great kisser…
“Hey! What the fuck?!” Chris yelled but his voice got caught in his throat, he was trying to hold back how upset he was. “Calm down, dude. We’re just dancing.” Andrew teased. Chris looked at me and firmly said “babe, it’s time to go home.” “But I’m having fun!”
Andrew pulled me in close again, Chris’s body went rigid. Andrew nibbled my earlobe and whispered “I wanna fuck you.” More hard dick, more pussy twitches. “And I don’t care what your cuck husband thinks. I can tell how badly you need this.”
He wasn’t wrong. Chris and I had never had an amazing sex life, I’m all bottom and Chris is all boring. So vanilla, can’t always keep it up. He never ate me out. I had been so frustrated and we’d talked about it so many times, but nothing happened. And now this stud was blatantly trying to bed me…
I pulled away from Andrew and handed him my phone. He put his number into my phone and I sent him a quick text: “I’m gonna head home with him but I want you to come over after he’s passed out.” His response was quick: “😏😏😏”
The entire car ride home Chris went on about what an ass I’d made of myself, kept asking what if one of our friends had shown up and seen that. I played the good husband, apologizing, swearing it was just the booze talking. But truthfully my buzz was wearing off and all I could think of was Andrew.
We showered and climbed into bed. True to form Chris was passed out and snoring in just a few minutes. I pulled out my phone and sent Andrew a text: “Husband is passed out. Wanna come over?” “From now on you call him cuck and you call me Daddy, understood? If so, shoot me your address.” I couldn’t remember the last time my pussy was so consistently wet. I sent him my address, told him not to ring the bell and I’d watch for him.
The minute he came through the door our bodies intertwined, his kisses were life changing. His hands were possessive. He ordered me to strip and then pushed me to my knees. He shoved my face into his clothed crotch and ordered me to lick. He didn’t have to give that order.
And that’s when I first felt his cock. He was easily 8” of solid, thick cock. The kind of cock a man slaps on your face and bruises you with. I couldn’t contain my excitement and he smirked. Chris was maybe 4.5” on a good day and not very thick.
Andrew began unbuttoning his shirt and I ran a hand up his chest and began playing with his nipples. He pulled off his shirt and then undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops. “We’ll have some fun with this in a bit” he laughed.
He ordered me to crawl behind him as he made his way to the couch. He sat back, undid his pants and let his massive Daddy cock out. My eyes must have sparkled and he crooned “show Daddy what a good boy you are.”
I spent the next hour in heaven. First I had to adjust to his size, once I was used to it, I let my mouth and throat edge that big cock. I took my mouth off only to play with his balls and for the few times he pulled me in for a kiss.
“Daddy likes you, fag. Such a shame you’re married.” He put his hands behind his back. “If you were single Daddy would collar you right now. You’d belong to me. And judging by how hungry you are for that cock, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I pulled off of his cock for a quick “yes, Daddy.”
“CUCK!” he called out loudly. “Oohhh cuck!!” I panicked, “please don’t do that” I pleaded. “Ooohhhh cucky! C’mere lil cucky and see what a real man can do for your husband.” And I could hear Chris rumbling around in our room.
That’s when Andrew pulled out the belt and used it like a makeshift collar, putting it quickly around my neck. First he pulled me in for a quick kiss and then he pulled my head down and his cock went down my throat right as Chris walked out of our bedroom.
“What the fuck is going on? Babe. Baby. What are you doing?” I could hear Chris’s voice trembling. “Please look at me, Robbie.” But Andrew now had a hand firmly on my head, keeping me in place, bobbing happily on his cock.
Andrew grunted and then looked at Chris. “For starters, what’s going on is your husband is finally getting fed a real cock. He’s so hungry for a real cock he’s been on mine for at least an hour now. And you are no longer to call him babe or baby. Those are just some of the many pet names I now get to use for him.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Andrew was claiming me. And even more surprising, I wasn’t resisting. Something about this dude told me if I lost my husband I’d be ok.
“From now on he’s all mine. And guess what….Chris? Is it Chris? Actually it doesn’t matter. Because, as long as you want to remain legally married to him, you belong to me too. And you’ve got a new name: Cuck.”
I heard Chris try to protest but I couldn’t tell you what he said. He was hammering on and on, his voice weak and I could tell, even without looking at him, that he was crying. I was annoyed. I pulled off Andrew’s cock and turned to Chris, “hey cuck. Either shut the fuck up and let me enjoy Daddy’s cock, or get out.”
I went back to Andrew’s cock. Chris went quiet. Andrew grunted and then chuckled.
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