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 oâclock, 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 wasnât an accident. I had found his jealousy charming at first, but now it was frustrating. I couldnât so much as look at a guy without him getting weird. 11 years of total monogamy and the dude just didnât 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 âif you donât want to stay then go, Iâll Uber home.â His face turned white and he said âIâll just stayâ with a giant pout.
Chris interrupted the silence with âheâs still looking at you.â 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.
âBabe lets please go home. Youâve had 6 drinks and Iâm tired.â âBut Iâm not tired. And I want to dance. I told you. I can get an Uber.â âNo, Iâll stay.â âThen donât pout. Itâs ugly.â And with that I got out of my chair and moved toward the dance floor. Chris remained seated.
I hadnât realized how tipsy I was until I was dancing, I probably looked like a moron but I was having fun. And thatâs when I noticed Chris get up to go the restroom, and Andrew made his way to me.
âIâm Andrewâ he whispered in my ear as he pulled my body close to his, our bodies immediately finding a rhythm. âIâm Robbieâ 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.
âI have a husband.â âSo? That mean you canât dance with me?â âHeâs gonna get really jealous when he sees us.â 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.
âSee, I like it when they get jealous. It tells me they know I can have what I want.â And he leaned in for a long, slow kiss. One of those kisses that makes you hard, makes your pussy twitch. I hadnât been kissed like that since college. Chris really wasnât a great kisserâŠ
âHey! What the fuck?!â Chris yelled but his voice got caught in his throat, he was trying to hold back how upset he was. âCalm down, dude. Weâre just dancing.â Andrew teased. Chris looked at me and firmly said âbabe, itâs time to go home.â âBut Iâm having fun!â
Andrew pulled me in close again, Chrisâs body went rigid. Andrew nibbled my earlobe and whispered âI wanna fuck you.â More hard dick, more pussy twitches. âAnd I donât care what your cuck husband thinks. I can tell how badly you need this.â
He wasnât wrong. Chris and I had never had an amazing sex life, Iâm all bottom and Chris is all boring. So vanilla, canât always keep it up. He never ate me out. I had been so frustrated and weâd talked about it so many times, but nothing happened. And now this stud was blatantly trying to bed meâŠ
I pulled away from Andrew and handed him my phone. He put his number into my phone and I sent him a quick text: âIâm gonna head home with him but I want you to come over after heâs passed out.â His response was quick: âđđđâ
The entire car ride home Chris went on about what an ass Iâd 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: âHusband is passed out. Wanna come over?â âFrom now on you call him cuck and you call me Daddy, understood? If so, shoot me your address.â I couldnât remember the last time my pussy was so consistently wet. I sent him my address, told him not to ring the bell and Iâd 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 didnât have to give that order.
And thatâs when I first felt his cock. He was easily 8â of solid, thick cock. The kind of cock a man slaps on your face and bruises you with. I couldnât contain my excitement and he smirked. Chris was maybe 4.5â 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. âWeâll have some fun with this in a bitâ 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 âshow Daddy what a good boy you are.â
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.
âDaddy likes you, fag. Such a shame youâre married.â He put his hands behind his back. âIf you were single Daddy would collar you right now. Youâd belong to me. And judging by how hungry you are for that cock, I bet youâd love that, wouldnât you?â I pulled off of his cock for a quick âyes, Daddy.â
âCUCK!â he called out loudly. âOohhh cuck!!â I panicked, âplease donât do thatâ I pleaded. âOoohhhh cucky! Câmere lil cucky and see what a real man can do for your husband.â And I could hear Chris rumbling around in our room.
Thatâs 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.
âWhat the fuck is going on? Babe. Baby. What are you doing?â I could hear Chrisâs voice trembling. âPlease look at me, Robbie.â 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. âFor starters, whatâs going on is your husband is finally getting fed a real cock. Heâs so hungry for a real cock heâs 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.â
I couldnât believe what I was hearing. Andrew was claiming me. And even more surprising, I wasnât resisting. Something about this dude told me if I lost my husband Iâd be ok.
âFrom now on heâs all mine. And guess whatâŠ.Chris? Is it Chris? Actually it doesnât matter. Because, as long as you want to remain legally married to him, you belong to me too. And youâve got a new name: Cuck.â
I heard Chris try to protest but I couldnât 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 Andrewâs cock and turned to Chris, âhey cuck. Either shut the fuck up and let me enjoy Daddyâs cock, or get out.â
I went back to Andrewâs cock. Chris went quiet. Andrew grunted and then chuckled.