Cuckholded: A true story of actual events.  

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2/24/2022 9:26 am
Cuckholded: A true story of actual events.


It was 3:00 AM, and I had been fast asleep, feeling a little under the weather.

My Fiancee Lori had gone stag to an office party, which she told me was employees only (I later found out that was bull), and I had gone to sleep early. I had been awakened by a noise I couldn't identify, being sleepy and groggy. I laid there hoping to fall back asleep, but the noise kept going. I couldn't identify it. It sounded like people talking, but I couldn't understand the words. Pulling on my pyjama bottoms I went to the bedroom door and opened it. The noise got louder, and resolved itself into some kind of mumbling or groaning. I still had no idea what it was, so I stepped out into the hall.

Then I saw it.

The hall of our apartment connected directly to the living room, coming out just behind the sofa which was in the middle of the floor. On the other side of the room the wall was mirrored with those cheesy '70's glass tiles, and in the mirror I saw two people reclined on the sofa. From where I was standing I could only the top of one head, and neither of them could see me. From the looks of the action in the mirror they were too preoccupied to notice me standing in the hall, twenty feet away, anyway.

It was my fiancee Lori, and a guy named Brock I had met at other office get togethers.

They were kissing passionately, and Lori's top was off. He was still fully clothed. She was wearing her favourite front-opening bra, which was still closed. Brock's hands were all over her and she was moaning. She had tried to keep it down and wasn't succeeding, and her moans and their whispered pillow-talk was what woke me. Oddly, Lori was fending off his hands as he tried to caress her anywhere there was naked flesh, or if he tried to undo her bra. One of his hands was between her legs, massaging her pubic mound through her clothes, which was producing the moaning, but she pushed his hands away when he tried to pull down her pants or remove any other clothing. I could see from his expression that he was getting a little frustrated and angry, but Lori was so aroused she didn't notice it but was content to bury her tongue in his mouth.

As for myself I went through a whole gamut of emotions. I was furious, jealous, resentful (she was way more turned on with Brock than she ever was with me) and hurt. But strangely, I was also hugely turned on, and within seconds had the biggest, hardest erection I'd had in years. I continued to watch them and began to jerk myself off, but as time went on and Lori continued to fend Brock's hands off I began to get impatient myself, wanting to see more action. It felt strange, but for the first time since we got engaged I WANTED to watch Lori get fucked. You can't fuck a woman and watch her getting fucked at the same time, right?

So I dropped down onto my hands and knees and crawled up to the back of the sofa, where I could hear Brock pleading 'C'mon, let me. Let me.' and Lori's breathy 'No.' I decided to take matters into my own hands. Lori was laying on her back with her head on a throw pillow at one end of the sofa, so I crawled to that end and peeked over the arm. I mean, I was RIGHT THERE, but they were so busy they didn't even notice me. My heart was in my throat. Suddenly I reached up and grabbed Lori's wrists, pulling them up and over her head, and over the arm of the sofa, toward me. And I gripped hard. Her arms weren't going anywhere.

Brock stood up in a panic, seeing me for the first time. But he must have been a flexible guy, because I just nodded toward Lori with my head, saying 'Now's your chance'. Lori's only reaction was to let out a long, low moan. I was expecting fireworks, but I also know that Lori was into a little bondage, and she didn't care.

Brock wasted no time. As I knelt beside the sofa holding Lori's hands I had a ring-side seat, plus I could still watch the action in the mirror. Her bra was unhooked in a moment and her nipples were in his mouth. She responded by writhing and moaning even louder. He pulled off her pants and panties and began liking her pussy, and she came, very quickly, It almost made me cream my pyjamas. Once again much more intense and erotic than she ever was with me. He took off his clothes and climbed on top of her, fucking her hard, and he came very quickly too. God knows how long he had been playing the patient foreplay game, but it must have been a while, because only a minute or two later he was done.

"Leave," I told him, and he obliged quickly, putting on his clothes and looking extremely embarrassed the entire time.

I stood Lori up, still holding her wrists, pulling her to the bedroom. She was unsteady on her feet, and I could smell liquor as soon as she was close to me. She was pretty<b> drunk. </font></b>I pushed her on the bed face-down, with her legs hanging off and her feet on the floor.

"Whatcha gonna do?" she slurred.

"I'm not taking Brock's sloppy seconds," I said, so I pulled open my nightstand drawer and pulled out a jar of lube. One thing Lori had never let me do was anal, and I realized that right at that moment I didn't care much what she liked one way or another. So I poured some lube down her ass crack and pushed the head of my cock into her anal rosebud. She made a few feeble complaints, but was probably too inebriated to really care.

So I fucked her firmly in the ass until I felt my cum spurting into her. she crawled up on the bed and promptly passed out, while I went to the kitchen and made myself a coffee, trying to figure out how I felt about what just happened.

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