You Encourage Me to Cuck You
Fuck, we’d spend late nights in bed, while you feverishly stroke my cock, sticky with spit and lube. You’d scroll through photos of your best friend, describing to me how fucking tight her cunt would feel around my cock. You’d grip my cock and feel it pulse and throb while we lose ourselves in horny delirium, while we get off to your fucktoy of your best friend. We’d sloppily exchange spit, my hard length easily sinking into your hot, wet fuckbox. We’d last a few seconds before we hold each other, shuddering, cumming hard to that wicked fantasy.
We’d spend every night with your eyes on mine while your throat drool hangs between my cock and your lips. You’d lube my dick up with your mouth before turning around, offering that filthy little asshole to me. When I push my cock into your asshole, I’m not fucking you. I’m fucking your best friend. We’d both groan while my dick inches further into you. You’d beg me to call you by her name and I would. I’d moan her name out while your sphincter slides over my stiff cock.
Perhaps she’d come to sleep over for the night. At the end of the night, you’d usher her into the guest bedroom before closing our door, leaving it slightly ajar. You’d strip hastily, and clamber on top of me, guiding my cock into your messy fucking cunt. I’d grip your perfect fucking ass, feeling my fingers sink into those globes while I moan out her name loudly. You’d ask me how good it feels fucking my wife’s best friend, and I’d tell you I love it. That nothing could be better than draining every last fucking drop of cum into your aching pussy. I’d unload everything I had into you, sweat coating our skin while we grind against each other.
We’d look at the door and chuckle slightly when we realise that it was open a little more than you’d left it.