Cuckold Party for our Engagement!
By: Cuck & Vixen
Hello,
A while back, my fiancee and I decided we were going to host a cuckold engagement party. Well, it finally happened last Saturday night...and it felt like the most erotic demonstration to me of how fragile my sexual grip over her is. I felt the need to share it on the blog in case anyone else has had any similar experiences.
It showed me what she could have if she was greedier and it struck me with both fear and greater arousal than I have ever felt in my life.
While everyone was having drinks in the dining room, she invited an Italian bull friend to give her a massage. To her bemusement, he brought massage oil with him. I felt a pang of jealousy but didn't want to disturb them so I left them alone. A few minutes later, however, one of the guests came over to me and said my fiancee had "summoned" me. It was clear she wanted both the bull and I to massage her.
I loved her implicit greediness. Nothing about this scenario so far suggested she would cuck me. It's not uncommon for us to have traditional MMF threesomes. That was until, in the same breath, she instructed me to take note of his technique. Just like that, she had set the tone: she wanted to be pampered and treated like a queen that night.
I could feel her uncertainty over where the session was headed, but she nudged it in the direction it was inevitably headed when she said I should focus on her legs. With that deviously simple suggestion, she anchored me in my role as a cuckold (whether knowingly or not). She diminished my contributions and signalled to me that any pleasure derived from my body were secondary to our guest of honour. Seeing her lips suddenly lock into place was the final pin drop. I knew that moment he was going to fuck her in front of me.
I was even more sure of this when I saw his cock emerge fully erect. The moment I saw that cock, I launched fully into fight-or-flight mode. I had never physically seen a cock that big in real life, only in porn. I felt more threatened by him than any other man I've encountered during our relationship. Even the downward curvature of his dick felt like a direct challenge to my upward curve because of how it might touch her in ways I couldn't.
I started to feel the futility of the battle, hence why I nudged her verbally to suck his cock. I wanted to rip the band-aid off and tell her it was ok to want him. I knew she found him attractive anyway (she had made that quite clear weeks prior). But then she invited me over to take her from behind. I took this as an opportunity to course correct by showing him who her future husband really is. I had to show him who was boss, but I could not do it. I tried with every fibre of my being to resist cumming instantly inside her pussy with each thrust, yet each thrust brought me to my moment of climax. One more move and my cum would instantly surge from the tip of my penis.
I kept taking momentary breaks, retreating from her pussy in hope of regaining my stamina, but each time I re-inserted my cock inside her vagina, the moment of climax was upon me again. I could hear her groaning frustration in between every moment of gurgling on his cock while he was throat fucking her.
I felt guilt at my inability to show both of them my full vigour and stamina. I had failed her as husband material because the pleasure was overwhelmingly stimulating. I hadn't felt that kind of amped-up sensitivity in years. I felt powerless but also grateful to her for bestowing that feeling on me.
So I surrendered to it. I pulled out and accepted that all I could do was watch, yet hope that she might generously offer me a few sparing moments of a handjob or blowjob. I did not want to cum yet. I needed to revel in the anguish, for it felt safe to me.
My jealousy multiplied tenfold when she ordered me to kneel in front of her. With that command, she told me I was incapable of fucking her in that moment. I wanted her to commit to that thought more and verbally challenge my sexual prowess.
Then she sent my emotions spiralling when she told him he was too big to initially take doggystyle. She sounded so practically matter-of-fact with that statement that it was impossible to presume she was just trying to flatter him or humiliate me.
When I saw her finally climb on top of him, I was overwhelmed by how much his mass was visibly bulging inside her. I loved the glances she threw my way. She looked like a dominant, self-assertive, powerful vixen. Her eyes and hair glistened in that dark room; her tits had never looked so massive. The bump in her belly? It reminded me how fraught with taboo the entire ordeal was. I found myself imagining that she had allowed him to breed her in secret as a punishment for my performance woes.
Then I had to watch him rail her from behind. He fucked her savagely like a primal force of nature, so savagely in fact that this was the first time in our relationship when I struggled to observe the scene. It challenged my mental endurance: she was visibly enjoying it, not just performing for me. Her fingers reaching for her clit so early on to hasten her orgasm confirmed as much. She wasn't just working her way toward an orgasm: she craves it badly.
I wanted her to hold my cock, suck it, kiss me, look me in the eye, beg me to take her back, or acknowledge me in some other way. She barely noticed me, and yet I loved seeing her bow down and bury her face in the sheets, struggling to pay any attention to me because she was so single-mindedly focused on reaching her own climax.
It frustrated me. It pained me. I tried to embrace her to wrestle her gaze toward me instead of the bed sheets. But then came her moment of rapture. She came, and the noises she made were unlike any noises she ever made with me. I would not say they were louder or more intense, but deeper, more feral, like she was reluctantly surrendering herself to an uncontrollable burst of ecstasy. Nothing has ever made me that jealous in my life. I felt small in that moment. I needed to reclaim her.
But even that wouldn't be easily offered to me. She made me watch him fuck ber in missionary, and it was the most majestic view I've ever seen of her. She looked like a goddess, laid out on that bed. It also started to look less like fucking and more like lovemaking, like he was vying to be her genuine suitor. I nearly came when she reciprocated his intimacy by feeling her hands around his chest and back.
The sideways look she gave me was like a dagger chucked across the room - but maybe a dagger with a wordless love letter attached, reminding me that she loved me after all and she was doing all of this for me. I could feel her enjoyment of my enjoyment.
When she finally pivoted her ass back to me, I knew I wouldn't last more than a few seconds. I tried. I really tried but I couldn't help it. The fact that she even allowed me to enter you after you were already sore felt like her admission that I wouldn't last more than a few fleeting moments anyway.
She cleaned up both our cocks, cradled my face, pulled me in, then told me she loved me more than anything.
I was the luckiest guy alive that night...
Cuck & Vixen
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