And then he finally asked me [F22] to cuck him with a stranger

Jonah was my boyfriend. He was 25 years old and soft-spoken in a way that always made me smile. He was the kind of guy who asked what I wanted for dinner before he even thought about his own plate and who handed me the remote without a second thought. We had been together for fourteen months.

Two weekends ago we rented a quiet little lake cabin for Jonah’s birthday. There were no neighbors for half a mile in any direction and the two of us had the whole place to ourselves.

Cole was a guy we had only just met the day before. He was the local maintenance man who looked after the rental cabins around the lake. Cole stood six feet three inches tall and had the kind of strong outdoors-built body that came from real work rather than a gym. He had a deep laugh and an easy confidence that filled any space he entered. Cole had stopped by our cabin the afternoon we arrived to check the dock and the boat and he ended up staying for a cold beer. I had caught him staring at me more than once while Jonah stood right beside him but Jonah never said anything about it. Maybe he noticed or maybe he did not.

After midnight we sat by the fire pit with too many beers and then Jonah and I slipped upstairs to the big king bed in the loft. He was still inside me and still catching his breath when he began to speak. His voice came out shy and hesitant at first. He kept pausing between words as if he were afraid I would laugh at him. “I keep imagining you with someone else,” he whispered. “Just once. I know I am not always enough for you in bed and that bothers me more than I let on. The thought of watching you get the kind of attention and pleasure you really deserve turns me on so much. I get hard just thinking about it even though it makes me nervous. I would want it to be someone I trust though. Someone who would treat you right but still give you everything I cannot.”

He swallowed hard and his cheeks flushed even in the dark. “It is embarrassing to admit all of that out loud but I cannot stop picturing it.”

I lay there for a moment and let his words sink in. Then I kissed his forehead gently and answered without any hesitation. “All right. But it has to be Cole.” Jonah’s whole body tensed against mine. I felt his cock twitch even though he had just finished. He let out a nervous little laugh that cracked at the end and then he said yes. He said it twice actually as if he needed to convince himself.

We told Cole the next afternoon while the three of us floated on the dock in the sunshine. Cole did not laugh or make a joke. He simply looked at Jonah first and then at me and that cocky grin spread across his face. “About time you two figured it out,” he said.

Last night everything finally happened.

We started in the open living room of the cabin with the fire crackling low and one lamp glowing softly in the corner. Cole had settled himself deep into the big leather armchair with his legs spread wide and comfortable. Jonah sat on the couch across from him and clutched a beer bottle like it was the only thing keeping him steady. He kept shifting his weight and glancing at the floor. I stood between them wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny cotton shorts.

“Jonah,” I said in a sweet and steady voice. “Come here and take my clothes off for Cole. Do it slowly so he can see everything he is about to enjoy.”

Jonah’s hands trembled as he stepped close. He lifted the tank top over my head first and my breasts spilled free. Cole let out a low whistle of appreciation. Then Jonah hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs along with my panties until I stood completely naked. I walked straight over to Cole and straddled him in the armchair. My knees pressed into the cushions on either side of his hips and my bare pussy hovered just above the thick bulge in his sweatpants.

I glanced back at Jonah who had already dropped to his knees beside the couch exactly where I had left him.

“Stay right there on your knees baby,” I told him. “Keep your hands behind your back. You are not allowed to touch yourself until I give permission and you are not allowed to speak unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”

Jonah’s face turned a deep shade of red. He nodded quickly and his voice came out small. “Yes Emmy.”

Cole chuckled and rested both of his large hands on my ass. “Holy shit she really has you trained already.”

I leaned down and kissed Cole deeply. My tongue slipped into his mouth while I rocked my wet pussy against the hard outline of his cock through his pants. I made sure Jonah could see every slow grind. After a long minute I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder again.

“Jonah crawl over here,” I said. “Use both hands and pull Cole’s cock out for me. I want you to feel exactly how much bigger he is before I take him inside.”

Jonah moved across the rug on all fours. His fingers shook as he tugged Cole’s waistband down. Cole’s cock jumped out thick veiny and clearly longer and fatter than Jonah’s by a good two inches. Jonah stared at it with his lips parted in quiet shock.

“Tell him what you see,” I ordered softly.

Jonah’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “It is so much bigger than mine Emmy. I look like a little boy next to him.”

Cole laughed and flexed his cock so it slapped against his stomach. “Good answer bro.”

I wrapped my hand around Cole’s shaft right above Jonah’s fingers and lined him up at my entrance. Then I sank down in one long slow motion until my ass rested fully on Cole’s thighs. The stretch drew a loud shameless moan from my throat. He filled me completely in a way Jonah never could.

“Feel that Jonah?” I gasped. “That is what a real cock feels like.”

I began to ride Cole right there in the armchair with slow deep rolls of my hips. My breasts bounced in front of his face with every movement and I made sure Jonah had a clear view of my pussy swallowing every inch. After several minutes I reached back grabbed a handful of Jonah’s hair and pulled his face forward until his nose was only an inch from where Cole’s cock kept sliding in and out of me.

“Lick my clit while he fucks me,” I told him. “But do not let your tongue touch his cock. That belongs to me tonight.”

Jonah pressed his mouth to my swollen clit and began licking in the exact pattern he knew I loved. Cole started thrusting upward hard enough to bounce me on his lap. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin mixed with Jonah’s soft desperate whimpers and they filled the quiet cabin. Every powerful thrust pushed my clit firmer against my boyfriend’s tongue.

“Look at yourself,” I panted as I rode faster. “This random guy you barely know is buried balls-deep inside your girlfriend and you are nothing but the little clit-licker now. Does it taste better when my pussy is stretched around a stranger’s dick?”

Jonah moaned against me and nodded frantically. I felt hot tears sliding down his cheeks and mixing with my wetness on his chin.

I climbed off Cole turned around and told both of them it was time to move upstairs. “Bedroom now,” I said. “Cole you are going to fuck me properly on that big bed and Jonah you are going to do every single thing I tell you.”

We went up the loft stairs together. I lay back on the king bed and spread my legs wide. Cole climbed on top of me and sank back inside in one smooth thrust. The angle was perfect and I moaned loudly as he started fucking me deep and steady. Jonah stood there looking lost until I pointed to the wooden chair in the corner of the room.

“Sit down right there baby,” I ordered. “Take your shorts off and start stroking that pathetic little cock of yours. Edge yourself nice and slow. I want you right on the brink the whole time but you are not allowed to cum. If you get too close you stop and tell us. Understand?”

Jonah’s face burned with shame but he obeyed. He sat naked in the chair pulled his hard little dick out and began stroking in slow careful strokes. His eyes never left the bed where Cole was pounding me harder now.

“Watch closely,” I gasped between moans. “This is what I look like when I am actually getting fucked right by someone I barely even know.”

After a few minutes I looked over at Jonah again. His hand was moving faster and his breathing was ragged. “Stop stroking,” I snapped. “Come over here and suck Cole’s cock for a minute. Get it nice and wet for me while he rests inside me.”

Jonah froze for a second but then he crawled onto the bed. Cole pulled out just enough for Jonah to lean in. My boyfriend wrapped his lips around the thick head of this near-stranger’s cock and started sucking shyly at first then deeper as I watched. The sight was so filthy and perfect that I reached down and rubbed my own clit.

“Deeper Jonah,” I told him. “Suck this random guy’s dick like the eager little cleanup boy you are. Taste how wet I made him. Tell him how much better he feels than you.”

Jonah pulled off just long enough to whisper, “You feel so much better than me Cole. I could never stretch her like this.” Then he went back down taking more of the shaft until he gagged softly.

Cole groaned in pleasure and stroked Jonah’s hair almost like a pet. “Good boy. Keep going.”

I let Jonah suck for another full minute before I pulled him off by the hair. “Back to the chair and edge again. No cumming.”

Jonah returned to the chair dripping pre-cum and desperate. Cole flipped me onto my hands and knees and fucked me hard from behind while I looked straight at my boyfriend. Jonah’s hand flew up and down his little cock and he was whimpering now.

“Tell us how small you are compared to him,” I demanded.

Jonah’s voice cracked. “I am so much smaller. My dick is pathetic next to his. I do not deserve to be inside you anymore Emmy.”

That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me and I cried out while Cole kept slamming into me. Two thrusts later Cole buried himself deep and unloaded. I felt every thick pulse as he filled me completely.

When he finally pulled out I pointed at the bed again. “Jonah come clean Cole’s cock first. Every drop. Then you can clean me.”

Jonah crawled over without hesitation. He took Cole’s spent cock into his mouth and sucked gently cleaning every trace of me and Cole’s cum. Cole laughed softly and patted Jonah’s head. “Look at that. Your own girlfriend made you suck off some guy you met yesterday after I just came in her.”

Only after Cole was spotless did I lie back and pull Jonah’s face between my legs. “Now suck every bit of his load out of me while you finish edging yourself on the bed. But still no cumming.”

Jonah licked and sucked like a man possessed while his hand stroked furiously between his own legs. His tongue pushed deep inside me chasing every drop and his whimpers vibrated against my sensitive pussy. I held his head there until I felt him shake with the effort of holding back his own orgasm.

Finally I patted his cheek and let him stop. His face was shiny with tears cum and my juices. His poor cock was purple and leaking but untouched by release.

I smiled down at him. “Good boy. You did everything I asked and you did not spill a single drop.”

I took Cole’s hand and pulled him down beside me on the bed. Jonah stayed kneeling at the foot of the mattress exactly where he belonged.

“Tomorrow night we are doing this again,” I said softly. “But this time I am going to ride Cole reverse cowgirl out on the dock under the stars while you kneel in the grass and hold a flashlight so you can see exactly how deep he gets. Does that sound good baby?”

Jonah’s voice came out hoarse and completely broken.

“Yes Emmy.”