After Hotwife Dream and Bloom of the Bull, this story follows the husband as he realizes his cuckold desires.
I can’t fucking stop thinking about last night. Lily, sweating and gasping, climbing on top of me, her hands digging into my chest, whispering words that made my cock twitch instantly: “Would you be able to watch me with someone else?” At first, I panicked, my chest tightening with jealousy, but then the fucking fire hit me. My dick throbbed, and a part of me ached with a need I had never known—I wanted it. I wanted to be a cuckold.
I remember the way she rode me, hard and fast, nails scraping my skin, lips biting mine, her pussy squeezing me with every push. Her moans filled my ears, breathy and sharp, and I came for her again and again, sticky and fucking spent. But even as I fucked her, part of me wanted more. I wanted to watch her lost in someone else’s hands, screaming and writhing while I stayed here, hard as fuck, aching with jealousy and desire. That thought made me explode again just in my mind.
I can feel it in my gut: the jealousy, the lust, the twisted need. Imagining her with a big, hard cock inside her, her tits bouncing, her face wet with sweat and pleasure, and me sitting here, watching, moaning at my own fucking fantasy. It hits me like a wave—I’m a cuckold. I crave it. I ache to see her satisfied by another man, to hear her moans for him, to know I can’t touch all the fire in her.
Flashbacks hit me hard. Last night—her riding me, arching her back, calling my name, pushing me to my edge. Her hands in my hair, pulling me down, her body hot and fucking perfect against mine. But now, I realize, it wasn’t enough. I want that body, that lust, but I want it shared. I want her taken, fucked, filled by someone else. The thought makes my cock throb harder than any of the thrusts we shared last night.
I jerk off, fast and messy, my palm slick, my mind on her—on him. Imagining her moaning, begging, dripping, calling out my name even as she screams for him. The mix of jealousy, shame, and arousal burns through me, and I fucking love it. I come, hot and messy, groaning, the orgasm tearing through me while my thoughts twist around her, around another man, around the delicious humiliation of it all. I’m trembling, spent, and I know it—this is who I am. I am a cuckold. And I fucking love it.
My mind drifts to Ysos. The app she opened, the door she’s about to lead me through. I imagine her profiles, the invitations, the men waiting, and I ache. My cock twitches again just thinking about what’s coming, the first meeting, the first push into this world. The anticipation is unbearable, and I know I’ll be ready. I want to watch. I want to be humiliated. I want to fucking bloom into this desire that’s been lying dormant all along.
I am hers. I am her cuckold. And soon, Ysos will make it real.