Becca Bellamy
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Playing with Fire - Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-07-17 06:01:49 +0000 UTCYour wife's been cuckolding you for nearly two years now. She finds it thrilling to be with new men, so she doesn't really have many long term partners, which is why she almost always uses condoms.
The first time you bought them for her it wasn't really part of your cuckolding. She'd simply forgotten to pick some up and you were already out, so she asked if you'd mind doing it. You thought nothing of it, right up until you were staring at the condoms. Then you got turned on. You couldn't stop thinking about your wife opening the box, pulling out a condom, and rolling it down a lover's cock. You couldn't get it out of your head, and you liked that. You loved it. When you got home, she noticed how turned on you were and let you worship her pussy a little before she left for her date. Now it's always your job to buy condoms for her and it's always arousing.
You haven't bought Magnum condoms, though. She bought them once in that first year before you were the designated shopper, and she'd marveled at how good it felt to get fucked by someone with such a big cock. As it turns out, it's hard to find guys like that, so she's gone more than a year without that particular pleasure.
Now, though, she's going to enjoy it once more, and as you get out of your car and head into the pharmacy, you know you're going to enjoy it too. There's something about the idea of buying Magnum condoms that thrills you. You can feel it in the way your heart is beating as you approaching the aisle. You can feel that tingle of excitement between your legs. You feel it increase as you spot the box of Magnums. You could buy the box with just three condoms in it, but you decide you're going to be optimistic, and instead you pick up a box of ten. Your wife won't use them all tonight, but she might see this guy more than once, and she'll need more condoms when she does.
You pluck the box from the shelf and smile as you imagine your wife rolling one of the super sized condoms down another man's massive cock. You imagine the smile on her face and the wetness between her legs as she thinks about getting fucked by someone blessed with such impressive size.
"Magnums. Impressive."
You turn to see a cute brunette with a pierced nose standing next to you. You were so lost in your fantasy you didn't notice her approach. She smiles at you - it's a decidedly flirty smile - and then her eyes quickly glance at your crotch. You're taken aback by her boldness and you blurt out, "Oh, they're not for me."
A confused look crosses her face. "Who are they for?"
You realize you've made a mistake in coming awfully close to telling a stranger that your wife cuckolds you, and yet you suddenly quite excited. There's something about this girl that makes you want to spill your secrets. "For the guy...for the guy my wife is going on a date with tonight," you say. "I always buy the condoms when she has a date, and tonight the guy apparently is too big for regular condoms."
Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might leap from your chest. The cute girl smiles and says, "So you're a cuck?"
You nod.
"How kinky. So do you like that your wife sends you out to buy condoms for her?" she asks.
"I do," you admit.
"And do you like that the guy she's going to fuck tonight has a massive cock?" she asks.
"Yes," you say. "She's only been with someone that big once and she loved it."
"Is it safe to assume that you're not nearly big enough to wear Magnum condoms?" the cute girl asks with a naughty smile.
"No, I'm not," you admit.
She turns and looks both ways down the aisle before stepping closer and reaching between your legs. She grasps your cock and strokes you a little while smiling and then she says, "You don't feel very big at all. Do you have a small cock?"
"Yes," you say as your dick quickly approaches a fully erect state.
"And would your wife mind that a stranger was playing with your small cock in public?" she asks.
"I don't know," you reply, though she probably would.
"Do you like that a stranger is playing with your pathetic little dick in public?" she asks softly.
"Yes," you admit. You can't believe you like it. You can't believe you're letting it happen. And yet, you can't help yourself. It feels so good, probably because it's so damn risky.
"You like it when I tell you that your dick is pathetic, don't you?" she asks.
You nod.
"Does your wife tell you that?" she asks. "Does she tell you that your little dick is pathetic, that you couldn't possibly satisfy her, that you don't deserve to pleasure of her pussy because your worthless cock couldn't make her cum if your life depended on it?"
"No, she doesn't," you answer.
The cute girl releases your cock and makes a playfully sad face. "Why not?" she asks. "Doesn't she know that it turns you on to hear that your dick is fucking worthless?"
You shake your head. "She doesn't know. I never told her. It's...I don't know why, but it feels too embarrassing to tell her."
The cute girl steps closer and you feel her breast press into your arm. It's soft and perky and you're fairly certain she's not wearing a bra under her sweater. She leans in close enough that you can feel her breath against your neck as she whispers, "But it felt good to tell me, didn't it? It felt good to admit that you like having your worthless little dick humiliated, didn't it?"
"Yes," you admit.
She kisses your neck and you feel a shiver of pleasure rush down your spine and nestle between your legs. Her warm, soft lips linger against your skin for a few seconds before she flicks her tongue back and forth over your neck for a few moments, leading you to close your eyes as a rather intense kind of pleasure works its way through your body.
"When is your wife's date?" she asks softly.
"He's picking her up at eight," you reply.
"And how long do you think she'll be gone?" she asks.
"A few hours, at least," you answer. "If it's really good, she won't be home before midnight."
She steps back, glances at your crotch to see your little erection making a small bulge in your pants, and then pulls her phone from her back pocket. You can't see her screen, but her fingers are moving with furious speed. A few moments later she offers the phone to you and says, "Give me your address."
Your hand trembles as you reach out and take the phone. You look at the screen and see that she's created a new contact. Your name is listed as 'Little Dick Cuck.' You look up and see a smile on her face.
"Put your address in so I can come visit you tonight after your wife goes on her date," she says.
You look down at her phone and tap the space to enter your address. Your fingers hover over the keypad for a few seconds as your pulse races. You know you shouldn't give her your address. You know it would be insane to do so. You can't help it, though. You type in your address. You give her what she wants. You hand the phone back to her.
"Thank you, cuck," she says. "I'm Emily, by the way."
She extends her hand and you shake it. You're so stunned by everything that's unfolded in the store that you don't offer your name.
"It was nice to meet you," she says. "I'll see you tonight."
Emily turns and walks away. You stare at her as she does, admiring her long legs and how short her skirt is. At the end of the aisle she stops, looks over her shoulder, and lifts the back of her skirt, giving you a brief but breathtaking view of her tight ass in a red lace thong. Then she blows you a kiss and heads out of the store without another word.
It's not until the drive home that you start to panic about what you did in the heat of the moment. You gave your address to a total stranger. It's entirely possible that Emily will be at your house when you get back, telling your wife everything that unfolded in the pharmacy. It's possible she'll never show up. It's possible she'll show up with some burly meathead of a boyfriend and rob you blind while your wife is out getting fucked by someone else. It's possible you just made the biggest mistake of your life, and because you didn't get her number there's no way to try and take back your mistake, to convince her not to come over. There's nothing you can do but wait at home and hope that you haven't fucked up your life with one lust-fueled decision.
You give your wife the condoms - she likes that you bought the box of ten, as she too shares your ambition that she might fuck this well-hung guy for a few weeks - and then she lets you worship her pussy a little. While you're on your knees with your tongue inside her, the cute girl from the pharmacy pops into your head a few times. You hear her insulting the size of your cock. You see her ass in that thong. You feel her hand between your legs, stroking your cock through your jeans and getting you hard as she whispers about how small it is. Each time you try and push her out of your head and each time she comes back with a vengeance.
After a lovely pussy worship session that leaves her soaking wet, your wife puts on her dress and heels, grabs her purse, and you walk her to the front door. You share a lingering kiss, you tell her to have fun with her date, and she confirms that she has the condoms you bought in her purse. Then she walks out and you wave goodbye from the front door before she gets in the car.
You close the door and take a deep breath. Your pulse begins to race, for Emily could arrive at any moment, and if she shows up, you have no idea what she plans on doing. Even if she just wants to have more of the same fun you had in the pharmacy, that feels like a foolish mistake, given that your wife certainly wouldn't approve.
You're still leaning against the door and thinking through the evening's potential outcomes when you hear a knock on the door. Your chest tightens with anxiety as you turn and look through the peephole. Emily is standing there. She seems to be alone. You consider not answering the door, and while you're considering she reaches up and knocks again.
"I know you're in there, cuck," she says. "I watched you say goodbye to your beautiful wife. I bet you're standing right on the other side of the door. You don't have to be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to have fun with you."
You’re nervous, but you feel some of that excitement from the pharmacy return to your body. You can't help but want to know what Emily has planned. You want more of what you felt earlier that day. You open the door.
"Aren't you going to invite me in, cuck?" she asks.
You step aside. "Please, Emily, come in."
She steps into the house and the scent of a rather seductive perfume fills your nose. Emily looks radiantly beautiful in a short, pleated skirt, a lovely white off-the-shoulder sweater that exposes a red bra strap, and a pair of heels that make her legs look even longer than they did earlier that day.
"Would your wife be upset if she knew I was here?" Emily asks.
"Yes," you admit.
She smiles. She seems to like that you're doing something so dangerous for the sake of spending a little time with her. "But you gave me your address and invited me into your home anyway. Why is that, cuck?"
"Because...because I couldn't help myself," you say. "What I felt in the pharmacy, what I felt when you said those things...I just, I wanted to feel that again."
Emily smiles and steps closer. You smell her perfume again and you can't help but feel utterly entranced by her beauty and that smile. "You mean when I told you that you had a pathetic little dick?" she asks softly.
You nod.
"I want to see it, cuck," she says. "Get naked."
You reach up and unbutton your shirt as Emily watches from a few steps away. You toss it onto the floor and pull your undershirt over your head. Your hands tremble as you reach down and unbutton your pants. You push them down and stand there in your underwear.
"What are you waiting for?" she asks. "Show me your worthless little dick, cuck. Show me the reason your wife is so excited to fuck a man that needs Magnum condoms for his massive cock."
Your hands tremble even harder as you slip your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and push them down. They fall to your ankles and you kick them aside, leaving you naked in your home in front of someone you met just a few hours ago.
Emily smiles and reaches out as if she's going to touch your cock. She stops just short of doing so, though. The mere idea of being touched by the beautiful girl in front of you is enough to excite you, though, and your cock grows.
"How long have you been a cuck?" she asks.
"Two years," you answer.
"And is your wife happier?" Emily asks.
"Yes, much happier," you say. "I don't think she'd ever come out and say it, but our sex life just wasn't that good before she cuckolded me."
Emily looks at your cock, which is half hard, and says, "I guarantee your sex life wasn't that good. No one with a cock as small as yours is capable of satisfying a woman. You might be able to make her cum, but you won't be able to satisfy her. It just isn't possible. This pathetic little dick of yours is only capable of disappointing a woman."
"I know," you say as you reach a fully erect state without being touched.
Emily looks up at you and smiles. "Would your wife think less of you if she knew how much you enjoyed hearing that your dick is fucking worthless?"
"Yes, she would," you reply.
Emily reaches out and her fingers encircle your testicles. She squeezes gently and pulls down. It feels good, though you know she could inflict pain at a moment's notice if she wanted to. "Your wife already thinks less of you, cuck," she says with a smile. "She may not say it. She may not even recognize it herself, but she thinks less of you. You get off on her fucking other guys. You get off on buying her condoms so she can fuck other guys. You probably get off on eating her pussy after she's fucked another guy."
"She doesn't let me," you say.
Emily smiles. "But you would, wouldn't you? You'd get off on that, wouldn't you? You'd get off on putting your tongue deep in your wife's slippery, stretched out, well-fucked cunt, wouldn't you? That would make your dick so hard it hurt, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," you admit as Emily pulls a little harder on your testicles. "I'd love that. I would."
"I know you would, cuck," Emily says. "Now take me to your bedroom."
You know it's a mistake to do so, but you don't hesitate to do as Emily desires. You lead her to your bedroom and she gestures for you to wait by the door as she steps inside. You’re not sure what she has planned, but you’re excited. You know you’re doing something dangerous – something that could end your marriage – and yet you can’t stop yourself. Emily gave you a small taste of something you crave and now you want more. You only hope it doesn’t end up hurting you.
