Becca Bellamy
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Some Rules Were Made to be Broken
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 06:39:41 +0000 UTCThere are almost always rules at the start of a cuckold/hotwife relationship. Sometimes those rules are silly, like no kissing. Sometimes those rules are smart, like no sex on the first date, or no sex unless you’ve let your would-be cuckold know you’re going to be fucking another man.
You made the mistake of setting too many rules. You tried to control things too tightly. You wanted the first date to be nothing more than a chance for your wife to see if she was interested in sleeping with another man. If she was, you’d be there for the second date. You’d get to watch. You even dreamed of being able to control it, to tell them which positions to use to maximize your pleasure.
When she left, your wife told you she’d follow the rules. She told you she’d be good, that she’d use the first date to see if there was any chemistry between them. You believed her, and she really did have every intention of being good.
It didn’t take long for her good intentions to go out the window. He was better looking than he seemed in his pictures. He was better dressed, too. He’d clearly put in a great deal of effort to impress your wife, and it worked.
Over dinner, she found herself thinking about breaking your rules. She couldn’t help her desire. The more they talked, the more charming she found him. The more charming she found him, the more she wanted him. She wondered what it would be like to feel his hands on her hips as their lips met for a kiss. She wondered what it would feel like if he moved one of those strong hands to her ass as their lips met.
After dinner, she no longer had to wonder. He asked her to go for a walk. They strolled hand-in-hand. She told herself she wouldn’t go any further than that, but her body wanted more. Her heart beat hard and fast. She could feel that wonderful tingle of desire between her legs. Her body was almost literally screaming at her to kiss him.
When he stopped and pulled your wife close, she offered no resistance. When he leaned in for a kiss, she tilted her head and closed her eyes. When his lips met hers she let her hands wander to the back of his neck and she leaned in. When his hands moved to her ass she let out a quiet moan. When his lips parted she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Your rules had gone out the window.
“I kissed him,” she texted.
“No!” you replied.
“He invited me back to his place,” she texted.
“You can’t go,” you replied.
“I’m going,” she texted.
“Please, don’t go,” you replied. She didn’t text you back.
He invited her back to his place for a drink. She accepted knowing that she’d never have that drink. She’d felt his desire pressing into her stomach as they kissed. That same desire burned between her legs. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to be naked with him. She wanted to throw each and every one of your stupid rules out the window and fuck another man. She wanted to cuckold you in one fell swoop. She wanted to experience passionate, unbridled sex while her controlling would-be cuckold husband waited at home.
She pulled his lips to hers the moment they stepped into his house. “I don’t want a drink,” she said after the kiss. “I want you. Take me to your bedroom.”
He smiled and picked her up. He literally swept your wife off her feet. He carried her upstairs and into his bedroom. He set her down and she spun around so he could unzip her dress. He kissed her neck and tugged on the zipper. A shiver of pleasure rushed down her spine and landed between her legs. Her dress fell to the floor. His strong hands found her breasts. She pushed her ass into his crotch and felt his desire once more.
Your wife spun around in his grasp. She kissed him and unzipped his pants. She freed his cock and fell to her knees. She took him in her mouth. She gave him a blowjob. She sucked another man’s cock while she thought of your rules. She played with her pussy and delighted at how good it felt to ignore your desires and do whatever the fuck she wanted.
He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt as your wife’s mouth offered intense pleasure. She pulled his pants down and took him in her mouth once more. She sucked cock like a woman possessed, because she was. Desire had taken hold of her. Desire that had lain dormant during your marriage. Desire that your sexual inadequacy had snuffed out.
She stood and they kissed as his fingers found their way into her pussy. She moaned as he pleasured her before he grabbed her ass and picked your wife up and set her in his bed. He kissed his way down her body. He ate her pussy as she closed her eyes and moaned. His tongue danced over her clit with far more skill and passion than you’d ever offered.
“Fuck me,” she said after the blissful oral sex. “I need you to fuck me.”
He reached for the condoms on the nightstand and she thought of the thrill of breaking the rules. She thought of how much better it would be if she let him cum inside her.
“No condom,” she said.
“Really?” he asked. “Are you sure? What about your husband?”
“I don’t give a fuck about my husband,” she replied. “I want you to cum inside me.”
He smiled and moved between her legs. They kissed as she took his bare cock inside her. They fucked wildly. He made her feel things you’d never made her feel. Breaking your rules certainly helped with that. Knowing that you were at home stewing as she did whatever she wanted turned her on.
He came inside her, but not before she had a beautiful, body-shaking orgasm. Only after he saw to her needs did he see to his own.
Afterwards they cuddled and kissed in his bed. He asked her to stay the night and she accepted, breaking yet another rule. She fucked him again that night and one more time the next morning.
When she got home, she broke the rules and made you clean his cum out of her pussy before she jerked you off and fed you your load.
Now you don’t make the rules anymore. She does. It’s better that way, though.
Comments
John Doe
I said, "Well, small kisses have to be okay, like kissing her cheek and temple." They always seemed to think that okay. But in the first couple minutes of foreplay I'd kiss her forehead, hair, shoulders and where her neck met her shoulders, her neck, eyes, the corner of her mouth and then we were kissing and then we were kissing open-mouthed like long-separated lovers and then I'd eat her pussy and fuck her as hubby watched it all and never a word was mentioned that evening or other times we met about no kissing. I'd kiss her deeply and they loved it. Similarly, I almost always fucked wives bareback and came inside them. Over time I found I preferred seeing MY girl fucked by other (smaller-cocked) men and I love the idea of agreeing on rules and having her come home and confess she'd broken every one. It'd be especially fun if I never got inside her without a condom on and have her return home dripping another man's cum (and she's not on birth control) and have her say he came deep inside her three times the night before and again this morning. Then if I get to reclaim her I must, as always, wear a condom and she'd tell me I was just helping push his cum deeper inside her and helping him put a baby inside her.
John Doe
Wonderful and fun story. When I used to be a (polite) bull (I dislike that word) I sometimes had couples who said, "No kissing." '
