My current BF is a nice guy. But nice guys never get the girl. I like the confident guys, the guys who like to talk openly dirty to you in front of your BF. The kind of guy who will walk up to you, put his hand right into the crack of your ass in your tight trousers and squeeze gently, holding you as he looks up at your BF stood there pathetically helpless to react. I look at him too and giggle enjoying my new man's sexual confidence. BF is helpless, helpless to speak, helpless to act, helpless to resist. I can tell he feels humiliated and panics a little, especially when other people, strangers who saw us walk into a bar as close as lovers, are looking, wondering who is really the boyfriend as I'm held by another man now and by my ass. It makes me wet deep inside to see his flustered helplessness and frustrated arousal. I have even outed him to some of our friends, which made the ENTIRE evening become about talking about his cuckoldry. He had to endure a lot of humiliation and i could tell his chastity cage was tight. I only let him touch my ass when he's been a very obedient boy. He enjoys it, but it's complicated mix of conflicting emotions that make him even more vulnerable than he was to start.
Before all this started though, we were a normal couple for a while. Sex was only once on a weekend if that though, mainly because I wasn't ever really in the mood. Sex was ordinary, if a little short. I knew he was sub. Sometimes I'd just grab him, push him to his knees and make him pull down my jeans and lick me. Then I'd orgasm stood there, then just zip up, say, "Good boy" and walk off.
So it was me who asked if he would be okay with me cuckolding him. He was very shocked and uncertain at first. But I could also tell that he was instantly turned on by my sudden demand. His initial reaction, instead of anger or hurt was worry. He worried I wanted to leave him. I tried to reassure him whilst explaining that he was great, that i loved him, but his body and his cock weren't really that great. I took it easy on him. I didn't leap into saying that he could NEVER truely satisfy me. He was just born weaker and there's nothing he could do to change that. That came later.
It was a very quiet conversation. I did it whilst I was dressed up in my best red lingerie. I had him down to his tiny boxers on the bed and as I described that I wanted to be able to have a lover, I saw his cock grow as his face looked heartbroken. He started asking questions. Like, how would this work? What would happen between us? I started to explain as I slipped my warm fingers into his boxers and cupped his balls, gently needing them and his dick. I told him in a sweet voice that I'd want to just go on a date first, a normal one and see how it went. If it worked out I'd want to be alone with him at first, but as we lived together, I'd always come back to him and tell him every tiny detail of what happened. I'd tell him about him touching me, caressing me as we chatted in a bar somewhere, tell him everything. And then if we had sex, I'd tell him in advance and text or call him. That I'd want to describe in detail when I got back how his cock felt in my hands, in my mouth. I wanted to be dominated a little, I wanted to be made to suck a really thick, domineering cock, fat and hard to swallow.. I've not really sucked him much, maybe twice in 3 years. We could both tell there was no lust to it. I wanted the guy inside me, maybe even in my ass. I've never let him go near entering my ass, though now he licks it all the time. I saw the heavy pang of jealousy in his face and body language. But I felt the incredible stiffness in his cock far more. I'd never seen or felt it that hard ever. I knew this was the thing our sex life needed. I pointed it out to him. He found it hard to admi or to deny. I started to rub and tease and jerk his cock. I told him I'd eventually let him watch if he was a good cucky, if he supported me, encouraged me, helped me prepare for my dates, bought me nice lingerie like the set I was wearing and celebrated with me when I met a guy who was great in the sack. I told him he could maybe watch, maybe even kiss my bottom or my legs, hip or my lips as I had another man's massive, impressive cock inside me. I was jerking his cock fast as I described asking him to lie under me, holding my legs back in the air as I openly cheated on him. I wanted him to hold my body as he felt the sway of another man fucking me. To feel my cute little ass cheeks rubbing him as I was fucked hard by a real big dick.
He burst all over himself. His cum smothering his balls. I smiled at him and said.
"I love you. I'll never leave you, but your dick will never cum inside me again."
He shivered with orgasm and said "Yes baby. You're in charge, whatever you want baby. I'll lick his cum off you. I'll guide his cock inside you. I'll buy you sexy lingerie for him."
Little did he know, that my plans for him didn't stop there...
