Cucked for the 1st Time
Cucked for the first time – Last summer I matched with a gorgeous couple in their early 30s, Beth and Owen. Their profile screamed “curious but terrified” – one blurry photo, a short bio that basically said “We’ve talked about this for years… might finally be ready.” Zero experience, total newbies. I love that energy.
We met at a quiet bar first, just drinks and chat. Beth was stunning – long auburn hair, shy smile, little black dress hugging curves she clearly wasn’t used to showing off. Owen was protective, arm around her the whole night, asking a hundred questions about boundaries and safety. You could feel the jealousy simmering under his skin already, but his eyes kept flicking to the bulge in my jeans when he thought I wasn’t looking.
After the second drink they invited me back to their place “just to talk more.” Yeah, right.
The moment we stepped inside, the air changed. Beth kept biting her lip, barely able to meet my eyes. Owen poured us wine with shaky hands. I took control slowly – exactly how first-timers need it.
I sat between them on the couch, started with light touches: my hand on Beth’s bare knee, tracing little circles while I spoke softly to Owen, watching his jaw tighten and his breathing get heavier. Told him how beautiful his wife looked blushing like that. Told him it was okay to feel whatever he was feeling.
When I leaned in and kissed Beth’s neck, she let out the sweetest little gasp. Owen froze, but his hand went straight to his crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans without even realizing he was doing it. I kept it slow – slid Beth’s dress straps down her shoulders, kissed along her collarbone, cupped her full breasts through that lacy bra while she trembled. Every time she looked at Owen for permission, he just nodded, eyes wild, cock straining so hard against his zipper I thought he’d burst right then.
I had her stand up, turned her to face her husband, and peeled that dress all the way off. Black lace panties already soaked through. I knelt behind her, kissed down her spine, hooked my fingers in the waistband and slid them down inch by inch while Owen watched, mouth open, stroking himself harder through his jeans.
When I spread her open from behind and ran my tongue up her dripping slit, Beth cried out and grabbed the back of the couch for support. Owen groaned like he’d been punched in the gut – pulled his cock out right there and started jerking himself frantically. I ate her slowly, deliberately, making sure he had the perfect view of my tongue sliding between his wife’s swollen lips, her legs shaking, her moans getting louder and more desperate.
By the time I stood up and rolled on a condom, Beth was begging – actually begging – “please… please…” Owen couldn’t even speak, just nodded like a madman, stroking himself raw.
I bent her over the arm of the couch facing him, rubbed my thick head against her entrance, and sank in slow. Fuck, she was tight. She screamed into the cushions on the first thrust. I gave her a second to adjust, then started fucking her properly – deep, steady strokes that had her whole body rocking forward with every slap of my hips. Her tits bounced free from the bra, nipples hard as diamonds. Owen was right in front of her, inches away, watching my cock disappear into his wife over and over.
That’s when she lost it. Started shaking uncontrollably, pussy clamping down so hard I had to fight to keep thrusting. Then she squirted – first time I’d ever seen her do it, gushing all over my cock and thighs while she screamed my name. Owen made this broken sound and came instantly, ropes of cum shooting across the floor just from watching me wreck his shy little wife.
I didn’t stop. Flipped her onto her back on the couch, threw her legs over my shoulders and pounded her senseless. She kept squirting, kept shaking, kept moaning “I’ve never… oh god… I’ve never felt anything like this…” until her voice cracked. Owen just sat there spent, cock twitching, staring like he couldn’t believe the woman screaming underneath me was the same shy girl he married.
When I finally pulled out and came all over her stomach and tits, she was a trembling, soaking mess – make-up ruined, hair wild, grinning like she’d just discovered a new religion.
Owen crawled over, kissed her with cum still dripping off her skin, and whispered “Did you enjoy it”….she just took a deep breath and said nothing.
Cucked for the First Time