Robby aspired to be a cuckold.
Growing up, I was taught to be a decent young lady. During my high school years, I had a few relationships. I was your average teenager, frequently experiencing changes in my body. My father would often come and go from the house due to his job in construction overseas. My mother, who was quite appealing, would relate stories from her teenage years to me. However, she expressed her desire for me to steer clear of the same mistakes she had made. At the ripe age of 18, still attending high school and residing at home, my mother allowed me to attend social gatherings with limitations.
My mother could be quite strict. I was prohibited from leaving my home after 10:30 p.m. I was also required to wear long skirts and tightly buttoned blouses. As a teenager with innate desires, I still found a way to indulge in certain pleasures. I must mention that blouses can be unbuttoned after all, and skirts can rise with a guiding hand. While some heavy kissing and groping occurred, particularly with Robby, it was as far as it went.
I longed to experience my first car date. Persuading my mother to consent took over two weeks. On the day of my date, my father arrived home unexpectedly, causing my outing to be abruptly terminated. My father's return was always a reason for celebration - we would go bowling, watch a movie together, and even go dancing. We engaged in various activities as a family, but he always made me feel special.
My father possessed a unique rule that was never to be altered: any boy interested in taking me out had to request his permission personally. This was quite frightening for many boys. He is a tall man, standing at 6'6", weighing 250 pounds, and having a significant muscle build due to his occupation in construction.
When the first boy finally had the courage to ask my father for his consent, I had known him since middle school. Robby and I had "dated" at school events and sports games. My mother was not particularly concerned about him. My father, knowing Robby's father from the gym, posed various questions. To gain his approval, Robby had to answer all correctly. Consequently, I was permitted to go out with him. At the age of 18, I had my first car date, and I was instructed by my father to be home by 12:30 a.m.
My mother was not pleased with the curfew time my father had set. Thus, she assisted me in getting ready. I had my hair styled in a ponytail, my skirt just above my knees, a long-sleeved, button-down blouse, pantyhose, a cotton bra, and panties. A minimal amount of makeup was applied, just enough to put on some lipstick. No perfume was worn. Upon arriving downstairs, my father complimented my appearance. I later learned that he had a discussion with my mother.
One query my father neglected to ask Robby was where we would be going to see the movie. A nostalgia company had renovated an old drive-in theater. IDs were required to enter, and all patrons had to be at least 18 years old. The screen consisted of back projection, meaning all light emanated from behind the screen. Additionally, the restrooms and snack bar were situated under the screen, and the parking lots were quite dark.
When we arrived at the theater, Robby parked in the last row, as far away as possible. This provided some degree of seclusion - no cars behind us, and no cars to the left. It turned out that the vehicle next to us was three slots removed. The one in front of us was two slots away. We were effectively alone. I decided to apply some lipstick, but to my surprise, I had forgotten my perfume at home. I retrieved it from my purse. Robby inquired whether I should release my hair from the ponytail, to which I replied no, as he preferred me with a ponytail. I then sprayed an abundance of perfume.
Robby informed me that the backseat was a bench-style design. He wondered if I would like to join him in the back for a closer encounter. I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me onto his lap, causing me to face away from the movie screen. As my tongue intertwined with his, Robby began unbuttoning my blouse. I locked my arms around his neck to provide easier access to my buttons.
Robby undid my blouse and pulled it open to unclasp my bra. Once my back was exposed, his warm hands ran up my spine. We exchanged passionate kisses while he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples.
Desire grew even stronger as we took off our upper clothing. Our lip-locked moments became more intense and primal. I succulently sucked his tongue and roughly pulled his hair. Robby fondled my breast, eliciting moans from my mouth.
He removed my blouse and bra. Our intimate moments intensified. I started to take off his own shirt, intent on taking him down to his underwear. We both exchanged teasing glances while I made my way down to his pants.
Robby lifted me up and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He raised my skirt to my hips. I sensed his hardness pressing against my thighs, so I asked if he needed assistance. I slowly brought him to his knees and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Freeing his erection, I guided him to climb back on my lap.
We engaged in another passionate kiss as he stroked my chest. He gently hooked his fingers into the side of my underthings. He gently pulled them down, revealing my bare legs and raw exposure. I had not fully removed my skirt, so I rose to undress.
My breath caught as I straddled him, pressing my chest against his. I lifted my butt and peeled off my skirt. I smoothly slid it off, followed by my underwear. I tossed the discarded clothing aside and sat on Robby's lap again.
Robby was now fully aroused, and his hardness poked out from his underwear. He helped me pull them down. As my nakedness met his, we exchanged a sly grin. I lowered myself onto his lap, taking his cock in my hand. I guided it to my opening. It felt like an intimate and sensual connection as he slid into me.
Eager for more, I told Robby to lean forward. I lifted my skirt and lowered my mouth onto his surprise erection. The title, "Cum Kiss," flashed into my mind. As his cock pulsed, I enjoyed feeling his climax in my mouth. Opening the door to a whole new realm of pleasure, I lowered my mouth and kissed him deeply.
Shocked, Robby swallowed quickly and looked at me. I nonchalantly pushed Robby back to the seat. I climbed off him and knelt on the ground, remaining within his reach. I resumed pleasuring him, using my mouth in place of a towel.
When he finished, he pulled out until his cock was free from my wetness. I gave him an impish grin as I told him not to worry about making a mess since I didn't swallow. I promised to give him this little pleasure anytime I made him climax like that. Surprised by it all, he joined in with a mischievous grin.
Eyes gleaming, I asked about his intentions when he thought I liked it. He chuckled because he meant it as a joke. Unaware of his intentions, I used my mouth on him again. Shocked by my axiom, he couldn't quite believe my decision, but instead, I strengthened my resolve by ensuring I saw him swallow every last drop.
Times passed as we cuddled up, feeling comfortable with each other. Robby distracted me with playful actions. He lifted my skirt high to graze his fingertips over my naughty parts. He began to skillfully finger me. My climax was approaching when he asked if he had been trained. He revealed he watched a lot of porn.
He explained how you can ask someone to pleasurably rub themselves secretly, then masturbate while being observed. He wanted me to do the same. I rose slightly and pulled my fingers downward to tease my nipples more violently. I began to massage myself for his enjoyment. I watched as his eyes intensely devoured my moves. I smiled at the surprise on his face.
I caressed my breasts while pulling my nipples. I slid my fingertips over them, occasionally pinching them, causing me to shiver. A soft but steady pleasure was building inside of me as I teased myself. My movements inspired him to masturbate without hesitation. The anticipation built. We moaned louder, my nipples hardened, I began to wet myself, and finally, the sight of sweat formation on my forehead told me we were close.
A flood of sensations took over. I moaned out loud, pulling the nipple of my left breast. I was jillified for the first time. My breath caught in my chest as the power behind it rocked my body. We were both on the verge of climaxing when the thought of him watching me touched me deeply.
Robby's glistening dick lay against his stomach, still rock hard. He wanted to see more, so I caressed my clitoris until I began to climax one more time. I cried out as I reached the peak, my nipples were hard, and my actual moan registered in his mind.
I jerked off for ten minutes before climaxing. When I did, I thought I might die. My body shook, my stomach quivered, my legs stiffened, my head tilted back, my eyes shut, and my body bounced around. Then I passed out for a few seconds. When I came to my senses again, I found Robby cleaning his cum from his cock using his underwear.
Next, he got down between my legs. He spread them apart. He leaned forward and put his mouth over my pussy. He started licking me, then sucking me. It felt amazing. He inserted his fingers into me, causing me to orgasm once more. After that, Robby moved away and commented that it was enjoyable watching me.
I asked why he enjoyed it, to which he responded that seeing me cum and the expression on my face turned him on. Again, his penis was hard. He said he wanted me. I questioned if he had contraception; he admitted no. I said I wasn't taking birth control pills, so no, not tonight. He insisted he would withdraw before. I was tempted but refused. Instead, I made a deal to give him a blowjob and swallow his semen this time. I did just that. Following our sexual acts, we donned our clothes. The film was coming to an end and it was becoming late.
We drove home in silence. He escorted me to my door, and we kissed for a few moments. He asked if we could meet again next Friday; I agreed. Just as I was kissing him, the house lights were switched on. He left.
Upon my entry into the house, my father inquired about my evening. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He inquired if Robby and I had spent the time together. I acknowledged that if it was permissible on Friday. My father expressed enjoyment of Robby, allowing Robby to pursue a relationship with me as long as we solely dated. However, he emphasized the importance of keeping everything in control.
As I went to bed, I telephoned Robby. We planned our upcoming meetings. In anticipation, I donned the sexiest nightgown I owned and engaged in self-stimulation, performing the techniques Robby had taught me. I fell asleep afterward.
The following morning, while my father was tidying up the kitchen after breakfast, he shared some exciting news with me. He was no longer going to travel internationally. He had been pushed to a senior position within his firm, moving from construction director to vice president of logistics and equipment. This welcome change meant he would be returning home. My mother, who entered the room with a kiss, declared this to be an excellent thing. She held me close, saying how happy she was that my father would be present more often.
She probed to see if there was anything I wanted to share. I remained quiet. My mother observed my hair and, noticing some semen residue, inquired if she saw. I verified her suspicions.
Mother confided about her youth and teenagehood. She recounted the challenges she faced, as her stepmother — the first of three wives after her mother's passing — didn't attempt to guide her in transforming into a woman. Consequently, she learned through experiences, losing her virginity in high school. The man she lost her virginity to proclaimed his love for her, then dumped her one week later. Her subsequent boyfriends didn't last.
Then, she met my dad right when she graduated college. They spent the summer together and then entered college. They dated throughout their education and married soon after. Pregnancy occurred accidentally on their honeymoon, resulting in my birth. I had to delay commencing employment until I was nursing.
Hence, my father secured a lucrative position with the construction business. Unsurprisingly, he was swiftly promoted, becoming the construction director. Now, his work as a vice president in charge of logistics and equipment was about to begin. Despite the struggles of being distant, he admitted that he regretted separating from home, and my mother was more stringent on me in an attempt to compensate.
She now asked about the semen in my hair and implied a conversation to follow. "So tell me."
I inquired if my father witnessed it. My mother claimed she didn't believe so. She noticed it while behind me. I began slowly and later revealed the entire ordeal. I was red, glancing at my hands. My mother drove, remaining silent. When we reached the mall and parked, she inquired if we had traveled the entire distance. I disclosed that he questioned but I refused since I didn't feel safe. My mother stated she would arrange the appointment on Monday.
She stated just remember that incidents occur. My father would be displeased if so. I inquired if she would be. She responded affirmatively but being a woman, she could empathize. Conversely, my father. She kissed my cheek; we entered the mall.
The initial destination was the beauty salon. We received hair treatments. I requested a slight makeover, yet still desiring the ability to tie my hair into a ponytail. Then, the nails and a makeover. Thereafter, we explored the mall.
My mother took me to VS. I was startled. My mother told me a woman requires frilly, seductive lingerie. I gazed at her. She murmured, "if you're mature enough to perform blowjobs, then better dress for the event." I realized I had been wearing the wrong bra size for a year.
We examined a few styles, finally choosing a model with front hooks, composed of silk and lace cups. Thong and boy short underwear. Ten kits in various colors. Also, slips, camisole. Three garter belts with colorful stockings. Additionally, three nightgowns, short, and provocative. A couple of fancy nightgowns with garments daddy could see.
We journeyed to the clothing store. I ended up with twelve skirts of different lengths. However, most were thigh-high. Yet, two short skirts were still adequate to cover the tops of my stockings but not entirely. Ten dresses, fifteen or twenty blouses and tops.
Three party dresses, one was a short club dress. I might encounter difficulties with Daddy regarding that particular one. She stated it appeared attractive on me. I agreed but questioned daddy. Mother emphasized he would have to adapt. I also acquired a little black dress. Next, shoes, a few flats, three sets of three-inch heels, and four sets of six-inch heels. At home, my father requested to view some of the items. So, we presented a few articles for his perusal.
He noticed the VS bags. He requested to observe them. Mother refused. He commented if I was displaying them to Robby, I better be showing him. I presented a pink bra with translucent silk cups. He instantly refused and handed it back. I embraced him.
My mother assisted me in decluttering my closet and drawers for the new merchandise. I reserved a few cotton sets, yet the majority were eliminated. Retained my jeans and shorts. A few nightgowns and pajamas. A few modest skirts and the attire I wore at the drive-in.
Following that day, my father desired to watch a movie. I wore the new Sunday dress; I couldn't wear a bra with it. Upon first noticing it, Daddy observed, "well, she's all grown up." After the film, we dined together.
Living was great for quite some time. Robby and I dated frequently. Mama and Daddy vacationed individually on occasions. I completed college. I concluded my master's degree. When Robby finished his master's almost a year later, he sought to propose to me. We still haven't resorted to intercourse. I intended to reserve it for my wedding night. Robby desired to as he claimed "practice." Nonetheless, he relinquished to my request. In February 29th, we wed on leap day. Daddy quipped Robby would not be blamed for missing our anniversary, occurring once every four years. I grinned saying indeed. However, the day before and after both arrive yearly.
Our lives settled into a constant pattern. Our sex life was satisfactory. Robbie shielded me on our wedding night repeatedly. Then a few months later, Robby inquired that I dress provocatively and go to the den. He desired to observe me undress in candlelight, followed by witnessing me masturbate for him. I conformed. This routine persisted for over a year, occurring alternatingly once a month and twice a month.
Despite all, one day, I'm unsure if by accident. I encountered Robby's laptop open. I inspected it. It was his pornographic site. I perused some narrations. Most centered on a man observing his wife have intercourse with other men, and a few women. Additionally, I discovered he had saved some videos. Around a few weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant. During the progression of my pregnancy, I began working from home.
In my seventh month, I perceived Robby's video of a woman compelling her partner to watch as she fucked another man. As he finished, the wife approached her husband. She forced him to the ground and sat on his face, commanding him to lick her partner's sperm from her genitalia.
A few days ago, I came across three movies like the first one I saw. In one of them, the woman informed her husband that she had stopped taking the pill before she sat on another man's face. In the other two, the woman's stomach was visible as she carried the child. She would invite the other man over so her husband could witness the act. She always clarified that the baby was not his.
My husband, Robby, continued to acquire more of these movies. Six months after our child was born, I stumbled upon a video depicting a sex party where the husband sat on a chair while watching his wife with other men. We continued to indulge in this peculiar game.
One day, we were watching a film when the sexual proceedings began. Robby remained still, intently watching the screen. I glanced at him and noticed that he had started masturbating. That night, in bed, he had difficulty maintaining an erection. I whispered, "C'mon Robby, fuck me hard, my husband will be home soon." He quickly regained his hardness and went all out.
When he ejaculated inside me, I pushed his head down and stated, "Eat me clean, sugar." This marked a new chapter. From then on, Robby was tasked with cleansing me after each instance of intercourse.
One evening, we indulged in the act on the living room sofa. After coming within me, he withdrew and squirted his cum on my breasts. I instructed him to lick me clean.
I researched more about the cuckold lifestyle. I began playing dirty games, such as flashing my breasts or high thighs. On one particular occasion, I even showed my panties to a shoes salesman while Robby was with me. A few times later, I started uttering subtle comments about other men's sexual attributes. I once even quipped, "I wonder how big his cock is?"
One morning while having breakfast, I was wearing a short nightgown with a loose robe over it. I told Robby that I was Horny and instructed him to get under the table and lick me. When he obeyed, I held his head closer and said, "Faster, sweetheart, my husband is coming soon." I captivated him till I achieved two climaxes.
One day, while I was out with a friend, she asked me about my life. I disclosed the details about Robby and my handling of the situation. She suggested that I visit her place. When we arrived, we sat in the living room. She called her husband out to prepare tea. As we spoke, Sue disclosed a similar story. According to her, her husband, Steve, insisted on having a lesbian lover while he watched. To appease him, she agreed, but with a condition: he could only watch if he dressed like a girl during the act. When he agreed, she couldn't back out.
Sue eventually began inviting a female friend over once a week for a performance. Steve watched them, clad only in a slip, jerking off as they had sex. I found this intriguing.
We then proceeded to her bedroom. We kissed and took off each other's clothes. Steve donned a full slip and went to his room to change. Sue slipped on her heels and we went back to the living area. She insisted on sitting near Robby. I sipped on a glass of water, contemplating my next move. When Sue started to help me change, I decided to come clean. I confessed that I had never been with a woman.
Sue's eyes widened in surprise. She led me to her bedroom and we began to kiss passionately. She removed my top, revealing my breasts. She pushed me onto the bed and went down on me. Steve, dressed as a woman, entered the room and sat in a chair. Susan continued to perform oral sex on me. He wanked himself under the slip. He cleaned his hand and sucked the sperm off the slip, eyeing Sue and me while doing so. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as he pleasured himself in front of us. I orgasmed, trembling from the intensity.
Sue and I entwined ourselves in a spoon position after. She kissed my neck as she held my breasts. She whispered that the moments following sex were her favorite. An hour later, Steve knocked on the door. He cleared his throat and asked, "It's teatime, fellas."
That night when the child was fast asleep, I informed Robby of my plan. I went to the bedroom and changed my outfit: a scanty slut nightie with cutout nipples and vagina, along with some fishnet stockings. I applied makeup to match my new attire. I extracted a ten-inch dildo from my stash.
I stepped inside the room. I asked Rob to put on the garment I'd left on the bed and nothing else. It was a sky-blue satin camisole. When he returned, I informed him that I'd be putting on a performance for him. However, he couldn't masturbate. I informed him that after I reached my climax, I would then give him oral sex through the camisole.
I turned on a dim red light. I initiated the game gradually. While I thrust the oversized dildo in and out, I spoke dirty to him. I was getting so caught up in it that I seemed to have forgotten about Robby. I was self-pleasuring myself for approximately 30 minutes. I had climaxed twice. I exclaimed in the name of Sue. I said, "suck my pussy, you lesbian slut."
I leaned towards Robby. I touched his camisole-clad knee. As I gentled rubbed his leg through the slip, I whispered explicit language into his ear about a lesbian liaison. Exactly when I said I'd experienced my climax, he ejaculated inside the camisole. I glided over to him and sucked his sperm through the slip.
I ended things by giving him a cum-flavored kiss. I conveyed that I was going to retire to bed. I divulged that he would have to stay in the guestroom overnight. I even installed an additional baby monitor in the room so he could possibly hear me self-pleasuring. I staged an elaborate act of simulation with a partner in bed. I'd sleep, then wake up and do it again. Rob had likely overheard it. Then around 6am, I infiltrated his room and orally simulated him via the camisole.
A couple of days later, I queried how he'd slept. He disclosed that he could hear me the entire night. I inquired if he wished to witness the actual act. His eyes widened. I let him know that Sue and I would perform for him, but on the condition that he donned a nightgown. I said that Sue would play on Saturday. That's five days from now. He consented. I kissed him.
As I left the room, I demanded that he sleep in the guestroom wearing a nightgown. I also advised him against masturbating for the entire week. If he did, I warned him that I'd venture to Sue's alone, thus not allowing him to watch.
The week arrived, as usual, I adorned my attire with a focus on sexiness. I self-pleasured myself several times while Rob was in the vicinity, merely to ensure that he did not masturbate. On the day of the affair, I donned a revealing see-through undergarment, satin panties, bra, stockings and sky-high heels. The mini skirt I put on merely covered my stocking tops. The blouse I opted for was partly see-through; I left the initial three buttons unbuttoned. I applied a great deal of makeup and a notably potent perfume on myself.
Robby asked Rob to put on silk panties, a below-the-knee slip, stockings, and two-inch heels. A front-buttoned dress was given to him. Skeptical, he didn't express his contentment with the ensemble, anticipating what was to follow. Taking Robby with me, I drove to Sue's house.
Upon entering, we were greeted by Steve in a maid's uniform. Sue then smiled at Rob and announced that he seemed quite nice. Sue raised his dress from the bottom all the way up to his navel. Sue then led him back into the den. This is when Rob first saw the others. He turned towards me, questioning why I hadn't shared my intentions beforehand. I conveyed my regret, though he was blissfully unaware of the arrangement. I kindly kissed Sue.
Sue then proceeded to introduce us to the other five ladies. All were very attractive. All were dolled up. Each gave Rob's erection a gentle squeeze. Each embraced me warmly, several even played with my helpless breasts.
Sue then gestured for Steve to bring out the drinks. He returned with a tray containing a dozen glasses and a bottle of wine. When he carefully placed the arrangement on the table, Rob reached for a glass. Steve interjected, remarking that these were reserved for other guests. Thereupon, five gentlemen emerged from outside. They were all large and good-looking, extremely well-dressed.
One of them inquired whether this was the new girl. Sue confirmed that this was indeed Sandy. He kissed me on the lips, then directed his attention towards Robby. He commenced to introduce me to all four other men, each one gave me a kiss in turn. Sue motioned for Steve to continue with the presentation, while simultaneously telling Robbie that watching and assisting Steve as required were his primary responsibilities. I smiled at Rob and stated I hoped he'd have a lot of fun that evening, reiterating that he should behave like a well-behaved cuck.
Sue leaned in and kissed me, telling me for the upcoming two hours, the name identified on the paper would be my date. We could celebrate, connect, embrace, lock lips, or even head to a private bedroom and indulge in uninhibited intercourse or join in a public display of copulation—whatever our fancy. She assured us that guilt or self-scrutiny wouldn't interfere with our adult adventure. The only rule was that whatever label we selected for our partner, we'd all agree to follow these open regulations. Eagerly, I read the name aloud: Hank.
Hank strolled over, locked lips with me, and led the way to the couch. People started drawing names first a woman and afterwards a man. By story's end, the name pairs united in a space.
Sue and Ann partnered up. Jim and Sam found each other. Allen and Mary formed a pair. Jack and Joan began mingling. Jackie and Kay connected. The lights dimmed. The music swelled.
Hank commenced kissing me. He fondled my breast through my blouse. I removed his shirt, kissing his nipple. Hank confided in me it was only fair. As I admired Robbie's interaction with Steve, Hank helped me disrobe from my shirt. He started sucking my nipple.
When I regained sight of Robbie, he was closeted with Steve, whispering to each other. He enjoyed Steve's stroking. I couldn't take my eyes off Hank's excitement. Once he was captivated by my affirmation, Hank's actions returned to me. Hank feasted on my nipple, evoking waves of excitement.
Sighting Steve, I observed the two keenly interacting. Aroused, I turned my gaze back on Hank, who sucked on my nipple while sending his fingers to do the needful below. The aftermath of my climax from such attention meant I was by Hank's lap, half-dressed. My items of apparel discarded, Hank presumably intended on forging ahead.
He exited once more to disrobe, stark naked and his appendage extending pass the generosity of ten inches in length. Once back, he approached with anticipation, adorning a debonair figure. Our mouths met, my hands searching for his cock. We sunk into sharing intimate kisses while engaging in subtle digital interaction on the most hallowed regions. Playfully, he inquired how I preferred it. I disclosed that doggie style was a personal favorite. Crawling backwards, I caught a glimpse of Steve, Sue, and Robbie, observing through the door. Notably, Robbie fantasized in nothing more than a short nightie. Sue accentuated her discovery by caressing Robbie's dick. Informing him of my fervent desires, I gasped that Robbie was entrusted with cleaning Hank's member of this inebriating fluid.
Hank resumed playing with me, zestily thrusting three times before his mind's anticipation revealed climactic satisfaction. As Hank retreated, I accepted Sue's request to relocate Steve from his current position. Cupid's arrow had us occupying her room. The door closed behind us. All the while, the sound of Hank's climax persevered, supplemented by Robbie's presence occupying a nightie as he cleaned my soiled place of affection.
Sue and I shared sensual affection with Steve—our primary focus being his pole. She swiftly steered me to the right side, grabbing my head for deeper probing. When I looked up, I found Robbie in a nightie, sucking a man. I wished Hank well in his encounter with Robbie, tantalizing him with a reminder of the night's premise, "Watch as Hank slides his generous cock into me and shapes us into one sexual momentum until the momentous finale emerges." Aspiring to organize his dolled-up form, Sue whispered that Robbie indulged in pursuing washing Hank's spilled essence from me.
I maintained focus as Hank inserted himself into me, indulging in the moment. Instructionally, use of a strap-on gave Sue and I a thrilling ride.
Bestiality was our activity of the day. Transfixed by a voyeuristic window into the next door, Robbie observed from the shadows, watching Hank intensify my arousal. When Hank reentered me, I climaxed. Our coupling consummated, I heard Hank's euphoria. Sue and I prepared to commune in the warm, permeated bed; happily, we interlocked, spooning through the night.
I departed mentioning Hank's absence. Robbie, refined in his nakedness, revealed dry semen on his face and back; his breast proffered teeth marks.
Awake in the next morning, Robbie greeted me, claiming disbelief from the experiences of the night. He confessed an unknown fondness for transgender experiences, yet never knew intimacy could manifest on those grounds. He asked me if it was enjoyable. I checked, "Is it what you want?" He responded affirmatively, openly expressing his longing for me to have a man's company among us.
I inquired about the regulations. He responded there were none. He wished to watch both of us use him. He'd do whatever my other man and I desired. Then he asked if a couple would be interested in exchanging partners. As I had intercourse with the girl on one bed, he yearned to be with the man on the other.
I inquired if he considered himself gay. He rejected the notion, stating he identified as bisexual. We bathed together. He donned the gown he earlier donned. I was nude under my skirt and blouse. This marked the beginning of a new life. Several years later, I was pregnant once more. We believed this pregnancy was due to Sam. As my condition advanced, Sam made frequent nighttime visits to satisfy me while Rob watched, then took care of his cleanup duties.
My Rob yearned to be a cuckold. I desired to please him. I experienced great pleasure on several occasions.
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