Blindfolded Cuckold Gets Soaked

I never thought I'd be the kind of husband who gets off on listening to his wife fuck another man, but here I am, confessing it all because it's the hottest thing that's ever happened to our marriage. My name's Mark, and my wife Lisa—she's this stunning 32-year-old goddess with curves that could stop traffic, long auburn hair, and green eyes that sparkle with mischief. We've been married eight years, and while our sex life was always good, it started feeling routine. That's when I confessed my fantasy to her: I wanted to be blindfolded, tied up, and made to listen while she took a real bull, someone bigger, stronger, better endowed than me. She laughed at first, but her eyes lit up. "You sure, baby? Because once we do this, there's no going back." I was sure. Desperately sure.

It took a couple weeks to set it up. Lisa, ever the confident vixen, found Jake on a discreet app for this exact kind of play—consensual cuckolding with dominant bulls. He was 35, built like a Greek god, with a chiseled jaw, tattoos snaking up his arms, and from the pics she showed me (before I chickened out and begged not to see more), a cock that made my average six-incher look like a cocktail weenie. We agreed on safe words—"red" for stop, "yellow" for slow down—and everything was out in the open. No secrets, no tricks. Tonight was the night.

I sat in the corner of our dimly lit bedroom, heart pounding like a jackhammer. Lisa had blindfolded me with one of her silk scarves, knotted tight so I couldn't peek, and bound my wrists behind my back with soft cuffs attached to the chair. I was naked, my pathetic dick already half-hard just from the anticipation. I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paced, teasing me. "You ready for this, cucky? Jake's on his way. He's gonna stretch me out like you never could."

"Yes, please," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Tell me everything."

The doorbell rang, and my stomach flipped. Lisa's footsteps retreated, then returned with heavy, confident strides beside her. I smelled his cologne—musky, masculine—mixing with her floral perfume. "Jake, meet my hubby Mark. He's all tied up and blind for your pleasure." Her voice dripped with amusement.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Jake. "Pathetic. Look at that little thing twitching. You sure he's man enough to handle this?"

"He's not a man tonight," Lisa purred, her hand brushing my cheek. "He's our audience. Now, kiss me, Jake. Show him how it's done."

I heard their lips meet—wet, hungry smacks that made my cock throb painfully. Lisa moaned into his mouth, and I strained against the cuffs, helpless. She broke the kiss with a gasp. "Mmm, your tongue's so much thicker than his. Mark, baby, Jake's hands are on my ass already, squeezing hard. Feel how big his palms are? He could crush me if he wanted."

Clothes rustled. A zipper. Fabric hitting the floor. Lisa's breath hitched. "Oh god, Jake, your cock... it's huge. Nine thick inches, veiny and rock-hard. Mark, yours is what, half that? No wonder I need this."

"Please, describe it," I begged, pre-cum leaking from my tip.

She laughed, low and wicked. "It's curving up just right, balls heavy and full. He's grinding it against my thong now, right in front of you. Can you hear it? That wet smack on my pussy lips?"

My face burned with humiliation, but my dick was diamond-cut hard. This was it—the spice we craved.

Lisa's teasing kisses turned into full-on making out, their bodies pressing together inches from my blindfolded face. I could hear the slick sounds of her grinding her hips against his bulge, her breath coming in hot pants. "Strip me, Jake. Slowly, so my hubby can picture every inch of skin you uncover."

A slow rip of Velcro—her dress peeling off. Her bra unclasped with a snap. "There go my tits, bouncing free. Forty DDs, all yours. Suck them." Jake growled, and wet sucking noises filled the room, Lisa's moans escalating. "Oh fuck, yes! Bite my nipples harder than Mark ever does. He's too gentle."

I whimpered, tugging at my bonds. "Lisa... tell me more."

"Shh, cuck. Watch with your ears." More rustling—her thong sliding down her thighs. "Now I'm naked, baby. Jake's shoving his fingers into my soaked pussy. Two at once, stretching me wide. You could never do that without lube."

Jake's voice boomed, dominant and rough. "This cunt's dripping for me. Hubby's got you all loosened up for my cock?"

"Yes!" Lisa cried. "Finger-fuck me rough. Make me squirt on his pathetic face."

The sounds intensified—wet schlicks of fingers plunging deep, her hips bucking. Lisa's voice turned frantic. "Oh god, Jake, right there! Your fingers are so thick, hitting my G-spot... Mark, he's owning me! I'm gonna... fuck, I'm cumming!"

Her body slammed forward, and suddenly hot liquid exploded across my blindfolded face—her squirt, gushing in forceful jets from Jake's relentless fingering. It soaked the scarf, dripped down my chin, into my open mouth. Salty, musky, pure her. I gasped, aroused beyond belief, my cock leaking steadily as she shuddered and squirted again, painting my cheeks and neck.

"Fuck, look at him," Jake laughed. "Dripping like a bitch in heat."

"Fuck, look at him," Jake laughed. "Dripping like a bitch in heat."

Lisa's laughter joined his as she ground back against those thick fingers still buried in her. "He loves it. Taste me, Mark. Swallow every drop I give you." I opened my mouth wider, tongue out, and more of her juices ran in, warm and tangy. My cock jerked hard against nothing, balls tight.

Jake pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. "Time for the real thing. On your knees facing him, Lisa. I want him to hear every inch stretching that married cunt."

I heard her drop down right in front of my chair, knees thudding on the carpet. Her breath puffed hot against my soaked cheek. "Ready, baby? Jake's lining that monster up. The head's fat and blunt, pushing my lips apart. Ohhh fuck, so much thicker than you."

The blunt pressure turned into a long, slow glide. Lisa's moan stretched high and filthy as Jake sank deeper. "Half... three-quarters... god, he's bottoming out already and there's still more. Mark, he's rearranging me. Your cock never hits this deep."

Jake grunted and slammed the rest home. The wet slap of his hips against her ass cracked through the room. Lisa cried out, forehead dropping onto my shoulder. "Yes! Pound me. Make me take every vein."

He did. Hard, punishing strokes that shoved her body forward with every thrust so her tits mashed against my chest. I felt the heat of her, the jiggle, the way her nipples dragged across my skin. Each time he bottomed out she gasped filthy praise straight into my ear. "Bigger... better... filling me so full I can barely breathe. Listen to that wet squelch, cucky. That's my pussy drowning his cock because you got me so needy."

My blindfold was soaked through, clinging to my face. Pre-cum ran down my shaft in a steady string. I rocked my hips uselessly, desperate for friction that never came.

Jake picked up speed, balls slapping loud against her. "Gonna wreck this hole. You ready to drown your husband again?"

"Yes—fuck yes!" Lisa's voice cracked. Her hand suddenly wrapped around my dripping cock, stroking me in time with Jake's thrusts. "Feel how hard he is just from listening. Poor little thing. Cum for us when I squirt, Mark. Show Jake how much you love being our toy."

The chair creaked as Jake hammered her harder. Lisa's moans turned into broken screams. "Right there—his cock is grinding my G-spot every stroke—I'm gonna fucking explode!"

Her body locked. A fresh flood of squirt blasted out around Jake's pounding shaft and sprayed my face in heavy, pulsing jets. It soaked the scarf completely, ran into my mouth, down my neck, over my chest. I came instantly, cock pulsing hard in her fist, thick ropes of my own cum shooting up onto my stomach and her wrist while I groaned like a dying man.

Jake never slowed. He fucked her straight through the orgasm, chasing his own. Lisa kept squirting in shorter, weaker bursts that painted my lips and chin. "Take it, Mark—drink it—he's about to fill me!"

Jake roared and slammed deep one last time. I heard the wet throb of his cock unloading, felt Lisa shudder as jet after jet of hot bull cum flooded her. She milked him with greedy squeezes, whispering, "Yes, breed me full. Give my husband something to clean later."

They stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing hard. Then Jake eased out. Thick cum and her juices immediately spilled down her thighs. Lisa crawled up into my lap, still shaking, and peeled the soaked blindfold off. My eyes blinked open to the sight of her flushed, wrecked face and Jake's glistening cock still half-hard behind her.

She kissed me deep, feeding me the taste of both of them from her tongue. "You did so good, baby. Our first time and you came harder than ever just from my squirt and his cock sounds."

Jake chuckled, already reaching for his clothes. "Anytime you two want a repeat, call me. That cunt is addictive."

Lisa climbed off, legs wobbly, and uncuffed my wrists. I rubbed the marks while she straddled me again, guiding my softening cock into the messy heat of her well-used pussy just so I could feel how loose and creamy Jake had left her. She rode me slow and lazy, smearing their mixed cum all over my balls until I was twitching again.

"Next time," she whispered against my mouth, "we leave the blindfold off. I want you to watch every inch of him splitting me open while you edge yourself raw. Deal?"

"Deal," I groaned, already hard again inside her. "I need it. Need to hear you get fucked stupid like this forever."

She smiled that wicked smile and kept grinding until we both came one last soft time, collapsed together in the wreckage of the sheets, smelling of sex and surrender, knowing our marriage had just found its perfect new spice.