Your First Cuckolding

Katie Morgan’s in the bathroom finishing her lipstick when she catches your eye in the mirror. "I know you keep saying I look great, but I’m pretty nervous about this whole thing," she admits. You run a hand through her hair and she softens. "You’ve had this cuckold fantasy forever… I just want to please you." She spins around, strikes a pose, and asks in that flirty voice if you like what you see. Then she struts, shaking those big tits and that ass, teasing you about watching her get railed by another man. You nod fast. The doorbell rings and her eyes go wide—nervous, but excited. She brushes past you and hurries to the door. Jax Slayher’s standing there, young, sharp, black as night in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans. He hands you a bottle, then pulls Katie in for a deep kiss on the cheek that makes her gasp. Once he lets go she’s blushing, smoothing her clothes. In the living room Jax drops onto the couch beside her, starts rubbing her thigh while you all talk. He grins at you and asks for a drink. Katie perks up, says it sounds good, and sends you to the kitchen. When you return with the tray, they’ve shifted—now facing each other, petting and kissing like you’re not even there. Jax tells her one reason married women chase him is his big dick. Katie bites her lip and asks to see it. He chuckles, lets her unzip him, and that monster cock springs out. She gasps, eyes wide, admits it’s way bigger than yours. Jax smirks at you, makes sure you heard, then guides her head down. She wraps her lips around him and starts sucking. He waves you closer so you get a perfect view of your wife throating a real man’s cock. You obey, heart pounding, already wondering if she’ll ever be satisfied with anything less after tonight.