Cuckold Erotica: The Places They Come

I have a new novella out! It’s a filthy, somewhat fucked up cuckold story with lots and lots of hot sex. If you like big dicks, poorly managed open marriages, and lots of emotional manipulation, then you might enjoy this.

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Here’s the opening. It jumps right in:

“I can’t believe that was your ex-boyfriend,” I said. I was fucking my wife slowly on our bed, my cock sliding in and out of her cunt as she writhed beneath me. We had been at the bar for a few hours and were just drunk enough to want to screw, but not so plastered that we couldn’t. She was nearly ten years younger than me, and while I could mostly keep up with her, it was often a challenge.

“Why are you talking about him? Just keep fucking me,” she moaned, pulling me down and kissing my mouth.

“I don’t know,” I said, slowing down my rhythm as I looked into her eyes. “I guess I was just wondering if he was the one with the huge cock.”

“Do you really want to know that? Now?”

I don’t know what had gotten into me, but for some reason I couldn’t shake the thought. I had overheard her talking to a girlfriend years earlier, and the sound in her voice as she talked about him made me instantly concerned. And when we bumped into him at the bar I couldn’t help but wonder.

“I’m just curious,” I said as I held still. I looked down and saw her pussy lips open around me, and I groaned in pleasure. She was so pretty, and she felt so good, but for some reason I couldn’t stop myself. “So, was it?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she tried to push back onto me. I held her hips steady though, just barely moving as I leaned up and watched her. Her eyes were wide, and I could tell she just wanted to come. After five years of marriage I knew her body better than my own.

“How big was it?” I asked, leaning in and kissing her cheek. I pushed all the way inside her, feeling her open once more.

“I don’t know. It was fucking big though,” she said, feeling me start to speed up once more. “I couldn’t even fit my hand around it.”

“Oh god,” I said, fucking her faster and harder. “How long? Tell me how long it was.”

“He said it was nine inches. I don’t know, but don’t stop.”

I was instantly picturing her, just as she was, but with his thick cock inside her, fucking her on our bed, and it almost pushed me over the edge. I was so close to coming there was no holding back, but I had to keep going.

“Do you miss it?” I asked, biting my lip as I fucked her as hard as I could. “Do you ever miss that huge cock inside you?”

“Oh fuck,” she said closing her eyes; I knew her answer in an instant. She was lost, stuck in her memory, and she started to clench around me…

It’s not short, more of a novella than anything else. You can find it on Amazon right here.