I first met S and B after weeks of steamy conversations. Our chemistry was undeniable, and our first playdate was one for the books—passionate, electric, and dripping with shared desires. That one night turned into a routine. Twice a month, we’d come together, exploring new boundaries and indulging in the fantasies that simmered beneath the surface.

S was a stunning hotwife with a penchant for pushing limits, and B was her obedient cuck, eager to please and ready to learn. Over time, they became more open, more adventurous. S confessed one evening that B wanted to explore more—his curiosity burning just as bright as hers. I was more than happy to oblige.

Our next meet-up was different. S greeted me in her usual way—dressed to kill in something that clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. But B caught my attention too. For the first time, he wore a cage and a tight thong, his submission on full display. It was a signal: tonight would push past anything we’d done before.

We started in the basement, S and I sinking into each other while B prepared drinks upstairs. By the time he joined us, S was already on her knees, her lips wrapped tightly around me, her eagerness evident in the way she gagged and moaned. B entered, tray in hand, his eyes lighting up at the sight.

“Come closer,” I beckoned, my tone commanding.

He set the tray down and approached, hesitant but eager. I could tell he was ready to take the next step. I told him as much, and when I ordered him to join, he dropped to his knees without hesitation.

S didn’t miss a beat, guiding me into his mouth while she moaned in delight. Watching her cuck swallow me down ignited something primal in all of us. I gripped his hair, guiding him while calling him every filthy name I knew he loved. S leaned in, licking and teasing, her moans blending with the wet sounds of B’s lips.

But S wasn’t one to wait. She climbed onto all fours, her drenched body begging for more. Sliding into her was a rush, her warmth and wetness overwhelming as B stayed close, licking us both, his face covered in her juices. It didn’t take long before S gushed—soaking everything, including her devoted cuck.

“You’ve had enough for now,” I told him with a smirk. “Watch and enjoy.”

B obeyed, sitting back as I took S to her limits, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Eventually, she collapsed onto the sofa, spent but satisfied. That was B’s moment to shine.

“Your turn,” I said, motioning him forward. “Time to pop your cherry.”

He’d been preparing for this, training himself with plugs as I’d instructed. S spread her legs wide, putting herself on display, her glistening body inviting and irresistible. “Get in there,” I told him, and he eagerly buried his face between her thighs, his tongue worshiping her soaked folds as I lubed up behind him.

As I slid into him, his grunt told me everything—pain, pleasure, and submission blending into one. I took my time, letting him adjust, while S praised him from above. “Good boy,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair as he moaned into her.

We found a rhythm, my thrusts pushing him deeper into her. His muffled moans were music to my ears, and before long, his body shuddered. To our surprise, he came hard—ropes of cum spilling out untouched.

S and I laughed, delighted at the sight, as he collapsed under me, spent but glowing. We weren’t done, though. S was ready for more, her energy renewed by the display. I pulled her close, pounding her until she cried out, her body trembling as I filled her with everything I had.

“Clean it up,” I ordered B, who eagerly obeyed, licking us both clean.

We sat back, satisfied, sweaty, and utterly spent, already anticipating the next round.