Molly lay sprawled across my chest. There was something beyond beautiful about her in those moments. Just the two of us, completely natural and lost in each other. Her frizzy, naturally ginger hair cascaded down her neck and onto my chest as she rested her gentle hands on me. There was nothing that compared to her touch. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with love as she looked up at me. Admiring me as my fingertips lovingly but nervously massaged through her hair. Our bedroom was dimly lit by fairylights, casting soft shadows that caressed our naked bodies. She pressed herself a little tighter against me. Her cold, small feet grazing against my shins.

"James," she purred softly from how relaxed she was, but her voice was dripping with a curiosity, "Why do you seem nervous? What are you thinking about?"

I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing visibly. I had wanted to share this with Molly for so long. My biggest fantasy. But, I had no idea how she would react. I glanced at Molly, then quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She looked so incredible, and I had never loved anyone as deeply as I loved her. "I... I want to tell you something," I stammered, my voice gravelling with nerves and barely above a whisper.

Molly propped herself up on one elbow, her interest piqued. Her hand still placed on my chest but in a way that was now more comforting in tone. "What is it, baby?" she asked, her voice gentle yet insistent.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I had to do it now, or I never would. I wanted to share this with Molly. I wanted to tell her everything. Share everything with her. Give her every part of me. "I have... this fantasy," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "About you... being with other men. About me being your cuckold." My heart raced. Exploring her face to see any kind of reaction. I hated the thought of her thinking that I somehow didn't love her because I adored every fibre of her being.

Molly's eyes widened in surprise, but there was also a flicker of excitement in them. She blushed a little, but a playful smile graced her soft, red lips. She had always suspected that I might have some more unconventional desires, but hearing me confess it outright sent a thrill through her naked body. The small hairs stood up all over her pale skin in the most pleasurable way. Her nipples getting a little harder against my side. "Cuckold fantasies, huh?" she mused, her lips curling into a more mischevious smile. "Tell me a little more."

I hesitated, my arms gripping her a little tighter, trying to make sure she knew exactly how I felt about her. "It's just... I really enjoy imagining you with someone else. Nothing turns me on more, " I said, my voice barely audible. "Seeing you get lost in another man's touch. Watching you please him a d submit to him. Knowing how much pleasure he can give you."

Molly's heart pounded at my words. A feeling of deep love and adoration washed over her. She had never felt so close to me. And, the idea of being desired by multiple men, of having her boyfriend watch as she experienced ecstasy with another, was intoxicating. She reached out and gently teased my cock, her fingers tracing the prominent vein along the underside of my shaft. "Tell me more about how that makes you feel?" she asked softly.

I closed my eyes, thrusting and griding gently and desperately into her touch. My cock feels so good in her hands. "Beyond excited," I confessed. "I think you can feel that." Molly definitely could. She had never felt me so hard, so quick. "But also... scared. I don't want to lose you."

Molly stretched herself up and leaned in closer to me, her breath warm against my earlobes. "You won't lose me, baby. Ever," she whispered. "In fact, I think I might even have a little confession of my own. Which may just help you."

My blue eyes snapped open, my gaze locking onto hers. Excitement, fear and nervousness all filled my body. "What is it?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Molly seductively bit her pink lower lip, her cheeks coloring slightly again. "I've thought about it too," she admitted. "About being with other men. You know about what I was like before I met you. About how much I love cock."

My breath hitched at those words, a mixture of emotions swirling in my eyes. "You... you do?" I asked.

Molly nodded, her eyes fixed on mine and filled with a lust I had never seen before. "Yes," she said firmly. She was very clearly turned on by the conversation. By the thoughts. "And I would only ever want to explore that with you. Together. You are the only person I have felt safe enough with."

My heart froze in my chest, my mind racing with all the possibilities. I had always been hesitant to share my fantasies, afraid of how Molly might react. But now, hearing her admit her own desires, I felt a surge of confidence. "How would we start?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation.

Molly smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She took his hand and place it between her thighs. I had never felt her so wet before. "First, you need to show me how much you want this," she said, her tone playful yet commanding. "Go down on me, James. Worship me. Worship my cunt. Make me feel like the Cuckoldress I want to be. Make me feel like your Goddess."

My eyes darkened with desire as I gazed at the perfection of Molly's inviting form. Without hesitation, I slid down the bed. Leaving a trail of kisses down her collar bone. Over her breasts. Taking my time to tease her nipples with my lips and tongue. Down her stomach. Around her naval piercing. Until I was kneeling between her gorgeous legs, my face mere inches from her glistening cunt. I could smell her arousal, a heady mix of musk and sweetness that made my mouth water. I savoured it. She knew how much I loved the taste of her.

Molly spread her legs wider, giving me better access. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want to see me with another man."

I leaned in, my tongue darting out desperatly to taste her. The sensation of her wetness against my tongue sent a jolt of electricity through me, my cock hardening instantly. I licked her slowly, savouring every drop of her essence, my hands gently kneading her thighs.

Molly moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly in response to my touch. "Oh, fuck James," she breathed, her fingers threading through my hair. "You feel so good. Don't stop."

Encouraged by her words, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue flicking faster against her clit. Pausing every now and then to lightly suck on it. I could feel her growing hotter, her moans becoming louder and more urgent. Her breathing getting heavier. I wanted to bring her to the brink, to make her crave more than just his touch. I wanted to please her. To pleasure her.

Molly's entire body shook with pleasure and anticipation, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her breasts raising up and down, faster and faster. "Yes, baby! Just like that. Don't stop," she cried out, her voice breaking with desire. "I want to be your cuckoldress. I want to feel another man deep inside me, stretching me, while you watch."

I wanted nothing more than to fulfill our fantasy, to see her pleasured by another while I basked in the knowledge that we are each other's. "Tell me what you want,"I urged, my voice hoarse with need.

Molly's eyes fluttered shut, her hand gripping my hair, her body arching up towards me. "I want to feel him," she panted. "I want to feel his cock inside me, filling me up. And I want you to watch, baby. I want you to see how much I crave it. How much I love it. How much better his cock makes me feel."

My breath caught in my throat, my cock rock hard and throbbing against my stomach. I wanted to give her everything she desired, to make her wildest fantasies come true. "Anything for you, Molly. Always," I whispered, my voice thick with adoration and devotion. "I'll give you anything."

Molly's eyes snapped back open, looking down at me and locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. "Then make me yours," she demanded, her voice a sultry command. "Help me be the cuckoldress you've always dreamed of."

My resolve hardened, my determination unwavering. I would give her everything she wanted, no matter the cost. "Yes, my Goddess," I vowed, my voice steady, confident and sure.

With that, I dove back in, my tongue working the spots i knew drove her wild. Molly's unmistakabe cries of pleasure filled the room, her body writhing beneath me as I brought her ever closer to the edge. And as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy, I knew that our journey into cuckolding had begun.