The soft fluorescent lighting in our bedroom captured Molly's beauty so perfectly. I couldn't help but be totally in awe of her. Molly sat on the edge of our bed, her gorgeous, smooth, slender legs crossed at the knee and dangling over the side. The sheer white lace dress she wore clinging so delicately to her petite frame. Her naturally frizzy ginger hair, pulled expertly into playful pigtails, framed her face beautifully. She held her phone in one gentle hand, her thumb hovering over the screen with both nervousness and anticipation, while her other hand innocently traced circles on my chest with the tips of her fingers.

I was laid on the bed beside her, curious as to what she could be looking at to garner such a clear mixture of emotion. I had no idea what Molly could have possibly been about to show me, but the anticipation was almost too much to bear. Was it some sort of cuckold Reddit post that excited her? A nice cock? Or perhaps she had been discussing our possible new dynamic with a close friend? Maybe, Eppie or Loren? I watched as she inhaled one deep breath, clearly to build up some courage. Suddenly, her pink lips curled into a sly, mischevious smile.

I could feel a tension in the air. Most definitely not a negative one. Much more like a thick static electric of lust and arousal, like the calm before a storm. I settled more comfortably onto the bed beside her, savouring the touch of her fingertips. I noticed the way her nipples had hardened and pressed temptingly against the slightly sheer fabric of her dress. My cock twitched in response, already half-hard in my black boxers.

Molly leaned in closer, her eyes full of a fervour and power I had never seen before. Her breath warm against my earlobe. The hand on my chest gently slid down my body and teased against my inner thigh. "I have something I'd quite like to show you," she whispered, her soft voice dripping with seduction. "Something I think you'll love... a lot. Something I'm sure you've probably imagined a few times."

She took her phone and turned it towards me. On the screen was Molly, her eyes looking up at the camera. A video that someone had clearly taken. She pressed play on her phone, and the picture on the screen came to life. My eyes widened as I saw the video begin to play. It was the my Molly, the Molly that I was so deeply in love with, but somehow not the Molly that I knew. This Molly was different, wild and unrestrained. Her eyes filled with submission to whoever she was looking up at. As if she was lost in him. She was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on a man's cock, her lips stretched wide around the girth of it. Her hand could barely reach around it as she stroked in rhythm with her head bobbing. Her saliva all over his cock, dripping down her chin. Dripping down his shaft. She most certainly wasn't just going through the motions of a blowjob. She was in love with his cock. Worshipping it. Almost as if her mind had emptied of anything but his pleasure.

My breath caught in my throat. This was beyond anything I had ever imagined. How beautiful Molly looked with his cock in her mouth. I was harder than I had ever been before and Molly could see it. Every now and then, she would look down from the video to my rock hard cock. Smiling and giggling at how it pressed against the fabric of my boxers. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Molly... who is that?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Molly didn't answer right away. Instead, she reached out and and slipped her free hand into my boxers. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her hand was so soft around me. She giggled again as she felt me twitch into her touch. "Does it really matter, my little cuck?" she purred dominantly. "Just look at how much it turns you on to see me like this. To know that I can take a cock so much bigger than yours. Seeing me so submissive and devoted to another man. Oh, the things I did for him, cuck. You'd be so amazed and oh so jealous."

I swallowed hard, my mind no longer racing. I was turned on to the point of my mind turning silent. An almost primal arousal. The sight of Molly being used and controlled with such dominance, so completely submissive, was driving me wild. She slipped my cock out of my boxers and began to stroke me, her touch firm and insistent.

"Would you like to keep watching?" Molly asked, her voice low and sultry. She knew the answer. She could see and feel exactly how much I was enjoying this, but Molly also knew exactly how to tease me. "Would you still like to watch me get fucked by another man while you sit in the corner and do nothing? This doesn't change your fantasy?"

I nodded, totally unable to form a single coherent thought. Molly smiled with such playfulness and control, it melted me further into her touch. She handed me the phone so that she could focus on stroking my cock. I was transfixed on the Molly in the video, her eyes now watering, red and glazed over as she took the thick cock deep into her throat. Occasionally gagging as she held him down. Her deeply blushed cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue flicking against the underside of his shaft.

I moaned loudly, my hips bucking involuntarily as Molly's hands worked their magic on my cock and balls. My god she knew exactly how to touch me. Her touch mixed with the video was almost too much. I could feel myself getting closer. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, slowly creeping up my shaft. I needed release. I needed to cum, but I didn't want it to end. Not yet. I needed to see all of this video. The need was deep within me.

Molly must have sensed how close to the edge I was, because she suddenly stopped stroking me and leaned in close, her lips once again brushing against my ear. "Why don't we make it even more difficult for you to hold off your orgasm?" she teased through laughter. "I'm going suck your little cock while you watch me get fucked on video. Doesn't that sound fun?"

I could only nod, my body betraying me as I gave in to her suggestion. Gave into her touch. Gave into her. Now I knew how the Molly in the video felt, because I was happily and devotedly submitting myself to her. Molly wasted no time. She wrapped her wet lips around the head of my cock, letting a string of drool drip down my shaft. Her tongue began swirling around the sensitive tip as she slipped me a little deeper into her mouth and began to suck.

My eyes rolled back and closed, my head falling back against my pillows as I surrendered to the sensations. Molly's mouth was warm and wet, her skilfull tongue expertly teasing every inch of my cock. I had almost forgotten about the video until I could hear the sounds of the slapping of flesh against flesh. Molly's moans of pleasure. I had never heard her moan like that. I had had pleasured her in the past. Given her orgasms. But the sounds from the video were something else.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the man in the video taking Molly from behind. His cock was so deep inside her cunt. His girth stretching her. Her cunt gripped around his cock like it was refusing to let him go. His cock glistened with her wetness with each thrust. Her hips bucked back against his thrusts, her nails digging into the blue bed sheets as she rode the cock with such sexual freedom. I could see the way her wetness dripped down her pale thighs as he pounded.

"Oh, holy fuck," I gasped, my hips thrusting forward as Molly quickened her pace, her mouth working my cock with increasing urgency. She wanted my cum. She loves the taste and the feeling it gives her. But she also wanted to give me the humiliation of making me cum to the video. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Molly. I'm gonna—"

She helled her hand at the base of my cock and kept just the head in her mouth. My cock pulsed hard into her mouth. I don't think I had ever cum so much in my entire life. She pulled her mouth from my cock, her lips glistening with a mixture of her saliva and my cum. She looked up at me, her blue eyes darkened with deep desire, and then she leaned in close, pressing her lips to mine.

For a brief moment I almost hesitated, unsure of what she was doing, but then she parted her lips and I felt it—the warm, sticky sensation of my own cum on her tongue, being fed back into my mouth. Molly kissed me deeply, with an intensity I had never felt before, as she made me taste myself.

My mind reeled, my body trembling with the intensity and extreme pleasure of the experience and the orgasm. My brain fuzzy. My body, light, feeling like I was floating. A pleasurable numbness. I had never done anything like this before. Even I never imagined that I would enjoy it quite this much. But as Molly continued to kiss me, feeding me my own cum, I found myself surrendering to the pleasure.

Molly pulled back a little, placing her fingers on my chin, her lips still temptingly inches from mine. "I want you to swallow it for me, cuck?" she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. I did exactly as I was told. I had never wanted to give myself so totally to someone. The control, power and dominance she had over me was incomparable . "How does it feel, baby? To taste your own cum? To know that I made you cum while you watched me get fucked by my ex?"

I didn't know how to respond. All I could do was stare lovingly and devotedly into her eyes, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. But mostly just the feeling of a deepened connection with the love of my life. The same look was in her eyes too. One thing was very clear—we both wanted more. I wanted to see what else Molly had in store for me, wanted to explore the boundaries of our newfound relationship. "I fucking love you, Molly" I managed to say through the heavy breathing and fuzziness of my mind. "I hope you know just how much I love you too, baby," Molly replied. She slid herself up the bed and cuddled herself into my chest.