They’ve been dating for nearly a decade now, high school sweethearts that could never live without one another. But they called me in, knowing I like to have a bit of fun, and she asked, no she begged for me to fuck her boyfriend. I don’t turn down an opportunity for a good time so I went over and was unprepared for just how involved she was going to be.

She had her own cuck chair to watch every single thing, and not just one, multiple. A chair for her to sit on everywhere her boyfriend wanted to fuck me. A chair facing the couch, another facing the dining table, and then another in the bedroom. It was like a cuckqueen gauntlet. I felt like I was on a competition show.

She was the one who greeted me. She wore a silky robe that I just knew she was going to stuff a toy beneath in a few minutes. She helped me get down to just my bra, panties and stockings and led me to where she knew her boyfriend would want me first.

I sat on the edge of the dining table, posed and ready and a bit nervous and then he walked out. All the blood in my brain went straight to my throbbing pussy lips. He looked like a God. He was completely naked and walked out tanned, oiled up, and with a cock as hard as a diamond. He went straight for me, his eyes burning holes into me. He grabbed my hips and yanked me down to the edge of the table. He pulled my panties to the side and pressed into me just like that. I gasped, gripping the sides of the table to keep my balance as he pressed into me. He groaned as he took my wrists and pinned them above my head and started to pump harder into me.

His wife giggled from her chair and thanked me for being her husband’s plaything today, that it gave her a much needed break.

I’ll say, if she’s taking his cock like this every night I’d need a break too.

He fucked me hard on the table until I could barely feel my legs and then plucked me up and took me to the couch. He leaned me over the arm, with my elbows on the cushions and my feet barely off the ground, my hips pressed into the arm of the sofa. He fucked me from behind, ramming me into the couch and pushing it half an inch with every vicious slam of his hips. I tried to look at his wife but my vision was a blur as tears of pure pleasure filled my eyes. He was big, yes, but God did he feel good. He filled me up completely and hit that special nerve deep inside me that made me want to sing his praises.

He kept thrusting into me, groaning and complimenting my tight ass as my cheeks bounced on his cock.

When I thought I’d hit my limit, he yanked me back into his arms and took me to the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and I barely had time to sit up before he was between my thighs, pressing himself over me. His cock slid in easily, knowing exactly what angle it took to push into me. He kissed the sides of my throat as I writhed beneath him. I had been denied my pleasure for too long and now it was finally on me. I gasped and moaned as it built up inside of me, growing like an out of control wildfire but it hit.

I screamed as I came, drenching his fat cock in my juices as my pussy jerked and clenched around him. I couldn’t stop shivering from the force of my orgasm.

He kept pushing into me, his cock slamming faster and harder until his hips faltered. He paused and then sighed as he came inside of me, filling me up with his warm cum until it was dripping out of my pussy and running between our bodies.

He sat up, pulling himself from my body and suddenly his girlfriend was there, her robe dropped and revealing her large pale titties. She leaned over and kissed my sopping wet pussy and then her boyfriend’s cum soaked cock. She went back and forth, kissing and licking until we were both clean. She smiled at me with her cum covered lips and thanked me again.