A Naughty Cuckolding

"Yes." Amanda finally managed.

"God. Yes." She repeated, and then a beaming smile broke out on her face.

She opened her eyes again, for the first time in what felt like hours. She looked up at Darius's handsome face, and noticed the intent look in his eyes. They were focused on pleasuring her. "Kiss me." She pleaded, adoring the sensations that this man was able to provide.

Their lips met, tongues intertwining once again. Darius had just given her the best orgasm of her entire life.

When Amanda fully recovered, they adjusted positions on his bed. Darius now wanting to take her from behind. "On your knees." He demanded, smiling. Amanda found herself becoming addicted to his dominance. 'Brent is never this assertive in bed.' She thought, wiggling her plump white rear in invitation. She then arched her head back, moaning, as she now felt Darius's big cock slowly penetrate her from behind. She gasped in pleasure, "My husband never fucks me from behind." Amanda realized, audibly.

"You need a big cock to handle a perfect ass like this." Darius replied, slapping it hard.

Amanda moaned loudly in response, the sound of his strong hand hitting her ass bouncing across the room. Moments later she was laying face down, bracing herself with her forearms as this huge man fucked her from behind. She clutched into his bed sheets, and bucked back onto Darius, matching his thrusts. It was divine. Amanda looked up, noticing herself in his mirror as she took him. She bit her lip as she watched her large tits bounce in the reflection.

Amanda realized that she loved the way she looked while Darius was fucking her. "I'm fucking hot." She spoke, absurdly.

"Fucking right you are." Darius replied, slapping her ass again, causing a redness to develop on her plump white behind.

Their eyes met in the mirror, both enjoying staring at one another as they fucked. They soon began to brew something powerful once again, their interlocked stare implying a cocktail of naughty thoughts.

They both seemed to remember Brent at the same time. Amanda and Darius smiled wickedly, Amanda blushing deeply as the erotic slapping noise of their naked bodies continued to fill the bedroom. Bed springs were squeaking, and Amanda's moans were loud and impassioned.

"I love fucking this married pussy." Darius growled.

Amanda was overwhelmed by the taboo nature of the comment, another orgasm now on the verge of hitting her.

She continued to look into his eyes through the reflection in the mirror, and replied, "I love fucking that big cock."

Darius could only take so much stimuli, and he knew he was approaching critical mass. The harrowing sensation of his own orgasm began to build. Incredible pleasure began to crash over his body as he felt his large testicles rise and his behemoth shaft expand further. Suddenly, his roar filled the room, and his cum, Amanda's married pussy.

Amanda clutched into his bed sheets once again, mouth shooting open in silent gasp as she felt his girth grow even wider. Suddenly she felt the intense pressure of his warmth exploding deep into her pussy. Her orgasm fired off in immediate response to him filling her with his cum. Amanda screamed in complete submission as Darius's thick black cock massaged her insides to completion. He bucked, squeezing her hips as his cock head fired thick ropes of seed into her womb. They were both screaming loudly as their sex organs convulsed together in unison, it was a primal moment. Their beautiful, interracial, extramarital mating session, had finally completed.

Eventually, the bedroom fell silent, without a sound other than the heavy breathing of the two lovers.

Amanda laid there for a moment, on all fours. Her large breasts were smushed into the bedspread, her back covered in a sheen of sweat. Her ass was red from the slapping it received, her pussy inflamed from the utterly manly pounding Darius had just given it. She had never been so sexually satisfied.

Somehow, it was only then that she remembered she wasn't on birth control.

Brent awoke, head in a vice. His eyes were blurry and his throat dry. His dream was somehow lurid, despite his deep and drunken slumber. Amanda's voice, moaning in deep lust. The sound of a bed banging into a wall, and a deep male voice grunting. The sounds of wet skin slapping together in intercourse. "Fuck meee!!" Amanda's screams were harrowing echoes in Brent's memory.

"Fuck." He coarsely moaned, trying to establish where exactly he was. The sunlight beamed in through a crack in the blinds, striking him in the face. He raised his hand to deter it. "Fuck." He said it again, realizing he was on Darius's couch. His stomach lurched, but he held fast and steadied himself.

He looked around the living room, and glanced into the kitchen. Empty, he noted.

Suddenly, his mind went to Amanda. 'Where is she?' He worried, knot in his stomach returning, this time for reasons other than a massive hangover.

Almost as soon as his heart started to race in panic, Brent saw a door open from down the hall. He was relieved, but also stunned, to see his wife walking out towards him. What room was that?

She seemed to be wearing the same outfit she had worn last night, albeit her hair and make-up were entirely a mess. Brent noticed that there was an apologetic look in her eyes, but he also noted that her skin was radiant, and she looked gorgeous despite her dishevelment.

"How are you feeling?" His wife asked, sweetly.

"Rough." Brent answered honestly, voice gravel.

Her husband looked like a disaster, Amanda noticed. The guilt started to bubble up within her as she looked into his eyes. Suddenly though, the warmth between her legs returned, as she recalled the incredible night Darius had given her.

"I guess I slept on the couch." Brent offered, it was an obvious assessment. He then looked at her, mind still cloudy and mental bandwidth allocated to managing his crushing hangover. Still, he managed, "Where did you sleep?"

Amanda had walked out of the door deciding to be honest, as always.

"I slept in Darius's room." The words were like a battering ram to Brent's chest.

His eyes opened wide, and the lurching in his stomach returned, "What do you mean you slept in Darius's room?"

Amanda repeated herself, unflinching in her honestly. "I slept in Darius's room Brent. I -" She blushed, but said it anyway, "I- I let him fuck me."

The sentence was a sniper shot, piercing through the hangover haze and nailing right into the deepest recesses of Brent's brain.

He could only wince, face becoming flush, mind unable to process it. He leaned forward in strange discomfort.

Amanda knelt down in front of her physically and mentally ailing husband, resting a hand on his knee. "Baby. I love you." She looked up at his eyes, "But I had sex with Darius last night, and I need to get to the pharmacy really badly. We can talk on the way or you can wait next door and we will talk when I get back."

Before Brent could form a reply Darius walked out of the same room his wife had just exited. The sight of him was humiliation in itself. He was shirtless, his massive body chiseled and nearly the antithesis of Brent's flabby torso. Brent was aghast to see him wearing nothing but snugly fitting boxers, an anxiousness developing in the pit of Brent's stomach as he noticed the massive bulge running down the fabric of them.

Had this man really been in his wife?

"There he is." Darius boomed, continuing, "How you feeling?"

Brent couldn't believe the circumstance, and certainly couldn't believe how casual Darius was acting considering what had apparently just happened. Still, Brent could only reply, "Like shit."

Darius laughed, "I've been there." He paused, pulling a couple mugs down from his cupboard, "Want some coffee?" Darius was making an effort to be cordial, hoping to soften some of what Brent was surely dealing with.

Brent was less than amused by the conversation, head still spinning, "No thanks. I'll grab a cup next door." He found it in himself to stand, head spinning as soon as he did.

Amanda stood with him, slowly helping him to the door.

Brent didn't make it back across the hallway before hurling. Amanda winced as her husband painfully expunged his night of bad decisions, hoping that some of hers were expunged along with them.

"Are you alright?" She offered, steadying him.

Finally, the hurl allowed Brent enough relief to actually speak, "How could I possibly be alright Amanda? You just told me you fucked Darius." His words were filled with anger, but deep down, Brent wasn't very angry. It was simply a programmed reaction, what a husband should sound like after such an event had occurred. It was bizarre to Brent, that despite his physical misery, an excitement dominated his emotions.

Amanda's guilt was overwhelming, but she needed to stay logical. "Brent, I don't have time for this right now. I really need to get to the pharmacy, or I'll be right there with you throwing up from morning sickness."

Brent could only turn away, retching once again onto the floor. How was he experiencing this absurd arousal despite his miserable state of being? 'That asshole came in my wife.' Was the harrowing thought now echoing through Brent's mind. It did anger him, but it also deeply excited him.

"I'll be back baby." Amanda walked towards the front door to their apartment, unlocking it, and then she took the keys out to the car to head to the drug store.

Brent stumbled into the shower, trying to wash away the stink of his vomit, along with stink of his cuckolding. Absurdly, despite his immense shame, he noticed his dick standing tall as the shower water rained down around him.

"What the fuck-" He spoke, his voice echoing around him. His mind flashed to the recent bedroom antics he and his wave had been partaking in over the last month. Brent knew those role playing sessions had to have been a catalyst in causing this. Still, despite their games, their teasing hints, despite the excitement that caused. Brent never would have believed Amanda would actually do it.

Suddenly, Brent heard the front door close. He continued to stand there, leaning against the tile of the shower wall, mulling over the new dynamic in his marriage. He closed his eyes for a time, cursing himself, and his hangover. Suddenly the imagery of Darius and Amanda, nude, locked in intercourse, came crashing through his mind.

"What the fuck." He spoke again, grabbing his dick in disbelief. Against every ounce of sanity he had, he began to stroke himself.

"What are you doing?" His wife's voice startled him, and he turned to see her naked and entering the shower. "Are you jerking off?" She asked again.

Brent turned, releasing his dick from his grasp. He looked at Amanda's naked body, and his arousal only deepened at the sight of her. There were scratches and hickies across her tits and neck. Her right ass cheek had a small bruise on it, and there was a wobble in her step, as if she was sore.

"Are you alright?" Brent asked, eyes scouring her body.

Amanda looked down at herself, and blushed, realizing what her husband was bearing witness too. "Yes baby. I'm fine." She paused, still noticing his erect dick, small and angry. She continued, "Are you alright?" She slowly walked over to her husband, touching his waist.

Brent wanted to play furious, maybe even curse her, he wanted to feel betrayed - but all he felt was that overwhelming blend of jealousy and arousal.

"Was he good?"

Amanda stood there, unsure how to take the tone of his question. Slowly, tentatively, she reached for his dick. Her fingers encircled his manhood, and she slowly, delicately, began to pump her husband.

She looked up at him, wildness in her eyes. "Are you sure?" Amanda asked.

Brent nodded, "Tell me."

Amanda leaned into his neck, kissing him lovingly as the shower water rained down around them. She stroked her husband's dick as she admitted to him the magnitude of her sexual awakening from the night previous.

"He was unbelievable."

"Bigger than me?" Brent croaked.

Amanda kissed his neck again, "Oh god baby. Yes, much bigger than you."

Brent began to feel lightheaded, and took a deep breath in order to stay conscious.

"You really fucked him Amanda?" He asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes my love. We fucked for hours." She continued to stroke his dick. She couldn't help but notice how small he felt in her hands now.

"Jesus." Brent groaned. "Did- Did he make you c-cum?"

Amanda giggled, and then slowly began to fondle his boiling balls with a loving touch. "Yes. I think I even had a vaginal orgasm. It was so strong I almost blacked out."

"Oh fuck, Amanda." It took every ounce of self control for Brent not to cum on the spot.

"Why did you have to go to the drug store?" Brent managed, already knowing, but wanting to hear it from his wife's mouth regardless.

Amanda blushed, "I needed to get a pill. He didn't use a condom."

"He came in you?" His voice cracked as he asked the question.

Amanda kissed him, and began pumping his dick faster, enticing him to the most shameful orgasm imaginable, replying, "Yes baby. He came in me three times. He came in me deeper than you do, because his cock is so big. It had me worried."

Brent bucked, squealing again, he shot the biggest load he could remember onto the shower floor. Amanda kissed his neck with passion as the orgasm coursed through his body, spurring him, "That's it baby. Cum for me. Good boy."

Somehow, even before Amanda stepped in the shower, she knew Brent's anger was going to turn arousal. Not only had Darius predicted it, but she had sensed it since the first night Darius had flashed her. Brent seemed to revel in it, against his very programming.

When he finally came to a stop, he breathed an exasperated exhale.

"Feeling better?" Amanda asked. Brent looked at his wife, and couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, almost as if he was seeing her in a new light. He kissed her passionately, and Amanda reciprocated. Minutes later, they had soaked their sheets because Brent had thrown her onto the bed. Before she could protest, his mouth was buried on her sex.

Amanda's body was inflamed, relishing in the perverse nature of her husband's cunnilingus. Just hours ago Darius had been pumping her full of his cum, and now her husband was flicking his tongue across her used clit. She blushed at the thought of the naughtiness of it all. Amanda rummaged her hands through her husband's hair, soaking in his prowess. He seemed extra attentive, and before long she came hard, fueled by the taboo nature of the entire scenario.

Days went by and Amanda noticed Brent was acting rather quiet around her. Some distance in the rear view had allowed them both some space for reflection, and the guilt that Amanda kept suppressing finally boiled to a head.

She broke down crying at the dinner table, nearly in a sob, "I'm so sorry Brent."

Brent was taken aback by her outburst, and moved to console her. "I'm sorry too baby."

Amanda was stunned by his response, speaking through tears, "What? What do you have to be sorry for?"

Brent had spent every waking moment of the last several days searching his soul. It was a shameful realization to know you were made a cuckold, especially by your wife, and woman you loved most. However, simultaneously, Brent had to reconcile so very real arousal brought on by his wife's dalliance. He kept thinking about them together, and every time he did his dick would stir to complete arousal. He even woke in the middle of the night previous, and jerked off in their bathroom, thinking back on her rumble with Darius. How could he possibly explain his feelings to Amanda?

Brent tried to answer her question, however, "I don't know. I guess for not being more attentive, for being distant and obsessed with my computer, for not putting enough time in working on my body." He paused, continuing red faced, "For not bringing my game in the bedroom."

Amanda hated to see him this defeated, "Brent-"

"It's okay baby." He stood up, kissing her. "If I'm being completely honest with you, and myself, I can't stop fantasizing about you and Darius."

Amanda's eyes shot wide open, and her emotion turned from regret, to intrigued confusion.

"To be honest I think even before you slept with him, a part of me had secretly hoped you would." Brent decided to put it all out on the table.

"Brent, what are you saying?" Amanda's voice was kind, interested, worried.

"I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman, Amanda, and deep down I think, like most married men, I kind of think its hot to see my wife act naughty, and sexual." Brent paused, exhaling, "To see you interacting with Darius, and then learning that he was - so well hung. I think it spawned some perverted fantasies for me. Hell, even last night, I woke up and part of me hoped you snuck out of bed and went across the hall to fuck him."

Amanda gasped, covering her mouth. Despite her conflicted feelings over her husband's admission, her panties were beginning to dampen.

She wouldn't allow him to let her off the hook that easily, though, her morals remained in tact, "I still shouldn't have done it with your permission." She blushed, remembering that he had technically given it to her during some of their more inflamed sessions of teasing.

"You kind of had it." Brent smiled, thinking of those same moments in bed together. He continued, "So I'm partially to blame." Brent smiled for the first time in what felt like weeks.

"I love you Brent." She kissed him.

"I love you too, Amanda."

Two more weeks passed, and Brent had to fly back to California to sort a couple things out for the business.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Amanda offered, worrying that her husband might fear the worst during his trip.

"No babe, it'll only be a couple days. I'll be back before you know it."

When Amanda was dropping Brent off at the airport, he leaned in for a kiss goodbye. Upon doing so, he dropped a bomb on his wife.

"You can have some fun with Darius while I'm gone. If you want."

Amanda's eyes darted open in surprise. "A-Are you sure?" Hearing her husband offer such a naughty prospect, it excited her to no end. Truth be told, Amanda couldn't stop thinking about her night with Darius. She had been purposefully avoiding him since that evening, for fear she may succumb to his advances once again.

"I'm sure. The only rule I have is that you tell me what happens, and that you're-" Brent paused, hinting at birth control. "You're safe."

Amanda blushed. "Should I get back on the pill?"

Brent and Amanda hadn't been trying for children, but at the same time they hadn't been not trying either. It was a bizarre idea for both of them, the concept that she would get back on protection because another man would be fucking her. Bizarre, but deeply exciting.

"Maybe for a little while." Brent offered, not quite believing his own words.

"We'll see." Amanda offered, not quite believing the conversation either. Still, she kissed her husband deeply, insanely aroused by his naughty approval.

Three hours later Amanda was on her back, in her marital bed. Darius's huge unprotected cock was pumping in and out of her pussy, already having ripped several orgasms from her married sex.

They were coated in sweat, Amanda's pussy soaking wet as he plunged his thick black cock in and out of her. She clawed into his muscled back, pink fingernail polish reflecting the candlelight in the bedroom. Darius's large black balls were smacking into her plump white rear. Amanda was once again delirious with the pleasure this man was giving her, screaming loudly.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh my god!! Fuck meee!"