Cuckolding my boyfriend, part 1

A tale of cuckolding, part 1

I met Marcus about a week ago at my favorite coffee shop. I’ve been thinking about cuckolding my boyfriend with him ever since. He’s tall, muscular, and has a fantastic smile. I also couldn’t help noticing that magnificent bulge in his pants that seemed to grow even larger every time he looked at me.

cuckolding my boyfriend

Cuckolding my boyfriend with an alpha male

He’s got delicious cafe au lait skin and firm, sure, masculine hands, as I found out the very first time we danced together. He even smells masculine; not that overbearing scent of aftershave or cologne, but the much more intimate and natural smell of a male in fresh rut.

I told Marcus about my cuckolding lifestyle

Not all men are open to my type of cuckolding lifestyle, so I had to approach him cautiously. I started off by telling him that I was in an interesting position, and that I liked some pretty wild stuff. But it was a little different than what he might be used to. He was interested, so I continued. I told him that I have a boyfriend, but he just can’t seem to satisfy me. So I’ve been forced to look in other places for my fun. He knew exactly what I meant, and what I was leading towards. He told me he had been the alpha male in cuckolding triangles before. And he was looking forward to letting me worship his big black cock.

That delectable bulge in his pants grew another size as he reached for me. He started cupping my sweet young perfect ass in one of his massive, muscular brown hands and crushing me to him. I felt the rock hard maleness of him against me. And knew that I would have to take him home to meet my boyfriend.

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