Chapter 3: First Of Many
The soft click of the front door closing echoed through the house, signaling Max's arrival home. Hannah, still in the throes of her post-coital glow, took a deep breath and steeled herself for the conversation that was about to unfold. She had never been one to shy away from difficult discussions, but this was different. This was a game-changer, a secret she had kept for hours, a betrayal she had reveled in.
”I’m home,” Max called out, his voice carrying up the stairs to where Hannah was waiting.
“I’m up here,” she called back, trying to keep her voice casual, “come up.”
She felt a strange mix of emotions as she sat there waiting for Max to appear in the doorway of their marital bedroom.
Half of her was dreading the conversation, the inevitable questions, the potential anger, and her guilt at the betrayal. The other half of her though was kind of excited, intrigued by her husbands reaction when she told him, when he saw her like this.
She was still wearing her bikini, the bottoms now stained slightly dark with Danny’s cum and her own arousal as it soaked into the thin material.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly parted, the thin material the only thing covering her gaped and used pussy.
She could feel the warmth of Danny’s cum inside her, heavy and thick, and the thought made her clit throb.
She knew that there was a good chance that Max would actually be more turned on than he was angry at her confession, given his cuckolding fantasies and she had prepared for this.
On the tv at the foot of their bed she had loaded up the CCTV footage from the camera that overlooked their back garden. It had captured everything, from her initial attempt to catch Danny’s attention, to her masturbating and then getting fucked so thoroughly.
If Max did get turned on then this would be her opportunity, she could get him to watch it with her, persuade him to turn his wife sharing fantasy into a reality, a reality that after they way Danny had fucked her, that Hannah was now set on.
“Hi baby,” Max said softly as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes instantly taking in the sight of his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly parted, her bikini bottoms stained dark. He looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as his gaze roamed over her semi naked body, lingering on her pussy.
”Don’t be mad baby but I’ve got a confession,” Hannah immediately said, her voice soft and slightly nervous.
Max’s eyes snapped up to hers, a look of concern and confusion on his face.
”What is it?” he asked, his voice cautious as he stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him.
Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to tell him the truth, to confess her betrayal.
”I cheated on you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto his, watching for his reaction.
Max’s face paled, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
”What?” he asked, his voice barely audible, his body stiffening as he processed her words.
“With who? When?”
Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to tell him the full truth. “With the repairman, Danny. It happened today, in our backyard.”
Max's eyes widened in shock, his jaw clenching as he tried to process the information.
Hannah knew she had to be honest, to tell him everything. “I'm sorry, Max. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it felt so good, so right. I just couldn't resist him.”
Max felt a pang of jealousy hit him in the chest at her words, hearing her admit to wanting another man but there was also an undeniable thrill that came with it too, a thrill that he had only ever fantasized about.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto hers, “tell me everything.”
Hannah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Why don’t I show you instead?” Hannah said, her voice trembling slightly, her fingers nervously brushing against the remote on the bed. She pressed play on the television, and the screen flickered to life, revealing the footage of the backyard in all its full colour, HD glory.
Max’s breath hitched as the footage of his wife coming out into the garden in her dressing gown started to play on the screen.
Hannah patted the bed beside her, encouraging Max to join her, her eyes never leaving his face, still unsure how this would go.
Max however was fully focused on the screen as he subconsciously moved across the room to the foot of the bed and sat down, as if in a trance.
He watched transfixed as Hannah’s robe dropped to the floor and revealed her sexy bikini clad body as she settled herself down on her towel.
“He was working in the kitchen,” Hannah started, narrating as Max watched on, “and I hadn’t expected him to be so….manly and handsome,” she continued, “so when I noticed him checking me out when I first answered the door, I decided to just tease him a bit, a bit of harmless fun,” Hannah said as she watched herself on the screen.
“I was really nervously to start with, letting another man see my body so exposed, so vulnerable, all alone with him just feet away, but there was something kind of exciting about it too., a weird thrill at showing off my body to him.”
She could tell, given he hadn’t interrupted and was still watching that he wasn’t too angry and might actually be enjoying it and that alone gave her the confidence to continue.
She let her hand drift and rest of his thigh, her finger lightly brushing across his chinos as she resumed her story.
“I liked the idea of him looking at me baby, him perving on my body, your wife’s body in such a tiny bikini. I was already so fucking horny, and I just wanted him to look, to want me. It made me feel sexy, like when we when we roleplay, but this was real and it was intoxicating.”
Hannah turned her attention back to the screen and watched herself now making a show of stretching to get Danny’s attention, her back arching off the towel, tits pushed out, her bikini top straining, barley containing them.
It was sort of surreal watching herself like this on the screen, knowing what was to come, knowing what she was going to do next.
“You might want to get your cock out for the next bit baby,” she encouraged, “it kind of gets pretty hot from this point,” she said, gripping his thigh and smiling.
Max still hasn’t said a word but stood up, unbuckling his trousers and pulling them down with his boxers in one motion.
Hannah couldn’t help but smile when she saw that his cock was already rock hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum as he settled himself back down beside her, his legs spread a little wider now.
“Knowing he was watching me, his eyes all over my body was so fucking hot baby. I could almost feel his gaze burning into me and I began to imagine all the thing he might do to me, if he had the chance, this handsome stranger that had your wife all himself,” she purred.
“Would you have encouraged me if you were there baby? Would you have wanted me to show off for him, let him see what he couldn’t have?” Hannah whispered into his ear, and Max immediately wrapped his fingers around his cock, starting to gently stroke himself as he continued to stare at the screen, listening to her words.
“I would baby,” he responded finally, his voice low, slightly hoarse with desire as he slowly wanked. “I would have encouraged you to show him everything, let him see how fucking sexy my wife is, how slutty she can be.”
“Mmmm such a naughty boy,” Hannah purred, “well lucky for you that’s exactly what I did, I made sure he was watching me and started touching myself right in front of him.”
That bit hadn’t happened yet on the screen and Max turned to look at Hannah, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement.
“You played with yourself in front of him,” Max asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand still stroking his cock, his eyes locked onto hers.
“Mmmhmm,” Hannah confirmed, her voice low and sultry, “I wanted him to see me, to want me. I wanted him to know that I was horny, that I needed to be fucked.”
Max groaned at her words, his hand moving faster now, his grip tighter around his cock as she spoke.
“Do you think he knew you were a cuckold before I let him fuck me?” Hannah asked nonchalantly and Max felt a jolt of arousal and humiliation at her words, his cock throbbing in his hands. “He didn’t ask about you once, didn’t check if you’d be mad,” she teased.
“I really wanted his cock though baby, a real man’s cock deep inside me, using me, owning me, so I put on a little show for him, to let him see how unsatisfied I am, how desperate I was to be fucked properly,” she continued, her voice low and sultry.
Max was stroking himself even harder now as he watched Hannah’s hand slip into her bikini bottoms on the screen.
“He must have thought I was such a whore, touching myself like that so openly, right in front of him,” Hannah murmured, her voice dripping with arousal. “But I wanted him to know that I wanted him, that I was his for the taking, that I am a whore, especially for a big dick.”
“He probably assumed my husband was a pathetic little cuck, a man so incapable of satisfying his own wife that she had to resort to practically begging to be fucked by strangers,” Hannah continued.
“I could feel his eyes on me, all over my body, watching me as I rubbed my clit for him, as I teased myself, getting myself nice and wet and ready for his big cock. I was so desperate for him to fuck me, so desperate to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me up like you just can’t.”
Hannah watched as Max stroked himself to the image on the screen, her hand buried in her bikini bottoms, and she remembered how self conscious and nervous she had felt but also how fucking turned on and hot it had been masturbating in front of another man.
The thought sent a thrill through her, at how daring and reckless she had been, at what it had led to.
“Mmmm such a good boy stroking yourself to your wife masturbating for another man. Is it embarrassing knowing how turned on I was, how badly I wanted him that i was willing to degrade myself like that?”
Max could only groan, his eyes fixed on the screen, his hand stroking faster. “It’s so fucking hot baby,” he managed to say, his voice ragged.
“This is the bit where I properly show him my pussy, fully on display, offering it to him, wet and ready as I finger myself in front of him,” she said proudly. “I only used two fingers, do you think he thought that’s because your little cock is probably only that big and that’s all I’m used to, your pathetic little cock,” she spat, looking down at Max wanking.
Hannah was now enjoying herself, getting more and more turned on herself as she teased and humiliated her husband as he continued to pleasure himself.
She knew she was in control now, that she had him right where she wanted him.
“Watch closely baby, this is where I give him a real show, where I let him see just how much of a slut I can be,” she whispered into his ear, her voice low and sultry.
On the screen, Hannah had sat up and was squeezing and groping her own tits as she rubbed her clit hard and fast.
“I was staring right into his eyes whilst I was doing that baby, watching the look on his face, his desire for me, his hunger to have me.”
Max groaned, his hand moving faster now, his grip tighter around his cock as he watched his wife's fingers pulling at her nipples as she frantically worked her clit.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you’re the only one playing with themselves as you watch me,” Hannah purred. “I’ve already had a huge cock today and now I'm addicted to feeling so full and owned, i need more, as many as i can get.”
She stood up and Max tore his eyes off the screen to see where she was going. Hannah moved around the side of the bed to the bedside table, her hips swaying. She opened it and rummaging inside before pulling out her big black dildo.
“He was about this size,” Hannah said, holding the dildo up for Max to see as she moved back round to the foot of the bed.
Max continued to watch her, his eyes fixed on the dildo as she sat back down, spreading her legs wide and pulled her cum soaked bikini bottoms aside, letting him get a good look.
“Look at how used and gaped he made me baby,” she said proudly, looking down at herself. “You can still see his load leaking out of me, I can still feel it deep inside of me,” she purred, a mischievous smile on her lips, starting to grind the fat head of the dildo against her clit.
“Such a pathetic little cuckold stroking your little cock as you stare at your wife’s stretched, used, cum filled pussy,” she groaned. “I bet you want to taste it don’t you baby, bet you want to lick my pussy clean and see how good a real man’s load tastes,” she teased.
“But you’re not allowed, you don’t deserve it, you only get to watch and wank from now on. Now that you’re a proper cuckold you’ll have to get used to not getting your own way,” she scolded, “my pussy makes the decisions now, and she only wants huge cocks.”
“Did you ever imagine you’d actually get to see your wife’s pussy leaking another man’s cum for real? I bet you feel so pathetic and humiliated now, knowing I’ve had a bigger, better cock then yours, that I’ll forever be comparing you to him.”
Max groaned at her words as she started to slide the thick black toy through her wet folds, the shaft glistening with her arousal and the cum still leaking out of her.
“Now watch and wank whilst a real man gives your wife what you can’t, what you never could,” Hannah whispered, her voice dripping with malice and arousal. “He fucked me so fucking good, it was the best I’ve ever had.”
She too watched the screen where Danny stood towering over her, about to climb on top of her and claim her as his own.
Max’s eyes flicked over to his wife who was watching intently, the dildo now positioned between her legs, teasing her entrance, ready to push it inside herself.
Hannah was going to time it with Danny entering for the first, intent on reliving the experience with her husband now present, to remember that intoxicating feeling.
Max resumed watching, stroking his cock slowly now, desperate to hold off as long as he could before cumming to the footage of his wife finally being fucked by another man, finally cuckolding him, something he never thought he’d see for real.
Max watched on as Danny lowered his hips, entering Hannah for the first time and heard her groan beside him and she pushed the dildo inside herself slowly.
It usually took a minute or two before she could the whole thing but she was already so wet, so fucking stretched from Danny, that she took the full length in one go.
“Fuuuuck,” she groaned as she felt it filling her, her mind instantly flashing back to Danny’s cock inching inside her, the way it had felt so different from Max’s, so much bigger, so much harder.
“Watch how good he fucks me baby,” she whispered, her voice low and breathy as she began to slowly rock her hips, the thick black dildo sliding in and out of her cum filled pussy.
“He was so fucking thick, he stretched me so fucking good, but look how much of a slut I am,” she said, her voice dripping with arousal and humiliation. “I took him all baby, took all that big cock like a good girl, you should be proud of your slut wife taking suck a huge dick, tell me your proud of me baby,” she asked, looking over at him.
Max turned to look at her, his eyes locking with hers as she continued to fuck herself.
“I’m so proud of you baby, you’re such a good wife taking a strangers big cock and cheating on me,” Max groaned.
“You’re going to have to get used to that now baby, to seeing your wife like this, to knowing that I’m not yours anymore, that I belong to bigger, better cocks that actually give me what I need,” she continued, her voice low and sultry as she fucked herself harder with the dildo, trying to replicate Danny’s punishing thrusts.
“Stroke that little cock baby, make yourself cum all over yourself whilst you watch how your wife needs to be fuck, how I’m going to be fucked from now on,” she taunted, “cum like the pathetic cuckold you are, you wanted this, you wanted me to cheat on you.”
“Get a good look baby,” she said, spreading her legs wider. “I’m pushing his cum even deeper inside me with my dildo baby, I want it to get me pregnant. It’s going to be covered in his cum, it was such a big load, thick and deep, not like your weak watery cum, do you want to see a real man’s cum,” she asked, her voice breathy.
“Yes,” Max groaned, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster, eyes flicking between the screen and his wife beside him.
Hannah pulled out the dildo, groaning at the loss and it was coated in her juices and Danny’s thick, white cum. She held it up to him, letting Max see how covered it was.
“Look at how much of his cum your wife took,” she said, her voice dripping with pride and arousal. “Just think about how much is still deep inside me, still marking my unprotected fertile cunt, your wife’s cunt.”
“Fuck,” Max hissed, his hand tightening around his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked at the gum covered dildo.
Hannah lowered the dildo towards Max’s cock. “Look at how much bigger he is than you, you’ve never satisfied me, not like a cock this size can,” she spat, rubbing the dildo covered in another mans cum across the head of Max’s cock.
Max’s cock twitched in response and he groaned again.
“Use a real man’s cum as lube to wank with whilst you watch your wife getting fucked, what a pathetic little cuckold,” she taunted, before pushing the cum covered dildo back inside of her.
Max was struggling now, Hannah’s words, actions and the footage on the screen were too much for him and he was starting to lose control.
“Watch how submissive I can be for a real man,” Hannah purred, impressed by her own performance on screen.
“Look at how desperate I am to please him, getting on my hands and knees like a good little slut for his huge dick, offering myself up to him like a fucking whore.”
Hannah’s voice was thick with arousal as she watched the screen, her fingers digging into the sheets as she rocked back and forth, the dildo sliding in and out of her with a wet, obscene slapping sound.
Max’s breath hitched as he watched his wife’s ass wiggle, her juicy cheeks jiggling. The way she was presenting herself—so vulnerable, so *hungry*—made his cock throb painfully in his hand. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“I’ve never done that with you,” Hannah whimpered, her voice trembling with arousal. “You’re not dominant enough to make me do that, to make me submit like that. But he was, he made me his little bitch, his little fuck toy, and I loved it. I loved being used like that, being filled up and owned by him.”
Max groaned, his hand moving faster now, his grip tighter around his cock as he watched his wife on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, as Danny grabbed her hips and started to pound into her.
“He was so fucking rough with me baby, so fucking dominant, he knew I was his to use, his to fuck.
He grabbed my hips so fucking hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, leaving bruises, marking me as his. I loved it, I fucking loved it. I wanted him to mark me, to claim me, to make me his,” Hannah groaned, her voice thick with arousal as she watched herself on the screen, her body moving in time with Danny’s thrusts, the dildo sliding in and out of her with increasing speed and force.
Max was panting now, his hand a blur as he stroked his cock, his eyes flicking between the screen and his wife beside him. He could feel the familiar tingle in his balls, the pressure building, his orgasm approaching.
“You’re not allowed to cum until you’ve watched him cum inside me,” Hannah said, her voice low and demanding, her fingers digging into his thigh as she continued to fuck herself with the dildo. “You’re going to have to watch how your wife gets filled with another man’s cum for the first time, how she gets pregnant with his baby. That’s the ultimate humiliation for you isn’t it? Cumming to the knowledge that your wife has been bred by another man, that I fucking begged for it, begged for him to fill me up, to own me and mark my pussy as his property.”
Hannah was close now, her own dirty talk pushing her closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing as she fucked herself harder and harder with the dildo, her fingers digging into Max’s thigh as she held on for dear life.
“Watch how he uses me baby, watch how he forces my head down and fucks me like the slut I am,” she groaned, her voice thick with arousal as she watched herself on the screen, her body being pounded by Danny’s thick cock.
Max was struggling to hold back now, his hand a blur as he stroked his cock, his eyes locked onto the screen, watching as Danny’s body tensed, his hips slamming into Hannah’s ass one last time as he let out a loud groan, knowing his cock was pulsing inside her, filling her up with his cum.
Hannah’s body convulsed as she watched, her own orgasm ripping through her, her fingers digging into Max’s thigh as she fucked herself hard with the dildo, imagining it was Danny’s cock still inside her, filling her up.
”Cum in me Danny, flood my pussy with your superior seed, I’m yours, my pussy is yours,” she moaned, her voice raw and desperate, her eyes locked on the screen.
Max’s breath hitched as he watched Hannah’s body shudder, her back arching as she screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she came hard with it buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Cum you pathetic little cuck,” she spat, her orgasm still coursing through her, her voice dripping with disdain. “Cum to the image of your wife getting filled up by another man, cum to the thought of me being pregnant with his baby, not yours.”
Max groaned as his cock pulsed and spasmed in his hand, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting out and coating his thigh as he shuddered through his own orgasm, his eyes still locked on the screen, knowing his wife had just been bred by another man.
Hannah fought to catch her breath as she slowly pulled the dildo out of her pussy, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She looked down at the thick, glistening shaft, coated in her juices and Danny's cum, and felt a surge of satisfaction and power.
"Look at this, Max," she said, holding the dildo up for him to see. "This is what a real man's cum looks like. This is what your wife's pussy looks like when she's been properly fucked,” she said parting her legs wide again and using two fingers to spread her pink, swollen pussy lips apart.
“Look at that fucking gape,” she purred, looking down to inspect herself, “I don’t think I’ll ever be tight again, I don’t want to be tight again,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I want to be stretched and used, I want to be a sloppy, used up mess like this all the time, I want to be a fucking cum dump.”
Max groaned at her words, his eyes fixed on her pussy.
“You like that don’t you baby, you like seeing your wife’s pussy all used up and messy, you like knowing that it’s not yours anymore, that it belongs to bigger, better cocks than yours,” Hannah said, her voice low and sultry as she continued to spread herself open for him.
“You like knowing that I’m going to be like this all the time now, that I’m going to be a fucking mess, a sloppy, used up whore for any man who wants me.”
Max groaned again, his eyes fixed on Hannah’s pussy, watching her fingers tease her swollen, cum-filled lips.
“You’re going to have to get used to seeing me like this baby, you’re going to have to get used to knowing that I’m not yours anymore, that I belong to other men now,” she continued, her voice dripping with malice and arousal, “that I’m always going to have another man’s cum inside of me.”
Hannah leaned forward, her fingers reaching down to scoop up some of the thick, warm cum that had spilled from Max’s cock and pooled on his thigh. She watched his eyes widen as she lifted her fingers, coated with his cum, in front of his face.
“Look at this, Max,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “your pathetic little cum, so weak and watery compared to Danny’s thick, creamy load.”
She brought her fingers closer to his face. “Suck it off, you pathetic little cuckold,” she commanded, leaning forward and pressing her fingers into Max’s mouth. “Taste your own cum , taste how weak and pathetic it is. This is what you’ve been reduced to, a man who can’t even satisfy his own wife, who has to watch her get fucked by other men and clean up their cum like a good little cuck.”
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Hannah’s, before he opened his mouth and took her fingers inside, sucking off his own cum as she demanded. The taste was bitter and salty, a stark reminder of his own inadequacy.
“Good boy,” Hannah purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watched Max suck her fingers clean.
“Now that you’ve tasted your own pathetic cum, let me show you what a real man’s cum tastes like.”
Hannah stood up from the bed and moved in front of Max, spreading her legs. She looked deep into his eyes as she slide two fingers into her
pussy, scooping out a thick glob of Danny's cum. She held her fingers up to Max's mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
"Taste him, Max," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. "Taste the man who fucked your wife, who filled her up with his cum. Taste the man who made me scream, who made me beg for more."
Max hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and taking Hannah's fingers into his mouth, sucking off the thick, creamy cum. He groaned as the taste hit his tongue, so different from his own, so much richer and more satisfying.
“So fucking pathetic,” Hannah sneered, watching him closely. “You better get used to tasting another man’s cum because that won’t be the last time. Maybe next time I cheat I won’t even tell you, you can find out when you’re licking my pussy and you taste a stranger’s load,” Hannah said, her voice dripping with malice as she pulled her fingers out of Max’s mouth.
Max groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of Hannah cheating on him again, of him finding out by tasting another man’s cum in her pussy.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you pathetic little cuckold? You’d like to be kept in the dark, to be humiliated like that,” Hannah continued, her voice low and sultry as she moved back around the bed and sat down next to him.
“Now I want you to text Danny and politely ask him to come round tomorrow and fuck your wife again,” she instructed. “And make sure you tell him that you’re incapable of satisfying me, and that you need him to come over and take care of me.”
Max’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her. “You want me to *ask* him to fuck you again?”
“Yes, I want you to be the one to do it,” Hannah replied, her voice dripping with malice. “I want you to be the one to beg him to come over and fuck me again. I want you to be the one to tell him that you’re a pathetic cuckold who can’t even keep his wife satisfied.”
Max groaned, his cock twitching at the thought of having to ask another man to fuck his wife.
His brain was still reeling from the sheer audacity of Hannah’s demands, but he knew better than to argue with her when she was in this mood. He pulled out his phone and began typing a message to Danny, his fingers trembling slightly as he wrote:
*"Hey Danny, Hannah needs you to come over again. She says you’re the only one who can satisfy her properly. I’m a pathetic cuckold and can’t ever give her what you do. Please come over and take care of her."*
Max hesitated for a moment before sending the message, his stomach twisting in knots. He knew Hannah was watching him, her eyes locked onto his phone, waiting for him to press send.
“Send it,” Hannah whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Let him know how desperate you are, how much you need him to fuck me again.”
Max’s fingers hovered over the screen, his mind racing with a mix of shame and arousal. He knew Hannah enjoyed this, the power she had over him, the way she could make him feel so small and pathetic. He pressed send, his stomach twisting with a mix of humiliation and excitement.
Hannah leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “Good boy,” she purred, “now go and pick the outfit he’s gonna fuck me in tomorrow, I want to look sexy for him.”
The End.