My best Friend Fucked my Wife. I am Cuckold

In a small, cozy apartment, my best friend and I share a secret. Our wives are best friends too, and they decided to spice things up with a little extra excitement. The evening started innocent enough, with the two of them chatting and laughing while we watched TV. But soon, the atmosphere shifted. My wife, a stunning blonde with a smile that could light up the room, started to get flirtatious with my best friend. I was surprised but intrigued, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what was about to happen.

As the night progressed, the two of them slipped away into the bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my curiosity. I couldn't resist the urge to peek in and see what was happening. What I saw was more than I could have imagined. My best friend was already undressing, and my wife was eagerly helping him. They were both smiling, and I could see the excitement in their eyes. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my wife's lips wrap around my best friend's cock. I was shocked, but also incredibly turned on.

As the two of them began to fuck, I watched from the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest. My wife was making sounds of pleasure, and I could see the pleasure on my best friend's face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I was mesmerized. I wanted to join in, but I was also a little afraid. I had always been a cuckold at heart, but never like this. The thrill of watching them, of knowing that my wife was being pleasured by someone else, was like nothing I had ever experienced.

My best friend fucked my wife missionary style, then flipped her over to pound her from behind in doggystyle. He pulled out just in time to fill her with a creamy load of cum, and I couldn't help but watch as my wife cleaned him up with her tongue. She looked up at me with a smile, and I knew that she was enjoying every second of it. I couldn't believe that she was willing to share herself like this, and I was grateful for the experience.

But the night wasn't over. My best friend turned to me and said, "You're a lucky guy. You get to watch." And then he pulled out his cock again, hard and ready. He told me to suck it, and I eagerly complied. I loved the taste of his cum, and I couldn't get enough of it. I felt like a slut, but I loved it. I loved the feeling of being a cuckold, of being used and degraded. And as he came again, I felt a sense of pride knowing that I had helped bring my wife pleasure.