St. Charles, Illinois, February 15th, 2026

It hadn't happened yet. She was in the hands of the stud, gliding over her hips, mutually naked and horribly horny. But by definition, her paramour hadn't penetrated her below; he hadn't entered. Fae was, in her husband Dylan's unspoken reckoning, still untainted, not yet a cheater-through, and he was not yet cucked.

Dylan watched shell-shocked from his living room sofa. Fae was on his high-def television screen. She was in a hotel bed straddling a strange, hot, gifted man. And what a man; unnamed, untamed, a motherfucker. Dylan had a view of her gracile back and her cute ass hovering over a big pair of semen-filled balls. Her thin, delicate fingers wrapped around the cock below her, guided it to her crotch, and lined it up. She stirred the glans at her entry, smearing pre-cum like applying lipstick.

Fae's friend, and total slut, Mia, sat beside Dylan on the sofa in her red lingerie. She rubbed Dylan's thigh as they watched the screen together, and she commented, her voice low, "It's going to be OK, Dylie. It's just flesh-into-flesh; it doesn't mean anything. Don't think too much, just watch." How supportive. She's the bitch who colluded with Fae and egged her on, Dylan knew that! Mia cheated on her husband months ago and made the poor guy swallow it like a good boy. That must've stood as comforting, inspiring proof to Fae that a wife can cross that line, and it won't cost her the marriage. And now here they were.

Dylan couldn't help but think that wasn't just flesh-into-flesh, but the most private, exclusive, intimate part of his wife's body. It was the gate into her he'd entered himself when they first fell in love; it was the deep warmth that bound them forever, the moist, acidic, tangy path through which she passed their newborn into the world and into his arms, the most sanctified orifice and life-bearing portal. And leaving meaning aside, Fae's pussy felt so snug and well-textured to fuck! She was going to give that paradise between her legs to a new man! Intolerable, but inevitable.

And then, without announcement, it happened. Fae gently pressed that cock in, tilted her hips so slightly, and into her hole the head slipped. Only the head, and she stopped there. "Oouiuu..." she cooed.

Dylan let out a long exhale. "Oh, my fucking Christ."

Mia smiled and planted her lips on Dylan's ear. "There she goes, just like that."

Fae raised her hips just as slightly as she had lowered, and removed her lover's cock-head from herself. Looking over her shoulder into the camera phone she'd set up for Dylan to watch her. "Are you handling it alright?"

Dylan's heart was thundering, he felt his pulse in his throat, and his mouth was dry. Mia spoke for Dylan, "He's doing fine, Fae-Fae."

Fae hesitated. "Are you sure? Maybe that's enough for tonight."

Mia slapped Dylan's thigh as he sat quietly stunned, as if to show that he was tough enough to take it. She sat straight to object. "I'll worry about him. You worry about riding it, Fae."

Fae's reluctance persisted. "But I did it, didn't I? Isn't that enough?"

Dylan sat dumb and transfixed. Mia shook her head. "Fae, that's just the tip, and the tip doesn't count. You need to sink the full length and girth of him, then we'll talk. Please, girl, don't joke."

Fae turned and faced her lover. She ran her finger along his sharp, stubble-jawline. She sighed and leaned in to kiss him. "You're right. You know, he's so gorgeous, Mia. Thank you for introducing us."

Mia smiled. "Fae honey, it's time."

Dylan's face turned pale, his hands felt numb, and he consciously reminded himself to breathe. He mumbled, "It'll be fine. I'm fine."

Mia said it louder for Fae, "He says he's fine. See?"

Fae steadied her lover's cock and then once again popped the head into her woman-hole. She planted one hand on his pectoral and rubbed her clit with her opposite hand, then pivoting on her knees and hips, lowered herself onto it slowly, driving him deeper and deeper, "Dylan?"

Dylan didn't blink; his mouth hung open, and he mustered an inaudible, "Yes?" All Fae's husband could see was her slender back to him, her artful shoulder blades gliding with her repositioning hands, her showered-damp black hair hanging between them, her feminine back cleft and dimples of Venus, her narrow waist and proportionally wide hips, and then scandalously the stranger's full nut sack glistening beneath her, its hot, fluid content ready tonight to rush up his shaft to empty into her. He saw Fae's pussy lips stretched open taut around that slick thickness; he saw her pink insides gripping and being pulled on the slow out-stroke.

Mia spoke for him, "He's fine, he's fine. The important thing, how are you feeling, Fae?"

Fae took her lover's penetration, in-out-in, short 3-to-4 inch strokes she controlled. "He's nice. Very nice." His coronal ridge strumming her pleasantly, she repeated herself, "Very nice."

As Fae carefully half-bounced on it, Mia seemed frustrated. "Fae?"

Fae mumbled, looking at her lover's face and into his eyes as she continued and angled her crotch to rub her clit into him. "Mmmm-Yeah?"

Mia leaned forward, peering into the screen. "Girl? Are you not understanding? Dylan needs to see you take it all in. I mean, as in... balls deep. Or know what? Yeah, forget him, you need it. Do it for you."

Dylan negotiated. "Fae, you made your point. If you..."

Fae interrupted him, "Dylan, stop! I came this far."

Mia gave Dylan a pinch on his arm. "She came this far, be supportive," and then spoke to Fae, "Get it, girl. You got this."

Dylan saw Fae's pretty little anus pucker and bulge as the angle of penetration set her paramour's rod cramming hard into her recto-vaginal septum. She was stuffing more and more of that meat into herself, and she let out a moan. "That's too much!"

Dylan worried. "Don't do too much, Fae! Please, you'll... y-ou'll be s-sore."

"Sometimes a woman wants to feel sore afterward," Mia said, resting her head on Dylan's shoulder.

Fae nodded, her hair bobbing. She stood in the bed and held her lover's hand, not to lose her balance, to turn 180 degrees facing the camera. Then she squatted; she'd ride him reverse cowgirl. "Let me try like this."

This view was different in the way abstract art, or a sword swing for that matter, strikes one differently depending on the angle. Dylan had full sight of Fae's angelic face, her golden eyes under her black bangs glancing furtively into the camera, her chest and neck flushed pink, her medium-small tits subtly moving with her shifting movements, and now her wide open legs as they appeared from the front; her black patch of pubic hair, her sexy navel, a faint appearance of abdominal muscle, a single modest belly fold as she crouched. Her paramour held his cock straight for her as she lowered and he re-entered. On her knees now, Fae began rocking, with each rocking motion taking in more and more of her lover's dick, bit-by-bit, "Dylan? Dylan?!" She could see him watching and demanded he acknowledge... everything.

Dylan snapped to, "Fae. Yes. I'm here. I'm watching."

"I love you so much." Her mouth fell open, her brows furrowed, her nose scrunched up, she clasped her lover's knees and shins to endure the pleasure, then dared to reach straight down and grope those heavy balls, "I love you so much, Dylan, don't be angry with me," she begged her husband with a fleshy, spilling-over handful of another man's testicles.

Mia spoke for Dylan, placing her index finger over his mouth to hush him, "Dylan isn't angry. He's here watching, like he said."

At the top of Fae's pubic pad, above it really, at the lowest point of her abdomen before finding the pelvic bone, a mound formed. As Fae lifted an inch, it shrank and vanished, and as she lowered it reappeared. Looking down, chin-pressed-to-sternum, Fae noticed it. Glancing straight ahead and making eye contact with Dylan, she noticed that he noticed it, too. She placed her middle fingertip on it, and she rubbed. "Is that? Oh? Oh."

Mia answered, "That's what it is, a beautiful lower belly cock bulge. Have you never seen one? Not with Dylan?"

Fae ran her fingertips along her labia where they formed a tight, sensitive seal around her lover's shaft, "I can't believe how... how..."

Dylan sat forward, "Does it hurt, Fae?"

Mia snickered, squeezed Dylan's thigh, and looked down at his lap to regard his bare genitals, "It hurts good, I promise. Her and you both." and with her pinky finger, she plucked at his erection like a spring doorstop.

It's true, Dylan thought, his erection had returned. He placed his hands over it, but Mia took him by his wrists, and barely able to contain her laughter, implored his wife to witness, "Fae! Quick! Look at your husband's hard-on!"

Dylan struggled for a minute. He clearly had the physical power to shuck Mia off, but he allowed her to half-tackle him and hold his hands up over his head, her bountiful breasts shoved right in his face. Fae could see him, his hubby dick standing in excitement for what she was doing on screen. "Mia, leave him alone, be nice."

Mia let go of Dylan's wrists, and he laid his hands palms-down on his thighs, allowing Fae to see his tumescence. Fae put a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she gyrated her hips into her lover. "You like it that I like it, honey?"

Dylan nodded, "No. Maybe. I don't know."

Mia quickly kissed Dylan on his cheek like he was a doll, a toy, "You do like it. You know you shouldn't like it, but you know you do like it. No. You adore it. Look at her. What is she doing, Dylan?"

Fae reared back, propped on her arms, elbows locked, her hair hanging in her lover's face, her breasts jumping with each dropping down onto him, her ass clapping, and she took it harder and faster, "Look at me, Dylan. Please."

Dylan assured her, "I am."

Fae clenched her teeth and winced, her eyes rolled white and closed, "Fuck, look at me!"

Dylan saw her foamy cream collected around the base of her lover's cock, she was taking it all in, and she dropped-dropped-dropped on it at such a pace that the bed creaked, "I'm looking at you, Fae."

Fae bit her lip and roared, "Am I a slut?!"

Dylan didn't know the right way to answer. Mia nudged him, and quietly she coached him. "Tell her she is."

Fae looked angrily into the camera, sweat beads on her forehead. "Dylan!? Am I a slut?!"

Dylan answered, "You are. You're a slut."

Fae's voice turned worried, sad even. "But do you still love me?"

Dylan fell over his own words, "Y-yes! Fae, I still love y-you."

Fae pursed her lips inward and closed her eyes, as if in an expression of bitter-taste, turning her face away from the camera and into her own shoulder, she let out a deep cry, "Mmmm-eu-eu-eu!" and pulling her hips up and off the stick she rode, she squirt her Skene-spray, once, twice, thrice... her chest heaving, her stomach rolling, and she threw herself over into the bed.

Mia wrapped her fingers around Dylan's sensitive rod, and without so much as a single stroke, he was already at the brink of ejaculating. But he held it in, and Mia enjoyed the sensation of him throbbing in her constricting palm. "Some sight, isn't it? Has she ever O'ed like that with you? Never mind, she's told me enough. Poor Fae has had to wait so long, all pent up to finally get what she deserves out of a fuck. No more duty sex, not tonight."

Mia stroked Dylan slowly, together they watched Fae position herself on her hands and knees, looking into the camera so her breasts hung like creamy drops on an alabaster ceiling, minimal cleavage forming between them; not flat-small but too small to create that part. Her amber eyes peered directly into Dylan, under her brows, brooding, as her paramour positioned himself behind her. Her lover spread her thighs and took her by her hips, pulling her into him, mounting her from behind like an animal mates. For once, her lover spoke, "This is my slut. Mine!"

Mia looked to Dylan to see if he'd counter that claim, but he didn't flinch. She rubbed it in. "You heard him. Fae is his slut. His-his-his and not yours. You agree, don't you?"

Fae's mouth dropped open, and her eyes closed as she took her lover's thrusts. Her tits bounced forward in semi-circles until her lover reached under her and groped them, nicely mashing them, fully concealing them beneath his spanning paws. Smack-smeck-smick, their sweaty bodies sounded faster and faster. Fae began to moan in a deep womanly pitch with the rhythm, "M-mm-m-mmph!"

Dylan felt a warm, wet sensation as Mia lowered her head into his lap and began sucking his dick. He looked down to see the back of her head, up-down-up-down, and her hair everywhere. Fae, seeing this, seized her chance to make this a shared marital moment in a special way. "Dylan, I have to tell you something."

Dylan lay his head back on the sofa, but his eyes remained on the screen. "Please tell me."

Fae exhaled, her voice shaking, and she said it with announcement in her tone, "My stranger boy is going to cum inside me."

Dylan shook his head, but Fae spoke before he could object, "Yes, yes... yes. He is. I want this. But I need you to let it go in Mia's mouth, baby. OK?"

Dylan took it for yet another game with conditions. "Or else what?"

Fae frowned. "Or else nothing, Dylan. I just want to do this with you. Can we do this together?"

Mia continued her blowjob, pulling her hair out of the way so that Fae could see Dylan's dick entering her mouth for herself. Dylan nodded and agreed, "Yes, OK, we can do it together."

Dylan watched the screen as the stranger fucked his wife at a faster, harder pace. Fae's entire body jolted backward and forward, her hair becoming a mess, taking the pounding from behind, her lover's sack swinging and slapping into her clit. Fae lowered and buried her face in the blanket, but her ass remained high in the sky and surrendered totally to her paramour's absolute deep dick-drilling.

Mia rolled her tongue around Dylan's shaft, pressing it into his cock hole and swirling it, then making an airtight vacuum of her mouth. The ticklish-texture of her tongue and then the ridges of the roof of her mouth along his glans, and the way her soft lips ringed his shaft, and then the sight of his wife on screen wincing and panting with a stud slamming into her made him begin to cum. His core tightened, his cock pulsed, his perineum pumped, and he heard Fae squeal, "Awww-euuuh-sshhhhii-Dylll-aaan... um-eum-am.. he's filling me, he's filling me!"

Her lover ran his hands down her back, enjoying the shape of her body, the sensation of her smooth, pale skin, and her firm, bouncy ass. He groaned, unloading his balls and spilling them out through his long cock right into her cul-de-sac, bathing her cervix. "Dylan, he did it inside me."

Mia, hearing this, Dylan's dick still planted deep in her mouth, took hold of his nuts and squeezed them together. Trying to escape her grip, he burst in her mouth, and like a nursing calf, she stubbornly refused to let him pull free. He spurt, and she swallowed; he spurt more, and she swallowed more, drinking him down and following him halfway across the sofa, her face locked to his groin, feeding, sucking. He just about cried in pleasure. "Urh, Ah! Ah.. fuck.. enough, enough." and she released, drool down her chin, her eyes pink and satisfied, and her mouth clean inside, empty.

Dylan's eyes returned to the screen. Her lover had exited out of frame, and Fae sat alone nude on the foot of the hotel bed. She was peering down as if navel gazing, but lower, she was examining her well-used, stretched out pussy. She stood and neared the camera. Without warning, it dripped. White. Goopy. Runny. Down her thigh. She clamped her hands over her face as she smiled the widest she could and turned redder than he'd ever seen. "Don't look! Oh shit! Look away!" and she keeled over back onto the bed laughing, giggling, panting with amusement, shame, triumph.

Dylan reached for a sofa cushion and placed it over his saliva-soaked privates. "Fae. Is it over? Where is he?"

Fae ignored him a moment; her lover came over, still nude, and she lay on the bed hanging over the side. He bent and French-kissed her. She remained quiet and watched the man dress, saying something Dylan couldn't quite hear, and then, with a polite little wave, she signaled that he had just left. Dylan heard the hotel room door open and shut back, a faint beep as it auto-locked. Fae sat up facing her phone camera. "Mia? Thank you, that was wonderful."

Mia, with a smug vindicated expression, asked, "See? Was I right to take your car and leave you no escape?"

Fae snickered, "No turning back, no cold feet. That's what you said. And look, I did it."

Mia gave a cute womanly clap-clap-clap; wrists together, "Yeaaah? I mean, come on. You slayed."

Mia clasped Dylan's face between her hands and gave him a light tap-tap on his cheeks, "Congratulations, you two. Eric and I commemorate his Cuck Day every year by... well, you can guess what we do. His is on Halloween, that's the first time he watched me. Yours, I guess, will be the day after Valentine's, right?"

Fae nodded. "We'll have to do it every year on your Cuck Day, Dylan," she said it with such finality, that was that, the way it was going to be. She said it like she had practiced saying it.

"Fae, we agreed it was only one time." Dylan's eyes watered, brimming with tears.

Fae raised her eyebrows and spoke in a soothing voice, "Oh? Dylan, we'll talk about it later. Don't cry."

Fae turned to Mia. "Send me the recording."

Recording?! Of course! Dylan realized the whole thing had been screen-shared via Mia's phone. She had it stored in her device! "Delete it!" he demanded.

Mia took a moment tapping into her screen, and showed it to Dylan, "Chill out, psycho-cuck. Deleted, there, see? Happy?"

He heard Fae's phone buzz through the television with a notification. Mia explained, "I sent your wife the only copy. For memory's sake."

"Thank you, Mia, you're a living goddess," Fae said so sweetly.

Mia hand-gestured to herself, "Don't mention it. Bad bitches, it's who we are. But hey, remember, you have something to give your husband while it's still fresh and hot from the oven."

"Oh, right! Dylan, babe, come pick me up. I want to go home, now please." Fae said, half-polite, half-spoiled.

Mia lay back on the couch, crossed her legs, and looked to Dylan, "You two will have an interesting ride home. Drive safe."

Dylan turned to the screen. He stopped a moment to watch Fae get dressed in her hotel room. Her clothes went back on like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, and she expected him to come pick her up, as if, but of course. How could she put her bra and panties on over her body she'd just given over to a man she barely knew? How could she slip back into her blouse and skirt with a pussy full of some handsome stranger's sperm? How could she take it for granted Dylan would drive there, open the passenger's side door for her, and take her home? She asked once more, "Dylan, I'm ready to go. I'll wait. Call when you're here, and I'll tell you my room number." She picked up her phone, "Love you, see you soon," and she ended the call.

With a minute to stand, pull up his pants, and fish his keys out of his pocket, Dylan turned, car keys hanging from his finger, and headed out the front door into the night to go get his wife as obligated.