Watching the Other Man: A Taboo Tale of Surrender, Humiliation, and Forbidden Desires

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I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was so out of character for me, but I couldn’t withstand the lure of forbidden desires.

My husband, John, had been working late a lot lately. I knew he was stressed with his job, but it felt like our relationship was suffering because of it. We hadn’t had sex in weeks, and I was starting to feel neglected. It wasn’t just about the physical act, though. I missed the intimacy, the closeness that had all the time been between us.

One day, I decided to surprise him. I put on a new sexy lingerie set, lit some candles, and waited for him to come home. I heard the door open and turned around, ready to greet him with a smile. But instead of John, there was a stranger standing in my living room.

He was tall and muscular, with short dark hair and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a suit, but he looked like he belonged in a fitness magazine rather than a company one.

“Who are you?” I asked, backing away slowly.

“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong address,” he said, looking just as confused as I felt.

I let out a sigh of relief and told him it was okay. I assumed he was here to see one of our neighbors, or maybe he worked for a delivery business.

But as soon as I turned my back, I heard a noise and turned around to see him standing right behind me. His hand gripped my hair and he pulled my head back, exposing my neck.

“I lied,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not lost. And neither are you.”

He forced my head down and pushed me onto my knees. I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me towards his crotch. I struggled for a moment, but then I felt his cock growing hard against my lips and all resistance melted away.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the front door opening. Panicked, I pulled away from the stranger and crawled towards the bedroom, hoping to hide before John could see me like that.

But then I heard John’s voice, calling out a greeting to the stranger.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to them talk. They seemed to know each other, but I couldn’t make out the exact words they were saying.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I crept back towards the living room to get a better look.

What I saw there made me freeze in my tracks.

John was sitting on the couch, his pants around his ankles, and the stranger was on his knees in front of him. He was licking and sucking on John’s cock, and John had his head thrown back in ecstasy.

I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them. But then the stranger turned towards me, a wicked grin on his face.

“Don’t just stand there,” he said, gesturing for me to come closer. “Join in on the fun.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then my lust overtook my hesitation, and I crawled over to them, my eyes locked on John’s face.

The stranger pulled me towards him and motioned for me to take over while he moved to the side.

I started to lick and suck on John’s cock, feeling it grow even harder in my mouth. The stranger watched us for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“I want to watch you get fucked by him,” he said. “That’s why I brought him here.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. It was such a taboo idea, but it was also incredibly arousing.

John looked down at me, his eyes full of desire. “Do you want that?” he asked me.

I nodded, too turned on to put my desire into words.

The stranger smiled and stood up, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He was wearing nothing underneath, and his cock was already rock hard.

He gestured for me to come closer, and I crawled towards him obediently. He flipped me over onto my back, and then John was on top of me, his cock sliding into my wet pussy.

I felt so exposed and vulnerable, with the stranger watching us so intently. But the pleasure of being filled up by John was almost overwhelming.

The stranger started stroking his cock, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted to join in, to take me as well.

John was thrusting harder now, and I felt myself begin to come undone under his touch. I reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me.

And then the stranger was there, his cock pushing into my ass. The pain was intense at first, but then it turned into pleasure as he started fucking me with long, slow strokes.

I was in a daze of pleasure, feeling like I was being used and abused by these two men. But it was like nothing else mattered except for the feeling of their cocks inside me.

I heard John moan and felt him begin to come, and that was all it took for me to climax as well, my pussy clenching tightly around him.

The stranger pulled out of me and came all over my back, his cum mixing with John’s on my skin.

We all lay there, panting and sweaty and completely sated. The stranger got dressed and left, giving me a last wicked grin as he disappeared out the door.

John and I were left alone in the living room, trying to catch our breath. I knew that this wouldn’t be the end of our adventures with the stranger; something about him had awakened a dark, forbidden desire inside me, and I didn’t think I could withstand it.

As John pulled me into a tight embrace, I knew that our relationship had changed forever. We had surrendered to our deepest, most taboo desires, and there was no going back. But I also knew that I didn’t want to, not when it felt so good to give in.

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