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Watching Me With Bikers: A Cuckold Story
(Nicola Nichols)

We'd had a good thing going for a time, Freddy and I. Before we were married, I thought he was this nice rich guy. And he showed me a good time, taking me to nice place one. Then he'd taken me to a stuffy cocktail party. I'd been bored... with the party and with Freddy. I started flirting with other men, hoping to make Freddy jealous. If he didn't respond, maybe I'd luck out with one of the guys at the party. I was feeling slutty and I really pushed it, touching guys when I knew Freddy was watching. But instead of upsetting him, it turned him on, aroused some animal in him.



At one point, he whispered in my ear. "I'll give you whatever you want if you can make one of these jerks come in his pants," he said.



I liked the nature of that challenge, and the flicker of something special in Freddy's eye as well. So I picked out a somewhat desperate looking guy and and rubbed my pussy against the guy's crotch as we talked. As he grew flushed, I turned up the heat, slipping behind him and touching that lovely bulge until he came.



Freddy was delighted. He took me home from that party, stripped me naked, and fucked me hard, overwhelming me in his eagerness. It was the best fuck ever. And then he tied me to his bed, arms and legs outstretched. My mouth was dry as he began hitting me with his belt, striking my pussy and tits. He tormented me for half an hour before I came, shrieking out at the top of lungs. Then he got between my legs and slow fucked me. It seemed like he fucked me for hours before I welcomed the sweet flood of cum inside my cunt. In the night, he retied me, face down on the bed. Then he spread my ass cheeks apart and, with me protesting, screaming, he shoved his swollen prick in my ass. It was incredible and he was Mister Stamina, reaming my ass out until I screamed out my orgasm.



Naturally, I wanted more of that. But the next morning he was all nice guy again.



Over time, thinking about the evening, I worked out ways to reach that trigger. At first I told him stories about fucking guys I picked up while he was at work. The first time, it set him off wonderfully, but quickly he realized that they were just stories. He wanted to believe them, but his dick didn't. 



I thought about really doing it, but I couldn't believe that telling him would be anything more than another story to him. I needed something more powerful. He'd like seeing me make a guy come, so that was a lead. As an experiment, I set up a webcam in the bedroom. Then, when I met a guy at the market who hit on me, I brought him home. I blew him, had him eat my pussy, and then let him fuck me. I recorded it all, being careful to position us so that Freddy would have a great view when the man's hard cock entered my mouth and pussy. I made sure he had a great shot of me swallowing his cum.



Again, the first time, it worked. Freddy liked watching, but... "it isn't real," he said. "It's a recording."



"But it is real, Freddy."



"It was real," he said.



It seemed that he needed to know it was happening. To be there when it happened, like at the party. "So you want something more," I said.



He just shrugged. That meant yes. So I decided I needed to up the game.