Four Lovers, One Cuck – Cum-Soaked Ecstasy

I never imagined my life would spiral into this intoxicating web of desire, jealousy, and raw, unfiltered pleasure. But here I am, your devoted copywriter of the forbidden, weaving this tale from the depths of my own fantasies and the whispers of countless readers who’ve begged for more.

As a specialist in adult content, I craft these stories in the first person to pull you in, make you feel every pulse, every gasp, every forbidden touch. This one? It’s a bi cuckold odyssey, where boundaries blur, emotions ignite like wildfire, and the thrill of surrender becomes an addiction. Let me paint it for you, stroke by stroke, until you’re lost in the heat.

The Steady Husband and the Spark

My name’s Kevin, and I’ve always been the steady one—the reliable husband, the guy who fixes things around the house and plans romantic dinners. Svetlana, my wife, is the spark that lights my world: a fiery redhead with porcelain skin, curves that beg to be traced, and eyes that hold secrets deeper than the ocean.

We’ve been married for seven years, and while our love is rock-solid, our bedroom had grown predictable. Missionary under the covers, soft kisses, gentle climaxes. It was safe, but safety can be a cage.

The Confession That Changed Everything

One night, over a bottle of merlot, Svetlana confessed something that shattered that cage wide open. “Kevin,” she whispered, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, “what if we invited someone else into our bed? Someone who could… push us further.”

My heart raced, a mix of fear and arousal flooding my veins. I’d harbored secret fantasies—browsing forums late at night, reading about cuckolds who watched their wives with other men, the humiliation twisting into ecstasy. But bi? That was a layer I’d only dared to imagine in my darkest moments.

We talked for hours, her voice husky with excitement as she described her desires: not just any man, but one who could dominate us both, blur the lines between straight and something more fluid. “I want to see you submit too,” she said, her lips brushing my ear. “Feel another man’s strength while I watch, then join in.”

The idea terrified me, but my body betrayed me—hardening instantly at the thought. We set rules: consent always, safe words, and no strings attached. Little did I know, this would awaken a bisexual cuckold beast inside me, one that craved the emotional rollercoaster as much as the physical release.

First Encounter: Ryan Takes Control

Our first encounter was with Ryan, a chiseled Adonis we met through a discreet app. He was bisexual, confident, with broad shoulders, a trimmed beard, and tattoos that snaked across his chest like promises of sin.

We arranged to meet at an upscale hotel suite, the kind with plush king beds and dimmable lights that cast everything in a golden, seductive glow. Svetlana wore a sheer black lace dress that hugged her ample breasts and flared at her hips, her nipples already peaking with anticipation. I was in slacks and a button-down, feeling like an extra in my own life story.

Ryan arrived with a bottle of champagne and a smirk that said he knew exactly what we wanted. We popped the cork, the bubbles fizzing like the tension in the air. Svetlana flirted shamelessly, her hand on his knee, laughing at his jokes while I sat across from them, my pulse thundering.

Jealousy gnawed at me—seeing her eyes sparkle for him—but it morphed into something hotter, a desire to witness her unravel.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Ryan suggested, his voice low and commanding. Svetlana led the way, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Once inside, he took control. “Strip for me, both of you.” Svetlana obeyed first, peeling off her dress to reveal matching lace panties and a garter belt, her full breasts bouncing free, rosy nipples begging for attention. I followed, my cock already straining against my boxers, feeling exposed under his gaze.

Ryan approached Svetlana, his hands roaming her body with possessive ease. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she moaned, arching into him. “Watch, Kevin,” he said, locking eyes with me. “See how she responds to a real man.”

The words stung, fueling my cuckold fire. I sat on the edge of the bed, palms sweaty, as he kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth while his fingers dipped between her thighs. She was soaked—I could hear the wet sounds as he teased her clit, her gasps filling the room.

Emotionally, it was a storm: pride warring with submission, love for Svetlana deepening as I saw her pleasure unfold. She glanced at me, her eyes hazy with lust, and whispered, “This is for us, baby.”

Ryan pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. His cock was impressive—thick, veined, curving slightly upward. He rubbed it against her slick folds, teasing, before sliding in inch by inch. Svetlana cried out, her hands clutching the sheets, her body stretching to accommodate him.

The sight was mesmerizing: her pale skin flushed pink, breasts heaving with each thrust, the slap of his hips against hers echoing like a symphony of sin. Jealousy twisted in my gut, but it only heightened my arousal—my cock throbbed, untouched, leaking pre-cum.

Ryan noticed, grinning wickedly. “Come here, cuck. Taste us.”

My heart pounded as I crawled closer. He pulled out, his shaft glistening with her juices, and guided it to my lips. I’d never been with a man, but the desire had simmered in me for years. I parted my lips, taking him in—the salty tang of Svetlana mixed with his musky essence overwhelming my senses.

It was humiliating, exhilarating; sucking the cock that had just claimed my wife. Svetlana watched, her fingers circling her clit, moaning encouragement. “That’s it, Kevin. Be my bi cuckold. Submit to him for me.”

Ryan groaned, his hand in my hair, thrusting gently into my mouth. The fullness, the heat—it awakened something primal. Emotions surged: vulnerability, excitement, a deepening bond with Svetlana as we shared this forbidden act.

He didn’t let me finish him; instead, he pulled away and plunged back into her, fucking her harder now, her moans turning to screams. She came first, her body convulsing, pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Then, the ultimate cuckold ritual: “Clean her up,” Ryan ordered. I dove between her legs, lapping at her swollen folds, tasting their combined release. It was bitter-sweet, degrading, yet so intimately connecting.

While I did, Ryan positioned himself behind me, his hands on my hips. “Your turn,” he growled. Lubed fingers probed me first, stretching, preparing. The burn as he entered was intense, but pleasure followed—his cock filling me, hitting spots I didn’t know existed.

Svetlana stroked my hair, whispering, “Feel him, love. Let him own you like he owns me.” The dynamics shifted: I was the center now, sandwiched between my wife’s tenderness and Ryan’s dominance.

He thrust rhythmically, grunting, while I continued eating her out. Emotions peaked—jealousy faded into compersion, joy in her pleasure mirroring mine. I came hands-free, spilling onto the sheets, the prostate stimulation overwhelming.

Ryan followed, filling me with hot spurts, marking me as his. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked and spent. Svetlana kissed us both, her eyes shining. “That was perfect,” she murmured.

As Ryan dressed and left, we held each other, the afterglow cementing our bond. But it was just the start.

Sophia Enters the Picture

Months later, we craved more. Enter Sophia, a sultry bisexual woman with olive skin, raven hair cascading to her waist, and a body built for sin—pert breasts, a narrow waist flaring into hips that swayed like an invitation. She was dominant, experienced in cuckold play, and eager to explore our bi dynamics.

We met at our home, the familiarity adding intimacy. Sophia wasted no time. “On your knees, both of you,” she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel.

Svetlana and I knelt, naked, as she circled us in a leather corset and thigh-high boots. She bound our wrists with silk scarves—soft bondage that heightened vulnerability. “Svetlana, you’re mine first,” she said, pulling my wife to her feet and bending her over the couch.

Sophia’s tongue delved into Svetlana, lapping with expert flicks, while her fingers pinched nipples to the point of pain-pleasure. Svetlana writhed, her moans muffled against the cushions. I watched, bound and helpless, my cock aching.

The jealousy was different this time—seeing Svetlana with a woman stirred a feminine energy in our play, making me yearn to join.

Sophia noticed. “Come taste her with me, cuck.” She untied me partially, guiding my head beside hers. Our tongues met over Svetlana’s clit—hers soft and probing, mine eager. The bi spark ignited; kissing Sophia while we pleasured my wife, our mouths slick and hungry.

Emotions swirled: desire for both women, a cuckold’s thrill in serving.

She strapped on a dildo next—sleek, curved, vibrating—and took Svetlana from behind, the harness slapping rhythmically. Svetlana’s cries filled the room, her body quaking.

Then Sophia turned to me: “Bend over, bi boy.” I complied, ass up, as she entered me slowly. The fullness was divine, her hips grinding while Svetlana watched, fingering herself. “Fuck my husband,” Svetlana urged, her voice breathy. “Make him beg.”

I did beg, the prostate hits sending shockwaves. Sophia’s hand reached around, stroking my cock in time with her thrusts. The dynamics were electric: Svetlana’s dominance emerging as she directed, my submission complete.

We switched—Svetlana pegging me while Sophia rode my face, her juices dripping down my chin. The scents, the tastes—musk, sweetness, sweat—created an immersive sensory overload.

Climax built in layers: Svetlana came from my tongue, Sophia from the strap-on’s vibrations against her clit, me from the dual stimulation. Post-orgasm, we cuddled, emotions raw—love, trust, the high of shared vulnerability.

The Group Gathering – Ultimate Surrender

Our adventures evolved. We hosted a small gathering: Ryan returned, joined by Sophia and a new bull, Maksim—tall, dark-skinned, with a cock like a work of art. The room thrummed with anticipation.

They bound me to a chair first, wrists and ankles secured, forcing me to watch as they worshipped Svetlana. Ryan and Maksim took turns fucking her mouth and pussy, Sophia licking wherever she could. Svetlana’s body glistened, her moans a chorus of ecstasy.

Jealousy hit hard, but it fueled the fire. “Look at your wife, cuck,” Maksim taunted, his deep voice rumbling. “She’s ours now.”

When they untied me, the bi frenzy began: sucking Maksim while Ryan fucked me, Sophia pegging Svetlana beside us. Hands, mouths, cocks everywhere—a tangle of desires. I tasted everyone: Svetlana’s sweetness, Ryan’s salt, Maksim’s earthiness, Sophia’s spice.

Emotions peaked in the group release: cum spilling, bodies shuddering in unison. The aftermath was tender—Svetlana and I reaffirming our core, the others adding layers to our love.

Emotional Alchemy

This bi cuckold life? It’s not just sex; it’s emotional alchemy. Jealousy becomes fuel, submission strength, desires shared like sacred secrets.

If you’re reading this, perhaps it’s stirring something in you. Dive in—the water’s hot, deep, and utterly transformative.

The room pulsed with heat and anticipation, the air thick with the scent of arousal—musk, perfume, fresh sweat, and the faint metallic tang of lube. We had transformed our living room into a private den of sin for the night: heavy blackout curtains drawn, only a few strategically placed floor lamps casting warm amber pools across the hardwood.

In the center stood our oversized sectional sofa, now pushed back to create open space, and a sturdy padded bench we’d bought specifically for nights like this. Soft jazz played low from hidden speakers, the bassline syncing with the quickening heartbeats in the room.

The Scene is Set

Svetlana knelt naked on the plush rug, wrists loosely bound behind her back with black silk rope—more decorative than restrictive tonight, a reminder of her surrender. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, strands already sticking to her flushed skin. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples dark and erect, begging for attention.

She looked up at the four of us with that perfect mix of defiance and hunger that always made my stomach twist deliciously.

Ryan stood to her left, shirtless now, jeans unbuttoned, his thick cock already half-hard and glistening from earlier teasing. Maksim was on her right—tall, broad-shouldered, skin like polished ebony, his erection straining upward in proud, heavy arcs, veins prominent along the shaft.

Sophia lounged on the arm of the sofa behind Svetlana, still in her black leather corset and thigh-high boots, one leg crossed over the other, idly twirling a slim riding crop between her fingers.

And me—Kevin—the devoted bi cuckold husband—naked, kneeling a few feet away, hands resting on my thighs palms-up in the submissive posture Sophia had taught me, cock throbbing untouched between my legs, a thin string of pre-cum already stretching toward the floor.

The Rules

Sophia spoke first, voice low and velvet-smooth.

“Tonight, Svetlana is our shared toy. And Kevin…” She tilted her head toward me, lips curving. “…is our eager little cleaner and hole. No one cums until everyone has had their turn using both of them. Understood?”

A chorus of affirmatives—deep grunts from the men, a breathy “Yes, Mistress” from Svetlana, and my own hoarse “Yes, Sophia.”

The Worship Begins

Maksim moved first. He stepped in front of Svetlana, gripped the base of his impressive length, and tapped it lightly against her cheek—once, twice, a third time—leaving faint wet streaks across her skin.

“Open,”

he rumbled.

Svetlana parted her lips immediately. He fed her the head slowly, letting her adjust to his girth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue swirling, eyes watering slightly but never breaking contact with his.

Ryan watched for a moment, stroking himself lazily, then moved behind her. He dropped to one knee, spread her thighs wider with strong hands, and buried his face between her legs. The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue lapping at her folds filled the room—slurping, sucking, deliberate.

Svetlana moaned around Maksim’s cock, the vibration making him growl low in his throat. Her hips rocked instinctively, grinding back against Ryan’s mouth.

Sophia slid off the sofa arm and came to stand beside me. She crouched, her corset creaking softly, and wrapped cool fingers around my aching shaft—just holding, not stroking.

“Watch closely, cuck,”

she murmured against my ear.

“See how beautifully your wife takes cock. See how wet she gets for them.”

I couldn’t look away. Maksim was fucking Svetlana’s mouth now—slow, controlled thrusts, not too deep yet, letting her breathe. Saliva glistened on her chin, dripping onto her breasts.

Ryan pulled back for a second, lips shiny, and slid two thick fingers inside her. Svetlana’s back arched, a muffled cry escaping around the cock filling her throat.

Sophia’s thumb brushed the sensitive underside of my glans—just once—making me jerk.

“Not yet,”

she warned.

“You don’t get relief until they’ve all marked her… and you’ve cleaned every drop.”

The words sent a fresh surge of pre-cum leaking from me. She smiled, wicked and knowing.

Double Penetration & Cleanup

Ryan stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind Svetlana. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock along her dripping slit, coating himself in her arousal, then pushed in—slow at first, savoring the way her body yielded.

Svetlana’s moan turned guttural, vibrating down Maksim’s shaft. Ryan bottomed out with a satisfied groan, hips flush against her ass.

They found a rhythm almost instantly—Maksim thrusting into her mouth, Ryan into her pussy, rocking her body between them like a perfect instrument. Her bound wrists twisted uselessly behind her back; her breasts swayed with each impact.

The wet slap of skin on skin, the slick sounds of penetration, her choked moans—it was symphony-level filth.

Sophia finally released my cock and stood.

“Your turn to serve, Kevin.”

She guided me forward on my knees until I was directly beneath Svetlana’s swaying body. From this angle I could see everything: Ryan’s thick shaft disappearing into her stretched pink folds with every thrust, the way her clit swelled, glistening, begging.

Sophia pressed my face upward.

“Lick.”

I obeyed instantly. My tongue found her clit, circling, flicking, tasting the tangy flood of her arousal mixed with Ryan’s leaking pre-cum. Every time he pulled back, I lapped at the creamy ring where they joined. Svetlana shuddered violently above me, her thighs trembling.

Maksim pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. He stroked himself slowly, watching me eat his partner’s wife while Ryan fucked her.

“Such a good little bi cuck,”

Maksim said, voice deep and amused.

“Clean her while she gets railed. You love the taste of another man on her, don’t you?”

I could only moan into Svetlana’s pussy in answer.

The Climax Cascade

Ryan’s pace quickened—short, hard thrusts now. Svetlana’s cries grew desperate, muffled against Maksim’s thigh as he fed her his balls to suck.

Sophia crouched again, this time behind me. I felt cold lube drip between my cheeks, then her fingers—two, then three—working me open with practiced ease.

“Time to join properly,”

she purred.

She positioned the vibrating strap-on she’d donned earlier—sleek, black, ridged—and pressed the tip against my hole. I gasped as she sank in, slow and relentless, filling me until her hips met my ass.

The dual sensation was overwhelming: tongue on Svetlana’s clit, Sophia’s strap-on stroking my prostate with every thrust, the sight and sound of my wife being used by two hung men.

Ryan came first—growling, hips slamming forward, burying himself deep as he unloaded inside Svetlana. I felt the first hot pulse against my tongue, tasted the thick flood of his cum leaking out around his shaft.

He held still, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep—then slowly withdrew.

Maksim took his place immediately, not giving Svetlana a second to recover. He slammed in, using Ryan’s cum as extra lubrication, fucking her with long, punishing strokes. More of the creamy mixture oozed out—right onto my waiting tongue.

I lapped greedily, swallowing the filthy cocktail of two men’s seed mixed with my wife’s juices. Sophia fucked me harder now, the vibrator buzzing against my prostate, pushing me dangerously close to the edge.

Svetlana came then—shattering, screaming around Maksim’s cock as he fed it back into her mouth. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, forcing another thick gush of cum onto my face. I drank it down, dizzy with the taste, the smell, the sheer depravity.

Maksim followed seconds later—pulling out at the last moment to paint Svetlana’s face and open mouth with heavy ropes of white. She swallowed what landed on her tongue, the rest dripping down her chin, onto her breasts.

Sophia pulled out of me abruptly, leaving me clenching around nothing, desperate.

“Clean her face, cuck,”

she ordered.

I rose on shaky knees. Svetlana turned her head toward me, lips parted, cum streaked across her cheeks and eyelashes. I leaned in and licked—slow, reverent—cleaning every drop from her skin, sharing the taste with deep, messy kisses.

She moaned into my mouth, tongue tangling with mine, passing the salty essence back and forth.

Ryan and Maksim watched, stroking themselves back to hardness already.

The Night Truly Begins

Sophia unclipped Svetlana’s wrists, helped her lie back on the bench.

“Now,”

she said, voice dripping with dark promise,

“we’re going to fill both of you at the same time… and Kevin is going to take every load they give him while he watches his wife get bred again.”

Svetlana reached for my hand, squeezing.

“I love you,”

she whispered, eyes glassy with lust and adoration.

“I love you more,” I rasped back.

And then the night truly began—hours of rotating positions, cocks sliding from one hole to another, mouths and hands everywhere, cum swapped, swallowed, smeared across skin. A beautiful, filthy ballet of dominance, submission, and shared ecstasy.

By dawn we were exhausted, sticky, marked, and closer than ever—four lovers and one devoted bi cuckold, bound tighter by every depraved act we’d shared.