Throat-Fucked While She Pegs My Wife

You Know That Secret Thrill You’ve Been Hiding… The One That Whispers in the Dark Corners of Your Mind?

Dear Reader,

You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That quiet, insistent tug deep inside when you stumble across those forbidden stories online—the ones where a devoted husband watches his wife surrender to a stronger, more commanding man… and then finds himself drawn in, tasting the power, submitting in ways he never imagined.

It’s not just curiosity; it’s a craving. A fantasy that’s been building, layer by layer, every time you let your guard down. The jealousy that stings like fire, but oh, how it burns so good. The humiliation that twists your gut, yet leaves you aching for more. The bisexual pull—the forbidden line crossed—that makes your pulse race and your body respond in ways you can’t deny.

I know because I’ve been there. And if you’re reading this, you’re ready to go deeper. You’re not a beginner anymore; you’ve peeked behind the curtain. But what if I told you there’s a world where that curiosity explodes into full-blown addiction? Where the bi cuckold life isn’t just a fleeting thought—it’s your new reality, amplified, intensified, until every nerve screams for release.

Let me show you. Step by step. Because this isn’t just a story. It’s your story. And by the end, you’ll see why thousands like you have crossed over… and never looked back.

The Spark You Can’t Ignore: When Vanilla Cracks and the Real Hunger Emerges

Imagine this: You’re Mark, a solid guy in your thirties—good job, loving wife named Claire, the kind of life everyone envies. Claire’s stunning—petite frame with curves that turn heads, auburn hair that falls like silk, and eyes that hold a spark of mischief you’ve always loved.

Your sex life? It’s fine. Comfortable. But lately, in the quiet hours, you’ve found yourself scrolling forums, reading about cuckolds. The idea of watching her with another man… it starts as a whisper. A what-if. But soon, it’s a roar. And buried deeper? That bi curiosity—the thought of not just watching, but joining. Tasting. Submitting.

You confess one night, over wine, your voice shaking. “What if… we explored?” Claire’s eyes widen, but not in shock—in excitement. “I’ve thought about it too,” she admits, her hand sliding up your thigh. “But let’s make it real. Let’s push you—all the way.”

Your heart pounds. Jealousy flares, but so does desire. You agree to rules: safe, consensual, no turning back once it starts. Little do you know, this is the door to your deepest triggers—the emotional rush of loss and gain, the psychological high of surrender.

The First Tease: Building the Tension That Hooks You Forever

We start small, but intense. Claire finds him online: Steven, a bi bull—tall, muscled, with a confident grin and a body built for dominance. We meet at a discreet hotel bar. Claire in a tight red dress, cleavage teasing, her laughter light as she flirts with him. You sit across, sipping scotch, the jealousy hitting like waves—watching her touch his arm, lean in close. It’s painful, exquisite. Your cock stirs, betraying you.

Up in the suite, Steven takes charge. “Strip her,” he commands you. Your hands tremble as you unzip her dress, revealing lace lingerie hugging her perfect breasts, her ass round and inviting. Steven watches, smirking. “Now kneel and watch.”

He kisses her deeply, hands roaming, pinching her nipples until she moans. The sound pierces you—your wife, lost in him. Emotional storm: pride crumbling, arousal surging. She glances at you, whispers, “This is for us.”

He lays her on the bed, spreads her legs, his thick cock—bigger than yours—teasing her entrance. She begs, “Fuck me.” He slides in, stretching her, her cries filling the room. You watch, frozen, the slap of skin hypnotic, her breasts bouncing. Jealousy burns, but it’s fuel—your hand moves to your cock without thinking.

Then the bi hook: Steven pulls out, slick with her, and steps to you. “Taste her on me.” Your mouth waters. You lean in, lips parting, taking his heat—the musky salt of Claire mixed with his power. It’s humiliating, thrilling. Claire watches, fingering herself: “My bi cuck… so hot.” The trigger hits—vulnerability, the forbidden line crossed. You suck deeper, throat working, tears pricking from the stretch.

Amplifying the Desire: The Point of No Return Where Cravings Explode

He doesn’t let you finish him. Back to Claire, pounding harder, her orgasms ripping through her—three, four, waves that leave her shaking. “Clean her,” Steven orders. You dive between her legs, lapping his cum from her swollen pussy—bitter, warm, intimate. While you do, Steven positions behind you, lubed fingers probing. “Your turn, cuck.”

The burn as he enters—intense, then ecstasy, his cock hitting that spot. Claire strokes your hair: “Take him for me.” Emotions peak: jealousy fades into compersion, joy in her pleasure mirroring yours. He thrusts, grunting, you eating her, the room a blur of moans. You cum hands-free, spilling everywhere, the prostate high overwhelming.

Steven fills you, marking you inside. We collapse, Claire kissing us both. But the night builds—Steven invites a friend next time, a bi domme named Barbara. In our home now, they tie you lightly, make you watch Barbara peg Claire with a strap-on while Steven fucks her mouth. Tension amps: ropes biting, your cock dripping untouched.

Untied, the frenzy: Barbara pegs you while you suck Steven, Claire riding your face. Switches endlessly—cleaning cum from everyone, tasting mixed essences, begging for more. Psychological payoff: the humiliation heals and strengthens your bond with Claire. You’re addicted—the cravings intensified, every fantasy trigger pulled.

The Climax: Total Surrender and the Psychological Payoff You Crave

Now imagine the peak—a group night. Steven, Barbara, another bull. You’re bound, watching them ravage Claire: double penetration, her screams echoing. Untied, you’re the center—sucking, pegged, filled, cleaning loads from her while they use you. Tension builds to explosion: cum everywhere, bodies slick, emotions raw—jealousy alchemized into pure ecstasy.

By dawn, you’re spent, but transformed. Claire holds you: “My perfect bi cuck.” The payoff? Deeper love, endless desire. This isn’t fantasy—it’s your next step. Dive in. The heat awaits. What are you waiting for?

Cross over… and never look back.

The Furnace of Flesh: Aria’s Relentless Descent – Sensory Overload in Bi Cuckold Ecstasy

The room was a furnace of flesh and firelight, every breath pulling in the thick, heady cocktail that had been brewing for hours: the sharp tang of fresh sweat, the earthy musk of arousal-soaked skin, the faint metallic bite of lube hanging in the air like ozone after lightning, and underneath it all the sweet-salty ghost of cum that clung to everything—Claire’s inner thighs, my lips, the leather ottoman now slick and darkened beneath her.

Claire’s Afterglow – The Intoxicating Cleanup

Claire’s body still quivered in aftershocks, thighs parted wide, the creamy white rivulets of Daniel’s release sliding slowly down her swollen, flushed folds—each slow drip catching the amber glow from the dying fire, glistening like molten pearl before vanishing into the crease where thigh met ass.

The scent rising from her was intoxicating: her own honeyed musk sharpened by the bitter-salt overlay of him, warm and primal, coating the back of my throat every time I inhaled.

I was still buried between her legs, nose pressed to the soft mound above her clit, tongue dragging in long, deliberate strokes—first circling the engorged pearl of her clit, feeling it pulse under the flat of my tongue like a second heartbeat, then dipping lower to scoop the thick, warm mixture leaking from her entrance.

The texture was obscene: silky-smooth cum sliding over velvet inner walls, the faint grainy edge where it had begun to cool, the way it clung to my lips before I swallowed, coating my tongue in layers of salt, bitterness, and her lingering sweetness.

Every swallow sent a fresh jolt straight to my cock, already painfully rigid again, the head slick and weeping pre-cum that dripped in slow, heavy strings onto the hardwood below me.

Aria’s Arrival – The Air Shifts, The Heat Intensifies

Then the door opened.

A rush of cooler night air sliced through the heat for one heartbeat, carrying the crisp bite of pine from outside—before the door clicked shut and Aria’s presence flooded the space like spilled ink.

She moved barefoot, silent except for the soft creak of leather as her harness shifted with each step. The sheer mesh bodysuit hugged her like smoke made solid—every curve, every hardened nipple pressing dark and insistent against the fabric, the shaved mound below outlined in perfect, teasing relief.

The strap-on jutted forward, thick black silicone ridged like armored scales, already gleaming with a fresh coat of lube that caught the firelight in wet, liquid flashes. The scent of it hit me next—warm vanilla base undercut by something darker, almost chemical, mingling with the faint leather-and-skin smell of her harness digging into her hips.

She stopped behind me. One small, strong hand twisted into my hair at the crown, yanking my head back with sudden, precise force. My scalp burned; my neck arched. The motion pulled my mouth free of Claire with a wet, obscene pop—strings of cum and saliva stretching from my lips to her glistening pussy before snapping.

Aria’s face hovered above mine, dark eyes glittering, lips curved in that sharp, knowing smile.

“You smell like both of them already,”

she murmured, voice low and smoky, breath brushing my cheek.

“Good.”

Aria Claims the Mouth – Sensory Assault Begins

She pressed the tip of the strap-on to my lower lip—warm silicone, slick, the vanilla-lube scent flooding my nostrils as she smeared it across my mouth like gloss. The ridges caught on the soft inner flesh of my lips; I could feel the subtle texture, the slight give of the toy under pressure.

“Open wider.”

I did. She slid in—slow, deliberate—every ridge dragging over my tongue, stretching the corners of my mouth, filling the roof until the harness leather pressed flat against my chin.

Saliva pooled instantly, spilling over my lower lip, dripping in warm threads down my chin and onto my chest. The weight of it pushed against the back of my throat; I gagged softly once, twice, then forced myself to relax, breathing through my nose, inhaling the mingled scents of lube, her skin, and the faint trace of Claire still clinging to the toy from earlier use.

Behind me, Claire let out a low, broken moan—watching, fingers lazily circling her clit again, the wet sounds of her own arousal audible even over the crackle of the fire.

Aria fucked my mouth with measured patience—short, shallow thrusts that let me taste every contour, every ridge bumping over my tongue, saliva bubbling at the corners, running in rivulets down my neck, cooling against heated skin.

My cock throbbed untouched, leaking steadily now, each drop hitting the floor with a tiny, wet pat.

“Good boy,”

she purred, voice vibrating through the silicone into my mouth.

“Get it dripping. You’re going to feel every inch of this inside your wife while you choke on the taste of her.”

She pulled free with a wet suck, leaving my lips swollen, shiny, strings of spit connecting me to the glistening head like obscene spider silk.

Aria Takes Claire – The Relentless Rhythm

She turned to Claire.

“Hands and knees. Ass high. Show him what he’s about to watch.”

Claire scrambled into position—knees sinking into the leather, back bowed sharply, ass presented, the creamy evidence of Daniel still leaking in slow, viscous trails down her inner thighs. The firelight painted her skin gold and shadow, highlighting every quiver, every goosebump.

Aria knelt behind her, gripped the base of the strap-on, and dragged the ridged head along Claire’s soaked slit—once, twice—coating it in the slick mix of cum and arousal until it shone. Claire whimpered, hips rocking back instinctively.

“Look at your husband,”

Aria ordered.

Claire’s head turned; our eyes locked—hers glassy with lust and love, pupils blown wide.

Aria pushed in—one long, inexorable slide—burying the entire length until the harness slapped flush against Claire’s ass. Claire’s cry ripped through the room—sharp, raw, half-pain, half-pleasure—her fingers clawing at the leather, knuckles white.

Then Aria began to fuck her. Hard. Deep. Relentless.

Each thrust drove a wet slap of harness against skin, the ridges dragging audible friction sounds from Claire’s body—schlick-schlick-schlick—her inner walls clinging visibly to the toy on every out-stroke. Claire’s breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples grazing the ottoman with every forward rock, leaving faint wet trails.

Her moans fractured into gasps, then cries, then wordless keening as Aria ground the base against her own clit, low grunts slipping from the domme’s throat.

Daniel Joins – Dual Assault, Total Overload

Daniel moved behind me then—rough hands spreading my cheeks, the blunt head of his cock—still slick from Claire—nudging my entrance.

“Eyes on her,”

he growled.

“Watch while I fill you.”

He pushed in—slow burn stretching into fullness, the familiar ache blooming into white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against mine.

The dual assault hit like a shockwave: Aria pounding Claire inches from my face, the harness slapping rhythmically, Claire’s cries vibrating through the air; Daniel claiming me from behind, long strokes dragging over my prostate with brutal precision, his hand wrapping around my cock and stroking in counter-time.

Every sense overloaded:

• The wet symphony of penetration—slaps, squelches, choked gasps.
• The scents—Claire’s honeyed release, Daniel’s musk, Aria’s vanilla-lube, my own pre-cum sharp in the air.
• The taste still coating my tongue—cum, lube, Claire, Aria.
• The sight—Claire’s body rocking, ass rippling with every thrust, face contorted in bliss, eyes locked on mine begging me to feel it too.

Aria reached forward, fisted Claire’s hair, yanked her head back.

“Tell him,”

she snarled.

“Tell your bi cuck how deep I am.”

Claire’s voice shattered on every word:

“So… fucking… deep… Jake… stretching… me… open… every… ridge… hitting… everything… oh god—”

The words were gasoline on my fire.

Daniel’s pace turned punishing—short, brutal thrusts that slammed my prostate relentlessly. His hand flew on my cock, slick with my own pre-cum.

The Breaking Climax – Shattering Release

Aria pulled out of Claire with a wet suck—the strap-on gleaming, coated in thick cream—and stepped to my side.

She grabbed my jaw, forced my mouth open, and fed the toy back in—deep, relentless—making me taste every inch of my wife’s release mixed with Daniel’s earlier load.

“Clean it,”

she hissed.

“Swallow while he breeds you.”

I did—sucking, gagging, swallowing—the humiliation searing through me like lightning, pushing me right to the brink.

Claire shattered first—screaming Aria’s name, body convulsing, pussy clenching on nothing, a fresh gush of her arousal dripping onto the ottoman.

Daniel buried deep and erupted—hot, thick pulses flooding me, his groan rumbling against my back.

The overload snapped me.

I came—hard, violent—ropes of cum arcing onto the floor, untouched except for Daniel’s fist, my whole body seizing as waves ripped through me, prostate milking every drop while Aria’s strap-on fucked my throat in shallow, claiming strokes.

Aftermath – The Promise of More

When it ended, the room spun—sweat cooling on skin, breaths ragged, hearts hammering in unison.

Aria withdrew the toy, wiped it slowly across my cheek—leaving a warm, slick trail—then crouched, cupped my face, and kissed me deep, slow, tasting everything we’d all shared.

“Good cuck,”

She whispered, lips brushing mine.

“You were made for this.”

Claire crawled to me, trembling, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our kiss was messy, cum-smeared, salt and love and exhaustion and endless promise.

The fire popped softly.

The night stretched ahead—dark, hot, endless.

And I was already aching for the next descent.

The descent never ends – only deepens.