Excerpt from Cuckold Fantasies: Truth or Darewww.amazon.com/dp/B01LW7ZQTQ1. The PartyThis pa

Excerpt from Cuckold Fantasies: Truth or Darehttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LW7ZQTQ1. The PartyThis party was really starting to feel like a drag, Brent thought to himself while he continued nursing the now-warm beer in his hands. Even the beer options were limited to an array of domestic light beers that weren’t helping him to forget just how obnoxious he found Laura’s friends to be. Laura, on the other hand, seemed to be really enjoying herself. These were her friends, after all. She was in a sorority back in college, something that really didn’t seem to Brent to suit her very well until she saw her reconnected with them all. Hell, she had been out of college for seven years now, with Brent for five of those years and married for the last two, yet she still stayed close with most of this group of friends. Brent, on the other hand, had moved a few states away from home for a promotion within his company and most of his friends were just people that he worked with.At one point Brent would have considered himself a pretty decent programmer, but now that he was managing projects and doing what they called “big picture” stuff he was pretty out of practice. His life was primarily paperwork, dealing with his employees while trying to keep his bosses happy, and then there was Laura. That was okay with him, though, because Laura, while she could be a little bit crazy when she gets a few drinks in her, was almost always a blast to be with. Brent had been reminding her to slow down on the drinks throughout the night, but since he was driving she didn’t seem to be overly concerned with it.“Oh c’mon, babe,” she tugged on Brent’s sleeve. “Lighten up a bit.”“I know,” he said. “You know that I’ve gotta go in for a few hours tomorrow in the afternoon, though. I don’t want to be all hungover, they’ll all ride me about it and never let me forget it.”“Alright,” it rolled off of her tongue, her flipping her dark red hair back and giggling. She was quickly approaching 30 but you’d never be able to tell by how much she kept on enjoying herself or how she smiled. She wasn’t in as great of shape as she was when they met, but at the time she was running marathons and was incredibly lean. Now she had put on a little bit of weight, not enough to be chubby, really, but enough to help her fill out some more. Her breasts which had at one time just been perky were now perky and round, and her ass always drove him crazy when she walked away, which she was currently doing, only with his hand grasped in between her fingers. “C’mooon.”“Alright, alright.”“Let’s go see what Wendy and Brit are up to.”They worked their way through some of the crowd from the kitchen through a hallway to the den, which was dimly lit with a mixed group of men and women laughing and having a good time. Brent saw the wily-eyed Wendy squeezed into a chair with some guy that he didn’t recognize and Brittany was down on her knees, her frizzy blonde hair pulled up into a bun and dark red lipstick standing out on her fair complexion. “What’s up mah bitches?” Laura cooed.“Ooh, Lau,” Wendy said, her dark hair falling over her eyes, forcing her to push it back. “Join us.”“What’re you doing?”“Playing truth or dare,” Wendy stuck her tongue out.“Oh great, c’mon Brent, let’s play.”“Alright,” he sighed.“Ooh, umm,” Brittany started. “We’re kinda getting goofy, you guys don’t have to join us…”“Oh bull,” Laura said. “Let’s do this.”Laura stomped through the center, squeezing herself next to Brittany on the carpet, pushed up in between her and Wendy on the chair. Brent just let out a sigh and sat down on the carpet next to a few of the guys, trying to catch Laura’s attention to let her know that he really wasn’t into this, but she was giggling with Brittany, almost spilling her drink. “So Ron it was you,” Wendy said to the guy next to me. “Truth… or daaare?”“You know what? Fuck it,” he threw his hands up. “Hit me with a dare.”“Oookay,” Wendy bit her lip. “Jen told me something about you, and I just gotta know for myself. Sooo I dare you… to whip it out!”The girls all burst out laughing and Ron just shook his head a little bit. “How did I know that was what it was going to be? Damn, woman, you are crazy, aren’t you?”“You chose dare, Ron! Whip it out!”“Alright, alright, alright,” he said, pushing himself up to his feet. “I gotta warn you, though, I’m getting hard already thinking about doing this.”“Perfect,” Laura said. “How else would she be able to find out how big it is?”“Well then, fuck it,” he said, unbuckling his pants, tugging on the button on the jeans until it popped loose and unzipping his fly. “Here it is,” he said, tugging his jeans down along with his underwear. What was one of the biggest cocks that Brent had ever seen flopped out right in front of his face, him flinching back while Wendy giggled on the couch.“Oh my god,” Laura said, spellbound. “Look at the size of that thing, wow.”“So was she right?” He asked.“You’re damn straight,” Wendy said. “Dear lord. That is a fucking hog!”“Thank you,” he said, starting to tug his jeans back up.“No no no,” Wendy interrupted. “You gotta keep it out. Preferably keep that hard, too.”“Alright, alright,” he said, sitting back down and absently playing with his cock, turning to Brent. “So, what was your name again, man?” “Uh,” Brent turned red. “Brent.”“Right, right, so uh, truth or dare, Brent?”“Fuck, I don’t know,” Brent said, trying to regain his composure. There was so much going on, he didn’t forget the look on Laura’s face when Ron pulled his cock out, either. “Truth, I guess?”“Alright, lemme think here, I mean, I don’t know you or anything…”“Ooh,” Wendy shot up. “Let me help you, Ron.”“Okay,” he said, Wendy stepping over Brent and whispering something into his ear.“Oh bullshit, Wen,” Laura said. “You just wanted to get closer to that fat cock.”“Maybe,” she giggled.“Alright, so, fuck,” Ron said. “This is kind of a weird one, but she does know you better…”“I guess she does,” Brent said.“God, this is so fucked, but… Have you ever sucked a cock before, Brent?” He did his best to keep a straight face, almost cracking up while he was slowly stroking his own cock.“What kind of shit–”“Oh c’mon Brent,” Wendy said. “I saw the way you looked at it! Don’t deny it, you’ve sucked a cock or two in your day before, huh? Huh?”“Jesus christ, Wendy,” he said. “No, I haven’t, for your information.”“Oh well excuse me,” she said. “My bad, my b.”“Whatever,” Brent tried to shake it off, noticing that Laura was turning red from laughing so hard. He turned to the guy on the chair with Wendy. “Anyway, what’s your name, man?”“Brad,” he said.“Alright Brad, truth or dare?”“I’m gonna go with truth,” he said. “Because I don’t have as big of a cock as Ron and I don’t want to be sitting here with my cock in my hand like an idiot all night.”“Alright,” Brent racked his mind, trying to think of a way to get back at Wendy. This guy was apparently with her tonight, so he’d try to make things a bit awkward. “Truth then, which of these three women do you find the hottest?”“Oh fuck,” he said. “You putting me on the spot right now, man. I don’t know, I mean, of course Wendy because–”“Oh fuck you, Brad,” she said.“Fine, fine,” he took a deep breath. “Man, I’m sorry, but I gotta say Laura. My god are you smoking.”“Aw,” Laura turned even redder. “That’s sweet, Brad.”“I’d fuck you in a heartbeat,” he said.“Okay,” Brent interrupted. “That’s good enough.”“Lighten up, hun,” Laura said. “It’s just a game.”“Whatever.”“Ooookay you slut, quiet down,” Wendy said. “Now it’s Brad’s turn.”“Alright, so, Wendy,” he craned his neck towards her. “Truth or dare?”“Fuck allllll you bitches,” she said. “Dare, of course.”“Of course,” Brittany said.“Wow, okay,” he took a deep breath. “How about, I dare you toooooo… Fuck, I don’t even know.”“Make it good, Brad, I’m ready to go,” she said.“Alright, pull those panties off and finger yourself in front of all of us.”“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she said. “Oooh,” Laura and Brittany said.Wendy flipped her short, loose skirt up to reveal a pair of purple, lace panties only to slide them off, flicking them off at Laura, who caught them and held them up like a trophy. Wendy’s tan, neatly trimmed pussy sat glistening out in the open, her licking her fingers and driving them into her lips. Ron leaned in closer for a better look, starting to jack his cock with a bit more fervor. “Ooh fuck,” she moaned. “I’m gonna keep doing this all night. Oh fuck, okay, Lau, your turn, truth or dare?”“Fuck it,” she chugged down the rest of her beer. “Dare!”“That’s my fucking girl,” Wendy said, circling her fingers around her pussy. “I think that I speak for everyone here, I want to see that banging bod, girl. Strip down for us!”“C’mon, Wendy,” Brent interjected.“What? She chose dare!”“It’s okay,” Laura looked at him. “Isn’t it?”“What? No, I don’t want my wife stripping down in front of strangers.”“These aren’t strangers,” Laura said. “They are my friends, babe. It’s no big deal.”“Gah, Laura…”“It’s fine, Brent,” she said, turning to Wendy and sticking her tongue out, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside.“Get up,” Brad said. “Put on a show.”“Okay, okay,” she said, picking herself up and steadying herself, clearly a bit tipsy. Laura slid her heels off and worked her jeans down her hips, her just standing there in her bra and panties, the black set that Brent loved so much. She looked over to Brent and gave him a wink, which he had to admit, make his cock start to throb a little bit. She was the hottest woman in that room and he was pretty proud of that. “Let’s see those knockers,” Ron said. She only laughed while she reached back and undid the clasp on her bra, slipping her arms through the loops and letting her tits fall out, dropping the bra to the ground. Brad let out a whistle and Ron groaned while he started to jerk his cock a bit harder. Laura worked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, jerking them down from her hips, letting them slide down her legs before she stepped out of them, showing off her recently-shaved pussy. “My god,” Ron said staring at Brent’s wife’s body, her pussy visibly pink and a bit swollen already. “Now that I can finger myself to,” Wendy said.“Thanks, doll,” Laura said. “Okay, you ready, Britt?”“Yeah, wow,” she said. “I’ll just take truth for now, I think.”“Ohhh boo,” Laura said, getting down onto her knees. “Okay then, uhhhh, how about this,” she looked over at Brent and shrugged. “Which of these guys in this room would you fuck?”“See,” Britt said. “That’s why I went for truth over dare! Who knows what you crazy bitches would have me doing. Ummm, all of them?”“Oh my god!” Wendy said. “You slut!”“Not at the same time,” she quickly added. “I mean, well, maybe? How drunk am I?”“Wow, Britt,” Laura said. “I don’t feel anywhere near as slutty now, thanks.”“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Fine, Ron, your turn.”“You know I’m ready,” he said.“Truth or dare, then?”“Dare, c’mon, you know me better than that.”“Okay, okay, geez,” she said, looking at Brent for a brief second. “Umm, I want to see what else you’ve got, Ron. Take it allll off!”“You know I’m down with that,” he said. His shirt flew off of him, showing a chiseled chest and abs. The girls all cooed while Brad rolled his eyes and Brent was beginning to feel really uncomfortable. “You wanna see this ass, too? Well you got it.” He stood up, letting his pants drop to the ground, kicking his shoes off and tugging the jeans off. “There.”“Oof, boy,” Laura said. “Look at us, both naked, Wendy fingerblasting herself.”“Fingerblasting!” Wendy laughed. “Oh fuck you, Lau.”“Alright, alright,” Ron said. “Enough of this staring. Okay, Brent, lets do this, truth or dare?”“Truth,” he said, feeling rather annoyed.“Okay, bro,” he licked his lips. “Have you, uh, have you ever thought about letting someone else fuck that fine ass wife of yours over there?”“What?”“Oh c’mon man, I’m just saying, that wife of yours is fucking hot as hell,” he said.“Well thanks, Ron,” Laura said. “So, have you, Brent?”“No, of course not,” he said. “I mean, look, maybe the thought has crossed my mind once or twice but–”“Oh shit!” Ron said. “See, I knew you two were freaky.”“It’s not like that, I promise–”“You never told me this, hun,” Laura said.“It’s not a big deal, just, you know, a fantasy or two and… Oh whatever, c’mon Brad, truth or dare.”“I don’t have abs or pecs like this guy, either, so fuck it, truth.”“Alright,” Brent said, feeling so lost. “You’ve known everyone here for a while now, right?”“Ya man,” Brad said. “Years, you know?”“Okay…” Brent took a deep breath. “Have you ever fucked one of them before?”“Of course,” he laughed. “Fucked Wendy just before the party and Britt over there, well, we used to–”“Oh shove it, Brad,” she said. “Hey, just being truthful! This is truth or dare, you know?”“Whatever,” she folded her arms.“Alright, Wen, do I even have to ask?”“No,” she moaned. “Okay, so, I can’t stop staring at Laura’s tits over there… So I dare you to go over and suck on ‘em.”“Fucking easy,” Wendy said, sliding down from the chair and almost immediately latching onto Laura’s left breast, working her tongue over it. Laura threw her head back and let out a moan while Brent sat there in disbelief. Were they kidding? What kind of shit was that? He started to become self conscious, though, his cock was fully erect inside of his pants and the image was too hot to look away from.“Oh my god,” Laura said. “As if I wasn’t wet enough already.”“My god,” Ron said. “Why’d you stop? This cock can’t even get any harder.”“Uh, I noticed,” Laura said. “That thing is just throbbing right now.”“Of course you did,” Wendy said. “Truth or dare, tasty tits?”“Fuck it,” Laura said. “I’m already naked, dare!”“C’mon, Laura,” Brent said. “I think we should probably get going now, anyway and–”“Oh c’mon, baby,” she said. “We’re just having fun, just a little bit longer.”“Yeah, fuck off, Brent,” Wendy said. “You know what? Just fuck off. Okay, dare, huh? You keep staring at Ron’s cock and those nips are pretty hard now, aren’t they?”“Well yeah,” Laura said. Her fingers were down between her legs and she was starting to finger herself.“Okay, then,” Wendy licked her lips. “Go and wrap those lips around Ron’s cock and suck it.”“Whoa, whoa, what?” Brent burst out. “No fucking way, unh uh, this is over now.”“Then why’d you play the fucking game, Brent?” Wendy asked. “Your wife is already naked and I already sucked her tits. It isn’t like we hadn’t done all of this before. Stop being such a bitch.”“Yeah man,” Ron said standing up next to him and stroking his big cock. “Plus, like you said, you thought about it, right? Why not test it out a little bit?”“Alright, Lau,” Wendy said. “You know the rules.”Laura looked at Brent and giggled, shrugging while Ron walked over in front of her, cock dangling in front of her face. She turned to face Ron and whack – his cock slapped her against the cheek. She giggled while she reached up with her right hand and took a firm grip on it, jacking it a few times while she looked up into his eyes before her lips wrapped around it and his cock was pressing through them into her mouth. Brent’s stomach dropped at the sight. His wife was sucking another man’s cock and it was for everyone to see. A crowd was starting to amass behind them while Laura went to down on Ron’s cock. Brent didn’t know what to do or what to say, he felt powerless. “I guess that they are out,” Wendy joked. “Your turn, Britt. Truth or dare.”“Oh c’mon, Wen,” she said. “You know this isn’t cool.”“It’s just a game, Britt, c’mon, lighten up.”“I’m done,” she said, storming off. “That’s their marriage, Wen, I don’t know why you’d fuck with it.”“Somebody is in a mood,” Wendy clucked. “Oh yeah, Lau, work that cock girl. Wow, Brent, your wife sure can suck cock, can’t she?”“I guess so,” he said, feeling defeated and humiliated, but still feeling his cock through his pants, with all of the blood rushing to it. Brent looked behind him to see the group of Laura’s friends standing in the hallway peering in. A few were cheering her on and the guys eyed her intently. Laura’s head was bobbing up and down on Ron’s cock, it momentarily disappearing into her mouth, her throat bulging out. Her eyes started to water while Ron held her head in place, letting go, her head sprung back and a glistening trail of spit dripped from between them.“Oh fuck,” she said. “So big.”“Yeaaah,” Ron said. “You like it?”Before she could answer he pushed his cock into her mouth again, holding the back of her head and thrusting his hips into her mouth. He was face-fucking her. Laura never let Brent come anywhere near that. He had held onto her head a few times while she was going down on him and she always pulled his hands off of her, but she was letting Ron do whatever he damned well pleased here in front of all of her friends. He was starting to tense up, Laura working her hand over the base of his shaft while her lips danced on the tip of it, her tongue slipping out and rolling all over it. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he said. “Oh yeah, just like that, yeah, I’m gonna cum.”“My god,” Wendy said, fingering her own pussy still. “What a slut.”Laura started to jerk faster and faster with her hand, her left hand down by her pussy fingering herself with vigor. Ron was groaning louder and louder, Laura opening her mouth and holding her tongue out while she jerked his cock, the head just barely touching it before he tensed up more and let out a mighty groan. It felt like it was happening in slow motion all around Brent, the spray of cum from Ron’s cock exploding all over Laura’s face. Some went in her mouth but there was just too much of it, some shooting up her nostrils and the rest on her face and in her hair.“Ohhh fuuuuuuck,” Ron groaned, Laura still with a firm grip on his cock. He pushed it back into her mouth, her cheeks sucked in while she took whatever was left from his cock.“Oh my god,” she said, his cock falling from her lips. She wiped away some of his cum from by her left eye and popped her cum-filled finger into her tongue. “That was so fucking good, baby.”“Oh yeah,” he said. “You really are a ball-drainer.”“That’s my Lau,” Wendy said. “Okay, okay,” Brent stood up, still trying to hard the raging hardon in his pants, almost tripping over the chair while he picked up Laura’s clothes. “Shows over.”“Oh bullshit, Brent,” Wendy crowed.Brent was trying to collect his wife, pulling her up from her knees and get her clothes on while avoiding the mass of another man’s cum that was dripping down her face. Laura looked confused while Brent tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone else. “C’mon, we’re going.”“But hun,” she protested.“Party’s just getting started, Brent,” Wendy said. “No it’s not, it’s over.”“Aw man,” Ron said, just standing and watching. “I didn’t even get to taste that sweet cunt.”Brent pulled her top over her head, the cum staining it and showing through the deep purple. Laura pulled her skirt on quietly and collected her heels while Brent held her underwear in his grasp, pulling her along while they pushed through the crowd. “Sorry everyone,” Laura said. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Wen.” “Fine,” she said. “Have a good night, Brent. Enjoy kissing your wife and her cummy lips, asshole.” -- source link

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