Cucking Gone Bad

My husband and I have been sexually open minded since both of us married for the second time. This is our story of cucking gone bad.

I am 39. I am a tiny woman - 5’0 115 lbs. I have a killer ass and a marathon runners physique. I usually have stamina to burn. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. My nipples are incredibly sensitive. When touched, they send an electrical current to the deepest depths of my pussy. My pussy, since about five years ago, is incredibly needy. I am built for sex. I enjoy sex. My body needs sex all of the time. My husband is a good guy. He just wants everyone happy. He allows me to get sex when I need or want it. He loves to watch, that is until we met Rickie.

Rickie is the definition of a sexual bull. Fit, dominant, direct, full of stamina, hung and just completely a sexual god. He is 6’2, 190 lbs, deep, dark eyes, brown skin, abs of steel and a big black horse cock. We met him at a swingers club.

Rickie came to our table and started talking to us. His confidence was what had me from the start. My husband approved as well. We eventually found a private room for play. I am fit and I have energy to burn but Rickie kept up every step of the way. Our typical night at the swinger club is four hours and it includes us both meeting other people. This night, my husband was eager to be cucked.

Rickie told him to sit in the chair. The only other interactions Rickie had with my husband was to tell him what he was doing to me and how he would change me tonight.

Rickie told me to get on the bed. I was already just wearing a red lingerie outfit. We started kissing. He pinched my right nipple and bam, I was his. He eventually stripped naked and I knew my husband wasn’t going to be happy. Every position Rickie put me in showed my husband the undoing of our marital sex life. He made me look at him when he took me doggie style. He made me tell my husband how my body was feeling when Rickie ate me or fucked me. He made me suck his dick kneeling between my husband’s legs with my back towards him.

When Rickie and I started to fuck, there was a connection that could be described as complete and full. Our bodies connected in every level. The sex was high energy. The sex was raw and dirty sometimes and intimate others. His dick pounded me out. I rode his dick like I was trying to break it.

Cucking gone bad - we are almost three hours into our playtime. Rickie is hammering me on the edge of the bed. All of a sudden he lifts me up, without even pulling out, carries me over to the chair where my husband is sitting and fucks me. My arms are around his neck. My legs are over his shoulders. He is blasting me up and down like a rag doll and he makes me squirt. Not just a little, but like a gallon (maybe). I covered my husband. That is when I said the worst words ever to Rickie: my pussy is yours, you can have it whenever you want it. My husband cannot do this to me and it will be reserved for you. Rickie kept fucking me and says to my husband do you hear that, your wife just gave her pussy to me. My husband got up, got dressed and walked out. Rickie kept fucking me for another hour and a half. I walked out of the club and my husband was waiting in the car for me.

My husband told me on the way home that he does not want to be part of my sex life anymore. Honestly, I was hurt. It was overdramatic and by the next day I was fine. My husband never recovered. He and I have not had any sexual play since the night with Rickie. He blames me for enjoying it too much. He blames me for saying those words to Rickie. He is mad that I did not follow him out of the club that night.

Rickie is my bull and yes, he completely owns my sexual being. I am a strong female, but I have fully given my sex to Rickie. My pussy desires his horse cock. My soul craves his unrivaled power and stamina. His creativity leads to fun and hyper hot interactions. I am still married (for now). I hope my husband can get over this, because, remember, we have been playing like this for years.