Becca Bellamy
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A Friendsgiving Cuckolding
🕑 Added 2025-11-29 05:41:38 +0000 UTCAndy opened the oven and a wave of steam washed over his face as the smell of apple pie filled the air. He reached in to pull out the dessert he'd baked for Friendsgiving and set it on the counter to cool in the half hour that remained before they were due to head to their friend's house for an all day celebration.
Satisfied that the pie was fully baked, Andy turned off the oven and headed for the bedroom to get dressed.
Talia was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her makeup, but it was her outfit that drew Andy's attention.
"You're wearing that?" he asked.
She applied her lipstick - a lovely shade of red - and turned to him and smiled. "Do you not like it?"
Talia wore a cream sweater dress and a pair of knee high brown leather boots. The dress was tight in all the right places and belted at the waist. It looked incredible on her and she knew that. She also knew exactly why he was surprised that she intended on wearing it.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"You know what's wrong."
Talia set the lipstick tube on the counter and sauntered out of the bathroom. Andy backed up until the backs of his thighs hit the bed. He sat as Talia stepped between his knees and placed his hands on her waist.
"I know what you're talking about," she said, "but I disagree with the notion that there was anything wrong about what happened."
Andy ran his hand under Talia's dress and caressed her inner thigh, moving slowly towards her crotch. A memory from last Friendsgiving danced through his head. A memory he'd mostly put aside because it felt so dangerous.
"Talia," he began before she gently pressed a finger against his lips to quiet him.
"Let your fingers go where they desire," she said.
Andy's fingers traveled up his wife's thigh and moved between her legs. His eyes went wide - causing her to smile - when he discovered her lack of panties. She moaned as his fingers moved over her labia, as he gently pushed inside her thanks to the exceptional wetness he found.
"You're so wet."
"Yes, I am," Talia replied.
She looked down at him. Andy held his wife's gaze. His heart pounded. The dangerous memory played in his head once more.
Andy slipped a third finger inside his wife and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She closed her eyes and moaned. Andy saw her in his memory. He saw her in the same dress. He saw her in the same boots. He saw her in Chris's office. He saw her astride one of his best friends in the world. He saw Talia's dress pulled up around her waist. He saw his friend's cock inside her as Talia rode him on the leather love seat in his office.
Andy pulled his fingers free and shook his head to try and push the memory away. Talia grabbed his wrist, lifted his fingers to her lips, and took them in her mouth. She sucked like a woman intent on causing deep, wild, wondrous levels of arousal in her man. She sucked like a woman trying to manipulate Andy into giving her permission to fuck his friend again.
"Talia...please..."
She moaned and took his fingers deeper. She stepped forward and pressed her knee between his legs, massaging his cock and no doubt discovering that he'd sprouted a full erection.
"I want him, Andy," she said softly while placing his hand on her breast. "I want him so badly. You only let me have him once more after last Friendsgiving...and once just wasn't enough. He fucked me so good...I can understand why you wouldn't let me have him again, but I saw this dress in my closet and I thought about fucking him...about how good it felt when he was inside me...about how hot it was to fuck one of your friends...and I want it again, baby. I want it so badly."
He tried to stand but Talia reached down and stroked him through his slacks. Her lips found his and her tongue pushed into his mouth for a long, slow kiss. Arousal flooded Andy's body and he pulled Talia's dress up around her waist, grasped her ass, and pulled her into his lap.
She began to grind back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. Andy felt her wetness and knew he'd have to change pants, but he didn't give a damn.
"I know he wants me," she said softly. "I know he thinks about me as much as I think about him."
"How do you know that?"
"He texted me a few days ago. Said he was thinking about me. We messaged a little. He ended up telling me that he jerks off to thoughts of me all the time, that he cums while thinking about being inside me."
Andy moaned as the memory came back. He watched from the office doorway as the rest of his friends drunkenly danced in the living room, the music loud enough to drone out the soft, erotic moans coming from the office. He stepped inside and shut the door. He watched his wife kiss his friend while riding his cock. He watched his friend's hands move all over Talia's ass, squeezing her flawless flesh while urging him to ride her faster. He listened as his wife told another man how good his cock felt inside her.
"I want you," Andy said. "I need to fuck you, Talia."
She climbed off his lap and stood between his legs. Her fingers delicately lowered his zipper and soon his cock was in her hand. Talia stared into his eyes, smiled, and said, "You can't have me. Not until Chris has me. Not until we finish Friendsgiving just like we did last year. Not until he slides his thick cock into my tight, married pussy and satisfies me. Not until he's satisfied. Not until he's emptied himself inside me."
Andy's legs trembled. His cock throbbed in his wife's hand. He watched as Talia dropped to her knees and showered his shaft and head in soft kisses.
"You can have me in any way you want after Chris has me," she said. "I'll suck your cock all night long. I'll ride you. You can fuck me doggystyle. You can fuck me in missionary. You can fuck me in any room in the house in any position you want. I'm yours to do with as you please...as long as he gets to have me first."
Talia took Andy's cock in her mouth and he leaned back, closed his eyes, and moaned at the intense pleasure that gripped his body.
"Can I have him, Andy? Can I fuck your friend? Can I let him have my pussy? Can I let him satisfy me?" she asked.
He looked down as more memories flooded his brain. Memories of fucking his wife after Friendsgiving. Memories of talking about how much she'd enjoyed Chris's cock while they fucked. Memories of blowjobs and handjobs she'd given him while talking about Chris. Memories of the intense pleasure - dangerously intense, in fact - that he'd experienced throughout December as he and Talia re-lived her brief dalliance with Chris.
"Yes, you can fuck Chris," he said.
Talia stood up, bent over, and kissed him, doing so slowly and with a wealth of tongue. "Thank you, baby. I promise, I'll make you feel good. I'll make you feel so fucking good."
"Just like Chris makes you feel," Andy replied.
She smiled, turned, and walked back to the bathroom to finish her makeup. Andy took off his pants, waited for his cock to deflate, and changed into something that wasn't soaked with his wife's juices.
Andy then headed for the kitchen and wrapped the pie in foil to protect it for the drive and soon enough he and Talia were on the road for the short drive to Chris's house.
Chris greeted them at the door and the look on his face indicated that he recognized the dress. Talia stepped into the house and into a hug with Chris that went on a little longer than it should have. She whispered something into his ear, too, and he looked right at Andy after she said it. He'd almost certainly just been informed that Talia had permission to fuck him at some point during Friendsgiving, which was why he had a giddy smile on his face as he walked them into the living room to join the rest of their guests.
Friendsgiving took on an entirely different shape for Andy. He took note of every little interaction between Talia and Chris. Every stolen glance. Every brief touch that likely seemed perfectly innocuous to the rest of their friends. He noted when they were both out of the room at the same time and wondered if they'd snuck off to make out somewhere or if it was a mere coincidence that neither was in the room.
At one point, Andy was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine when Chris walked in. They both stopped and for just a moment the air felt thick with tension.
"Talia said you're okay with...well, I guess a repeat of last year," Chris said, getting right to the point. "Is that true?"
Andy heard his friends laughing uproariously in the living room. He nodded. "Yes, that's true."
Chris set his wine glass on the counter and Andy pulled the cork from the bottle and filled it.
"Just so you know, I'm going to do everything in my power to have her more than twice this year," Chris said. "It wasn't enough last year."
"Do you mean to take her from me, Chris?" Andy asked.
He shook his head. "Not in a million years, Andy. I just mean to fuck her as many times as I can. I mean to make her cum so hard that she can't stop thinking about me. I mean to make the sex so memorable that she'll go behind your back to get more of my dick. I know she's been thinking about me, man. I know the sex is going to be incredible. I know she's going to want it more than twice. I know she's going to want me over and over again and that she will go behind your back if you refuse to let her have me more than twice."
Chris turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Andy alone with his thoughts. He wasn't alone for long, though, as Talia sauntered in soon after.
"You should come join the rest of us," she said. "I miss you."
Andy turned and filled the glasses he'd brought with him and did so generously. There was no need to hold back on Friendsgiving, after all.
Talia stepped behind him and pressed her body against his back. Her hands moved up his chest and she kissed his neck and moaned softly.
"He told you what he wants, didn't he?" she whispered.
"Yes." Andy set the bottle on the counter as his wife's hand moved down his chest and between his legs. "What do you want?"
She moaned softly. "I want what Chris wants."
Andy closed his eyes as Talia kissed his neck and teased his cock. He was hard. He was awash in arousal. He felt a creeping sense of anxiety, though, at the idea of his wife going much too far with his friend.
"What if I don't want that?" he asked.
"You want it. I know you do. I know it scares you, but I know you want it, Andy. I know you want it."
Talia stepped back and he looked over his shoulder. She grabbed two of the wine glasses, kissed him on the cheek, and left the kitchen as Andy stood there with his hands on the counter and a throbbing erection in his pants.
Dinner happened soon after. The food was exquisite, as always. More drinks were consumed. The conversation was loud and boisterous. Laughs were had. More drinks were consumed.
Dessert was enjoyed. The party shifted back to the living room. Music was put on. There was dancing and laughter. Some couples kissed a little bit, the alcohol fueling their desire and destroying their inhibitions.
Chris slipped away first, bringing empty bottles of wine to the kitchen. He didn't return, though, and no one seemed to notice. Talia slipped away second, just like the year before. Again, no one seemed to notice because everyone was having a damn good time dancing and drinking.
Andy danced with his friends. He sang at the top of his lungs when he knew the words to a song. He thought only of Talia and Chris, though. He'd watched the year before, even after they'd noticed him. He'd watched them have sex a second time a week later, too. He'd put a stop to it after that, but the memory of it all remained remarkably strong and he felt it pulling him towards a refresh, towards wherever they'd gone so he could watch again, so he could experience the undeniable thrill of witnessing his wife's sexual satisfaction with another man's cock inside her.
Andy went to the kitchen at the height of a particularly loud song. He poured himself a glass of wine. He slipped out of the kitchen and towards the office where he'd watched his wife have sex the year before. No one was inside, though, so he continued his search, which led him upstairs and down the hallway towards what he knew was Chris's bedroom.
The door was shut, but Andy heard the moans. He pulled on the handle and the door opened a crack. Talia's sweater dress was the first thing Andy saw. It was on the ground along with her belt. He looked up and saw her in the bed with Chris. She was on top. She had on her boots, but otherwise Talia was naked. Andy saw her ass, her back, her long dark hair cascading past her shoulders.
"You feel so fucking good inside me," she said. "Fuck...Chris...I've missed your cock so much. I've missed having you inside me. I've missed fucking you."
She pressed her hands into his chest and rode him faster, her hips moving back and forth. She moaned and so did he. Andy stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
Talia looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Hey, baby. I'm glad you're here. I was worried you wouldn't want to watch this year."
Andy leaned against the door as Talia smiled at him while riding another man's cock.
"Come closer, baby."
Andy hesitated, but only for a few moments. He couldn't help himself. He approached the bed and sipped his drink. Talia held out her hand and Andy took it. She squeezed his fingers as Chris reached up to play with her tits. Talia closed her eyes and moaned as the pleasure of another man's cock seemed to pull her closer to an orgasm.
"Put your drink down," Talia said.
Andy did so, setting it on the nightstand.
"Now come and kiss me while I ride his cock."
He crawled into the bed. She pulled him towards her. Their lips met for a kiss. Andy took one of her breasts in his hand. She moaned into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," she said, her breath warm on his face. "Fuck, Andy, kiss me while I cum on his perfect cock."
They kissed as Talia climaxed with another man's cock inside her. Andy's dick throbbed with pleasure as every bit of anxiety washed away in favor of giving himself over to the pleasure swirling in him.
"Fuck...that was incredible," Talia said. She smiled at Andy and then turned her attention to the man whose cock she'd just climaxed on. "Now, how do you want me, Chris?"
"I want you on your hands and knees. I want you to look into your husband's eyes as I fuck you from behind and cum inside you."
Talia leaned over and kissed him slowly and deeply, just like she'd kissed Andy.
"I love the way you think," she said. "Make sure you fuck me hard, though. Show him what it looks like when you have your way with me."
Andy backed out of the bed as Talia moved to her hands and knees. She looked at him as Chris got behind her and slipped into her pussy. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust, his body crashing into her ass each time he bottomed out inside her.
"Kiss me, Andy," Talia said.
He had to drop to his knees by the side of the bed to kiss her. He saw Chris smile from behind Talia. He heard him fuck her harder. For a moment Andy felt small and insignificant, but his wife pulled him back from the edge with her soft lips and her eager tongue.
"He fucks me so good," she said. "His cock is so thick and so deep inside me. He fucks me so hard, too, and sometimes I like being fucked hard, Andy. I like being pounded. I like it even more when you watch, though, and I swear I think I'm going to cum again."
He kissed his wife and reveled in the unexpected pleasure of her essentially telling him that Chris fucked her better. Maybe it wasn't true, but it felt like it was and Andy was surprised at how un-offended he felt. If anything, he was even more turned on.
"Chris, make my wife cum on your cock. Make her cum and then cum inside her," Andy said.
Chris smiled. "With pleasure."
Talia closed her eyes and Andy kissed her. She moaned into his mouth. He played with her tits. The sounds of sex filled the room and his head. It was utterly blissful.
Talia and Chris came at nearly the same time. Andy watched them both get off and arousal swirled through his body while precum leaked into his underwear.
Chris pulled out and collapsed into the bed. Talia kissed Andy and smiled sweetly.
"It's better when you watch," she said. "I cum harder. I think he does too."
"I...I like watching," Andy admitted.
"I know you do, baby. I know you do."
Talia kissed him once more time and then rolled onto her back and crawled closer to Chris, who put an arm around her and pulled her close. Andy remained on his knees and watched his wife cuddle with the man who'd just made her cum twice.
Talia gently spread her legs and Andy stared between them. Her pussy lips were puffy and Chris's cum had just begun to leak out of her.
"You like the way it looks, don't you?" Talia asked.
Andy looked up to see them both watching him. He nodded.
"You can come closer, you know. You can crawl between my legs. You can even kiss my pussy a little if you want."
He looked between her legs and then moved to the foot of the bed for an even better view. He stared, unmoving. He wanted to move closer, to crawl between her legs. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted it.
"Go ahead, baby," Talia said.
Andy crawled between his wife's thighs and laid on his stomach. The smell of sex filled his nose as he stared at her plump pussy lips and the flesh between them. A trickle of cum had already worked its way out of her and was soaking into the sheets.
"I'd like it if you kissed it," she said. "I've thought about it a lot, to be honest. It would turn me on to see you kiss it and maybe lick it a little. To see you show affection for my pussy after Chris has fucked me."
Andy was stunned at how turned on he felt as he pursed his lips and kissed his wife's pussy. He pulled back and quickly licked the wetness left on his lips. A sweet and salty tasted filled his mouth.
"Fuck..." he said to no one in particular.
"More, baby," Talia said. "Lick my pussy. Kiss it. Show it that you still love it even though another man fucked it."
Andy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and threw himself into showering her pussy with affection. He kissed it. He licked it. He buried his face in it. He pushed his tongue deep inside her. He tasted Chris. He tasted her juices. He swallowed some of what he found. He moaned. He licked her clit a few times and Talia moaned. He licked her clit again and she grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Make me cum, Andy. Eat my pussy and make me cum."
Andy went to work on her clit and looked up to see Talia sharing a passionate, open-mouthed kiss with the man whose cum now coated Andy's tongue. His heart pounded. His body was flooded with a pure, perfect kind of arousal. He knew that it wouldn't be the last time he licked her pussy after Chris had fucked her, that he wouldn't argue with her and Chris having lots of sex going forward, that there was great pleasure to be had in allowing them to pursue their desire for each other.
Talia climaxed as Chris kissed her neck and played with her breasts. She smiled and took his cock - which was hard again - in her hand after coming down from her orgasm.
"I think Andy and I will stay after the party is over," she said. "You can fuck me again. You can fuck me however you want me. You can send me home filled with your cum. How does that sound?"
"Like a perfect end to a great night," Chris replied.
Andy couldn't help but agree.
