He’s a Real Man. You’re Not.

"What make sex with him so different?" you ask.

"Do you really want to know?" your beautiful wife replies.

Part of you doesn't want to know, because you suspect the answer will be painful. Another part of you desperately wants to know, though. That's the part of you that can't get enough of the pains and pleasures of cuckolding. "Yes, I want to know."

She looks at you, smiles like she's enjoying an arousing memory of sex with him, and says, "He fucks me like a man. You don't."

It's just a few words, and yet they pack a punch as you feel a potent kind of arousal swirl through your body.

"You could watch, you know," she says. "You could actually see the difference. Would you like to do that? Would you like to watch my boyfriend fuck me?"

You nod. There's nothing you'd enjoy more than watching your wife and her boyfriend fuck.

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"Is that new?" you ask as your wife steps out of the bedroom in a bra, panty, garter, and stockings set you've never seen before.

"It is," she replied. "I like to look good for him."

"You look great," you say. "You look...you look better than you ever have, honestly."

She smiles. "This is how a woman dresses when she's with someone that fucks her like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. I want him to know that I appreciate how well he fucks me and how good he makes me feel. I want him to know that I put in the effort to make sure I look good - that I look fuckable - for him."

"You're so fucking hot," you say.

Your wife kisses you on the cheek and whispers, "Just you wait, darling. It's going to get so much hotter."

Her bull arrives. She welcomes him to your home - it's not the first time he's been there, but it's the first time he's been there while you're home - and he gives you a quick nod and then walks with your wife to the bedroom. You follow like a good cuckold.

"I've missed you," your wife says as she takes off his jacket and tosses it over the back of a chair. She unbuttons his shirt and runs her fingers over his muscular chest. "I've missed everything about you."

He smiles as she takes his shirt off and then he puts a hand on her waist and effortlessly spins her around. He pulls her close and kisses her neck. She closes her eyes as his strong hands roam over her body. He touches her as he desires, slipping a hand into her bra to play with her big breasts and rubbing her pussy through her panties.

You can't help but watch her face as he touches her. You witness the overwhelming pleasure she feels being in his grasp. You can see that she's already given herself over to him, that he's inspired that kind of intense, incredible desire in her with so little effort.

"I've missed your touch," she says. "I've missed your strong hands. I've missed what it feels like to be in a man's arms."

She reaches back and strokes his cock through his slacks. She moans, presumably because he's hard for her. You can see the bulge. You know he's throbbing with desire for your wife.

"I've missed you," he says. "And so has my cock."

Your wife smiles and spins around in his grasp. They kiss - in an intensely passionate way - as she loosens his belt and helps him out of his pants. His underwear fall to the floor a moment later and she takes his thick, throbbing cock in her hand and strokes him as his tongue slips into her mouth.

Your wife smiles and then slowly kisses her way down his body until she's on her knees in front of him. She looks up at him and rests the tip of his cock against her lips. She kisses it softly, showering him with pleasure and moaning while she does it.

"I've missed your cock," your wife says softly. "I dream about your cock."

She takes him in her mouth. She offers a slow, worshipful blowjob. She reaches up to run her hands over his exceptionally muscular stomach and chest. There's no question he's physically superior to you and it's obvious that your wife finds it deeply pleasurable to be with such an exemplary version of a man.

"Do you see it yet?" your wife asks as her hand moves up and down his spit-soaked shaft. "Do you see what I mean?"

You nod. You haven't seen him fuck her yet, of course, but you see it. You know what she means when she says he fucks her like a man, because he's a prototypical version of a man in every way. He's tall. He's muscular. He's confident. He has no problem taking charge, and taking what he wants. He's so many things that you're not.

Your wife stands up. She lowers her panties. They kiss as he picks her up and sets her in your bed. She spreads her legs for him. He crawls on top of her. His body seems to engulf her as they kiss. The muscles in his arms ripple as he holds himself up over her. She runs her hands down his back and moans. Her hand moves between his legs and she guides his cock inside her.

Their bodies seem to meld as he fucks her. It's as if she was truly meant to be with him, meant to be fucked by him, meant to be filled by his big cock. You watch your wife wrap herself around him, making it seem as though she needs to be even closer to her boyfriend as he fills her pussy.

He fucks her with power, but it's not overwhelming. Not in missionary. It's passionate while being vigorous. It's totally controlled, too. He uses his body like an instrument of pleasure because he's built it for that. He's not breathing heavily. There isn't even a hint of sweat on his forehead. It's like he was made to fuck. Unlike you, of course. You tend to get tired quickly. You tend to get a little bit sweaty. You're in decent shape, but you're not like him. He's a man. You're something less than that.

He rolls onto his back and pulls your wife on top of him without his cock leaving her body. She has a delighted look on her face, as if she finds it thrilling that he can move her around like a ragdoll. She puts her hands on his muscular chest and immediately lifts her pussy off his cock until just the tip remains inside her. She sinks back down and quickly finds a rhythm, riding him in a way she's never ridden you while his strong hands explore her body. He grabs her ass. He plays with her tits. He even slips a finger in her mouth and she sucks it sensually while his dick fills her slick pussy.

They both get worked up with her on top. Their moans fill your bedroom. Their bodies seem to work in sync, like they were absolutely meant to have sex. It's never quite felt like that with you. It's good, but it doesn't feel like it was destined to be.

"I want you to take me from behind," she says with a lusty smile on her face. "I need it. I need you to fuck me hard."

Your wife moves to her hands and knees. He moves behind her. He slips his cock into her pussy. He leans forward and grabs a handful of her hair. He pulls back and she moans in a way you're not sure you've ever heard her moan. She moans like she loves that moment where he's taken control.

"Is this what you want?" he asks.

"Yes," she says. "Fuck me." You can hear the desperation in her voice, like this is the moment she's been waiting for.

He fucks her. It's hard and fast. His long, thick cock moves in and out of her with speed and grace. His body is like a machine meant to deliver pleasure to your wife, and he uses it well. He doesn't tire. Not one bit. He could keep this up all night.

Your wife closes her eyes. Her mouth remains open, though, because she can't stop moaning. She loves this. She absolutely loves the way he's fucking her from behind. She loves that he's taken control, that he's fucking her like a man.

You think of the times you've fucked her from behind. You think of how your cock kept slipping out of her and how your abs hurt after just a few minutes. You think of how you didn't think to try and seize any level of control, how you mostly just stared at the sight of your cock moving in and out of her pussy and thought it was exquisitely beautiful. You didn't fuck her like he's fucking her. He's giving her what she wants, what she needs. You just took what you wanted.

Your wife grabs two handfuls of the bed sheets. Her chest is flushed red and her face is turning that same color. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close!"

He fucks her harder. The sounds of sex are intensely loud in your bedroom. He's fucking her like a man. He's fucking her like she needs to be fucked and she's going to cum.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screams.

He times his orgasm exceptionally well, burying his cock inside her after just a few more thrusts and unloading. She collapses onto the bed and he follows, keeping his cock in her pussy. He brushes her hair aside and kisses her neck, shoulder, and back. She smiles joyfully.

"I love the way you fuck me," she says.

He fucks her like a man. You see the difference now, and your dick is hard as a rock from watching. With any luck, she'll let you masturbate or give you a handjob. If not, you can absolutely close your eyes, picture what you just watched, and have a fantastic orgasm a little later, tomorrow, or any day in the future, because you just witnessed something beautiful.