She's Taking You Up on Your Offer

"You know, you could sleep with other guys if you wanted."

You uttered those words over breakfast one morning. You were at a hole-in-the-wall cafe. She looked surprised when you said them, though not outraged like some women might have.

"Sorry? What?" she asked.

"Well, it's just...I know you like it when guys flirt with you. I know you like it when they're interested in you. I saw it last night at the bar. I know it turned you on. You also fuck differently when other men have been flirting with you."

She does. She always has. That's why she always wears such attention-grabbing outfits when you go out.

"So I guess I'm just saying that you could take it to the next level if you wanted."

"The next level being that I fuck one of the guys that flirts with me?"

You nodded.

She studied your face. "So...the guy from last night, the one in the white shirt...the one I danced with for a little while. If I'd come up and told you I decided to go home with him, you would have been okay with that?"

You nodded again.

"I don't believe you," she said.

You went back and forth a little but the conversation largely ended there.

Until now, that is. Until you receive a selfie and a quick text.

"Wait, seriously?" you text back.

You hear nothing, though. Nothing at all. She doesn't even text you that she's coming home. She just walks through the door of your shared apartment a little after midnight. Her hair is a bit disheveled. Her makeup isn't anywhere near as flawless as it was.

She smiles and leans against the door.

"Did you..."

Your girlfriend beckons you closer with a simple wave of her finger. You feel surprisingly nervous as you approach. You stop a step from her but she grabs your shirt and pulls until her lips have found yours. You kiss with such vigor that every bit of nervousness washes away. You're fairly certain you can smell a man on her, but it's not distinct enough to truly tell.

"Did you?" you ask.

She smiles and lifts the bottom of her dress, exposing a skimpy and semi-sheer pair of white panties. "Why don't you find out?"

You look down, take a deep breath, and fall to your knees. You lower her panties and stare at her pussy. She shaved it for her date. Her pussy lips are plump and wet and it certainly looks as though she's been fucked. You stare up at her and she runs her fingers through your hair.

"Have a taste," she says.

You lean in. You inhale. Her pussy smells of sex. It's undeniable. You extend your tongue. You push it between her pussy lips. You push it as deep inside her as you can.

You taste latex. You taste a condom. It's subtle but distinct. She had another man's cock inside her. There's no question about it.

"Holy shit," you say as you lean back. "You fucked someone else."

Your girlfriend smiles. "Congratulations. You're a cuck."

You can't believe it. She seemed utterly uninterested, and now she's cucked you. She's fucked someone else. She's made your fantasy come true.

"I love you," you say.

She laughs. "I love you too."

You lean in and eat her pussy. You devour it. She moans and drops her purse. She holds your head in both hands. You look up and see that her eyes are closed as she enjoys your tongue. She's moaning an awful lot, too.

Your dick is hard as a rock. You've never been more turned on than you are right now as you lick your girlfriend's pussy after another man fucked her.

She cums quickly. Her legs tremble. She pushes your head away from her pussy. You sit back on your knees and stroke yourself through your pants.

"Well, that was really hot," she says.

"Agreed."

You stand and kiss her. She welcomes your tongue into your mouth and unzips your pants.

"Can I fuck you?" you ask.

"No," she says softly. "But I'll give you a handjob."

You're tempted to protest, to argue that you should be able to fuck her. She just made your fantasy come true, though, and arguing is unwise. Instead, you follow her to the bedroom, undress her, get naked, and crawl into your bed.

She takes your cock in her hand and kisses your neck.

"He was amazing," she says. "He fucked me twice, actually. I honestly lost count of how many times I came."

"You had multiple orgasms?"

"I did," she confirms with a smile.

You moan.

"Do you like that he made me cum multiple times?"

You nod.

"Even though you almost never make me cum more than once?"

"That's why I like it."

"Because he fucked me better than you do?"

You answer by cumming. Cumming hard, too. In an instant your body is overwhelmed with pleasure and you find yourself writhing in your bed. You feel the cum splashing on your stomach and a sense of pure, perfect joy washes over you as you bask in the first true cuckold-fueled orgasm of your life.

"Was that good?" she asks.

"That was perfect," you reply. "So perfect. So fucking perfect."

She kisses you warmly. Her smile seems genuine.

"I can't wait to cuck you again," she says. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Will you see the same guy again?"

She nods. "I will. I'll probably see other guys, too. Why limit myself, right? I'm free now. I can do as I please."

You're beyond excited. "Yes, you can."

You're a very lucky man.