Making His Fantasy Come True, Whether He Likes It or Not

“Take your clothes off,” Ivy demanded.

“With pleasure,” Ian replied. He stripped while eyeing the lengths of rope in his wife’s hand. He wasn’t sure what she had planned, but he was on board for trying something kinky.

Ivy pointed to the sturdy wooden chair resting at the foot of the bed and said, “Sit.”

She looked intensely sexy in a bra, panties, and stocking set and Ian couldn’t help but do as she desired. The promise of some sort of kink-fueled orgasm was too good to pass up.

“Put your hands behind your back,” she said in a voice laced with just a hint of seduction.

That was enough to get Ian to do as she desired. He put his hands behind his back and Ivy smiled as she moved behind him.

“This is going to be more fun if you’re tied up,” she said while looping the rope around his wrists and securely tying it to the chair. She tied his ankles to the chair’s legs with remarkable swiftness, leaving him completely bound.

Ian marveled at his wife’s skill with rope, but any questions of where she’d learned to tie someone to a chair washed away the moment she straddled him. Ivy moved her panty-clad pussy over his crotch and quickly brought his cock to life. They kissed as Ian’s dick reached a throbbing state. He couldn’t help but wish that he was free to touch his wife or to pull aside her panties and guide his cock into her pussy, but he suspected that was the point of the bondage.

“I’m going to help you tonight,” Ivy said.

“How?” he asked.

“I’m going to make your fantasy come true,” she replied.

Ian offered a confused look. “What fantasy?”

“The one where you watch me fuck another guy,” Ivy said.

“What? Ivy, no. I don’t want that. I told you it was just a fantasy. I don’t want you to fuck someone else. Not for real. I don’t want someone else to fuck my wife,” Ian explained.

Ivy kissed his neck and ground her hips into his crotch and Ian struggled against the ropes. She’d tired him securely enough that escape wasn’t an option unless he was willing to try and destroy the chair.

“It’s okay to be nervous about it,” Ivy said. “But I promise, I don’t think less of you for being into this. In fact, I think it’s hot. I think it’s really, really hot that you want to watch me fuck someone else. That’s why I’m doing this. It’s not just your fantasy anymore. It’s mine too.”

“Ivy, please. Stop screwing around and untie me. I don’t want this. I’m telling you please don’t do this. I don’t want it,” Ian said as he continued to struggle against the skillfully tied rope bondage.

Ivy smiled and reached back to unhook her bra, freeing her spectacular big breasts. Ian couldn’t help but stare, and when Ivy stood to offer her nipple he took it into his mouth. Arousal battled with a sense of panic inside him as he hoped that his wife was just teasing, that it was all a ploy to get him wildly aroused and satisfy some sort of bondage kink that she’d developed.

“You’ve shared your fantasy too many times,” Ivy said. “You’ve had too many orgasms as I’ve talked to you about fucking other men. I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want it. I know you want it, sweetie. I know you want to see me fuck someone else right here in our bed. You can deny it, but I know you want it.”

Ian had first shared his fantasy on a night when they’d put back two bottles of champagne in celebration of a promotion he’d earned. They were both feeling the effects of the expensive bubbly when Ivy changed into a lingerie set to reward him with some very good sex and asked if he had any fantasies. Ian was just far enough outside his right mind to share that he frequently fantasized about watching his wife have sex with someone else. Ivy was just far enough outside her right mind to play along with the fantasy and he’d experienced a rather splendid orgasm that night.

“Ivy…please,” Ian said. “Whatever you have planned. I don’t want it. I don’t.”

“Your cock says otherwise, sweetheart,” she replied before kissing him again.

Ian couldn’t contain his desire. His wife was half naked, in his lap, and kissing him with vigor. Of course he was turned on.

Ivy stood up and smiled. “I’ll be right back,” she said.

“Ivy, don’t,” Ian called out after her. “Don’t! Ivy!”

Ian listened to his wife walk down the hallway and wondered where she could possibly be going. Did she have some sort of toy she was going to bring in? Was it some kind of fun game where she was going to fuck a big dildo while he was tied to a chair? Was she going to play some kind of video and jerk him off while talking like it was her fucking someone else?

Then he heard the front door open. He heard Ivy’s voice. He heard a distinctly male voice, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. His wife was topless, though. Her bra was on the floor at Ian’s feet. She was topless and talking to another man.

The front door closed and for a few seconds Ian heard nothing. Then the sound of footsteps approached. A second set of feet joined Ivy’s. Someone was with her. There was no question about it.

They stopped short of the bedroom door and Ian what he was absolutely certain was kissing. His wife was kissing someone. She was kissing someone just outside the bedroom door.

“You’re a good kisser,” she said.

“You inspire me,” the mystery man replied.

Ivy laughed and the sound of a belt being removed drifted into the bedroom. Ian struggled against the ropes but his wife’s unexpected bondage skill stifled him once again.

“God,” Ivy said. “It’s even bigger than it looked in the picture.”

The guy laughed.

“I need to wrap my lips around this beautiful cock,” Ivy said.

A deep moan drifted into the bedroom. “Fuck, Ivy, that’s incredible,” the guy said.

“Ivy, damn it,” Ian said. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop it. Stop it, now.”

The guy laughed and the sound of a blowjob drifted into the bedroom along with his laughter. “Your wife is a little busy right now, man,” the guy said.

“Fuck you!” Ian called out. “Leave. Get out of my house. I don’t want this. I don’t.”

“Is your cock still hard, sweetie?” Ivy asked from the hallway.

Ian looked down, though he didn’t need to. He knew his dick was stiff. He wanted his erection to go away, but it seemed uninterested in doing so. Instead, it seemed keen on remaining a throbbing totem to the interest in cuckolding he kept trying to deny.

“Can I take your lack of a response as a yes, sweetie?” Ivy asked.

The sounds of a blowjob once again drifted into the bedroom. Ian once again thrashed against the bondage. He considered trying to fall backwards in the chair to break it, but he’d felt he’d be just as likely to break his hands as he would the chair.

“Fuck, if you’re half as good in bed as you are at sucking cock this is going to be the best orgasm of my life,” the guy said.

“I’m better,” Ivy replied. “My husband doesn’t seem to appreciate just how good I am and just how lucky he is to have me. Maybe he’ll appreciate me more after he watches me work an orgasm out of this beautiful cock of yours.”

Ian looked towards the door and his wife appeared with a tall, handsome, naked man behind her. He was at least ten years younger than Ivy and he possessed the biggest cock Ian had ever seen, including those he’d witnessed in porn videos.

“Ivy, what the fuck? Where did you find this fucking guy and why are you doing this?” Ian asked.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding,” the young stranger said. “He’s definitely not getting out of that chair.” He laughed.

“Ian, this is Alex. I met him on Tinder. I told him that I was looking for someone with a big, clean cock to fuck me in front of my husband. He was more than happy to offer up his services. Isn’t that nice of him?” Ivy said.

“No, that’s not fucking nice,” Ian said. “This is fucked up. Now send him away and untie me. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a cuckold. I just wanted to fantasize about it. That’s it.”

“Your cock is still hard, sweetie, so I don’t believe you. Now I’m going to fuck Alex and you’re going to watch and I see no reason you can’t try and enjoy yourself. I’m not doing this to punish you, I promise. I’m doing this to show you that the real thing is so much better than a fantasy. Trust me, you’re going to love watching my pussy stretch out around this beautiful cock,” Ivy explained.

“Ivy, no. Please, just don’t. I swear, I’ll do anything. I’ll take you on vacation. I’ll buy you a new car. I’ll…I don’t know, I’ll take you to Neiman Marcus. We can max out my credit cards. Just don’t fuck him. Don’t cuckold me,” Ian begged.

Ivy smiled and said, “It’s too late, sweetie.”

She turned to Alex, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and said, “Why don’t you get in the bed? I want to take this beautiful cock of yours for a ride.”

“With pleasure,” Alex replied. He pulled back the bed sheets and laid his naked ass on Ian’s side.

Ivy sauntered over with a smile on her face. She slowly lowered her panties as Ian watched her beautiful pussy come into view. Ivy ran her fingers over her lips and pushed two inside. Ian was close enough to hear how wet she was.

“Your wife is wet for another man,” she said. “Just like in your fantasies.” Ivy pulled her fingers out and showed Ian the slick juices that coated them. “That’s for him. I’m wet for him. I’m wet because I want to feel that monster cock of his inside me. I want him to stretch me out while you watch. I want him to stretch my tight little married pussy so good that I can’t even feel your cock when he’s done with me.”

Ian wished he could cover his ears. Ivy was repeating the same things she’d said to make him cum in the past. She was offering the same dirty talk she’d offered before, the same dirty talk that had led to countless orgasms on his part. It was working, too. He felt the arousal spread from between his legs. He felt it envelop his brain and leave him desperate to see her pussy stretched around the legitimately huge cock on the young man in their bed.

“Please,” Ian said, but he could hear that the fight wasn’t in his voice. He could hear that his protest was perfunctory at best. Ivy seemed to hear it too.

“Just enjoy this,” Ivy said.

She turned and crawled into the bed as Ian stared at her ass and the beauty of her enflamed pussy lips. He saw his wife’s head drop into the young man’s lap. He heard Alex moan. Ivy was sucking cock again. This time she was doing it in their bed. She was sucking someone else’s cock in their bed and Ian couldn’t keep the arousal at bay. He tried closing his eyes but it didn’t matter. He could hear it. He could hear the sucking and Alex’s moans. It was almost as potent as watching it.

“I need you inside me,” Ivy said.

Ian opened his eyes and watched his wife straddle the young man. She rubbed his unprotected cock over her pussy lips – she’d mentioned she was specifically looking for a clean cock – and then sank down on it.

“Fuck…oh…fuck,” Ivy said before unleashing a long, low moan as her pussy swallowed the cock.

Ian’s cock throbbed as he stared. He felt the overwhelming sensations of cuckold angst and desire meld into one. His heart pounded. His legs tingled. His cock ached with desire. His balls were tight against his body and they yearned to release the seed stored inside them.

“You like my cock?” Alex asked.

Ivy slowly lifted her pussy off of it and Ian held his breath as he watched his wife’s labia cling to the other man’s shaft. He’d never seen anything like it and the sounds of pleasure coming from his wife made it seem like she’d never felt anything like it.

“I looooove your cock,” she said. “I fucking love it.”

Her pussy dropped down on it and Ivy kissed Alex. He grabbed her ass and she began to ride him slowly. In and out his cock went. In and out. In and out. She moaned into his mouth. He grabbed her ass and squeezed the soft flesh. Through it all Ian watched while tied to a chair in his bedroom. He watched his wife cuckold him. He wanted to keep protesting, but the time for that was over.

He loved hearing his wife talk about fucking other people. He loved the fantasy. The reality was far more difficult. The reality had someone else’s hands on her. It had Ivy kissing someone else. It had her fucking someone bareback. It had her moaning like she was getting fucked by God himself. It had Ian tied to a chair and almost completely uninvolved as Ivy wasn’t even looking at him.

Ivy sat up on Alex’s cock and looked over her shoulder. “Are you enjoying the show?” she asked.

“No,” Ian answered.

“Are you sure, sweetie?” she asked with a smile. “It seems like your cock is enjoying the show. It seems like it’s leaking all kinds of precum, in fact. It seems like it’s really, really enjoying the show. It seems like your cock wants me to ride Alex’s cock until I have a huge orgasm and get him to pump a massive load of cum inside me.”

“Please don’t,” Ian said. “Please, Ivy, don’t. Just stop this. Please just stop it now.”

“You’re not very convincing,” Ivy said.

She turned back to Alex, pressed her hands into his chest, and began to move her pussy back and forth on his cock. Ian knew how good that felt. He knew how sexy Ivy looked when she ground her pussy into his crotch. He knew how absolutely perfect she looked when she was putting on a show and getting lost in her desire at the same time.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Alex said.

“Thank you,” Ivy replied. “I hope that means you’ll come back and fuck me again after we’re done here.”

“I’ll fuck you anytime you want my cock,” Alex replied.

Ivy leaned forward and began to ride him again. Her pussy bounced up and down and Ian had a perfect view. He saw his wife working the other man with the perfect, slippery, warm folds of her flesh. He saw her bouncing hard and fast. He saw Alex’s cock throbbing. He saw the young man’s balls tighten up.

“Alex…fuck…I’m close,” Ivy said. “You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum so fucking hard on your cock. I’m going to cum so hard!”

Ivy was lost in it now. She was on her way to an orgasm and there was nothing Ian could do. He was tied to a chair. There was no way out. Even if he screamed he couldn’t stop the other man from making his wife cum. He couldn’t stop Alex from cumming inside her. He couldn’t stop any of it.

“Alex…oh my God…I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Ivy screamed.

She rode him harder and he grabbed her ass and grunted. He pumped his cock up into her at a wild pace and Ivy moaned right through her climax. Then Alex stopped. He buried his cock inside her. He unleashed the kind of wild groans that almost always accompany a young man’s orgasm. Ian watched Alex’s balls jump as he injected his seed into Ivy’s pussy. He watched another man cum in his wife and he looked down to see a stream of precum dripping from his cock. He was hugely aroused and utterly humiliated that he’d remained rock hard and eager throughout watching his wife fuck someone else.

“Thank you,” Ivy said.

“My pleasure,” Alex replied.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to give my husband something I know he wants,” Ivy said.

“Can I watch?” Alex asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

Ivy dismounted from Alex’s cock, backed out of the bed, and spun around. She put her hands on Ian’s shoulders and lowered her pussy until it hovered just above the plump head of his erect cock.

“Please…don’t,” Ian said.

Ivy smiled as if those were the magic words she’d been waiting to hear. She dropped her slippery, steamy, cum-filled pussy on his cock and kissed him.

Every ounce of fight drained from Ian. He opened his mouth and welcomed his wife’s tongue as he groaned at the sheer pleasure of her slippery pussy swallowing his cock.

“Do you want me to ride you?” she asked.

Ian couldn’t quite muster the strength to speak as an internal battle raged. He was turned on. Immensely turned on, in fact. He wanted his wife to ride his cock. He wanted to cum inside her. He wanted to complete his cuckolding by being the second man to cum inside her. He knew that would mean more cuckolding, though. He knew it would mean going through the angst all over again. He knew it would mean permanently leaving the world of fantasy he’d gotten so comfortable in.

Ivy leaned down and kissed his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair. She nibbled his ear lobe. She whispered, “You’re a cuckold now. It’s over. Isn’t it time that you enjoyed it? Isn’t it time that you let go and enjoyed the fact that another man came in your wife’s tight little pussy? Isn’t it time to enjoy that he was so fucking big that I can barely feel you inside me?”

Ian groaned. Not only had his wife cuckolded him, but she’d done it with someone wielding a massive cock, just like he’d always fantasized about. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to let go and enjoy it. Maybe it was time for him to appreciate that he was married to an amazing woman who saw to it that his fantasy became reality.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s time.”

“That’s what I thought,” Ivy said. “Now relax and enjoy it. Let me milk your cock with my messy pussy. Let your wife’s cum-filled cunt make you cum.”

Ivy pulled Ian’s head to her chest and began to ride his cock. He kissed the tops of her breasts and let himself go. He let his wife milk his cock with her messy pussy. He let the pleasure of finally being a cuckold wash over him. He let the joy of living out his fantasy come a reality.

“Ivy…fuck…it feels so good,” he said.

“That’s good, sweetie,” she said. “That’s so good. Enjoy it. Enjoy my messy pussy. Enjoy fucking me with another man’s cum inside me. Enjoy it like a good cuckold.”

Ivy rode him faster. The sound of sloppy sex filled the bedroom. Ian couldn’t help but think of Alex’s cock filling his wife. He knew his cock wasn’t stretching her anywhere near as much as the other man’s had. He knew he wasn’t anywhere near as big.

“I’m close,” Ian said.

“I’m not,” Ivy replied. “I can’t even feel your cock. I’m too wet. He stretched me out too much. I can’t feel your cuckold cock inside me. I can’t feel it at all.”

“Fuck…Ivy…I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Ian cried out.

Ivy leaned back and rode Ian as he unloaded in her pussy. He saw the smile on her face. He saw how much she was enjoying her orgasm. He saw how much pleasure she took from making his fantasy come true.

“Was that good?” she asked afterwards.

“It was so much better than good,” Ian answered.

Ivy leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Good. Now I’m going to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up a little. Then, I’m going to come back and Alex is going to fuck me again while you watch.”

“What? But…well, can’t you just untie me? You can fuck him if you want. I swear. I won’t complain,” Ian said.

“I believe you, and I know you don’t want to watch again. I don’t care. I want you to watch. I want you to watch as a little bit of a punishment for all those times you forgot to make me cum after I jerked you off while talking about your little fantasy. I’m tired of not getting what I want and I think you need to suffer a little to make up for your selfishness,” Ivy explained as she lifted her pussy from Ian’s cock.

“I’m sorry,” Ian said. She wasn’t wrong. He’d never thought much of it, but he had been selfish. It was embarrassing to admit, but it was true.

“I know and I don’t care,” Ivy said. “You’ll take your punishment like a good boy or this is the last time you enjoy a cuckold orgasm. I’ll keep fucking Alex, of course, but you won’t watch again and I won’t ever talk to you again about your fantasy while I make you feel good. Do you understand?”

Ian nodded. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

“Good boy,” she said.

Ivy walked towards the bathroom as Ian looked at Alex. The young man had a throbbing erection ready to go.

“Your wife is incredible,” Alex said. “Sucks for you, I guess, but she’s incredible.”

“Yes, she is,” Ian said as he came to terms with the fact that he was about to go through a decidedly unpleasant experience. Watching his wife have sex with Alex while he was horny as hell was one thing. Watching it happen while every ounce of desire had emptied out of his body was something else entirely. He didn’t have a choice, though. Her bondage skill was quite impressive, after all.