Turning her Husband into a Cuckold

One of my favorite ways to pass time while bored at work is to read online classified ads. One site, in particular, is free to use and it has personal ads. The ads are always good for a chuckle and since pictures are allowed, one sometimes will get lucky enough to happen across a few good nude pics.

An ad caught my eye one time that I could not refuse to answer. A woman had caught her fianc?posting in the personals in an attempt to meet women. The email I sent her included a picture of me and details on my ideas for getting back at him.

In her reply I learned that she actually found pictures of him with men! After a few email exchanges she sent one picture of him with his face covered in cum. She also sent a few pictures of herself that were quite impressive, so I was eager to do whatever it took to fuck her. By this time we had exchanged nude pics of ourselves and she seemed as interested in me as I was in her.

She gave me his email address and told me to treat him like shit. She wanted me to tell him all of the ideas I had told her.

The first email I sent to him was provocative. I was testing the waters to see if he was going to fight back. I waited two days for him to reply, but he never did. After I sent him another email calling him out for not fighting back, I got another one from his girl.

She read the two emails and was loving it. She told me to keep it up because she could tell I was getting to him. Later that night I checked my email again. In the last email I sent to him, I told him I was going to rape her if he didn’t do anything. His first email to me was as follows:

“Please don’t rape my fianc? I messed up, so I should be punished. Just please don’t rape her.”
I couldn’t believe this is all he had to say for himself. I, a complete stranger, had sent him two emails in which I called him various names, told him details about his fianc?that one would only know if he had seen her naked, and told him I was going to rape her. The best he could do was beg me not to rape her?
I replied to this email.

“You piece of shit! All you can do is beg me not to rape her? This is what is going to happen. I’m going to meet her for coffee tomorrow. She thinks it is just for coffee and this is all a game. I’m going to get her alone and send her home with a twat full of my cum. I’ll email the pictures to you so you don’t have to feel left out.”

He replied again and begged me some more not to meet her, not to rape her, and not to take pictures. I met her anyway.

She read the email I sent to him and replied later that night.
“You are too fucking cool! You should see him moping around here trying to be apologetic. I can’t wait to meet with you tomorrow…”

I met her at a coffee shop that we had agreed to. She was stunning. Her name was Paula and I couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes as she introduced herself. She was very petite, which I knew from the pictures she had sent. She was not any more than 5’5” and probably 120 pounds. The tight blouse she was wearing did nothing to conceal her C cup breasts, or the fact that she was not wearing a bra.

Although I had already seen pictures of her nude, my mouth watered at the thought of feeling her soft curves against my body and tasting every drop of nectar her body could produce. She eyed me coyly while we sipped our coffee and discussed creative ways to get back at her beau.

We considered getting a room and taking pictures and video, but she really wanted to make him feel like shit. An idea came into my mind.

I looked at her across the table and grinned as I asked, “Is he at home, now?”

“Yes,” she glanced down at her coffee and gave it a stir before looking back up and asked, “Why?” My grin was met with a devilish gleam in her eye that caused a commotion in my pants.
“The safe word is ‘gallant’. Scream ‘no’ all you want. I’m not stopping.”
“Follow me,” she said as she got up and nearly ran out the door.
I parked my car on the road in front of a small bungalow with a chain link fence around the yard. She parked in the driveway behind a pickup that I assumed was his. I waited to get out until she had the front door open.

The front gate was open, so it was no problem for me to run to the door before it closed behind her. Her boyfriend met her at the door. I could see his eyes grow to saucers when he noticed me sprinting through the yard to the door. He tried to slam it shut, but Paula was in the way.

I grabbed her from behind and forced both of them inside. Once clear of the door, I shut and locked it with one hand, while holding a struggling Paula in the other. She was playing along nicely.

Her ass was rubbing against my groin as she struggled. I was trying to grab her hands, but grabbed her perfect breasts a few times. During the commotion the top few buttons of her very tight blouse had popped off, letting her tits spill out into the open air. They swayed and jiggled with her faux struggle that was pushing her ass harder and harder into my erect cock.

Her fianc?just stood there with his mouth open. I told him to take her hands. His expression turned from bewilderment to confusion. I wrestled Paula to the floor and pinned her hands to the carpet above her head. Her feet kicked the front door, leaving black marks in the white finish.

“Take her hands, God dammit!” I ordered him with a glare that shook him out of his stupor.
“Get off of her!” What do you think you’re doing?” He yelled.

I pinned her wrists together with one hand while lying between her legs. She ground her hips into mine and thrust her tits in my face, but doing a damn good job of making it look like a struggle. With my free hand I punched her fianc?in the groin. I didn’t hold back, he got all the strength I could muster from the position I was in.

“Take her fucking hands!” I barked.
He was on his knees holding his crotch, his eyes were closed in pain. I slapped him in the face and told him again to hold her hands. Reluctantly he complied.
“Joe! What are you doing? No!” She screamed at him while thrusting her hips into my fully erect cock.
Joe sat on his knees with his feet under his body. He held Paula tightly against his thighs and lower torso with one hand under each of her arms. I was positioned between her legs, so her fight was pretty useless at this point, even if it had been real.
I finished ripping her shirt off, fully exposing her beautifully firm breasts and tight stomach. She arched her back in a vain attempt to free herself from Joe’s grasp while at the same time thrusting her hardened nipples into my eager mouth. She screamed out and thrust her hips into mine as I bit her left nipple and twisted the other in my hand.
Joe was trying not to look while repeatedly saying, “Sorry, Paula.