Updated: Jan 23
Here's a sample of my book Cucked and Replaced: How a Rich Bull Claimed My Husband. The full book is available on Amazon, Smashwords and Google Play. Check out more about it on my website.
“That first night, he woke up in the middle of the night and fucked me again. We fucked all night; I barely slept at all. Then like mid-morning he woke me up fucking me again, and we lay around in bed all day just chilling, making out. I thought I’d probably head home at some point, but then he told me to stay again. That night we moved from the fuck room into the master bedroom, and then that pretty much became our routine: wake, fuck, eat, chill, fuck, chill, eat, fuck, sleep. Repeat.”
I could feel his cock suddenly start to get hard in my hand as he told he how good it felt waking up next to Callum. “I’d be half asleep, and I’d feel his cock rubbing against my hole. And he’d nuzzle my neck, and I’d just back up onto him, and he’d fuck me gently till I was awake. Then rough till I came.”
By now his cock was rock hard. I didn’t waste any time. I scrambled to get my pants off, lubed up Julian’s cock with my spit, and climbed onto him. As I felt his long shaft push its way into me I felt complete in a way I hadn’t since the night he left. I bucked up and down, milking his cock with my ass. “Fuck, bae, it’s so hot. I can’t believe you let him fuck you!”
“I know. It was unbelievable. So good.”
I kissed him. He kissed me back for a second before pulling away. “You know the hottest thing?” he asked. “He has these piercing eyes, and when he’d feel me getting close he’d get so close to me I could feel his breath, and he’d look into my fucking soul when I came on his cock.”
God that was hot. In all the years together I’d never heard him talk like that.
“He fucking owned me. I spent that whole week just begging for him to fuck me, wandering around his mansion with his cum leaking out of me the whole time.”
That admission made me reel. And the way Julian’s eyes suddenly widened revealed that he’d just realised he’d said too much.
“You let him cum inside you?”
He said nothing for a second. And that second was all it took; the thought of Julian having another man cum inside him, over and over, was enough to set me off instantly. I felt the rush through my balls and my cock, and I felt my dick contract and pulse as it erupted. I wailed in pleasure, embarrassment and dismay as my dick convulsed and shot wads of cum into the air and onto Julian’s new sweater. My breath heaved, and for a several seconds I couldn’t say anything at all.
Julian breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck,” he said. “I thought you were gonna be upset that we didn’t use condoms.” He paused, then admitted, “You know, I’ve got his load in me right now.”
Part of me thought I should yell at him. But it was too late: my body had already given away how I really felt, and the way my spent dick pulsed again when he said that just confirmed it. I lifted myself off his cock and flopped down onto the sofa next to him. In that moment I didn’t know what to do. He’d broken one of the basic covenants of our relationship — another of the basic covenants. And I knew by letting myself show how much it turned me on, I’d just given him tacit permission to keep doing it.
I started to stroke his cock again, but he brushed my hand aside. “Hey, I’m ok,” he said. “Like I said, I’ve cum already today.” He leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks for being cool with this. I know it must have been pretty intense.”
“Thanks.” There was an awkward silence, which I broke by asking him, “So, do you think you’ll want to go back for a repeat some time?”
“Oh yeah, Callum’s back a week Monday so I’m gonna go over then.”