As you step into the dimly lit room, your heart races with anticipation. The air is thick with an electric charge as you take in the scene before you. There's a man sitting at a table, his eyes locked onto your every move. He looks like he's been waiting for this moment for weeks.
You walk over to him, feeling the heat of his gaze on your skin. His eyes travel down your body, taking in every curve, every contour, until they finally rest upon your crotch. You can feel it swelling as you approach him, eager to be touched and claimed.
He reaches out and gently strokes the bulge in your pants, his fingers brushing against the hardness that's been growing inside for hours. Your breathing quickens, and a moan escapes from deep within you.
"Take off your clothes," he commands, his voice low and husky. You eagerly obey, peeling away each article of clothing until all that remains is you, naked and vulnerable before him. He watches intently as you undress, taking note of every inch of your body, committing it to memory.
His hands are steady, confident as they explore your skin, tracing the lines and valleys that make up your form. His fingers caress your hardness through your pants, making you squirm with desire. Finally, he deftly unbuttons your fly, freeing your erection from its confines.
You gasp as his warm breath caresses your manhood, causing it to pulse and throb in response. He takes it into his mouth slowly, savoring the taste of you. You're lost in a sea of pleasure as he worships your cock with his lips and tongue.
He pulls away just long enough to speak, "This is for her, isn't it?"
You nod, unable to form words beyond a soft moan. He understands without you having to say anything, continuing his expert ministrations on your swollen member.
As he works his magic with his mouth, you reach out and touch him - his thick, hard cock jutting up from between his legs, dripping with pre-cum. You can't help but smile as you stroke it firmly, eliciting a low groan from him. He leans back against the table, eyes locked onto yours as he guides your hand to his hole.
"Use two fingers," he instructs. "She wants them deep inside her."
You follow his command, pushing first one, then another finger into his ass. He arches his back, enjoying the sensation of being filled. You can feel his cock throbbing against your leg, begging for release. But not yet - there's more to come.
He stands up, guiding you over to a nearby chair. With a gentle nudge, he pushes you down onto its edge, exposing your dripping entrance. He steps in close, his breath hot on the back of your neck as he positions himself behind you.
With a single thrust, he's buried himself inside you, stretching and filling you up in ways you didn't know were possible. You moan loudly into the chair, feeling every inch of him as he pounds away at your hole.
"Yes," he growls, "fuck her for me."
You do as he says, thrusting back against him with renewed vigor. He reaches around and grabs onto your cock, stroking it furiously as you both work towards the inevitable climax. Your breathing becomes ragged, almost animalistic, as the pleasure builds within you.
He pulls out just long enough to spill his load all over your back, leaving a sticky mess that only adds to the intensity of the moment. With one final thrust, you follow suit, coming hard against him in an explosion of ecstasy.
As the last shudders fade away, you collapse onto the chair, spent and satisfied. You turn to face him, our eyes locked as we share this moment together. There are no words needed - the unspoken understanding between us speaks volumes.
And so ends another encounter in the world of cuckoldry, where two become one in the most intimate of ways, exploring the taboo and finding pleasure in their shared desires.