Bachelorette Party. Balzaminov's Wedding. Part 4

The mature slut Larisa continues to humiliate her fiancé. She has sex with two men right in front of him.

Just as I expected, my “rape” did nothing to dampen my fiancé's passion. If anything, quite the opposite—Vanya showed such concern for my emotional state. He handled my “post-traumatic stress” very well. I’m absolutely certain I can turn this man into a good, obedient cuckold. You might ask, why do I need that? Am I lacking male attention? No, I’m fine in that department. It’s just that over the years, ordinary sex has become too trivial for me, somehow flat... And I crave adrenaline so much! And my little doll, or rather my little cuckold, will provide it for me. I have a bachelorette party coming up. I’ll have to plan everything well and turn it into a nice little sex party.

VENIAMIN

In the days following the “rape,” Larisa was very affectionate with me. But not much time passed before my fiancée, for some reason, became irritable again, and for no apparent reason. And, naturally, she once again deprived me of intimacy with my favorite toy. What a pity that the pussy has such a strict mistress. I even had the sinful thought that it wouldn’t be bad if someone raped Larisa again. Maybe she’d become affectionate with me, like last time...

“Vanya, what should I do about the bachelorette party?” Larisa asked one evening.

- What exactly do you need to do with it?

- Do you know what that is?

- In very general terms. I have a pretty vague idea about it. A party of some sort...

-Yeah, a party. But not just any party. It’s an all-women event. A girl, a woman, gets together with her friends to sort of say goodbye to her single life.

-Where do you plan to hold this event?

-Some people go to a restaurant or a café. You could do it outdoors. Organize a picnic... But the easiest thing is just to hang out at home and chat.

-I’d love to hear what women talk about in a group like that. I bet you’re gossiping about us men, aren’t you?..—I joked awkwardly.

-Those are our secrets, strictly between women. We’re allowed to have our own secrets, aren’t we?—Larisa replied with a smile. - I think men would give a lot to be present at our get-togethers. But it’s not that simple...

That night, I had dreams in which I tried to find myself among Larisa’s guests at the upcoming bachelorette party. I don’t remember the details. I only remember that the Amazons drove me out in disgrace... In short, I slept poorly, and the next morning I didn’t feel great and looked tired. Larisa noticed that I wasn’t myself.

“Vanya, why are you so gloomy? Is something bothering you? Are you sick, by any chance?”

“Larisa, I’m going to be late. Let’s talk later.”

“No. Talk now. What’s wrong?” The question sounded firm.

Larisa knew how to be tough; I’d already figured that out.

“Well… I…”

“Don’t beat around the bush!”

“It’s about your bachelorette party…”

-What’s wrong with it? - Larisa asked, surprised.

-It’s fine. But I’d like... I’d like to...

-You’d like to be there too! Did I guess right? - Larisa said triumphantly and laughed cheerfully. - I’ll have to think about that.

I quickly got ready and literally ran off, afraid of being late for class. Larisa saw me off with a mysterious smile. During lectures, I was only physically present; my thoughts were far away. I fantasized about hiding under the bed or in the closet and listening to what Larisa and her friends were talking about. And then I immediately dismissed that idea—what if I sneezed or had to go to the bathroom, like I needed a diaper? Not an option... So I didn’t come up with anything. That evening, Larisa upset me even more.

“The girls flat-out refused to invite you to the bachelorette party. It would be one thing if it were some other guy. Those kinds of exceptions were still tolerable. But you’re the groom! My friends dug their heels in, and that was that.

For two days I walked around feeling completely dejected, glancing pitifully at Larisa. My fiancée just shrugged her shoulders in response. But as it turned out, I was worrying for nothing. One evening, Larisa cheered me up with some good news.

“Vanya, I managed to convince my friends after all. Although they were reluctant, they’ve agreed to let you join our group. But there are two conditions. I don’t know if you’ll like them… In any case, one of them might seem unacceptable to you.”

My whole body trembled with anticipation. What kind of conditions could be so important and non-negotiable? And what could Larisa’s friends possibly demand of me that would be unacceptable?
-What should I do, Larisa? Buy a case of champagne for your friends?

-No. The conditions are somewhat simpler and yet more complicated.

-Let’s start with something simple

-Sure. The girls—sorry for calling them that, some of them are already over thirty. So, the girls have agreed to your being there, as long as they can bring their men. How does that sound to you?

-So what’s the problem? Let them bring their men... Even two for each of them!

-But you might not like the second part!

-Larisa. Don’t keep me in suspense—tell me, what else do they want?

-Vanya, you have to dress up as a woman...

I nearly choked on what I heard. I’d have to put on pretty stockings, women’s panties, maybe even a bra!...And everyone would see it! I felt an intense wave of erotic excitement wash over me. I tried to look reserved, impassive, but no way... It must have been written all over my face: both my secret joy and my consent...

-So you agree, Vanya?

-Yes, I agree, - I replied in a voice that had gone hoarse with excitement, though I tried with all my might to sound firm and steely. But it turned out the way it did.

LARISA

Lately, I’ve started wondering if I chose the right path in life, if I made the wrong choice in my youth? Maybe I should have studied psychology? Then I’d be a celebrity in my field by now. Just look how well I’ve worked with Vanya. First of all, I picked the right candidate. And second, I’ve manipulated the guy so skillfully and deftly that he’s ready to fulfill my every whim, every caprice. He trusts me unconditionally. Here’s the funny thing about his women’s outfit for the upcoming bachelorette party: he thinks that’s what his girlfriends demanded. As if! It’s the fruit of my erotic fantasy. It’s been running wild lately, and not just for fun! And the fact that I managed to change my husband-to-be’s mindset in such a short time speaks volumes. Mentally, I’ve almost broken Venya. His masculine ego has been practically leveled. He’s already ready to appear before my friends in women’s clothing—all I had to do was mention it. What’s more, Venya was delighted by this opportunity, even though he tried to hide it. But it’s hard to fool a woman in such matters, especially an experienced one like me!

VENIAMIN

Yay!!! I got access to the upcoming party. Larisa, though, calls this event a bachelorette party, even though she and her friends are far from being girls anymore. Oh well, let’s not quibble over terminology. The condition Larisa set was quite unusual. Although it all seemed logical enough: put on women’s accessories and gain access to a group of women. It all adds up. Especially since I’d already tried on a few women’s outfits. But it’s one thing to try something on in private, and quite another to wear a full women’s outfit in public. I didn’t think long—I’d even say not at all. My answer was ready: I agree!

I was faced with the task of deciding what to wear. I understood those ladies who agonized over this age-old feminine dilemma. But while they tackled this problem with several closets stuffed to the brim with clothes, I had nothing of the sort. Nor did I have any experience wearing such outfits. Here, I was entirely at Larisa’s mercy. Whatever she said, I would wear.

“Larisa, what should I wear? I don’t have anything like that.”

“What about your sister’s wardrobe?”

“Oh no,” I objected immediately. “She has weird taste in clothes, all extremes. A hooligan style—or a female hooligan, to be precise...”

— Well then, we’ll pick something from my things, or buy something...

We tried on at least half a dozen pairs of stockings. The lace ones, which I tried on first, were immediately rejected. The hairs on my shins were sticking out through the mesh. Too bad—it would’ve been cool in the lace ones. We chose purple ones with a white vertical seam. The lace elastic bands squeezed my thighs noticeably; I liked that feeling. We took the panties and bra from the ones I’d bought from Sveta not long ago.

“What, is a bra mandatory too?” I asked.
“It'll look better on him.”

Then Larisa offered me her slip. It was beautiful, made of silk, and looked a lot like modern evening gowns. I twirled in front of the mirror, trying to take in my new look. And you know what? It wasn't half bad! If you didn't look at my face or my hair, there was a slender, sexy girl standing right in front of me. I suddenly felt erotic arousal beginning to stir within me. My cock suddenly stopped fitting inside the tiny women’s panties I was wearing and poked out over the elastic. It began to bulge through the silk of the slip, and Larisa noticed it.

“Vanya, do you like wearing women’s clothes? Have you done this before?”

“No, this is my first time...”

“So there’s a very strong feminine sexual side to you! Otherwise, why would you get so turned on? Look how your cock is sticking out!”

-Oh, what, do all men act like this?

-You mean, do they get turned on by wearing women’s lingerie? Of course they do! So don’t worry, you’re not some kind of weirdo. It’s natural for all guys! And you’re a real man to me!

Larisa calmed me down with that remark. It turns out that a craving for women’s accessories is inherent in all men, and I’m no exception. Well, that’s just great! On that upbeat note, Larisa offered me a few pairs of her shoes. Larisa has large feet, so I was able to fit into her shoes. Larisa immediately ruled out the stilettos—I looked way too awkward walking in them. We settled on the wedges: they fit perfectly and are comfortable to walk in. I’m ready for tomorrow’s event!

In the morning, Larisa and I had a quick breakfast. I skipped my classes that day—time was tight. Larisa suddenly remembered that she’d needed to shave her pussy a long time ago.

“Why do I have to be the only one to remember this!?” she protested. “Don’t you remember when you shaved me?”

“Recently. It’s been four days, no more,” I defended myself, not quite understanding what I was apologizing for.

“Four days! Do you want your fiancée to walk around looking like a slob, like a streetwalker!?”

I spread plastic on the bed so as not to get the sheets and mattress wet. I got the shaving supplies ready and brought some warm water. Larisa lay down on the bed and slowly, pointedly spread her legs.

“Nothing critical, just a little bit of hair has grown back,” I thought, applying the whipped lather to Lara’s pubic area and crotch.

This wasn’t the first time I’d shaved Larisa, and I found it quite enjoyable. The faint crunch of the stiff hairs being cut by the razor had a hypnotic effect on me.

After the procedure, Larisa calmed down.

“To make sure this doesn’t happen again, make yourself a schedule and mark everything down there...”

“I will,” I promised.

Then she remembered that she still needed to buy ice cream and five bottles of champagne, even though we already had at least six bottles. Oh, this female absent-mindedness! As if she couldn’t have thought of this earlier. But I wasn’t angry. On the contrary, I carried out all of Larisa’s requests with particular care and derived no small amount of pleasure from it. Sometimes it even led to an erection, so much did I enjoy obeying her. That’s what it means to love a woman!

The guests arrived both individually and in groups of two or three. In all, there were about a dozen women. I was in full costume and watched them arrive through the window, without showing myself. Larisa was supposed to call me at the right moment and introduce me. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t nervous at all; I was just dying of impatience, wishing Larisa would call me sooner... And here she is.

“I see you’re ready to face my guests. Although there won’t just be guests—there will be men, too. Just two or three. The girls talked me into it. If you’re allowed in, why not make an exception for their boyfriends? Oh, and one more thing. This is a special event. You might see all sorts of things. So don’t be surprised by anything. It is a bachelorette party, after all!”
...During the first few minutes I spent with this cheerful group, I felt a bit self-conscious. After all, I was a man dressed in women’s clothing... But only the men showed a certain surprise at my outfit at first, and that was right at the very beginning, the moment we met. Later on, two of them didn’t pay me any attention at all. The third one, the youngest, kept sneaking glances at me, and I caught him doing it more than once. He looked kind of bewildered, or something. The two older ones were like a gun hanging on the wall to me. According to the principles of drama, that gun—or rather, those guns—were bound to go off at some point. And they did go off. And how they went off! But first things first. By the way, I remembered their names, but I’ll refer to them by the associations their appearance and mannerisms evoked in me. The oldest of them, Boris, was quite bald, so from then on I called him Baldy. The middle one, Yegor, was solidly built. His facial features and build made him look a lot like a bull. So, Bull... The youngest, Valentin, was, like me, neither here nor there. My age, 19 or 20. In that crowd, he looked like a freshman at a competition for professors. Based on that, I called him Student.

I knew two of the women. They were Sveta and Tanya. I used to buy lingerie from them for Larisa, though it later turned out that it wasn’t just for Larisa, but for myself as well. And here’s something else I noticed. The Student I mentioned earlier was apparently acquainted with Svetlana. In any case, he approached her several times and they talked about something. She addressed him as “Valya.”

Despite my status as Larisa’s fiancé, I was assigned the duties of a waiter—or waitress, judging by my outfit. And these duties were assigned by Larisa herself. So I did my best to weave my way among the guests, offering champagne to the women. The men demanded something stronger, and the vodka I offered suited them just fine. But only Lysy and Byk drank. The student turned out to be a teetotaler. As I served drinks, I couldn’t help but overhear the guests’ conversations. The topics were mostly neutral, but a few times I managed to catch something out of the corner of my ear that interested me. Once, the conversation was about me. A lady described me with these words.

-Not born a woman, but didn’t become a man either...

In the second instance, they were gossiping about Larisa.

-She’s always trying to be so original. Remember how she took a dip in the fountain on a dare!

-Is that when they kept her in the monkey cage until morning? Of course I remember, - her companion giggled maliciously.

‘Probably my colleague,’ I found myself thinking for some reason. ‘Just as much of a sexual fantasist as I am.’

And, since I’d seen him talking to Sveta, I dare say he’s come under her “patronage”—he’s her protégé.

‘Do you like that?’ - he asked in a hoarse voice, strained with excitement.

-What do you mean, ‘this’?’ I asked mechanically.

-Well, seeing your woman... your fiancée... with other men?... - he couldn’t finish the sentence, apparently unable to find the right words and not wanting to offend me with crude ones.

I had no intention of starting a discussion on the matter and kept quiet. The student sniffed a few times but asked no further questions. Not yet, anyway. But apart from him, other curious onlookers appeared nearby. Byk joined in; he joined Baldy and also got involved in the game with Larisa. Sveta and Tanya moved closer, along with a couple of younger ladies. Another one, not wanting to watch whilst standing, hobbled over, dragged the chair she’d been sitting on, and sat down in front of me. Then, without turning her head, she addressed me.

‘Young man! You can massage my shoulders if you like.’

Well, cheeky! She was, incidentally, the most mature of Larisa’s friends and, as it later turned out, the most cynical.

I wasn’t about to massage her shoulders; I had other things on my mind. The lads—though calling Baldy a lad was a stretch given his age—had already bared Larisa’s breasts and were now leering lustfully at those lovely mounds. Larisa herself rewarded their efforts with a delighted smile. Mere contemplation was no satisfaction for Byk, and he set about kissing her breasts. It must be said, Byk had a very wide mouth. Consequently, nearly half of Larisa’s breast ended up in the hulking man’s mouth during such a kiss. It didn’t look very aesthetic, but the audience clearly loved it. Someone at the back remarked.

‘He’s got a mouth like a pelican! I’ve never seen anything like it...’

‘Don’t drool all over my breasts, Yegor,’ Larisa said to Byk.

He let go of her breast, and his wide mouth formed a Neanderthal-like grin.

At some point, I realised I wanted to hold my overexcited cock with my hand. But the slip got in the way, so I had to take it off. And so I stood before the crowd in stockings and very tiny women’s knickers. My cock was brazenly sticking out of them, half its length exposed. I was certainly already tipsy (not from alcohol), but I still didn’t dare to masturbate so publicly. What would Larisa say to that? I just watched and took it all in. And there was certainly plenty to take in...

To the approving exclamations of her friends, Larisa pulled down Byk’s trousers and then his underpants. The women weren’t exclaiming for nothing. Yegor’s cock couldn’t leave them indifferent. Even I, though a man, couldn’t help but admire Byk’s enormous phallus. Larisa beckoned me closer. But I couldn’t get through straight away, so she jokingly addressed the guests.

‘People, have a bit of decency! Let the groom get to the bride!’

There were some snide comments about this, but they made a space for me next to Larisa. She was crouching down next to Byk. I crouched down next to her too.

‘Do you like it?’ Larisa asked, glancing down at his cock. ‘Do you want to try it?’

I stared blankly at her, unsure what to do: answer the question or ignore it. I liked seeing Larisa’s delicate hand squeezing Byk’s cock. Yes, the sight of it aroused me immensely. But I didn’t really feel like talking about it out loud with all these people around. And what did ‘do you want to try it?’ mean? Larisa realised she’d gone too far.

‘Don’t worry, Venya! I was joking. I’ll take care of it myself.’

And she didn’t lie. She got to work. Whereas until then I’d only ever seen oral sex in pictures in glossy magazines, now Larisa was giving a masterclass right here in our own home. I’d never have thought I’d see a blowjob in the flesh, and as a spectator at that. After all, it’s a very delicate, intimate process. Few of those involved are willing to ‘perform’ for an audience. But our case is special. No wonder Larisa warned me not to be surprised by anything. So that’s how it’s meant to be—we’re having a hen party...
From a distance of half a metre, kneeling beside Larisa, I held my breath as I watched her tongue tirelessly explore the contours of Byk’s enormous glans. Its crimson surface glistened, moistened both by its own juices and by the moisture from my fiancée’s tongue. As she caressed the cock, Larisa would glance at me from time to time. She was clearly interested in my reaction. I don’t think I disappointed her, as I was literally devouring the scene with my eyes. I tried to memorise every little thing, every detail. I noticed, for example, that Larisa’s lipstick had worn off quite quickly on her partner’s cock. Or another moment. When Lara took the cock out of her mouth not quickly, but slowly, strands of sticky fluid stretched between the head of the cock and her lips; they snapped if the distance became too great. A trifle, it might seem, but such trifles fascinated me immensely.

Larisa took his cock out once more, and after catching her breath a little, she said.

‘Vanya, my love. Kiss me.’

I hesitated, not knowing what to do. Apparently, my hesitation dragged on, and that wasn’t part of Larisa’s plan. So, without letting go of the cock in her right hand, she grabbed me by the neck with her left and pulled me towards her rather sharply, and I felt the touch of her wet, sticky lips against mine. In an instant, we were lost in a passionate kiss. In my wildest sexual fantasies, I’d never even imagined that something like this could happen to me. And here I was, kissing a woman who’d just taken me into her mouth. And this woman was my fiancée! Of course, I’d kissed other women before and I know what a kiss is. But this time, it was something special. Larisa’s mouth was full of sticky fluid, and some of it ended up in my mouth straight away. That fact made my heart pound twice as hard! Larisa made me do something a man shouldn’t do. But I submitted to her will, and it aroused me immensely. My body was trembling slightly. The sexual tension demanded release. And it almost happened, but I struck the head of my cock hard with my knuckles. The sharp pain took the edge off the arousal a little. Larisa gave me no respite. Once again, Byk’s cock was in her mouth, and ten seconds later she was kissing me. Larisa repeated this trick of swapping partners seven times, maybe eight. And without fail, it drew the approval of the audience watching us. I wanted to carry on with this game, but one of Larisa’s friends had other ideas.

‘Larochka! Let’s have a little intermission. I want to powder my nose; I can’t stand it any longer!’

Contrary to my expectations, the ‘intermission’ lasted only ten minutes, no more. Larisa announced its end.

-And now, my friends, Vanya and I invite you to see our bedroom. Anyone who wishes may come up with us to the second floor of this wonderful house.

By this she was making it clear that the ‘rest of the party’ would take place upstairs. The pause that followed dragged on for at least half an hour. Many expressed a desire to ‘touch up their make-up’, which was quite natural. Of the two bedrooms on the second floor, they chose mine. My sister’s bedroom was also free, but it was much smaller. Not everyone went upstairs. Half the women stayed in the hall to finish their champagne.

...A very small ‘group’ gathered in my bedroom. Sveta and, next to her, her boyfriend Valyusha-Student. There was Tanya and two other girls. Baldie and Bull had already made themselves at home on my enormous bed. For the first few minutes, Larisa was ‘reviving’ their cocks, which had gone limp during the intermission. Our civilisation has yet to invent anything better for this purpose than masturbation and a blowjob. In most cases, men get turned on by these caresses in no time at all. Not long ago, I’d seen my fiancée performing oral sex in real time for the first time. Now I was about to witness something quite different...

Larisa lowered herself onto Baldy’s cock slowly, smiling as if to tease me. She could see that I was watching her with my mouth agape, so she was dragging out the process. The head of his cock touched her labia. Her lips flattened slightly under the pressure of his shaft and then parted a little, as if inviting the ‘dear guest’ to enter. And the ‘dear guest’ didn’t keep her waiting long. He swiftly plunged into her pussy. Larisa made a couple of slow movements with her hips and, for some reason, slid off Baldy.

“It’s a bit too dry down there!” she joked. “Vanya, I need some help with my pussy! Come to me, my lord.”
‘The Master’ approached, not quite sure what Larisa wanted.

‘Come on, Venya, let’s get her pussy wet. You know how to do it, and you love it...’

For about ten minutes, I delighted in going down on my beloved. Larisa didn’t hold back in her response. I didn’t bring her to orgasm, nor was that the aim. Her pussy began to ooze sticky moisture. She’s ready...

I don’t know what other men feel when they watch their bride having sex with another man, or with other men, as in my case. I don’t know and I don’t want to know. As for me, seeing such a scene for the first time, I experienced a pleasure beyond compare. I saw how Larisa smiled, sitting on Baldy or on Bull. I marvelled at how the shape of her labia changed when a penis was between them. With a thrill, I watched Larisa the rider’s breasts heave in time with her movements on her partner. When the rider got into her stride, her movements became more vigorous and the penis kept slipping out of the warm, wet nest. It was difficult for Larisa to guide it back in, as her hands were occupied: one was braced against the mattress, whilst the other was playing with her second partner’s penis. Consequently, there were constant hiccups.

‘Vanya. Stop messing about. Grab it and guide it in,’ Larisa said after the phallus slipped out once more.

I hesitated for a moment, but the bride’s repeated exclamation brought me to my senses and I obeyed her request—her command. I wouldn’t say that touching the cock gave me pleasure, but a pleasant sensation did arise. It arose because, contrary to my masculine nature, I had submitted to Larisa. I don’t know why, but I liked obeying her will. I felt incredible pleasure at the same time, invariably accompanied by a strong erection.

At some point, Baldie, with Larisa straddling his cock, began to show very obvious signs of an approaching orgasm: he started moaning openly.

‘Aren’t you going to come in there, Borka?’ Larisa asked anxiously.

‘Yes,’ he replied hoarsely.

Larisa got off him and Baldy calmed down a little.

‘I have slightly different plans for your cum, lads.’

‘What, you want to use us as donors?’ joked Bull.

-No, boys. Don’t get your hopes up. I want to enjoy it myself.

-Can you shoot it straight into my mouth? - Larisa asked Baldy.

-We’ll have to try.

-Don’t try, just do it.

The bald man was masturbating frantically, leaning over Larisa Roth as she squatted; his mouth was wide open. The bald man had been working on his cock for a long time, far too long. Larisa’s lips must have gone dry. She licked them several times, glancing up eagerly at Boris’s cock, which was crimson with tension. I was standing nearby, awaiting the outcome of Boris’s masturbation with no less impatience. He suddenly quickened the pace of his hand, then arched his back in a peculiar way and finally shot! The first jet of milky fluid hit the target dead on. But there was a strong ricochet, and some of the semen flew out of Larisa’s mouth in splashes. A few of them hit me in the face and I involuntarily squinted. The bald man groaned and grunted, filling my fiancée’s mouth with ejaculate in spurts. The last drop hung on the head of his cock and refused to come off. The bald man ran his cock along Larisa’s lips and wiped the semen off on them. Lara wanted to say something but only managed a mumble. Speaking with liquid in your mouth is rather difficult. She turned her face towards the Bull. He was already on his way. A powerful hand moved rhythmically up and down an equally powerful cock. The first jet had a strange shape. The start was curved into some sort of intricate loop. Naturally, only a small part of it ended up in Larisa’s mouth. The rest went wherever it went—pardon the poor pun. Otherwise, Byk performed without a hitch. He’d built up a lot of cum. It struck me as odd that his orgasm lasted so long. Mine usually ends much quicker. But finally, Yegor came too. Having received the long-awaited cum, Larisa was in no hurry to close her mouth. She was showing off her ‘booty’ to her friends. But even more than that, she was waiting for my reaction, which is why she kept turning her face more and more towards me. I peered into her open mouth. Larisa was playing with the semen. The level would rise, reaching the corners of her mouth, then drop back down again. I noticed quite a few large bubbles on the surface of this lake of ejaculate.

‘I wonder how those bubbles formed?’ – a rather absurd thought crossed my mind at that moment.

‘Do you know what the name Larisa means?’ Svetlana suddenly asked.

‘Seagull!’ I hastened to show off my erudition.

‘That’s right, seagull. A bird. And you, Venya, are still a little bird, admit it.’

‘Yes, a little bird,’ I agreed meekly.

-And what must a little bird do to grow up? - Svetlana teased. And, without waiting for my answer, she answered her own question

-That’s right, it must eat well. Larisa, feed your little bird from your beak. You’ve just got the perfect treat for him.

I sat crouched like a statue, staring blankly first at Larisa, then at Sveta, not knowing whom to obey. I guessed what was in store for me and wasn’t at all keen on such an outcome. I glanced at Larisa once more. She nodded at me and I understood everything. Without changing my position, I tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide, turning it into a sort of target. Larisa loomed over me, her head towering half a metre above mine. She puckered her lips, forming a mini-trunk. She took aim. A thick strand emerged from this trunk and shot downwards. I felt it in my mouth, a slightly alkaline taste. Larisa was ‘feeding’ me her ejaculate, dividing it into small portions. My mouth filled considerably with the thick liquid. I didn’t know what to do with it next. But I didn’t remain in the dark for long.

‘Vanya. You have to swallow it,’ Larisa prompted.

I resisted this with all my might in my mind, but physically I couldn’t defy Larisa’s will. And such moments, when she broke my will, forcing me to do what a man should never agree to, gave me the greatest pleasure. I’ve said before that in such moments I felt incredible erotic arousal. That was the case at that moment too. I tried to swallow the semen, but it just wouldn’t go down.

‘Vanya! Don’t you love me?’ asked Lara, pouting capriciously.

I shook my head, denying her assumption, and reinforced this with a deep groan.

‘Well, if you do love me, prove it.’
‘Swallow it, lad, stop faffing about,’ Byk couldn’t hold back any longer.

I managed to relax my throat muscles by imagining I was swallowing my favourite hot chocolate. It worked. And just as I swallowed the semen, my arousal peaked and I couldn’t hold back. It turned out to be an interesting situation. Larisa had humiliated me as a man, and my response to that humiliation was my most intense orgasm. I didn’t even notice where I’d sprayed my cum.

P.S. After the guests had left, I went into the bedroom and looked at my bed with lust. My fiancée had been fucked on it just a short while ago, and I’d watched it with great pleasure. I stood there for a few minutes, recalling the most exciting moments. Then, like a madman, I threw myself onto the bed and began to rub my face against the sheet in the very spot where Larisa had lain with her partners. I’d seen something similar whilst walking the dog. The dog suddenly started rolling about in the grass, rubbing his muzzle against it and whimpering as he did so. I don’t know what sort of spot it was. Most likely he’d detected the scent of a bit in heat and was in ecstasy. It was the same with me.

And another thing. That night, Larisa was particularly affectionate with me. She even let me enter her with my cock. I didn’t refuse. I won’t deny there’s something to it. But it was on that very night that I realised such sex isn’t for me. Yes, my cock feels a pleasant warmth; it’s comfortable in there. But I can’t see a thing. It’s far more interesting to watch from the sidelines as another man’s cock penetrates Larisa. And I get far more pleasure from it. I suppose I’m a bit of a peculiar man. No wonder Larisa calls me a cuckold...