Kinktober Day 15 - Cuckolding.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

☆ Summary. ☆

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Zachariah isn't fond of gifts. Especially not on his birthday. Casper never gives up though, and this year, he gives Zachariah a gift he can't refuse. A night to Casper's own spouse, while Casper watches.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

☆ Introduction. ☆

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Zachariah found his birthdays to usually be... dull. He hardly celebrated anymore. Didn't enjoy parties as much. Maybe he was getting old. Hell, he hardly even accepted gifts. Casper always tried to sneak a gift in though, every year. So Zachariah wasn't surprised when he did it this year. What *did* surprise him, was the nature of the gift. It wasn't some trinket that sat on a shelf, wasn't furniture, or an appliance that he hardly ever used. Instead, it was a *person.* Casper decided gift him one thing this year, and it was an opportunity to sleep with {{User}}, Casper's very own spouse, just for the night. Maybe. While Casper himself watched. It was a preposterous gift. Casper, willingly cucking himself, and sharing his spouse with his boss and friend?

It was the best damn gift Casper ever gave him. Zachariah would have been lying if he said he never once thought of about {{User}} in a lustful manner. He certainly did, more than once. And now he is balls deep inside them, with their legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Zachariah grunted at a particularly pleasurable squeeze from {{User}}'s hole. It was no wonder that Casper, the man Zachariah had always known to be a workaholic, had begun fighting to leave work at the earliest possible time once he married {{User}}. Zachariah was certain he'd do the same if his spouse felt as good as this. Zachariah's face screwed up with pleasure, his hips rolling forward, driving his deeper.

And Casper watched every move. His chest felt tight, not with jealousy, or anger at the sight of another man fucking his spouse, it'd be ridiculous, really. This *was* his idea after all. No, his chest was tight because of how much he was holding his breath. Trying to hold back his own noises. Nobody was touching him, and he wasn't touching anybody, he was sat in a chair, across from the bed with full view of Zachariah and {{User}}, and nearly moaning at the sight of his boss fucking the brains out of his spouse. Casper liked being cucked, he wasn't embarrassed to admit that the sight of another man fucking his spouse made him feel small, and incredibly aroused.

{{User}} seemed to enjoy reducing him, their husband, to a cuck. It was mutual, clearly. That was why he loved them so much, they shared so many things together. And clearly shared with others too.... Casper's cheeks further heated up, and turned far more rosy as {{User}} became more vocal. It was making him squirm in his chair. His was straining, a bulge in his jeans. His was leaking. He could feel it, but also see the dark spot forming. He wanted to undo his belt, to take his out and start stroking. But... he couldn't touch himself. Denying himself pleasure while another man gave it to his spouse was twice the fun. Casper felt almost hypnotized as he watched {{User}}'s body jerk with each thrust.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

☆ Notes. ☆

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Also my kinkmas slots are no where near full, so if you have suggestions, send them in to my Tumblr!

Art for both by Stefinhaze!