Risk And Reward 5/5 (2)

The following story was written by an extremely talented (and deviantly perverted) individual whose name was once only heard in faint whispers in the darker corners of the internet, and is now hailed as one of the most interesting cuckold fiction writers around.

Nebic, as he is called, has attained a reputable level of popularity when it comes to cuckold stories, especially those involving humiliation. I am proud to feature his story Risk And Reward below. 

If you like it, I encourage you to stop by his website ( https://storieswithnebic.wordpress.com ) and check out some of his other stories as well. 

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My name is Rick, and I’d like to share the night my girlfriend cheated on me. I wont go into our full history but I can easily say that I’ve never been more passionate toward another person before. Meeting Samantha in high school she’s been my girlfriend throughout college thus far.

Samantha weighs close to 180 so she’s slightly heavy, but it’s mostly located in her butt and chest. What most guys notice first are her breasts, the heavy 34E Cup is more than enough to get any guy’s attention.

Don’t get the impression that her looks are all that matter, because I fell in love with her for more than that. She’s one of the most playful, happy, friendly people I’ve ever known, and It was practically love at first sight.

Anyway the reason I’m writing this is because a few nights ago I took her to the movies … and we ran into an old friend of hers. He had also been my friend back in high-school, but we had a falling out and lost contact some time ago. As you can imagine I wasn’t very happy to see him, or thrilled when Samantha suggested sitting together.

Sitting high up next to the back row like we planned, I was annoyed when her friend decided to sit on the other side of her. I was glad I didn’t have to sit beside him, but around 40 minutes into the movie Samantha leaned up against me and asked for more popcorn. Seeing how the movie was only spouting exposition, I didn’t mind. What I did mind was leaving her alone with the same jerk who caused me so much trouble in the past.

Standing up to leave I caught a glance of him giving me a weird look, but never thought much of it. Once I reached the concession stand I had no choice but to wait in line, causing me to miss at least 10 minutes of the movie. When I finally made it back into the theater I stood at the bottom looking up to find my seat. Samantha clearly hadn’t seen me enter, but from where I was standing it looked like she was giving her friend a hand job!

I nearly dropped the popcorn as I stared into the dimly lit theater hoping I was just seeing things. Perhaps the light was creating some kind of shadow illusion, or at least I hoped so. Unfortunately when the room was lit by explosions from the movie, her friend stood up to adjust his seat giving me a clear few of her small pale hand wrapped around his large erection.

As shocked as I was, I didn’t want them to know what I had seen. I knew if I could catch her in the act I would have more leverage for my justified anger. Walking across the bottom row I walked up the stairs on the opposite side of the big screen. Sneaking across the back wall I was able to get slightly behind without them noticing.

From where I was standing I could see Samantha openly jerking him with one hand, and every few seconds checking to see if I was back yet. I’m not proud of watching them, but after getting a better view I felt compelled to hold my tongue.

So I did, at least at first. Walking up quickly and flopping in my seat I stared straight ahead, although I could see from my peripheral vision her hand jerk away and him trying to hide his cock. I just pretended not to notice and quickly asked what I had missed, hoping to fool them. It worked, and I could tell from her friend’s sour attitude that he was upset about stopping. Samantha shrugged her shoulders at him, trying to say: “What else could I do?” It felt good having ruined their plans.

That’s when a problem arose: despite the love and commitment toward Samantha my dick didn’t want the show to end. I distracted them with small talk at first, telling them how big the line was and why it took so long. Then explained how I entered the theater on the wrong side, they had no idea I was onto them. I could see her friend slowly rubbing himself under his loose baggy shirt, hoping to have my girlfriend continue somehow.

I reclined in my seat and took a breath, I knew this was stupid but I figured we would fight about it on the ride home anyway. I put my arm around her back and pulled her beside me, letting her head rest on my shoulder. With an uneasy excitement in my stomach I leaned over and whispered into her ear. I told her that I didn’t like it; but I wanted her to keep going. Of course she acted dumb, asking me what I ment. Once I explained that I had seen her giving him a tug job she became worried, wondering if I was mad.

Of course I was, but like a fool I was listening to my dick instead of my brain. I told her that we would discuss it later, but that I wanted her to help him finish. Naturally she was a little shocked, but after a moment she kissed my cheek and accepted. The one catch to this: is that I wanted her leaning against me not him. She agreed.

Samantha didn’t know it, but by leaning my way it let me see over her back and gave a perfect view of her friend. I scowled at him of course, but as her hand reached under his shirt the look of bewilderment on his face made me crack a smile. He was about to push her hand away when he saw me nodding, non-verbally telling him that it was okay. The smug look of satisfaction on his face instantly brought back my scowl.

Now I’m not a big man, and I’m happy with my dick size, but I felt a little humiliated once I saw what Samantha had been playing with. At least two inches longer and undoubtedly thicker her small hand could barely wrap around it. With a clear string of pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock, Samantha’s hand slowly worked itself up and down his length.

I tried not to stare the entire time, but honestly I was only glancing at the movie for a few seconds at best. Watching her stroke him gave me a nervous excitement that I can only compare with going on a blind date. Seeing him smirk made it worse: why would she even want to please him? Once he knew I wasn’t a problem he started becoming bold: pulling his pants down far enough so his balls were exposed. Moving her hand lower she softly caressed and squeezed on his nuts, which again to my shame were larger than my own.

1 Comment

  • Adam

    Reply Reply June 7, 2017

    Lance is the real man. what you illustrated is a loser actions. the woman needs a real man to fuck her to show her real action not a loser crying over her. Just use her, give her the big cock and hard fucking she needs. I am not saying there is no losers like you, yes, there are males who crave to watch there women handled by other men correctly and they get their kinks off of it. I am one who have handled wives while their hubbies watched and I know they enjoyed the show.

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