This is the story of how I was turned from devoted fiancé into a owned slut.
Some backstory, my name is Joe, I'm 30 years old, about 6 '5 tall and average build. White, brown hair and brown eyes. I would say I'm average in the looks department. I've been with my fiancé, Adam, for about 3 years now and we are currently planning the wedding. Adam is 32 years, 5 '10, black hair and slim body. I don't know how I managed to get a man like him but he's the best man I've ever met.
We've had a few threesomes, but it's always together, never alone. This point is important to this story.
One day while at work I got a message from a guy we had a couple of threesomes with, Sam, but we had a falling out and haven't spoken in over a year. He asked me to go for a drink tonight to talk about what happened and that he wanted to at least be able to be friends. I figured why not, my fiancé was working late at the hospital and I would be home alone. So I replied yes and he told me the time and place.
I got there a few minutes early, ordered us a couple of beers and grabbed a table. I immediately noticed when Sam walked in through the door. He looked really good, 6'3 with brown hair, tanned and ripped. He wore a tight shirt to show off his muscles and my eyes couldn't help but wander to his bulge, where his thick 8 inch cock was hiding. He saw me and came and sat down, and we chatted a bit awkwardly.
Slowly it became more natural and as the beers went down the conversation started flowing. As I was taking another sip, I felt his hand on my leg. He was sitting right next to me and he leaned in and whispered in my ear
"Have you missed my cock filling you up?"
I gulped and almost choked on the beer. Maybe it was the alcohol or the whole situation but I just nodded. It was the truth. While I love my fiancé, and we have great sex, I like to be submissive and that's not something Adam is into.
"All I've been thinking about since I walked in is feeling your lips around my cock, using you," he continued. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge, he was rock hard and I couldn't help but moan quietly and grab it. After a few seconds, I came to my senses. I was basically cheating on my fiancé, I had to get out of there before it went further.
"I have to go to the toilet," I said and stood up, trying to hide my own erection and quickly walked away.
I found an empty stall, locked the door, sat down on the toilet and breathed. I had to get out of there, I had to leave. I was able to collect myself and figured I would go out and say goodbye and go home, leave before I crossed one line too many. But to be completely honest, he was right. I had missed his cock, him fucking me. He knew how to make me feel like slut and use me. And he knew I was craving it. But I would never cheat, would I? I was so distracted that I hadn't noticed the door to the bathroom open, and when I opened the door to the stall, there stood Sam.
He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, lust combined with something that I couldn't place. He pushed me inside the stall again and swiftly closed the door.