“That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does,” he said.

I kissed him on the lips. “I don’t know; it turns me on as well. I’m kinda getting into this whole cucking you,” I told him honestly.

Mark laughed, “Your best friend just had her fist in your cunt, and you are just getting into it?”

I smiled at him, “Well, this was more a threesome situation rather than true cuckolding, wouldn’t you say?” He nodded, “I guess I’m going to have to figure out some more ways to cuck and humiliate you. Are you happy with that?”

Mark nodded slowly as I climbed off of Julie, “I was wondering how far you would go with all of this,” he confessed.

Julie sat up and smiled, “Oh, I have an idea, more homework.” Both Mark and I looked at her. “Mark writes a list of everything he has read in his little cuck stories and every fantasy he has thought about; then, you have a guide of how far he is willing to go.”

I looked at Mark, who hesitated, “How far have you imagined?” I asked him. He grunted as his cock throbbed against the cage, “Oh really? Julie, I might need your help to come up with some ideas; you want to help me review his homework?”

He smiled and broadened, “Shit yeah, this is going to be fun.”

I looked at Mark, “Well, I’ve got a big day tomorrow, with the practice for an acting role and auditions,” Mark moaned again. “I should probably get to sleep. Mark, it would be best if you took the spare bed; it will be good practice,” Mark’s moan was a long one of frustration and arousal. “What? At least I’m not getting bred while you are alone in the spare room.” He groaned again as I took Julie’s hand, still wet with my juices. “You get to sleep in the big bed with me tonight. Oh, and Mark, I want to see your first journal entry in the morning; I will give you till Sunday for your fantasy list.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with a groan.

I giggled as I led Julie to the bedroom.

Once inside, with the door closed, I kissed her and fell into her arms. “God, that was so fucking hot,” I said quietly.

She laughed, “You think he is going to be able to keep his hands off those envelopes?” she asked.

“Not for long, I don’t think,” I mused for a second, “I’m inquisitive, though. I mean, we’ve teased him about me getting fucked tomorrow, me getting fucked and bred by his boss or our neighbour on stage, and the way he blushed, I think we haven’t been pushing far enough. I wonder how far he wants to go?”

She shrugged, “Complete orgasm control, him not getting to cum or even fuck you. You are becoming a complete whore and fucking everyone.”

“I thought this would be like a couple of month thing and get it out of his system,” I confessed.

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“God, no. Now that I’m getting into it, fuck, I want it all. I want Malcolm to fuck me senseless, and I bring creampies home for Mark. I want his boss to send him away on extended work trips while I’m his slut.” I kissed her, “I want to get completely covered in cum by strangers, have a photo taken and give it to him as an anniversary present.”

“Ooh, kinky,” she said. “So, where are your limits?”

I shrugged, “I’m going to need to figure that out. I’ve teased Mark frequently, and he has always found it arousing. I mean, fucking his boss unprotected? Letting Malcolm push his cock into me on stage, bare? When he asked me to cuck him, I didn’t think it would go this far, but I am having fun.”

Julie held up a hand, “Listen.”

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