My Cosplayer Girlfriend Likes To Watch 20

When she was just doing conventions for the hell of it, before she got into it professionally, Janine often wondered why it seemed to be that every single hotel room she ever booked inexplicably had a chair next to the bed. It was too frequent to just be a mere coincidence, there was always, in every single cheap hotel room she ever booked and even the expensive one she shared with Amanda that one time, a chair facing the bed. 

Before her time, she had been too timid to ask what it was for to anyone who might have possibly known, because she didn't want to look like an idiot for not knowing. Most of the time those chairs wound up a receptacle of dirty clothes, or an extra nightstand, and even more rarely, she actively sat on it to read messages on her phone if the hotel's bed was really crappy.

It took years before she ever figured out what it was actually for... or at least, what she thought it was actually for.

And it was thanks to an internet meme that she finally found what it was for. They called it the "cuckold chair", and its purpose was actually extremely convenient for her, as it was present so that someone may sit in it and watch their partner have sex with someone else, with a front row seat to the action without being in the way of it.

Janine had been waiting most of the day. She had sent her man out early, she had some rest and recuperating to do after she had to be on her feet most of the day yesterday while wearing a particularly heavy dress complete with metal ornaments. After a couple hours the reports started coming, alongside pictures.

He was considerate and kind, of course, and he was asking her for her opinion. Communicating through text was easier than communicating through gestures, but she still sort of missed that intimate feeling she got when she was trying to read his expressions and gestures.

This time the con she had attended took place at a coastal city, and the bright and radiant summer sun meant there were plenty of people available to choose from, as there were plenty of people trying to get lucky during their holidays, just as many people on their own as there were couples. Some groups of friends as well, but mostly, her man focused on those who seemed like they were open and looking for a hookup.

He kept sending her images and texts, all the time, as he went about looking for what they were both looking for, and eventually, they settled on the characteristics they were looking for, narrowing down the search to one single final individual, a young, slim and athletic woman, with deeply tanned skin, a bright smile and dazzling hazel eyes, as well as a very slightly asian cast to her features, obscured by heavy makeup. Her hair was dyed different colors, forming a rainbow-like pattern, but its base was a black darker than coal that made it stand out even more.

As the image came Janine thought that they had settled on someone who was basically her polar opposite in just about every way. Tall, muscular enough to have abs and biceps, dark skinned, and her hair had every color except Janine's golden blonde in it, more or less. That was really very curious, but she was dead sexy. Especially in her slutty getup, booty shorts, the straps of her toxic green high leg bikini showing, a mesh shirt in pink and a matching green microbra that would probably get her cited for indecency if she wore it to the beach instead of a bar.

She'd come accompanied, but apparently the friend group was having a bachelorette party and they were all splitting off with different men. Janine wouldn't particularly judge any of them, after all she was literally observing her own man pick up a woman to bring home, she just hoped they at least had an understanding with their partners, if any.

They didn't take long to arrive to the hotel, and unsurprisingly, Janine's beau sent her pictures of himself with the tanned hottie, pictures of him squeezing her ass as they made out, pictures of his hand inside her booty shorts, pictures of her hand inside his own pants... all as they came up to the right floor, and then, into the room, she jumped onto his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the room, grabbing her by the thighs as the door swung closed behind him.

He carried her all the way to the bed and then dropped her on it, undoing the knot that held his pants tightly closed and then dropped them, kicking them away, revealing he was wearing no underwear, grabbing his half chub erection and giving it a couple of strokes. 

The dark pink tongue of the woman slipped out of her mouth and she licked her lips, her eyes visibly glued to his cock, her jaw dropping a little as it began to grow under his own work, the excitation for her apparent and obvious, he was getting aroused just by watching her.

She gulped. "D-Damn, that's... woah, just woah," she said, her eyes wide, wiping at her mouth and coming off with some of her lip gloss, she blinked repeatedly. "Shiiiit, you part horse man?" she asked.

He chuckled lightly, then grabbed at his shirt and peeled it off, it was tight and the heat had made him sweat, making it glued to his body. Janine just looooved to watch him undress.

"Damn, just damn," the woman moaned, going for her booty shorts and demonstrating that her muscles weren't just for show, her thighs showing quite a bit of power and flexing as she raised her legs high into the air and pulled her booty shorts up and off of her, tossing them away, hitting one of the room's walls, then dropping her legs, spreading them and giving him a naughty, nasty grin, reaching between her legs and moving her bright green thong out of the way, revealing a slightly wet cunt that had only the wisps of hair that had only recently started to grow back in after thorough grooming.

For a moment, Janine's mind wandered and she wondered, she wondered mostly about when she had last shaven, and if it had been something she did to prepare for the trip in expectation of getting laid, or if she just kept herself like that because she liked it. A tangent went off in her mind, her train of thought derailed when a stray annoyance reminded her that as a cosplayer, she didn't really have a choice, especially since she liked to cosplay scantily clad characters...

But she dismissed the thought because her man was advancing on the woman he had brought to their hotel room, his cock in his hand, climbing onto the mattress and kneewalking until he was between her legs, positioning his cock against her lips and rubbing it insistently, reaching with one of his big hands to her chest and playing with the small breast, especially using his thumb to rub at her nipple through the mesh and the microbra.

She let out a small moan at the sensation of getting toyed with expertly, Janine knew just how good he could be with those hands of his, they might look big and clumsy but they were anything but, and he had honed them and his versatility over many such encounters with different women... he was an expert, and was demonstrating it, playing her like a piano, hitting every key to produce a wonderfully sexy melody of moans, groans, pants and whispers for more.

Janine rubbed her thighs against each other, hugging her chest, wiggling in her seat a little as perverted energy coursed through her, like lightning bolts of arousal that went through her entire body. It was so sensual, so sexually satisfying, that she now truly and well understood the purpose of the chair she was seated upon. She'd been so giddy waiting for it to happen that she had already even wet it a little with her juices.

And the real thing was just about to start. 

He used his big finger to make sure that the dark skinned woman's bottoms were well and truly out of the way, unfortunately they were fastened by rings that sat high on her hips and not strings he could untie to easily remove the offending garment, and then he pulled back just enough so he could adjust his position, no longer rubbing his shaft against her lips, but instead pressing the head of his dick against her pussy, precum leaking from the tip of his dick being smeared along her entrance as he insistently pushed against it .

"You're the biggest I've taken," she moaned, her hands gripping his back and shoulders and neck, one eye closed as she panted, biting her lower lip for a moment before she let out a lewd, sweet moan, her voice a little higher, slightly more girlish as he pressed his big glans, the mushroom-like tip of his dick, against her lips, parting them and coming into contact with her wet, squishy and pink insides, rubbing even more insistently against her, clearly looking for and finding the entrance to her breeding hole.

That was it.

The very beginning of a new but familiar experience for Janine... So similar to what she had enjoyed before, yet with an all new and unusual thrill. Something she had only learned of while researching the very chair she sat on... something she hadn't gotten to experience, but which was turning out to be just as amazing and great as she had expected it to be, as dirty, filthy and naughty thrills coursed through her at the same time as she saw the woman her husband had brought home trembling in excitement and arousal as he leaned over her...

She opened her mouth to talk but that's when he decided to go in, pushing into her with implacable yet gentle force, just like how he knew... she had been split by that cock many times before, and she had watched it spread open many women, but truly, it was a privilege to have a front row seat to watching a woman have it inserted in her for the very first time. It was magnificent, lovely, girthy, thick, heavy, forceful, strong, flavorful, aromatic, potent, virile, masculine, and a million other positive adjectives, it was her favorite scent, taste and feel.

Ugly and burning jealousy coursed through Janine at the thought that someone else was getting to enjoy her man's cock, it was painful it was annoying and it was hurtful, but it hurt so goddamn good, she couldn't stand it, rubbing her thighs together even more, bringing a hand up to her mouth and biting onto her finger, careful not to injure herself but still feeling that edge of pain that only enhanced her hunger even more.

She wanted it. She wanted him.

But she wanted to watch him destroy another woman even more than that.

And that's what he was doing, putting more and more of that obscene meat rod into a woman that was only a few inches shorter than him and yet so much smaller that it looked almost like he was skewering her, impaling her, destroying her utterly and completely, her voice going wild, though she quickly adjusted by covering her mouth with her hands. The hotel wasn't that kind of hotel, per se, and they had to be mindful of the guests around them...

But even her muffled voice was music to Janine's ears, the sound of a woman taking way more cock than she could handle and ripping apart at the seams as she was overfilled and overstuffed, yet was in such insane and intense pleasure that she couldn't even dream of stopping.

Two thirds of his cock disappeared into that woman, and no more would go in, that much became evident and obvious and the only way to continue going forward would be painful and brutal in an unsexy way, and so he stopped, put his hands on her, one on her shoulder and chest, the other holding the hand that was covering her mouth still for a moment, before he brought it back to his mouth and made a shushing gesture, putting it on her other shoulder at the end, spreading his legs and her own by proxy, her legs raising as he did so, until he doubled her over completely.

Flexible, athletic and boasting of excellent musculature, a college student most likely based on age and looks, might even be some sort of athlete on a scholarship, too tall for gymnastics, Janine's thoughts raced a mile a minute, thought of her in many different costumes, especially considering that Janine owned a particular set of costumes... thoughts for later.

Especially considering the woman was having trouble breathing from being stuffed with so much cock, her mouth and eyes wide open, drool leaking out of her mouth and even her tongue lolled out as she tried to speak but failed.

And then the fun truly began as Janine's beloved began to move, began to give it to that woman, began to properly and truly fuck her in earnest, his hips pulling back and then slamming back down like a guillotine coming to sever the last thread of the poor woman's sanity, and that was only the first thrust, that made the bed creak and only by the miracle of putting pillows between it and the wall avoided a disturbingly loud thud.

And then he became like a pneumatic hammer, slamming into her hard, fast and strong, giving her no quarter and utterly destroying all hope she might've had of being even remotely in control of the situation anymore, her hand fell and she began to scream but his hand moved fast, and he grabbed her arm by the wrist to force the arm back into place, using the other to get both her ankles, which were quite thin especially compared to the muscles of her calves and thighs, and push them further.

She might not be a gymnast, but her flexibility could make her pass as one, Janine let out a whispered "damn" alongside a moan as she began to touch herself through her clothes at the sight of her hopefully future husband as he manhandled and masterfully fucked the athletic bitch he had brought for just such a purpose.

The bed creaked, protested and groaned at the abuse he was putting it through, his thick meat pillar went in and out of the greedy little cunt trying to devour it like a piston, with the strength and force to match any engine, roughly, powerfully and strongly gouging out her insides in a way that was causing her juices to gush every time he pulled out, making naughty, squishy noises on top of all her muffled moans and shouts and the harsh breathing that came from her losing her mind.

Janine didn't know how long that lasted, how long they went, it felt like an eternity that went by too soon for her taste, she hated every single solitary moment that it was this other woman getting what should've been hers, but it was so hot and sexy, it made her so mad and so hot at the same time, this was something she hadn't really expected she'd find herself loving so much... she truly was a cuckold, or rather, a cuckquean.

She felt shame and embarrassment, this truly was different... she didn't know this woman, had never spoken to this woman, had no relationship of any sort with this woman... And she wasn't even participating this time...

And yet she was sure she was gonna cum just from watching, she had soaked through her panties and sweatpants and her nipples were so hard she was afraid she might cut through her shirt if she breathed too deeply!

Her husband turned his face to hers at the very last moment as he began to give deeper, harder and longer strokes, his eyes meeting hers, and a smile drawing on his face... an expression not of concern nor of judgment... it was one of affection, one of arousal and excitement. He was looking to her, not because he feared she might not be having a good time, but because he was going to cum, and he wanted her to see it. He wanted her to know.

He was gonna cum inside this random woman neither of them knew, and he wanted her to know that it was happening.

He let go of her hand and allowed her the freedom to scream as he slammed himself home, diving deep, sticking one more inch of his cock than ever before inside that woman and then cumming deep inside her, Janine mewled and moaned and soaked her panties and pants and the cuck chair in her juices, a ridiculously potent, powerful and mind breaking orgasm tearing through her, leaving her numb and obliterated, oblivious to the world around her as she simply floated on cloud cuck.

And as she came back down, so did the woman whose orgasm she had coopted, Janine looked at her... and that woman looked at her.

"W-Wha..." the dark skinned woman gulped. "H-How long has, has she been there?"

Janine, a little fuckdrunk, giggled. "Ahh... since the... the start?" she asked, swallowing. "That was amazing..."

"Oookay, fuck, fucking hell, we had- shit, fucking what, what the hell man!?" the woman cried, looking up at Janine's most beloved, before turning back to her. "I, who the fuck are you?" she asked.

"I'm his girlfriend!" Janine said. 

The woman blanched. "F-Fuck, no, look, look I- this isn't-" she was panicking. "What the fuck, fucking what, fucking what the fuck man!!"

He stopped her from panicking by grabbing her firmly and pushing her down, his cock throbbing inside her, he wouldn't be satisfied with just that after all.

"Oh, please, don't mind me," Janine said. "In fact, do you want me to make you anything? Tea? Coffee? Water? We've got cola too," she said, though she guessed that girl didn't drink much soda.

"What the hell, why aren't you angry!? Your boyfriend just, just- just fucked me, damn, that was the best fuck of my life, what kind of weird shit is this!?" she cried, wincing and moaning as the cock inside her moved. "Ohhh, shit, I can't even get up, everything hurts and I feel like jelly and it feels so good, you damn bastard, what the hell did you do to me?!"

"He fucked you honey," Janine said with a wink. "So need a drink? I think we've got some snacks left from the con..."

"You know what fuck it, I'm willing to put up with all sorts of crazy shit for dick this good," she moaned, "I'll take cold sparkling water if you've got any and plain water if you don't," she said.

"Coming~!" Janine called, getting up and leaving a pool of her juices behind her as she left the room towards the kitchenette attached to it. She'd need a change of pants and panties later, but until then, she delighted in the sounds of her beloved partner laying into a woman whose name she didn't know.

Maybe they'd exchange contacts later? 

"Fufufu~!" 

She felt great, liberated, and most important of all, thirsty, so she hurried with the water and set herself up to support her partner as he fucked another woman, happy and satisfied, maybe even more than the one getting fucked!

Or maybe not, that orgasmic scream was so loud it could be heard even with her mouth muffled. Janine giggled to herself and tried not to drop the glasses as she carried them to the side of the bed... it was only just the start!