Her Roleplay Game Was Too Good to Resist

I never thought I’d get hard watching my girlfriend kiss another woman, but that was before Sophia turned our bedroom into the hottest cuckold theater I’d ever paid admission for.

It started as a joke three weeks ago. We were tipsy, scrolling through her phone, when she showed me a private message from Lana—her ex from college, the one who’d turned her bi-curious into full-blown lesbian for two wild years. Lana was in town for one night only. Sophia’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Wanna play a and Pretend?” she whispered, tracing my cock through my sweats. “You be the jealous boyfriend who has to watch while I remind Lana why she still texts me at 2 a.m.”

I laughed, thinking it was dirty talk. Then she booked Lana a hotel suite and told me to bring condoms “just in case.”

The suite was all dim lights and city views. Lana answered the door in a silk robe the color of sin, red hair cascading over shoulders I suddenly wanted to bite. Sophia kissed her hello like they’d never broken up—slow, hungry, hands already under fabric.

“Baby,” Sophia said, turning to me with Lana’s lip gloss smeared on her mouth, “sit in the chair. No touching. That’s the rule.”

I obeyed, cock straining against my zipper as they tumbled onto the king bed. Lana peeled Sophia’s dress off like gift wrap, revealing the black lace set I’d bought her last month.

“Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Lana murmured, spreading Sophia’s thighs. My girlfriend moaned, eyes locked on me.

“Tell him,” Sophia ordered breathlessly. “Tell my boyfriend what you’re about to do to me.”

Lana looked straight at me, smirking. “I’m gonna eat your girl’s cunt until she forgets your name.”

The word hit like lightning. My hand twitched toward my belt, but Sophia shook her head.

“Hands on the armrests, baby. Watch.”

Lana dove in. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, Sophia’s back arching off the mattress as Lana’s tongue flicked her clit in perfect circles. I’d eaten Sophia out a hundred times, but never like this. Lana knew every secret spot, every rhythm that made Sophia’s toes curl.

“Fuck—yes—right there,” Sophia gasped, fingers tangled in red hair. “He never makes me squirt like you do.”

I groaned. My cock was leaking through my boxers, a dark spot spreading. Lana looked up, chin glistening.

“Poor baby,” she cooed.

Sophia came hard, thighs clamping around Lana’s head, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets. She rode the high, then crawled to me on shaky legs, kneeling between my thighs.

“Still hard for me?” she asked, voice sweet and cruel. “Even after watching her play with me?”

I nodded, throat dry. She unzipped me slowly, freeing my aching cock.

“Stroke yourself,” she commanded. “But don’t cum until I say.”

Lana stripped naked behind her—full breasts, trimmed red landing strip, legs I wanted wrapped around my face. She pushed Sophia onto all fours, facing me.

“Watch closely,” Lana said, sliding two fingers into Sophia from behind. “This is how you finger a girl when you actually know what you’re doing.”

Sophia moaned around my cock as Lana curled her fingers, hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back. I jerked myself slowly, matching Lana’s rhythm, precum dripping onto Sophia’s tongue every time she leaned forward to lick me.

“Tell him,” Lana growled, adding a third finger. “Tell him who owns you.”

“You do,” Sophia whimpered, then looked at me with glazed eyes. “I’m sorry, baby. I love your cock, but her fingers—fuck—her tongue—she’s always owned me.”

The humiliation burned so good. I was close, balls tight, when Lana suddenly pulled out and straddled Sophia’s face.

“Make me cum on your boyfriend’s lap,” she ordered.

Sophia’s muffled moans vibrated through the room as Lana ground down, red hair whipping as she rode my girlfriend’s mouth. I couldn’t hold back.

“Sophia—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Cum on her tits,” Lana commanded. “Mark what’s mine.”

I exploded with a groan, thick ropes painting Sophia’s chest as Lana came seconds later, squirting all over Sophia’s face. The sight broke me—my girlfriend drenched in another woman’s cum, my load dripping down her nipples.

They collapsed together, kissing lazily, tasting each other on swollen lips. Then Sophia crawled to me, cum-glazed and glowing.

“Did you like your show, baby?” she whispered, licking a stripe up my spent cock. “Because next time… Lana wants to watch you fuck me while I eat her out. Think you can handle that?”

I was already getting hard again.

That night changed everything. Sophia started leaving Lana’s nudes on my phone with captions like “thinking about her tongue while you’re inside me.” We’d fuck missionary while she FaceTimed Lana, moaning louder every time her ex told her what a good little slut she was.

Two months later, Lana moved in “temporarily.” The guest room stayed empty. Every night I fell asleep to the sound of them scissoring in our bed.

Some nights, they let me watch from the chair, stroking myself to the edge while they ignored me completely. Other nights, they used me—Sophia riding my face while Lana pegged her slow and deep, whispering, “This is what a real cock feels like.”

I never came harder than when they made me lick Lana’s cum out of Sophia’s swollen pussy, both of them laughing as I thanked them for the privilege.

Turned out the roleplay wasn’t a game. It was just the truth wearing lingerie.

And I wouldn’t trade my front-row seat for anything.