Short Story ✍️ Cucked by the Hot Couple

It was just a fantasy until she left him watching.

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Caleb and Rebecca had been playing with the idea for months. Profiles on swinger sites, late-night fantasies whispered under the sheets, Rebecca’s hand curled around his cock as she whispered about him with other women, her with other men... her with other women.

They were twenty-three, curious, hungry, in love, and comfortable enough in their love and hunger to share both.

Nothing had come of it. Until New York.

They went for a long weekend in July and Caleb had arranged for them to have drinks with a couple from one of the swingers dating sites they’d been trolling of late. Neither of them seriously thought anything would come of it. Most of the people on these sites were at least a decade older than Caleb and Rebecca, and the couples their age were either complete flakes, or way out of their league looks-wise.

So when they looked at the profile photos of who they were supposedly meeting in the city--a stunning South American couple, around their age--both were extremely skeptical, but nonetheless willing to see it through.

They were real people, with names. Ana and Miguel.

They all four chatted on the phone briefly a few days before their trip. During the call, Miguel started to get rather explicit in discussing his and Ana’s future plans with Rebecca, and Caleb went down on Rebecca while he kept listening.

Still, they’d been down this road before: promising couple, promising chats, plans to meet, and then... ghosted. So hopes remained tempered, even after they’d confirmed and then reconfirmed a time and place to meet for drinks in lower Manhattan.

But they showed up. And they were even better looking in person than their photos.

Miguel, a former soccer player, was shorter than Caleb, but built like a statue, his biceps flexing through his shirt, his whole body coiled muscle. And Ana, taller than Miguel in heels, lean and graceful, small breasts outlined against her dress, long dark hair shining against perfect tan skin. They were an almost absurdly beautiful pair. Out of reach.

They all got along swimmingly, drinking and laughing like old friends, never mentioning anything sexual. Miguel seemed to be flirting with Rebecca, but Caleb got the sense that Miguel was like that with all women. He continued to assume nothing would happen.

When the check came, Miguel smiled and said, “Our place is close. You should see the view.”