I Am A Cuckold

I was killing time just pacing around a store when my fiance finally called.  “Come over…now.”

Everything okay?

Yeah, he wants to talk to you.

Huh, did you….

No.  Just come over.  Now, please.  And, she hung up.

I started thinking what could have happened?  Why does he want to talk to me?  I called back Mary’s cell, but she didn’t answer.  Went to voice mail.  I starting thinking back a couple of hours before.

We woke up earlier knowing today was going to be strange.  The landlord of our condo wanted to meet with us personally to make arrangements presumably to move out.  We were 2 and half months behind in rent, not to mention behind on the electric bill (we were making payments), and just had one of our cars repo’d.  The year before I got promoted, and my fiance quit waitressing.  A few months ago, my base salary dropped & was supposed to be increased by a new commission structure that didn’t quite work out.  Then I got laid off.

The landlord was always nice to us.  He was especially kind to Mary.  He let us use our deposit to pay a month’s rent.  He let us use the last month’s rent to pay for a month’s rent.  He even let us slide with half a month’s rent.  But, we got stuck catching up, and figured we would probably get evicted soon.

It was Mary’s idea to see if she could persuade Ernie for more time.  She said she would dress a “little slutty” and come on to him a little.  I said, “Yeah, right.  No way.”  She said, “What else are we going to do?  I’m not going to sleep with him.  Just flirt a little.  He likes me.”

I said, “Not enough to pay the rent.  Let’s see if he can extend us a month, and we can use out tax refund to get ahead.”  She said, “We can try that.  Trust me.  Let’s pick out something sexy for me to wear.”

Blowing Cuckold Kisses

With that, I helped my fiance get her outfit together.  She picked a tight mini-skirt that was more like a big belt on her.  It showed off more of her ass than it covered.  She has long legs, but this skirt made her legs seems like they went on forever.  You could see her tiny black thong panties whenever she reached for something.  She painted her toenails & fingernails bright red, and slipped into a pair of impossible black high heels.  The top she chose was a basic white t-shirt a couple of sizes to small for her that accented her b-cup size chest.  Her boobs aren’t the biggest, but they looked like they were a good size in that shirt.  A few spritzes of perfume, some lotion over her legs, and she was looking way hot.

She answered the door.  When he came in, and you could tell he was pleased.  We sat down, exchanged some small talk, and then he started in by saying that he couldn’t justify keeping us on a lease.  I told him about the tax refund we were anticipating, and he pointed out that would still not get us to a break even point.  He said if we couldn’t get current and give him a check that he would have to serve us and get the eviction process started.  I started to respond and my fiance put her hand on my arm and asked if I would go get some cigarettes.  I was thinking what the hell since we don’t smoke.  She looked at my eyes and it was like a message for me to leave.  I excused myself, got the keys & drove to the store where I got her call.

When I got to the condo, she was sitting with her legs crossed on the recliner, and you could see a lot of her thighs and legs the way she was sitting.  He was sitting on the loveseat with his hands on his lap.  He patted the seat next to him.  “Your girlfriend says that she would give me a blowjob to get things to work out.”  I shot a quick glance her way, and she pouted a little and shot me a dirty, mean look.  He said, “I don’t ordinarily make arrangements like that, but, I might consider it with you guys.”

I said, “Wait a sec…”

He cut me off, “Hear me out.  Hear me out.  I realize you need a little push forward.  A little help.  I can help you.  Thing is, I won’t do anything without your permission.”  He paused and looked at her and then looked at me.  My fiance was staring down as her feet twirled one of her high heels.  My mind was swirling.  I was thinking wouldn’t it have been better if they just did it and never told me?  Before I could say anything, Mary spoke up.

“Look, baby, it’s no big deal.  We really need this.  I am not moving back home to your mom’s.  This is it.  Don’t mess this up.”  Her eyes and expression reminded me of a wounded animal.  She was pissed and scared at the same time.  I was getting ready to shake my head no, and she reiterated, “It’s nothing.  It means nothing.”  I solemnly nodded yes, and then got up to walk out.

Ernie said, “Now hold on.  You need to be here.  I don’t need some sexual harassment thing or whatever coming back at me.”  I said, “No way.  Just do it.”  As I started to open the door to leave, he said, “Fine.  No deal.”  I stopped, and he stood up to leave.  My fiance jumped up and walked over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “Hang on.  He’ll stay.”  I closed the door as she dropped to her knees.

I walked over to the recliner, and he motioned for me to sit on the loveseat.  I could see my fiance’s skirt hiked up showing her skinny ass barely covered by her thong floss panties.  She was kissing his crotch through his pants, and you could see his hardness.  He had one of his hands reached out on top of the sofa  and the other stroking Mary’s blonde hair.  She started unfastening his belt and pants as he stepped out of his shoes.

For someone doing as well as he was, it was funny to see he was wearing basic white briefs.  My wife started kissing and putting her mouth over him through his underwear.  She tugged his underwear down to his ankles and when she looked up there was a fat penis dangling near her face.  His dick was really dark compared to his skin.  It looked almost reddish, black in contrast to his skin.  It was really thick and had nasty veins all over it, and he wasn’t fully hard yet.

Looking Innocent

My fiance went straight for his balls.  They were fairly large, one hanging a lot lower than the other.  She started licking his nuts from the bottom almost near his asshole.  The more she licked, nibbled, and sucked, the tighter his balls constricted.  I noticed string of precum drip that went from the tip of his dick into my fiance’s hair.  He liked the things she as doing to his penis.

After a minute of ball licking, she traced her tongue from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft and to the top of his dick.  His dick had gotten much larger and thicker.  I think it was close to my size, but it was definitely darker and probably a lot wider.  When she got to the head of his penis, she started darting her tongue all around the tip.  Then with one hand cupping his balls, she abruptly jammed his dick in her mouth and held it there as she was swirling her tongue around it.  He took his hand out of her hair and then covered his eyes with both of his hands and groaned.  She put her other hand on the shaft and started working his shaft while her head was bobbing up and down.  Almost immediately, he shot his load in her mouth without any warning.

She pushed his dick forward and turned her head to the side toward me.  She started grinning as his cum poured of her mouth and dangled on her lips.  She was wiping it off  while holding onto his inner thigh.  His dick shot a couple of spurts of cum on the back of shirt and hair as he asked her if she was okay.  She laughed a little and said, “You’ve got to warn me next time.”  Next time, I thought.  He was apologizing profusely, and said, “I am so sorry.  I will.”

He pulled his pants on and sat back down next to me.  He asked, “We cool?”  I sheepishly said, “Yeah.”  He said, “Okay then.  I’ll get you two current, but this for time only.  I suppose if we need to, we can talk about future arrangements.”  He glanced at my fiance who went to the kitchen and was rinsing her mouth in the sink.  “Although if there is a next time, it’s probably going to take a little more convincing.”  We both knew what he meant.  I walked him to the door, closed it, and then looked at Mary.  We were both a little speechless and confused.  Should I be mad at her or myself?  Should she be mad at me?  How weird was this going to make it on us?

Mary walked over to me and pushed me down on the loveseat.  “Did you like watching me suck his dick?”  I had no idea what she wanted me to say.  I didn’t know how to answer.  “You think I’m a slut now?”  She unzipped my shorts, pulled my boxers down, and then started to give me the second blowjob she gave that day.  And, it was amazing.  She even let me cum in her mouth.  I followed her into the kitchen where she was rinsing her mouth clean from yet another blowjob.  I said, “I’m more worried about you than me.  Are you okay with it.”  She looked up at me and said, “It was nothing.  It’s not like I haven’t done that before to other guys before I met you, and it didn’t mean anything then.  Just casual.  Besides, I am not going back to waitressing.”  If she was okay with it, then I decided to put away my pride and be okay with it.  We were desperate, and it actually helped us.

Then came the next month.  We could have made the rent payment, but then we would be screwed with other payments.  I got a part time job back at my old job, and while it helped, it wasn’t enough to get us out of the hole.  Two weeks late on rent, Ernie was back at our condo.  This time we both kind of figured sex would be on the table.  And, that is exactly what Ernie wanted.  We went to our bedroom, and Ernie pulled out a little video recorder.  He said he needed to keep it for ‘protection’.  He asked Mary if she was willing, and what she wanted.  She looked at him quizzically and asked what?  He said, “I need you to want to do this willingly.  What do you want to do?”   She nodded, “I want to suck your dick, Ernie.”  He said, “What else?”  She paused, “I want us to fuck.”  Then he turned the camera on me.  “What about you?  You okay with this.”  I looked at the camera and said fine.  Before I could tell him that he wasn’t going to film anything, he put the camera in his pocket, and then reached for my fiance’s panties.

He had her doggie style with her high heels off, her panties at her ankles, and her skirt hiked up over her waist.  In a couple of seconds, Mary grimaced as he inserted his thick penis inside her.  He was a lot more rough than I thought he was going to be.  She was gripping the bedsheets as he pounded her.  With each savage thrust, he groaned and she gasped.  I kind of averted my direct gaze, but I was still watching them.  As he started getting faster, he asked her, “You want me to pull out?”  She turned toward him and said, “I’m on the pill.”  He reached under and grabbed both of her small titties, and then started fucking her like a jackrabbit until he started cumming.  Then he stopped and pushed deep inside of her and stopped pumping.  His balls were constricting a little as he shot load after load into her young womb.  Even after he was done cumming, he stayed inside her for a few seconds.  Then he rolled off onto my side of the bed and she dropped her chest down keeping her ass still in the air.  I saw some of his cum drip out to the opening of her vagina and form a small cum puddle there.  A little dripped out on her inner thighs, but the puddle stayed right at the center of her pussy lips.

Then she got up and went to the bathroom.  He said a couple of wow’s and damn’s as he was getting his pants back on.  He yelled goodbye to her, and said thanks to me.  He gave me an envelope which I quickly folded and put into my pockets.  Then he left.

She asked from the bathroom, “Is he gone?”  I said yeah.  She came out wearing only her top and climbed back into bed.  “Come here, baby.  Your turn.”  I said, “Let’s shower.”  She said, “You think I’m dirty?”  I said, “No.  Not like that.  But, you probably should clean up a little down there.”  She said, “Are you saying you have a problem with this?”  I sensed she was getting agitated and was trying to establish control or something.  I said, “No.  No.  Let’s do it.”  She smiled at me, and then got up and started undoing my pants.

She noticed a little wetness in my boxers and said, “Does it turn you on, baby?  Seeing me like that?”  Again, I didn’t know what to answer.  “You turn me on no matter what you do.”  That was obviously the right answer, because she started sucking me.  I was in heaven, then she started shifting into the 69 position.  I was almost in shock.  Her just-fucked pussy was right over my face.  I could see some of her pubic hair still matted with cum.  And, the smell of their sex.  I could smell his cum mixed in with her scent.  It was so gross.  Then, she started sucking the hell of me.  It was like her mouth was a vacuum cleaner.  Any resistance I had was gone.  She planted her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I started licking her.

I gagged a few times, but her thighs were locked on my head, so I really had no where to turn.  I would have had to push her away to get some air, and I think that is what she was testing me on.  She was making me sacrifice just like she did.  I forced myself to relax and enjoy the blowjob even though I was lapping up after another man’s sex.  Just as I was getting somewhat used to licking her after she was just creampied, she forced out a little dollop of his cum right onto my lips and mouth.  When I tried turning away, she squeezed her thighs even harder on my face, and she started sucking me even hard.  I came at the same time I swallowed his sperm.

My chest was heaving and I was gasping for air as she stayed on top of me licking my shaft and massaging my balls.  Her pussy was wet and a little stuffy on my face, but I dared not move until she was ready.  A couple of minutes later, she rolled off me, and then kissed me on the lips.  She had a devious little smile on her face, and that was when I knew we were going to be okay.  She knew what she was doing, and I passed her silly test.  Barely….

That’s how things worked out.  Every month, Ernie would show up.  The routine was usually a blowjob on the couch, then sex in our bedroom.  After he left, my wife would ‘creampie 69′ me.  She said it was a nice way for me to ’share’ the experience, and Ernie always left her pussy a little sore and puffy and me licking her made it feel better.  Our sex life was amazing.  We actually got emotionally closer.  She didn’t have to get a job.  We didn’t have to move back to my parent’s house.  So what if my fiance had to replace my dick with another man’s to make things work out.  I was okay with it.  I didn’t even mind the creampie blowjobs anymore.  I got used to it.

Then almost a year into our relationship, we got a call from Ernie.  He didn’t want to talk to Mary, just me.  He said, “Hey Johnny, I’ll get straight to the point.  I have a friend who would like to get to know Mary.”  I said, “Okay.  Spell it out for me.”  He said, “My friend would like to experience Mary, and he would compensate you.  You would get your rent paid & an extra $500 for consulting work.”  I said, “What do you mean consulting?”  He said, “It’s nothing.  Just be there when he & Mary work out the details.”  I said, “What do you mean details?”  He said, “Not details.  The same as our arrangement.  You just need to be in the room during their date.  That’s the consulting.  Think about it, and get back to me.  No rush.”

Doggie Style Cuckoldress Cutie

I hung up the phone.  “What did he want?”  I said, “Well, I don’t think it’s something that we’d be interested in.”  I had already decided against it.  We were doing fine.  No reason to get Mary upset.  She said, “Tell me.  Does he want to stop seeing me?”  I said, “Oh no, it’s nothing like that.”  She started getting a little irritated with me, “Then what?”  I figured I would tell her.  “Ernie has a friend who wants to see you like the way Ernie sees you.”  She said, “You mean, his friend wants to fuck me?  How much?  The rent money?”  I said, “Yeah.  And, he wants to throw in an extra $500 on top of that.  I told him I would think about it, but we don’t really need this, you know?”  She asked, “Is his friend cute?”  I said, “What?  You aren’t really considering this.”  She said, “Yeah.  Why not?  It’s easy money.”  I asked, “Seriously?  You would do this?  You know, we don’t have to…”  She said, “I know.  It’s no biggie.  If he’s ugly, he has to use a condom.”  She tossed me the phone, “Call Ernie.”

“Hey Ernie, Mary might be interested.  She wants to know if he’s cute.”

“He plays tennis weekly.  He’s married to a cute little Asian girl.  He’s nice enough, I guess.  What do you want me to say?  I’m not gay.”  Ernie chuckled a little as I was relaying it to Mary.  Mary simply nodded yes.

I said, “Mary says okay.”

Ernie said, “Fine.  I’ll tell him next Saturday after I see Mary on Friday of course.”  He chuckled again, and I nervously laughed with him.  We both hung up.

As Ernie was leaving that Friday, he handed me a check for $500 in consulting fees and another envelope with the name ‘Stan’ on it.  There was $500 in cash in that one.  He said that his friend, Stan, might ask for a few things different and to go along with it.  I asked for specifics, and Ernie said he didn’t know any.  I was thinking anal sex.  I didn’t know what.

We had Mary looking super sexy & slutty for our Saturday night meeting.  Stan was a handsome man.  He was in his 40’s and looked really fit.  He introduced himself, “Call me Stan.  You must be Mary.  Wow, you are gorgeous.”  They hugged for a little longer than was comfortable, and then we shook hands.  He took charge right away, “I assume Ernest has taken care of everything?”  I nodded yes.  “Okay then.  Where’s the bedroom?”  He took Mary’s hand, and she led him to our bed.

He looked at me and said, “Okay you little faggot.  Take her clothes off for me.”

I looked at Mary and thought about calling this off.  Mary smiled at me, and then walked to me.  She whispered, “It’s okay.  Take off my dress.”  I unzipped her dress and it fell to he ankles.  He smiled approvingly at Mary’s cuvy body.  “Take off her bra.  Leave the panties on.”  I did what he said.  Mary covered her small boobs with her hands.  “Move your hands baby.”  She obeyed.  “Nice puffy little titties.  Those are nice.”  Take her shoes off, he barked at me.  I knelt down and unfastened the straps of her high heels, and she stepped out of them.

“Come here darling.”  She walked to him.  He hugged her again.  She moved up to kiss him, and he pushed her head away.  “No kissing, darling.”  He rubbed her lower back up to the tops of her thong panties.  “Rub me back.”  She did.  They did that for at least five minutes.  It was weird.  They were just embracing and hugging. He said, “Get on the bed, sweetie. On your hands and knees please.”

Mary got on the bed, and started working her thong panties off. “Not yet. Keep them on.” He then instructed me, “Get behind her, and don’t touch her. Sniff her panties.” I turned to look back at him, and then he firmly told me, “Do it now, or the whole thing’s off.” I wanted to smack the shit of this guy, but swallowed my pride and started doing what he said. “Okay, get her ready for me. Take her panties off.” I did. “Give them to me.” I reached out and handed them to him. He pressed them to his face, and said, “Okay sweetheart, roll over on your back.” Mary rolled over and had her hands covering her pussy and her legs closed tight. “You have pretty feet,” he told her.

“Now spread her legs open by her ankles.” I reached for her legs, and he said, “No. Sit over her & spread her legs, dumbshit.  Present her to me.” My ears were feeling hot and red. I did what he said though. He slipped off his pants revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He got between my wife’s legs and then started rubbing his limp dick along her inner thighs and vaginal lips.  As he was grooving her pussy his dick started getting harder.  My fiance had her eyes closed.  I had my head bowed a little.  Both he and I were watching his dick rub her labia.  The harder his dick got, the more upwards it started bending.

Then he shocked me.  “Darling hold your thighs open.”  She reached around her legs and grabbed her calves and opened her legs wider.  He said, “Very nice.”  He looked at me and said, “Okay, faggot, spread her pussy and guide my dick into her.”  I was a little confused.  I spread her labia with two of my fingers, and waited for him to penetrate Mary.

“Read my lips, dumbass.  Spread her pussy, grab my cock, and put it inside her.  Now.”

May whispered to me, “Go ahead.”

So, for the first time in my life, I touched another man’s dick.  Even more shameful than that, I put it inside my Mary.  He motioned for me to get off the bed.  Then he started wildly fucking Mary.  He was rough right from the start.  Mid way through he grabbed her legs, pushed them together, and lifted them straight up into the air.  He jammed some of her toes in his mouth and started sucking on her feet while he pounded her.  Every now and then he’d take her toes out of his mouth and rub his face all over her soles, and then he’d go right back to sucking her toes and licking her feet.

After around ten minutes of fucking her like that, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and kind of squatted over her.  She was bent backwards, and all I could see were her feet in the air near his head and his cock slamming into her pussy as he hunched over her.  When he came, he started slowing his thrusts down, but pounding his dick even more forcefully into her.  He grunted a few times as he shot load after load inside Mary.  As soon as he was done, he pulled his dick out but kept her legs over his shoulders as he was still squatting over her.  Sperm started pouring out of her pussy and into her ass crack.

Naked Cuckoldress

When he caught his breath, he kissed Mary on the legs and feet and stepped off the bed.  Mary lay there with a blanket over her face and her legs still spread crudely open.  He patted me on the shoulder and said, “She’s all yours, pal.  You’re a lucky guy.”  He pulled on his pants and left an envelope on the chair by the bed as he was leaving.

I sat down beside Mary.  She said, “Is he gone?”  I said, “Yeah.”  Mary pushed the sheet off of her face and said, “That was the most fucking weirdest asshole ever.”  I said, “I know.  Makes Ernie look like a saint.  He left an envelope.”  Mary sat up and crossed her legs.  “What’s in it?”  I opened it, and there was another $500 in cash.  I handed the cash to Mary, “At least he’s a generous asshole.”  She laughed a little and said, let me get cleaned up.  I got ready to get into a 69 position with her, and she said, “No, silly, I mean a shower.  Unless you want that.”  She smiled at me.  I thought to myself I better follow through now.  So, I reached for her legs, and flipped myself under her into a 69 position.  I started licking her and was thinking to myself that I was really getting used to this.  I was past gagging or dry heaving when I licked my fiance’s freshly fucked pussy.  She started really stroking me as she was blowing me.  Right when I started to cum, she pushed my dick out of her mouth and then started to grind her pussy into my face.  I came all over my stomach.

The next time Ernie called, he said Stan was really happy with the last experience and wanted to meet again.  Ernie said Stan wanted to book an hour session and wanted to increase the ‘contracting fees’.  I checked with Mary and she said, “Hell yeah.”  The next day we got a delivery of a some lingerie, bikinis, and a gift card to a lingerie store in the mall.  Mary was almost skipping out the door to go on a little shopping spree.

Ernie stopped by and handed me an envelope stuffed with cash.  He smiled at me and said, “This should keep her happy.”  I replied, “Yep.  Thanks, Ernie.”  He asked, “Where’s Mary?”  I told him at the mall.  We were almost done chatting when I saw Mary pull with a bunch of shopping bags in tow.

She said, “Hey Ernie.  Come on in and have a drink.”  Ernie said, “Sure.”  Once we were seated, Mary said, “You know, Ernie, I just wanted to thank you for helping us out.”  I tapped her on the arm and handed her the envelope from Stan.  Without opening it, she glanced at the edges and saw the cash, and smiled a little contented smile.  She said, “I really want to thank you Ernie.”  She giggled, and then got between his legs.  After she helped him off with his pants and boxers, she immediately started sucking and licking his balls.  After about a minute, she looked up at him from between his legs and while occasionally kissing his shaft and balls asked him, “Where do you want to cum, Ernie?”  Ernie asked, “What do you mean?”  Mary sucked on one of his balls then asked, “You want to cum on my tits?”  Then she licked from his balls to the tip of his dick and said, “How about my mouth?  You want to cum in my mouth?”  She then deep throated Ernie’s dick and held it down her throat for a couple of seconds and then said, “Do you want to cum in my pussy?  My face?  Tell me where Ernie.”  Then she started sucking him while stroking him.

Ernie groaned and said, “I want to cum in your mouth, baby.”  She looked into his eyes for a couple of seconds, and then started working his dick with her mouth and tongue.  Every now and then she would slip his cock out of her mouth and rub it over her face.  After a few minutes Ernie said, “I’m going to cum.  I’m cumming now.”  Mary stopped bobbing her head on his dick and started slowly stroking his cock while still sucking on his dick.  He pressed her head down into his crotch with one of his hands.  His legs were quivering and he was leaning back into the couch holding his breath.

When he was done cumming, he let up on Mary’s head.  She lifted her head up, and took a couple of seconds to get ready to swallow his cum.  She kissed him on the dick once, and asked, “How was that, Ernie?  You like that?”  Ernie didn’t have to say a word.  He just chuckled a little and smiled at Mary.  She excused herself and then went to the bathroom.  Ernie took a few seconds and then put his pants back on.  He walked over to me and shook my hand and then left.

Things started off a little nicer the second time around with Stan.  He stopped calling me faggot,  but he made sure I knew he was the alpha male and in charge.  Mary dressed up in a neon green micro bikini that was probably a couple sizes too small.  It barely covered anything on her.  She wasn’t wearing shoes, and Stan seemed a little displeased.  He told me, “Get her some heels.  Some tall high heels.  And while you’re there put this on.”  He tossed me a sealed bag.  It was a cheap athletic supporter.  He said, “That’s all I want you to wear tonight, ok?”  I paused and without thinking said, “You’re kidding me.”

Stan shot the meanest glare at me and said, “I won’t ask a second time.  Don’t push me.”  Mary looked at me and was motioning me into our bedroom.  I nodded and went to change and retrieve her high heels.  I took off my clothes and got into the jock strap.  At least it was new I thought.  I got some stiletto heels for Mary and started heading back into the living room when I saw myself in the mirror.  I looked retarded walking with my ass hanging out of a stupid jock strap.

When I walked into the living room, they were hugging again.  Only this time, Mary wasn’t wearing any bottoms.  All she had on was her bikini top.  She was rubbing his back, and he was reaching down and massaging her ass and lower back.  He said, “Help her with those heels.”  I knelt down and started putting on Mary’s high heels.  She finally caught a glance at me, and she started laughing.  She covered her mouth, but she couldn’t stop giggling.  I helped her with the high heel straps and tried not to acknowledge them laughing at me.

When I finally got her heels on, Mary and Stan walked into the bedroom together.  I followed right behind them.  Stan said, “Take off her shoes, will you?”  I shook my head and then bend down and took off her heels.  “Present her to me please,” Stan said to me.  I did like last time and held Mary’s legs open for him by holding her ankles apart.  He took off his pants and knelt down in front of the bed.  He started licking Mary’s crotch while he was rubbing himself.  He got down lower and it looked like he was rimming Mary.  Then he got between her legs and started rubbing his dick all over her vagina, labia, and inner thighs.  Without him asking, Mary started rubbing the soles of her feet on his face.  That got him hard instantly.  While she was rubbing her feet in his mouth and over his face, she reached down and took his penis in her hand.  She rubbed it across her pubic area and her thighs and started moaning softly.  That was it for Stan.  He blew a massive load all over her pubic hair and outer labia.  Mary was absolutely coated with his man spunk.  He stood between her legs rubbing his cum all over her pussy and thighs.

After a minute he asked for her panties.  He swabbed her panties all around her thighs, pubic area, and vaginal lips.  “I’m going to keep these if you don’t mind.”  Without looking at him,  Mary said, “Sure.”  He hugged her legs with his face pressed into her feet for almost five minutes.  Then, he got dressed and left us with another envelope.  That made it $1,000 plus another $200 in gift cards.  After seeing all the cash, Mary had a huge grin on her face.  She kissed me, and then jumped in the shower.

Now, Mary has six stable “friends”.  She doesn’t like to call them customers or clients. She says she’s not a whore.  She just needs a little extra spending cash every now and then.  I kept my job to keep things legit, and keep us with health insurance benefits.  It’s just funny that Mary makes more for five hours work in a week than I make in the entire month.  We get to travel more.  We finally bought our own house.  We even started to actually save a ton of money.

The only thing going against the whole situation is my wife-to-be has to sleep with several other men on a weekly basis.  It’s certainly a little humiliating that I can’t provide for the both of us, and she needs to let other men use her body.  But, Mary is happier than ever.  I think she likes being the center of attention and having that kind of control over men to where they will spend obscene amounts of cash to be with her.

So, to close this cuckold blog post, I’ve dressed my wife in slutty, provocative attire to get her ready for other men.  I’ve eaten another man’s creampie from my fiance’s vagina.  I’ve physically inserted another man’s penis into my girl’s pussy.  I’ve watched men fuck Mary’s breasts, her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.   I’ve seen Mary orgasm from another man’s tongue many times, and I am okay with it all.  I am comfortable being cuckolded by the woman I truly love.

I have to admit I was an arrogant asshole to my wife on more than a few occasions.  Usually after a long day of work, when I got home I didn’t really want to spend a half an hour talking about what a good deal she got at Target or how long it took her to get her nails done.  She was a stay at home mom, and sometimes I had a hard time listening to how much spilled out of a diaper or whatever.

I came home on a Monday night, grabbed a beer, kicked off my shoes and started watching football.  She started in with her shopping adventures and I was trying to listen to a replay, so I snapped at her to be quiet.  She got a little pissy, and went to the kitchen.  After halftime, I realized what a jerk I was being.  I tried making up with her, but she was being a royal bitch.  I checked in on dinner, and she basically told me to make it myself.

So, I grabbed my keys, and took off rather than put up with her BS.  She called the cell and asked where I was going, and I told her anywhere away from her.  She launched in with the nagging and moaning, so I just hung up on her and didn’t answer any of the next twenty calls she placed to me.

I called my friend Kev and we decided to grab some fast food and go back to his apartment to watch the game.  After the game was over, we got to talking, and then decided to go to a strip club for a couple of hours.  The strip club was a real trashy place in an industrial part of town, and the girls there weren’t the best I had ever seen.  But, it was cool hanging out with Kev.  We both got a couple of table dances and a few beers.  It was fun.

Around 11 I called my wife and said I was on my way and not to worry.  Her voice sounded throaty and the only thing I understood her saying was Happy Anniversary.  I instantly felt bad because I had forgotten our anniversary.  There was nowhere I could get flowers this late, so on my way to the house, I grabbed a couple of flowers from the garden and figured I could use my charm.

The kids were in bed and the lights were out, so I creeped into the bedroom.  She had the bathroom lights on and she was sitting up in the bed.  I sheepishly handed the flowers to her, and said happy anniversary.  She was not pleased.  She said I smelled like cigarettes.  I told her I went to a sports bar and was just hanging out with Kev to unwind and not be so stressed.  Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t crying.  Her breathing was fast, and she was talking kind of low.  “You’re an asshole going to a titty bar on our anniversary.”  Feigning shock, I said, “What?  We went to a sports bar, babe.  I swear.  You can call Kev and ask.”  She replied, “Then where you get all the glitter from?  And the lipstick smear on your sleeve?”

I took a long pause trying to come up with something.  I said, “Okay.  I am sorry.  I didn’t realize it was…”  She cut me off and told me to stop explaining.  I sat next to her, and she took a swing at me.  I grabbed her by the wrist and told her to relax.  Let me explain.  She tried to swing at me again, so I pinned her arms down on the bed and then she started bucking like a wild horse trying to get away.

Suddenly, I felt a solid blow to the side of my face and nose that dropped me to the side of the bed.  I thought she somehow twisted her leg around to kick me.  I tried getting up, but I kept stumbling at the side of the bed.  My nose was pouring blood, and my head was spinning.  I had a concussion I would later figure out.  I was straddling the end of the bed on my knees and holding my nose to try and stop the blood.

I felt Michelle undo my belt and pull my pants down.  She pulled my boxers down.  The next thing I felt was her swinging the belt on my lower back and ass.  It was like I was drunk, and I couldn’t defend myself.  I slipped down to the floor, and she was still swinging at my legs and back.  I got in a fetal position, and she eventually stopped swinging at me with the belt.  My ears were ringing, and then from the dresser mirror, I saw a figure in my room.  There was a black guy sitting on a chair near the corner of the bedroom.  He must have been the one who knocked me down.

Michelle and he were talking and looking down at me.  I couldn’t make out their words.  The next thing I know, she is on her knees between his legs taking off his basketball shorts.  After she pulled off his shorts, she stood in front of him and started grinding her ass on him.  She had on pj bottoms and a white tank top.  It was like she was giving him a table dance, except his shorts were at his ankles.

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He reached up and started groping my wife’s chest.  She didn’t have a bra on, and I could see his black fingers going under her tank top.  Then he held her by her hips and pulled her down on his dick.  He put his thumbs at the tops of her pj’s, and in a flash she was stepping out of her pj’s revealing white lacy thong panties.  She started grinding her thonged ass on his dick, and you could sense his stimulation.  My wife was really turning him on.  Then my wife took off her panties and placed them on his erect cock.

It was like my wife’s panties were a little flag, and his black cock was the flagpole.  She walked over to me in nothing but her tank top and said something about enjoying the show.  I was still a little groggy.  She then climbed onto the sides of the chair and while facing me lowered herself onto his dick.

The contrast of his purple-black dick entering my white wife’s velvety pink vagina was startling.  His dick was enormous and thick.  Her pussy was small and tight.  His skin was a deep black.  Her skin was a creamy white.  He had a think layer of curly pubic hair around his legs and pubic area.  She was clean shaven.

It must have taken her a minute to get his enormous black cock inside of her.  Once in she just sat on it for a few seconds and looked straight into my eyes.  Then she squatted on him with her feet on his thick thighs, and started fucking him.  Here was my wife, the mother of my two kids, sitting on the dick of a strange black man.  And, she was liking it.

At first she was fucking about half of the length of his shaft.  After a couple of minutes she was sitting on him down to his big black balls.  When he came, he grabbed my wife by the shoulders and stopped her motion.  His legs were shaking and he was grunting as he drained his balls into my wife.  I counted at least 6 or seven spasms at least.

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My wife sat on his dick for a little bit as he reclined on the chair.  When she got up, she was leaking spoonfuls of cum from her little pussy.  He was black as coal, but his cum was at white as snow, and there was a lot of it dripping from my wife.  She walked over to me and stood above me.  I saw how red and inflamed her pussy was.  Her tightness was pushed to the limit.  Then I saw her contracting her abdomen.  She forced more of his sperm out of her pussy, and it dripped onto my hair and the floor right beside my head.

She told me I was worthless, and my dick was the size of her pinky finger.  She said she never enjoyed our sex, and the only good thing I ever did was have our children.  Then she said she had been seeing Demetrius for over a year, and because of him knew what it was like to be with a real man.  I was beyond humiliated.   She forced me out of the bedroom, and then locked it with them still inside it.

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I was prone on the floor outside the bedroom door listening to them fucking for about a half an hour.  When I got my bearings, I stood up and looked in on my kids.  They were both gone.  Probably at grandma’s.  I sat on the couch in the living room with my head on my lap.  In between her moans and screams of pleasure, I reflecting on what was happening.  My life was coming unglued.  I was losing my wife and would surely get a divorce.  I felt totally helpless.

She woke me late in the morning by tossing some clothes over me and told me to get them some lunch.  She went back into the bedroom and shut the door.  I went out and got some fast food.  I bought a little extra since I didn’t know what he would like.  I decided I would eat whatever was leftover once I got my appetite back.

I knocked on the bedroom door, and my wife yelled to come in.  As I opened the door, he pulled the sheets over their naked bodies.  She had her hand moving under the sheets right about where his crotch would be.  I set the food at the foot of the bed, and told her I’d have whatever they didn’t want.  She reached over and took the bags and started going through the bags with him.

They sat up on the bed and started eating right in front of me.  Demetrius got the remote and started channel surfing.  My wife was next to him still stroking him under the sheets every now and then.  I just looked down at the floor or over at the tv.  When they where done, my wife started giving him head right in front of me.  I didn’t know if I should get up and leave.  I just looked away as she sucked him.

He said something to her, and she moved around on her back with her head towards the foot of the bed with his dick still in her mouth the whole time.  He got on top of her in a 69 position and planted his face in her crotch.  With him occupied with my wife’s crotch, and his balls basically covering my wife’s forehead and eyes, I stoles some glances at them doing 69.

He had his big stallion dick pumping in my wife’s mouth.  She had both of her tiny hands around his dick, and he was still making her gag on some of his thrusts.  After a couple of minutes you could tell he stopped giving my wife oral to concentrate on what she was doing to his black cock.  She gripped his shaft and he started fucking her mouth even more rough.  He grunted that he was cumming, and it looked like my wife was trying to turn to the side and push his dick out of her mouth.  He was a little forceful when he was cumming, and his legs kept her head in place and his dick deep in her mouth.  She started wriggling around as he pumped his semen into her mouth.  Then she started gagging and coughing with his cum spilling out the sides of her mouth.  He eased up and she slipped his cock out of her mouth, and then she started really coughing and dry-heaving.  It looked like some of his cum was even coming out of her nose.

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She got up and ran to the bathroom, and I heard her wretching like she was throwing up.  After a couple of minutes, she came back in the room with a towel still wiping her face.  They giggled a little and then they noticed I was in the room.

“You like the show, faggot?”  I didn’t know what to reply.  There was no right answer.  My wife said, “Answer him, asshole.  He’s talking to you.”  I said, “It was okay.”  He said, “Okay?  You can do better?”  I said that I didn’t mean it that way.  He said, “Okay then come over her and lick her pussy, faggot.”  I just sat there.  “Eat her out.  You know she likes it when use two fingers and lick her clit.”  I was frozen.  “Get the fuck up her now and lick her pussy the way she likes it.”

She sat up at the edge of the bed with her legs brazenly spread open.  I could see some of her hair was matted with his filthy black DNA.  I surveyed the situation and before I could speak a word, Dem shot me an evil look.  He wasn’t fucking around.  I went down on my wife.  My ears were burning at their laughter.  I always liked my wife’s scent between her legs.  It was a soft, feminine odor.  But, mixed in with Dem’s black penis and semen odors, it attacked my sense of smell.

When I finally got the courage to lick her vaginal lips, I was helped by her mashing my head deeper in between her legs.  “He likes your cum, Dem.”  I hated it.  It was the first time I had ever smelled and tasted another man’s acrid, bitter semen.  But, I forced myself to finish licking her clean.  She commented that it actually felt good, which made me find some solace in the humiliation.

Then Dem took my wife by the hand and brought her to his side of the bed.  He was horny again for my slutty white wife.  She mounted him and started grinding her labia over his semi-hard cock.  He was sticking his savage tongue into her mouth and she was passionately kissing him back.  During the kissing, my wife gripped his dick from behind and eased it into her puffy little pussy.  After a few strokes, he flipped her over and mounted her missionary style.

He was lying over her body and kissing her while he plowing into her tight little pussy.  All I could see was his big black balls slapping her skinny white ass and her feet waving in the air with her red toenailed toes curled tightly.  It was very primal watching him mate with my wife.  They were fucking like man and wife, and I didn’t seem to matter.  He violently took her like that.  When he was getting ready to cum, he reached his big black hands underneath and grabbed both cheeks of her ass.  He started almost yelling as he grunted his heightened pleasure.  His ass convulsed and twitched for almost a minute straight as he fertilized my wife with his black seed.

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He stayed on top of her for a couple of minutes.  His black sweat was glistening on his strong back.  His dick eventually plopped out of my wife’s vagina, and he rolled over to the side.  My wife lied there in bed with her legs spread crudely wide open and his thick cum oozing out of her sore vagina.  It was gross and sexy at the same time seeing my wife life that.

Then she kissed Dem and whispered to him.  He laughed and said okay.  She called out to me, “Come here.  Lie down on the bed.”  So, I did.  It was creepy to be lying on my bed with a naked black man right next to me.  My wife got up and then squatted over my head.  I instantly knew what she was doing, so I instinctively turned my head away.  Dev barked at me to stop.  My wife straddled my face positioning her pussy over my lips.  Then she started smearing their sex juices all over my face and mouth.

They made me open my mouth, and she paused and I could see her forcing his cum out of her vagina.  The first dollop that landed in my mouth actually went down easy.  I was expecting it, so I swallowed it without tasting it.  The second one came right after I swallowed, and was taking a breath.  That one hit me on the teeth and dripped onto my tongue and at the back of my throat.  It made me gag and start to wretch.  I jumped up out of bed and ended throwing up on my way to the bathroom. My wife and Dev couldn’t stop cracking up.

I don’t get real sex from my wife anymore.  The only physical contact I get with her is when they want to humiliate me.  It usually involves eating a creampie, licking her after they had sex, cleaning her ass with my tongue, or cleaning her feet with my mouth and tongue.  After servicing her like that, I’ll usually excuse myself and then pleasure myself.  Sometimes, I miss having sex with my wife, but I take comfort in the fact that her sexual needs are getting taken care of.  Plus, I’m strangely addicted to being a cuckold.  I never would have dreamed that my wife would make me a cuckold by taking up with a black man or any man for the matter.  I never would have believed that my wife would be sharing our bed with another man.  I never would have thought I would cherish being a cuckold so much, but here I am, cuckolded by a vengeful wife, and I have no complaints.

I was so not looking forward to going on this business trip. Usually I get away with a trip in the middle of week that essentially shortens my workweek. This time it was a Monday morning meeting in Texas of all places. I left on the trip with a female coworker who was pleasant enough in passing, but really grating on the nerves after sitting with her for 10 minutes. So, I am sitting at the airport talking about nothing with Alexandra – no, I’d rather not be called Alex – when my wife calls to see how I’m doing. I told her about Alexandria and how it’s going to be a long trip. She laughed and said for me to have a nice trip and call her first thing in the morning to start her day off the right way. I hung up smiling. She always knew the right things to say.

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We’d been married for almost 3 years. I met her when we were paired for a beginner yoga class on the first day. We stayed partners for the rest of the lessons and got married about a year later. Neither of us had been married before, and she never had even been the slightest serious before. Turns out she was engaged to an asshole who I met one day in the parking of lot of her work. I was picking her up for lunch, and before I went into her office, he walked up to me and handed me a sealed envelope. All he said was, “Take care, buddy.” He walked around the end of the building and one protection order later, we’ve fortunately never heard from him again.

I thought he was serving me with papers or maybe he was giving me religious stuff. So, I opened the envelope up right there next to my car. To my horror, there were forty-two 5×7 sexual pictures of my wife with this man. I should have stopped after looking at the first one. In the first one, she was on her knees giving him a blowjob. On her left ring was a wet engagement ring with a nice sized diamond.
That would be our first real argument. She never technically said she was engaged, but she sure gave that impression. In retrospect, I don’t know why it bugged me so much that she never told me. We both had lives before we met. Not only was she defensive about her past engagement, she was pissed at me for looking at all of the pictures.

The pictures were graphic. He took most of the pictures. The only ones she took were of them in a 69 position I suppose so he could see what it looks like with his dick in her mouth from that position.  There were some of them having sex doggie style, her on top, him on top with her legs on his shoulders, and her sitting reverse cowboy on his penis. There were quite a few pictures of of her giving him head. There was one with his sperm on her chest. There was one with her opening her mouth showing his cum in her mouth. The next picture was her spitting it out in the sink with a long rope of cum hanging from her lips. There were two pictures of her getting anal sex from him, which kind of pissed me off as well. She claimed that her backdoor was exit only, and like a chump, I respected that.

We eventually worked our way through the pictures. I put them in my safe deposit box rather than destroy them. I don’t know why, but for some perverse reason I kept them. Some positives from this experience were that I finally got her to try anal sex five times – one more than she claimed she had with her ex-fiance. She also started swallowing for me after this. She claimed she was always a spitter even with him, but she would do that for me because she wanted to.

Things settled down, and we’ve been close in everything we do. About thirty minutes before the plane took off, my boss called and said the meeting was going to be a tele-conference instead. He told us to take Monday off as he was going to handle the meeting with the other CEO personally. I called my wife, and it went straight to voicemail. She had a bad habit of running her batteries dead from talking non-stop to her friends all day. I only had the one carry-on bag. Alexandria had two bags checked into luggage. I was mildly amused that she would make such a rookie mistake. My amusement ended after it cost us about an hour trying to track her bags down. I’m still not sure how her luggage was resolved, but we left in her car without her luggage.

Alexandria dropped me off at home, and I had to sneak in through the garage since my wife wasn’t home. I walked in and made a Coke for myself, and then went upstairs. I dropped my luggage by the door to the bathroom and then turned on the television and kicked back on the bed. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to my wife coming home around 10 at night. I called out to her, but she didn’t hear me.

I say up in bed, and looked down at my shoes. I was still in my business shoes. I kicked off my shoes and laid my trousers neatly on the nightstand. I was unbuttoning my shirt as I started walking out of the bedroom door. What was taking her so long?

When I peered out over the upstairs railing, I saw someone else there with my wife. He was a younger, handsome man standing too close behind her as she was reaching in the fridge for a drink. He put his hand on her lower back as he leaned in to take a look in the fridge with her. He was very much into her personal space, and she seemed a little too comfortable with it. She pulled out a wine bottle, and motioned him toward the wine glasses.

I was absolutely stunned! I felt a burning sensation in the deep in the pit of my gut. My breathing was fast and labored. My heart was racing. The adrenalin coursing through my body was prepping me for fight or flight. But, I couldn’t do either! I stood there in my half unbuttoned shirt, silk boxers, and blue crew socks like a complete wimp…a spineless chump. To make matters worse, I felt myself getting sexually aroused.

I got up the energy to back away a little, and hide behind one of my wife’s Japanese statues. I could hear them clearly…almost like they were standing next to me. They were chit-chatting about dinner and dancing. Somewhere along the talk, he said, “Let’s pretend like we’re on our first date.” Without missing a beat my wife replied, “We are on our first date, and if you behave, you might get lucky.” She tossed her hair and laughed as she downed her second glass of wine.

My wife turned on the bigscreen and sat down in the loveseat leaving space for her date. He walked over and sat down in my recliner. It was bad enough he was dating my wife, but my recliner, too? Then she tossed him my remote. While he was flipping channels, my wife got up and refreshed their wine glasses. After she handed him his glass, he reached up and took her by the arm and guided him down on his lap. She giggled and sat on his lap with her right arm around him and her left hand holding her glass. That was the point when I realized they were going to get sexual. And, they did. They got very sexual.

She downed her glass pretty quickly, and gave him the empty. He called her a drunk little partygirl, and she giggled some more and nuzzled her face into his neck. Then it was on. He went in for the passionate kiss, and they started making out like teenagers. He was massaging her back and she was hugging him back while they were in embracing in a round of repeated french kissing. They made out like that for about ten minutes when he started running his hands up her dress. He had her skirt hiked up, and started working her little black thong panties down. She stopped him, kissed him, and said, “Me first.”

She slid off of his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She undid his laces, took of his shoes, and then kissed her way up his slacks to his crotch. As she was rubbing her face on his crotch area, he stood up and helped her loosen his trousers. Once they slipped off and he stepped out of them, my wife pushed him back down on the recliner. He was wearing white boxer briefs that clung to the imprint of his penis which was very errect. My wife rubbed his penis through his briefs and she remarked, “Wow. That’s so big, Mark.” He grinned at her and said, “Wait til it gets fully hard.” She laughed again, and then slid her hands underneath his ass and pulled his briefs down to his ankles.

Up sprang a thick, veiny dick slapping against her hair. She wrapped her skinny hands, yes both hands as it was that big, around the shaft of his penis. She stroked it a couple of times slowly and said, “Oh my god.” Then she giggled and buried her head into his thighs with her head leaning against his cock. It took me a few seconds to realize she was licking and sucking his balls.

She took one of his low hanging balls into her mouth and started sucking deep into her mouth. He winced and drew back, “That hurts, baby. Don’t pull on it.” She glanced up and said, “Oooh. Sorry. I’m so sorry.” She then started licking his balls again & lightly sucking on them as she slowly stroked his shaft with one hand while cupping his nuts with the other hand. He was in complete heaven on my recliner.

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She kissed his balls several times and then looked up between his legs and said, “I’m going to give you the best head you’ve ever had in your life, Mark.” And, she did. She licked him from the bottom of his big ball sack all the way up his thick penis to the engorged head of his dick. She kissed the tip of his dick and swirled her tongue on the underside a few times. Then she jammed his dick into her mouth.

Another pang of adrenal shot through my body. With one hand massaging his balls and the other hand stroking his cock, my wife sucked his dick like a pornstar. She stuck it so far down her throat that she gagged a few times. He was groaning the entire time. My wife’s fingers, including her wedding band, were coated with his pre-cum and her saliva. He was twitching and gripping the arms of the recliner. Then he motioned her back slowly as he stood up. She kept his penis in her mouth the whole time as she adjusted her knees to his standing position.

He told her that he was getting close. She kept working his cock with dribble hanging from her lips and his dick. He then barked, “Rub my ass. Rub my ass please.” Without missing a beat, she moved her hand from his balls and started running her hands over his ass with her fingers rubbing his prostrate area. He grabbed her by her shoulder, “I’m going to cum. I’m cumming now.” She tried to take his cum in her mouth, but each twitch of his ass brought another spurt of cum into her mouth. She gagged and pulled his dick out of her mouth and turned her head to the side. As she was coughing the sperm that she didn’t swallow out of her mouth, his penis kept shooting jets of cum onto her.

He slumped back into the recliner and she jumped up and ran to the downstairs bathroom. When she returned, her dress was completely off. “You splooged all over my black dress!” They both started laughing, and he got up naked and went to my fridge to get them some bottled water. My wife looking ravishing in those micro thong panties, sheer black bra, and stiletto high heels. I caught Mark glancing at her body longingly more than a few times.

My wife was now sitting crosslegged on the loveseat. Mark sat next to her and kissed her lightly as he handed her the water. “That was amazing.” My wife said, “I know, and that’s not even my best.” He said, “Oh no. That was the best ever.” She said, “It was good, but I wasn’t ready for all that cum. That’s the most cum at one time I’ve ever seen.” She patted and rubbed his balls, “These guys make a lot of juice.” He smiled at her and then they started making out again.

Mark was smooth. He got down between her legs and started undoing the straps of her high heels. He was telling her how beautiful she was the whole time. Once he undid one high heel, he started kissing her feet all over. She giggled a little and even pulled back a couple of times, but he kept rubbing her foot while kissing it. After a couple of minutes, he starting licking her feet and sucking her toes. My wife again lightly resisted, and he looked up and told her she had the cutest little feet ever.

He did the same to the other foot and toes all the while rubbing her tight calves and sexy thighs. Then he worked his way up her legs and started kissing her inner thighs while he rubbed her back and waist. Occasionally he’d rub her tits through her bra, but he mostly stayed between her legs. After an eternity, he emerged from between her legs with her black panties in his mouth. She smiled at him as he went down on her.

The man could lick pussy. He had my wife writhing on the couch and begging him to fuck her. He didn’t listen to her words. He brought her to at least two orgasms. I had a hard time keeping track because my wife was bucking uncontrollably and moaning passionately. After 20 minutes or more, my wife twisted herself on the loveseat to a strange kind of 69 position. She had her head between his legs, and he raised up and hunched over her face. She plopped his semi-hard penis into her mouth, and he held her legs apart as he tongued her pussy. It looked almost funny in a caveman kind of way, but they were both in la-la land. His face buried in my wife’s crotch, and my wife with her mouth stuffed with his big dick.

He was rock hard in no time, and without saying a word, they both got up and she spread her legs and bent over the backside of the loveseat. From my vantage point looking over them, I watched his engorged penis slowly penetrate my wife. He was gentle with his big penis. He allowed her time to accommodate it’s girth. He obviously had done this before. After he was deep inside my wife and started rhythmically pumping his cock into her, he stopped and asked her about using a rubber. She said, “I’m on the pill, but you should probably pull out. If you want, you can come in my mouth.” He didn’t reply, and started increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

My wife became his complete slut. She started grinding her skinny ass into his dick to where his skin was making a slapping noise against her skin. With each backstroke, I could see her vaginal lips clinging to his thick penis. His dick was stretching her pussy lips, but they formed a vacuum lock on his shaft. It was like he was pulling her pussy lips out of her body and then shoving them back in. The lock her labia had on his dick would guarantee not a single ounce of semen would be lost. As it turns out, none was. He unloaded a gusher of cum into my wife’s womb. He didn’t bother pulling out, and she didn’t seem to mind getting creampied.

After he came into my wife, they both stood in that position with his penis buried into her vagina. My wife was visibly relaxed, and he kind of slumped over the small of her back. He gradually pulled out and then took his place on my recliner. My wife grabbed her panties and then commented that she was going to clean up and change into something more comfortable.

I cringed. She was going to come upstairs. As they were kissing, I slowly made my way back to the bed. I quietly climbed into bed and while feigning sleep noticed my raging hard on. My boxers were soaked with pre-cum right at the front. My wife still was not aware I was home. She glanced at the television that was still on and then shuddered when she noticed me. How was she going to explain coming into the room wearing only a bra with her soiled panties in her hands?

She panicked for a second and then zoomed out of the bedroom and went downstairs. She was back up to the bedroom fully dressed and in her high heels. She flicked the lights on and said, “Hey hun. When’d you get back?” Thank god she thought I was just waking up, because I was having a hard time forming speech still. “The meeting got canceled. I left a voicemail for you.” She said, “Come on silly, you know my batteries are always dead.” I said, “Come to bed, baby.” She replied, “Just a sec. I think I’m going to take a quick shower. I smell like cigarrettes.” I stood up to give her a hug. Her skin was incredibly soft and she smelled so good. I always liked the perfumes she wore. I said, “You smell great honey.” Come to bed. She started to protest, but then I started getting sexual with her. I know she had to be confused and a little worried she might get busted.  Plus, there were cumstains all over the shoulders and chest of her dress.

She kissed me back and then got on the bed with me. I thought I could taste his semen in her kisses. I tasted the wine for sure. She reached down and said, “You’re happy to see me.” I pushed her down on the bed and got between her legs. She smiled up at me, but I could see the worry in her pretty eyes. I undid her high heels for the second time that night. I kissed her legs, but she stopped me when I got to her thighs. “Let me show you how happy I am you get to stay home for the weekend.” She pulled my boxers off and then went right into giving me a blowjob. She didn’t give me the oral foreplay she gave Mark. She didn’t even kiss my balls, but it was an amazing blow job that lasted all of a minute.

I let her know I was coming, even though she could usually tell when I was already. She covered the head of my penis with her hand as she kept stroking me while I was coming. That’s the way we usually did it. It was cleaner coming in her hand than getting it all over the sheets. She got up to wash her hands and brush her teeth and she commented she was going to take a quick shower. I got up quickly and joined her in the bathroom.

“Baby, you’re fine. Take a shower after we have sex. That makes more sense anyways.” It did make sense, because that’s what she usually did after we had sex. Like a ritual, she would go pee & then shower. So, I took her by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom. I wanted her to feel as uncomfortable as I did earlier. That, and I was horny as hell.  She shucked off her dress and came to bed with me.

I knelt down in between her legs, and before she could stop me, I slipped her panties off. I could smell his cum in there. Even worse, I could see the cumstains in the crotch of her black thong panties. The contrast of his cum and her black panties was stark. I tossed them off to the side, and pretended like I was going to go down on her. She almost jumped out of her skin as she positioned herself doggie style and pressed her ass into my crotch.

I got between my wife’s legs are rubbed my dick along my wife’s swollen, red pussy lips. Her labia were definitely irritated and puffy, but she didn’t say a word as I worked my dick into her for sloppy seconds. My dick slipped right in – way too easy and quickly. It was so fast, she felt the need to comment, “Damn, hun, you got me so wet.” That wasn’t like her at all.

I started fucking my wife probably more aggressively and more forceful than I ever did during our engagement or marriage. I grabbed her by her hips and just pounded my cock deep into her. As I watched my dick going in and out of her, I kept getting mental images of Mark’s big dick plowing into her less than an hour earlier. Usually, I pulled out of my wife because she doesn’t like cum inside her pussy. She says it’s an irritant to her inner labia and makes her itch. This time, I didn’t care. In under three minutes, I shot a monster load deep into my wife’s womb for the second time that night by a different man of course. And, she didn’t say a word. She didn’t care at all.

After I came, I rolled over into the bed, and my wife headed off to the bathroom to expel her latest creampie into the toilet. I heard the shower cut on within a few minutes. She had a lot of action that night, that’s for sure. I turned my head onto my pillow and came face to face with her dirty little panties. Inexplicably, I pressed them to my face and inhaled Mark’s and her scent in them. I got hard again just thinking about my slut wife. With the panties plastered on my face, I pleasured myself in record time. Then, I hid them under my pillow.

The next few days were probably more tense for her than me. Her filthy thong panties stained with his DNA made their way into a ziploc bag and into the safety deposit box right next to the pictures my wife having sex with her ex-fiance. I don’t think she saw him at all for several weeks after. I think she broke it off, but I could tell she missed him. I know I missed the charge I got from seeing my wife being sexual with another man. I couldn’t ask my wife to go out on me, but I could push things in that direction.

I decided to join a bowling league with some of my coworkers. I hated bowling, and hated spending my off time with the people I work with, but this was a way to get in good with work. It also took me out of the picture for 3-4 hours every Friday and Saturday night. I figured my wife wouldn’t return to the scene of the crime, but I installed a video recorder in my bedroom just in case. Good thing I did. The first night I went bowling, my wife had a male visitor over the house.

When Mark came over, it was pretty obvious they hadn’t seen each other since the night I interfered with their lovemaking. They talked a little bit about how much of a close call it was. Mark asked her about five times if she was sure I wouldn’t be coming home. They proceeded to have sex on my bed for the next four hours straight. In fact, my call to the house was the reason they stopped. Mark scrambled to get dressed, and minutes after my wife kissed him goodbye, I was pulling up into the driveway. And, I was horny.

Again, she had a glow about her. It wasn’t only the just-been-fucked-good glow. She had a glow of inner peace and happiness about her, too. I pressured her again for sex. When she doesn’t want sex, she is very clear about it. For the second time, she was a tad nervous to say no to me.

When we got to bed, I yanked her pj’s down and pulled off her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra which was normal. But her lack of panties was definitely different for her. She almost made a comment about not having panties on, but she held back, and I didn’t make a big deal about it.

Instead of working my way to her pussy, I went down on her and jammed my face right into her crotch. She shuddered and tried to push my face away. I was completely numb between her legs. I could smell his musk, semen, sperm, and scent all over her crotch. It was repulsive and intoxicating at the same time. I felt like throwing up, but I couldn’t stop licking her and tasting her. I gathered myself and looked up to my wife and told her how good she was down there. She relaxed a tad, but I could feel the tension between her thighs. I spent about five minutes between her legs. I convinced myself I was cleaning her down there, and it needed to be done that way. I also told myself it’s what I had to do for not being enough for my wife for her to go elsewhere. I was a psychological mess.

I mounted my wife missionary style. I kissed her lips as I started pumping her. I could smell her pussy and his dick on our kiss. I was trying to imagine what was going to be on that video of my wife fucking Mark. Just the thought of her getting off sexually with a big-dicked man sent me over the edge. I pulled out and shot my load on her abdomen. She kissed me and then got up and went to take a shower.

The next day, I got hold of the tape and watched them, occasionally fast forwarding, suck and fuck for almost three hours straight. He came inside my wife three times. He pulled out once and drenched her tits with his thick white cum. She sucked him twice and swallowed for him both times! She brushed her teeth three times during the sex session. This guy was a machine.

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I still can’t tell if my wife knows of my knowledge of her affairs. There are times when I think she must know. She quit taking a shower between having sex with me and him. I don’t know if it’s a lack of respect for me or she thinks I don’t notice the difference. But, I can tell you one thing. It’s like an addiction the sexual charge you get after seeing your wife with another man. I hate to say it, but it makes the sex better – even pleasuring myself to videos of my wife fucking another man seem better. Putting my face where another man was just inside my wife is such a sexual turnon. It makes it beyond vivid and real to not only see, but taste, touch, and smell your wife’s infidelity. It’s a sexual sensory overload to be cuckolded like that. I like being a cuckold. I am a cuckold, and I am not ashamed to say it.

It started off innocently enough. I met my wife when I was in the military. She was a party girl. I was serious and reserved. Somehow, we clicked and after a couple of years we got married. Before we got married, quite a few people told me of her reputation. She definitely got around. But, hey, she was single and it was her life. It was me she picked to settle down with, etc, etc.

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Once we got engaged, inevitably, out of curiosity I told myself, I wanted to know how many partners she had. When I asked her, she was kind of demure, and asked me to go first. I told her six which was a little exaggerated. The real number was two before her. I could tell she was sizing me up when she said it was six for her, too. I instantly felt charges of jealousy that kind of paralyzed my body. My breathing increased, and I was obviously flustered. Before I even had time to say something stupid, she went down on me and gave me the most amazing oral sex. That’s how I think my ‘cuckold conditioning’ began.

A couple of months before we got engaged, one of her friends from another state visited. She said he was like a brother to her, and he was treating her to a weekend at Disney. We were kind of boyfriend/girlfriend at the time. I don’t think there was any formal declaration or anything, but we were practically living in each others’ dorms. Since I had no reason to doubt her, I never let myself question her intentions at the time. But, once I got her sexual partner history, I couldn’t get her Disney excursion out of my head. I didn’t know how to ask her, but it turns out it didn’t have to. He called her at work, and one of her coworkers told her in my presence that her ex-boyfriend, Tony the fireman, left her a message. That was the name of her ‘brother’ that she went to Disney with. That and, her face went completely splotchy red when she got the message in front of me. Again, it was like an atomic bomb of pure adrenalin that went off in the pit of my stomach.

I tried playing it off, but my speech was off. My actions were off. When we got back to her place, she went straight to the bathroom. I sat down on the couch. My mind was swirling with how to broach the subject. I was pissed off, jealous, and I couldn’t get the image of her on her back for a weekend with some other guy. She got out of the bathroom and sat down at the foot of the couch. Before I could say a word, she took off my shoes, unzipped my pants, and started kissing me through my boxer briefs. Funny thing was I that I was already hard before she even got out of the bathroom. I was embarrassed that she noticed, too.

Then she said, while still kissing me through my briefs, that it was her ex-boyfriend that she stayed with at the Disney hotel. She slipped of my briefs and started licking, nibbling, and sucking my balls. My heart was pounding. After a few seconds, she said that she wanted to come clean and she said that they did fool around. Before I could ask for more information, she licked from the base of my balls all the way to the tip of the head which was oozing precum. She saw all the precum and shot me a quick glance.

She said that she didn’t intend for things to get sexual, but they had a great time and had a few drinks and it was nothing important. Then she started licking the head of my penis and down the sides. I desperately wanted her to take it into her mouth, but she was making it all the more intense by taking it slow. I finally asked in an surprisingly gruff voice, “Did you have sex with him?” She looked up while licking the sides of my penis, and nodded yes, and then proceeded to stuff it all in her mouth. She started stroking and vacuum sucking, and I literally was almost ready to cum when she stopped stroking, and went back down to my balls.

“Did you go down on him?” She looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes, and nodded yes again. My body was numb, but I was beyond turned on. She took off her top, and then slipped off her bra without undoing the straps. She said, “I did this too.” And, she proceeded to place my dick in between her tits and pump it in her cleavage. After few more seconds she went back to sucking and stroking, until I patted her on the shoulder that I was getting close. She pulled out, and rubbed my dick on her tits as I shot load after load on her pretty chest.

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She didn’t clean off any cum, and she put her head on my lap and occasionally kissed my penis as she said she was sorry she wasn’t truthful before. She said she was embarrassed that it got sexual, and she didn’t want to hurt me. She said that was the last time she had sex with anybody before me, and once we got engaged, she told Tony that she didn’t want to stay in touch anymore. She said she was Mrs. Faithful from here on out.

I thought about it, and I figured that since we weren’t married or even engaged at the time, that it wasn’t a big deal. I rationalized her lying to me by saying to myself that I would have done the same thing. And, truth be told, for some unknown reason, it turned me on more than anything else that she was desired by others to that point. We got married, still married after 14 years, and she’s been a great wife, housewife, and mom to our kids.

The thing is that her past sexual experiences have always intrigued me for lack of a better word. The thought of her with another man just drives me crazy with jealousy and sexually excites me at the same time. So, I brought up the topic of a threesome – with another man – and how it was a fantasy of mine. I asked her about it after one of our ‘date nights’ where we went out for dinner and a movie. She looked at me with a quizzical look like she didn’t know what kind of answer I wanted or expected. I told her that I still found it exciting thinking of her with her sexual partners in the past. She kind of laughed it off and commented that she couldn’t see herself in a threesome with another man and me at the same time. Maybe another woman, but even then, it wasn’t something she actively wanted to pursue.

I told her that her handful of past partners made her all the sexier. She laughed and said “handful was right” or some comment like that. I then asked her how many partners she had again, and she quickly said eight. I don’t have the greatest memory in the world, but I did remember her way back saying only six. So, I reminded her about that conversation. She paused, and laughed, and said, “Do you really think a woman is going to tell you the ‘real’ number?” She said, “I wanted to marry you, not run you off.” Then she told me that women usually decrease the number of sexual partners and men inflate them, which I kind of already knew anyway. I asked, “So, what’s the real number, then?” She said, “You don’t want to know.” That response actually got me hard and charged up. “I do want to know. Look, we’ve been married forever. It doesn’t mean anything anyway. That was your past. Plus, you know how much it turns me on.” I said it in as cute a way as I could muster up at the time. She said, “It’s more than eight. That’s all you’re getting from me. Now let’s talk about something else more interesting.” As much as I wanted to finish the conversation, I let her off the hook, because I figured she was at the point of locking up anyway. No reason to make things uncomfortable. I wanted her to see it didn’t bother me, and that I was okay with it.

When we got home and finally got in bed, she started rubbing my crotch and kissing my neck. When I got hard, she slipped off her pj’s and climbed on top of me. It slipped right in. All I could imagine was her on top of one of her eight boyfriends, and it was such a turn on. She pressed her tits to my face and said under her breath, “I’ve had eight steady boyfriends since I was 15.” I was a little confused and wondering what the hell that meant. Then she said, “Steady to me was at a month or two.” Okay, I thought, she’s setting the foundation for something.” “Now as far as hooking up, girls don’t usually count that. I don’t count that.” And, that was it. She didn’t say anything else about it, because she pulled me out right before I started to cum and stroked me until I coated her muff and my stomach with a half dozen spurts of cum. That was amazing. We cleaned up, made a little small talk about nothing, and she went right to sleep, and I laid there in fantasy land for about an hour.

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In the morning, we woke up about the same time. It was a weekend morning, so we just relaxed lazily in bed. She flicked the TV on for background noise. I then asked, “You know I’m going to ask you for more info.” She laughed it off and kissed me and said, “I know, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get it. Now does it?” I said, “Come on now. You know how much it turns me on, baby!” She laughed again, “I know. I know. It’s just weird to me.” I said, “Weird?” She said, “You know what I mean. Not weird, weird. Maybe a little perverted weird.” She giggled and crawled under the sheets and pulled my pj’s down and started to suck me. I said, “Ok. How about sucking me the way you sucked someone else?” She stopped and looked up and said, “What? What do you mean?” I said, “I’m sure other guys probably liked it a certain way.” She said, “A blowjob is a blowjob. It’s good if you cum.” She giggled again, and then stuffed her mouth full. After a couple of seconds, she paused. “You know, now that I think about, this one guy made me hold his abdomen when he came from a blowjob. It was like he was in pain or something.” I said, “Really?” She said, “Yeah, if I would forget, he would grab my hand and put it on his abdomen.” Just hearing her say something intimate about her with another man made my dick beyond hard. I was at the point of almost cumming, and she was just holding my dick – not even stroking it. She said, “And he liked me to put pressure underneath the head with my thumb.” She illustrated it on my dick, and it hurt a little, but she could tell I was in la-la land. She finished me off in mere seconds after that. I forgot to warn her about cumming, but she sensed it and pulled out in time. My chest was visibly heaving, and she looked up at me from between my legs and said, “You are so fucking weird.” She giggled and kissed me on the cheek, and then went to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth.

Later that night after the lights were out, I got up enough nerve to ask her about penis size. I had to know. She disappointed me by saying she couldn’t remember. They are all about the same. The most I could get was some were a little bigger or a little smaller. Then I asked if she was every sore the next day. She thought for a sec and kind of lit up and said, “Yeah. There was this one guy. And, yeah, he was big.” The adrenalin hit was like a drug to me. It burned my insides and heightened my sexual being. She looked down at the bulge in my shorts, and reached under my boxers and smiled at me as she rubbed me. She then said they had intercourse only the one time, and after that she only gave him head the two or three times they hooked up. She said she remembers him because after a night of sex with him, she was so raw that it burned when she peed the next day. She said she was drunk which helped, and the only way they could have sex was doggie style. Missionary hurt too much. Even her on top hurt too much, because he would grab her by the hips and plunge her down onto him. She said he was a couple of inches bigger than me which was manageable. It was his girth that was painful. She said she could barely touch her thumb to her index finger when she went down on him. When she sucked him the most she could get into her mouth was his thick head and maybe an inch more of his cock. That did it for me, and I exploded in her hand underneath my shorts. “You are so strange,” she said and we turned in for the night. My progression into cuckoldry was starting to accelerate much faster.

Our sex life was always good, but with this added dimension, it was amazing. We didn’t ‘talk’ about her past often, maybe once or twice a month, but it was always in the background for me. I’d get visuals of her having sex with another man while we were having sex. Then, about a year ago, as we were chit-chatting right before bed, she dropped a little bomb on me. She said a guy at work was flirting with her, and he was cute. That was it. She was feeling me out by volunteering the ‘cute’ part. I asked her what she thought about it. She said, “It flattering, but I’m not interested. Definitely not interested.” I said, “If you did go down on him, show me what you would do.” She said, “Not going to happen. Nope.” I said, “Just for fun, show me.” She reached under the sheets and felt my hard-on, giggled, and said, “Okay weirdo.” When I got close, I touched her shoulder. She didn’t stop. She let me cum into her mouth, which she doesn’t do a whole lot because she doesn’t like the taste of cum. Then, she made it a point to let me know she gulped it down. She hardly ever swallows. Maybe like two or three times during our entire marriage. That blowjob was probably one of the top three she’s ever given me during all of our years of marriage. She kissed me quickly on the lips and then went to brush her teeth again.

Every night after, I’d try and direct the conversation toward her work – specifically her ‘cute’ coworker. She said she made it clear to Matt that she was married and nothing would ever happen from their flirting, but at the same time, she didn’t put a definitive stop to the flirting. It was harmless as she would say and confined strictly to the office environment. She said their talk sometimes got sexual – like a coworkers huge boob size, or an ill-fitting cameltoe on their general manager. It was stuff like that until somehow he got on the topic of oral sex. She described their conversation like a funny competition where each one of them was bragging about how much better at oral sex they were than the other. She said after they got up for lunch, she could tell he was trying to shift around because he had an erection. She was laughing as she said it. I asked her how she felt about it. She said, “I was a little turned-on, too. But, don’t even think about it.” I innocently replied, “About what?” Then, I asked, “What exactly about him turned you on.” Her answer about floored me. I thought she would say his eyes or his looks or something like that. She said, “It’s not the thought of him going down on me. What turned me on about him was thinking about me going down on him when I was describing how I give blowjobs.” I shot her a surprised glance. She quickly reminded me, “Never going to happen, dear.” In my mind I was thinking that maybe it might.

As much as she protested that their flirtation was meaningless, I could tell she liked the attention. So, I suggested to her a couple of times that maybe we should invite Matt over for dinner. She replied it would be too weird and wasn’t keen on mixing her office life with her private life. She then came home from work the next day telling me she had a nice surprise for me. She invited Matt over for a BBQ with us on Sunday. I thought I would be excited, but I at once became a little guarded and not so sure it was a good idea. I never really thought my wife would actually go through with the invitation. Still, I knew nothing was probably going to happen, and I was curious about who this guy was and what he looked like.

As the week progressed, she constantly checked with me to see if it bothered me. She said she had no problem canceling, and personally she thought it might be better to leave her office relationships at the office. I told her I trusted her, and I would never feel threatened when it came to her. Inside, I wasn’t so sure, but any misgivings I might have had were washed away with my horniness of imaging my wife with another man.

I made it point to have Matt’s favorite beer on hand. I also broke out the blender and made my wife’s favorites: Pina Coladas and Strawberry Daiquiris, and I wasn’t stingy with the alcohol. Matt turned out to be a really nice guy. He was about our age, divorced, about my height, and liked sports as much as I did. For awhile we were talking football and baseball so much that my wife was standing in the kitchen twirling her hair while she shot me a silly little grin. She mouthed to me, “BFF”, like Matt was my new best friend.

After several drinks, the tension kind of melted away. My wife sat down in front of me on the couch, and we were talking small talk. They would drift off every now and then into office talk, which would ordinarily bore me, but kept my interest this time knowing that this was the guy flirting with my wife. They started talking about this girl, Mary, who got fired along with a division chief for giving him oral sex in a supply closet. They were laughing at how they were caught in the act by security because there was actually a camera set up in the supply closet due to someone stealing staplers or something stupid like that. Then Matt made a veiled comment about my wife’s special office talent. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, until my wife commented to Matt that she told me about their “oral sex discussion” already. Talk about uncomfortable! I was beyond uncomfortable and Matt was worse than me. It was almost to the point where he needed to leave, and then my wife broke the ice and said it was true, she was a pro in that department. Just ask me. She patted my crotch and smiled at me. I said, “Yes you are, baby.” She was feeling good – tipsy for sure. Matt laughed a little and said to me almost sheepishly, “You’re a lucky guy.”

I excused myself to use the bathroom. As I started to take a leak, I noticed a little string of precum dripping down from my dick. I never thought my wife could be so bold in front of another man. I washed my face and was wondering what direction this was going and then I started second-guessing if this was even a good idea. I looked in the mirror, forced a smile, and then went back into the living room and saw my wife on her knees between his legs and sucking his dick!

I froze. I felt instantly cold and panicked. Even though I had mentally pictured, fantasized, and dreamed about my wife with another man, I don’t think I was truly prepared to see it in real life. He had one of his hands lying atop the couch and the other hand at the back of my wife’s head. He was staring at the ceiling, and she had her eyes closed with one hand cupping his balls and the other hand gripping his shaft as she worked her head up and down. He started to moan and looked down at her at about the same time she opened her eyes and looked into his. Then, he grunted and started to cum in her mouth. She was taken by surprise and started gagging for a sec as she turned her head inward towards his thigh. She coughed a couple of times and then started giggling. “That was a lot of cum,” she said. And it was. There was cum on her chin and some on her shirt.

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Then, it was Matt’s turn to freeze when he saw me. He started to stammer, and I saw my wife turn to look at me. It was a little tense until I said, “It’s okay.” That was all I could muster. My wife got up from her knees, and walked toward me with a big smile. “You okay,” she asked. I nodded yes. “Good, that was for you.” She kissed me full on the lips, and walked into the bathroom. I tasted and smelled his cum on her kiss. I noticed Matt fumbling with his jeans, and getting his shoes on. He said a quick goodbye, and off he went. I sat down on the couch in a daze. It was like being alive inside a dream – except it was real and there was no taking it back.

My wife walked in and asked again, “You sure you okay, baby?” I said, “Yeah. That was intense, huh?” She said, “It was nice. Now let’s take care of you. I want you to sit right where Matt just was.” I scooted over and she undid my pants. She kissed me again – this time toothpaste kisses. She kissed her way down until she was on her knees, took off her shirt and bra, and then started to give me oral sex. It lasted all of 30 seconds, maybe less, before I came on her tits. She then took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We had intense sex for the next hour or so. It was strange how much of an effect Matt had on our sex lives.

We talked it through and decided to take a break for awhile. She was a little worried about how Matt would act at work, but he was a gentleman to her and things settled down. At first she was a little reluctant to talk about her work relationship with Matt, but she mellowed out and things returned to normal for the most part. It was me who suggested another dinner with Matt. This time she didn’t put up any resistance at all. She grinned and said, “Okay, weirdo.” She called him later that day, and he came over for pizza and beer.

The second time around definitely was much easier. My wife still needed a few drinks to loosen up before things started getting sexual. As she handed him a beer, she leaned into him to kiss him and squeezed his crotch with her hand. Then she stood up and held her hand out for him. She started walking to the bedroom with him and held her hand out for me. “Just a sec,” I said. It was almost too much for me thinking of my wife leading another man to my bed. I sat there stunned with my mind reeling. I was jolted into reality when I heard my wife calling for me. The second time she called, I responded I was coming.

When I walked into the bedroom, I noticed Matt was lying naked on my side of the bed. My wife had her top on but her skirt and panties were off. She was kneeling between his legs with her face bent down low while she was sucking on his balls. Matt looked at me for approval, and I nodded it was okay. When his dick went limp, my wife turned and looked at me. I was just standing at the foot of the bed watching them. She pulled me over toward the bed, and sat on the bed with me standing in front of her. She took of my shirt, then my pants, and then lifted my boxers over my erection before she gave me an intense blowjob. I shot my load into her mouth in under a minute.

She walked over to the sink, spit, and then brushed her teeth before coming back to bed. I was still standing like a retard on the side of the bed, and Matt had pulled a sheet over his private parts. She jumped on the bed, still bottomless, and patted the bed motioning for me to climb onto the bed. Once I got on the bed, she turned her full attention to Matt’s dick. She started back down to the underside of his balls. Outside of porn and a locker room, I’ve never really seen another man’s dick up close. Matt’s balls were huge and hung really low – like a big flabby sack. She sucked one of his balls, and he winced, so she started sucking a lot more lightly. The whole time she was stroking his dick with her left hand.

His dick looked a little gross with a giant blue vein bulging on the top side. I thought his dick was kind of small until my wife’s mouth started having its effect. As he got harder, his dick got much fuller. When he was completely hard, he was clearly bigger than me, but not by a huge amount. When he was sticking straight up, she positioned herself over him, and the squatted herself down onto his dick. As big as it was, it went in easily. She rubbed her tits all over his face as she started to ride him. Her pussy was puffy and you could tell she was turned on. I remember thinking, where’s the damn condom?

After a couple of minutes, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear. She lifted off of his dick, and then got in doggie style position facing me with her face resting on my abdomen. He got behind her, spread her legs a little, and then inserted his penis back into her. He started slowly pumping her, and she was slowly leaning back into his thrusts. At first she was looking right at me, but after a couple of seconds, she closed her eyes and I could see pure pleasure on her face. Matt leaned forward a little and had his gaze fixed squarely on my wife’s ass and his penis going in and out of my beautiful wife.

His thrusts got more and rougher to where he was even moving me on the bed as he pumped my wife. She didn’t make a whole lot of noise and just whimpered every now and then. Then he gave my wife a light smack on her heart shaped ass. She opened her eyes and gasped at the same time. She looked at me, and flashed a wicked little smile. “Spank me, Matt. I’ve been a bad girl.” He then started swatting her ass with more frequency while his thrusts got more forceful and abrupt. I started to feel sorry for her pussy! Then he yelled that he was cumming. My wife hunched her hip forward forcing his dick out. He started grooving my wife ass cheeks with his dick until he started shooting rope after rope of cum all over her back and ass. He rolled off her and pulled the sheets over his midsection. She lurched her chest forward with her ass still high in the air. She asked me to get her some water.

I pulled my boxers on, and went to get some water. When I got back, Matt was asleep, and my wife was still lying on her chest with her ass sticking in the air. Her ass cheeks were splotchy red where he smacked her bottom. His cum was still shining in the light all over her lower back and ass. Her pussy lips were red and puffy. She had a big workout with Matt. I handed her the water, and she looked up at me adoringly and said, “I love you, honey.” I kissed her after she took a couple of drinks. She then said, “Are you going to make me ask?” I replied, “Huh?” She said, “Climb on, baby.”

I dropped my boxers in a flash, and then proceeded to have sloppy seconds with my own wife. What a turn on! My dick slipped in effortlessly. I thought his big dick must have stretched her out a little. I saw the cum on her ass, but I still couldn’t help reaching for her hips as I started pumping her doggie style. My hands drew back when I felt his sticky cum on her hips, but I got over it. I stared at my wife’s cum-covered, reddened ass as my dick went in and out of her pussy like Matt’s just did. I was running on pure adrenalin with such a charge. I didn’t bother to pull out of my wife. I just shot my load deep into her womb. I almost collapsed onto her back until I remembered Matt’s cum on her ass.

Matt must have awoken during our sex. He reached over and started fondling my wife’s tits, and started making motions like he was going to fuck her again. She politely said, “We’re done for now Matt.” He stopped suddenly and looked a little hurt. She said, “I am going to need a little rest down there after you two big boys.” She smiled at him, and he then smiled back at her. She leaned over and kissed him full on the lips and said she would see him at work on Monday. He got dressed and left.

Things kind of went like that for the next few months. Matt would come over every other weekend, and we would have our little party, and then he’d leave. My wife and I couldn’t stop talking about how good our sex life had become with our new ‘little’ play toy. Little did I know how things would soon change.

I came home from work one day and saw Matt’s truck full of boxes in my driveway. Matt and my wife were sitting at the kitchen table. My wife said, “Hey. Uncle Matt’s moving in for a little while.” I was dumbfounded. I asked my wife to step out into the pool area so we could talk. I asked, “Are you for real?” She said, “It’s just for a little while.” His lease at his apartment is up, and he needs a place to stay until they finish building his new house.” “For how long?”, I asked. She said, “Maybe a couple of months.” Before I could protest, she leaned into me, grabbed hold of my crotch, and then whispered, “It will be so good for you. Trust me.” I marshmallowed my okay.

Sex really did get a lot better. We literally had sex every night. The only thing I had trouble was that my wife and Matt cuddled and shared the same blanket at night. My wife and I evolved over the years to where we each had our own blanket – she’s a blanket hog and we compromised. We used to cuddle a lot when we first got married, but started cuddling less the longer we were married. Now with Matt, she would kiss me, and then roll over into his arms. I’d wake up in the morning with them embraced or spooning.

Plus, Matt and she had way more sex than she and I. My wife would take turns at night with us kind of like we had always done. Then, we’d say our goodnights. But, sometimes, Matt would still be a little horny, and I would have to lay there listening to her sucking his dick or him fucking my wife. He liked to hold my wife’s legs straight up with her feet in his face. As he would fuck her with a pillow under her ass, he would lick, kiss, and suck her feet and toes. Or, they would tangle their legs with him over my wife and her lying on her side. As she bent herself fetal style, she would reach in between their legs and massage his balls and prostrate. He’d would smack her ass, and really plow into her pussy the whole time. After he came, he would roll over to his side, and go right to sleep. She would curl up under his arm and sleep with his cum still inside her pussy or down her throat.

He even got my wife to try anal for the first time. It took her about 15 minutes just to get the head of his cock inside her ass. Once he finally did, he came in like five seconds. They still laugh about it to this day. She says it was painful as hell; he never really got it all the way in; he premature ejaculated her anally; and her butt was sore for the next month! Still, she says Matt took her butt-cherry and deflowered her ass. Me? I came in my pants just watching them.

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I still get that special charge when she is with him. And, I get to be a part of their sex life – their sex life is part of my sex life. In addition, she spends all of her time outside of the bedroom with me. We are still a strong couple in every other sense of the word. I know I am making a cuckold of myself, but it doesn’t feel like such a bad thing. I don’t consider myself a true cuckold even though I openly admit that is exactly what I am. I am a cuckold, and I like it.

My own personal freak show started innocently enough when I came home early from a business trip. The client who we were going to meet accepted our offer via fax, which was the first time we got a client without a personal meeting. Rather than get a hotel room, and since it was still early enough, I caught a flight an hour later back home. I picked up some flowers and decided to surprise my wife with an early anniversary gift – two days early. It’s almost cliché, but I drove home to find two cars in front of the house – my wife’s car and an older model Camero. I don’t know why, but I jotted down the license plate number. I thought about calling my wife’s cell phone, but instinct kicked in, and I just knew something was up.

So, I decided to not use the garage, and I entered the master alarm code, and silently walked in the front door. Thankfully, the dogs were out in the backyard, so there was no noisy greeting at the door. It turns out she locked the dogs out in the backyard for a reason. As I crept through the hallway toward the master bedroom, I heard a man’s voice along with my wife’s. Pure adrenalin shot through me. I felt my heart accelerate and my breathing get short and rapid. Even with the shock to my senses, I was staying in control of myself.

My wife was in her bra and panties on her knees before a man in black briefs and nothing more. She was kissing around his ankles, and he was saying something to her that I couldn’t quite make out. She started kissing up his calves as she massaged his thighs, and she would occasionally brush the front of his underwear. She was kissing his legs slowly and deliberately and working her way up his body. As she inched her way up, a huge tent formed in his briefs.

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I kept waiting for my wife to come to her senses and stop. I figured maybe she could overcome temptation and everything would be okay again, but she didn’t. She kissed all the way up his thighs to his groin area. I heard her comment on his excitement as she started kissing him through the briefs. She mouthed his crotch and put her lips to where his balls were under the briefs. He moaned, and his dick finally pushed its way over the edge of his briefs. He had a huge, fat head on his penis that was oozing precum. My wife kept sucking his balls through his briefs, and with her teeth, she pulled his underwear all the way down to his feet.

At this point I debated stopping this whole mess, but I found myself paralyzed. I couldn’t move or even form any audible words. Then he told my wife to hang on a sec. He walked over a little to the left of the bed, and he took a camera off a tripod. This asshole was filming all of it. He stood back over my wife with his dick still dripping. He aimed the camera right at her face and asked her to keep going. She said, “Damn, Doug, you’re leaking,” and she giggled. He looked down at her and then reached into her bra and flopped her milf tits over the top of the bra. There was my beautiful wife on her knees before another man’s big dick with her bare breasts presented to him.

His dick was huge and severely bent to the side with veins everywhere. The head of it was disproportionately big and redder than the rest of his dick. My wife reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft and started slowly milking him of his precum. It was like a long yo-yo drip to the floor. Then she took her other hand and pumped him slowly with both hands. I don’t know if I was more surprised that she could wrap both hands around his length or that her left hand still had her wedding ring and engagement ring on her ring finger.

I remembered almost 8 years before getting on my knee and putting that same engagement ring on her finger and asking her to marry me. Now her engagement ring along with her wedding ring was glistening with his precum while she was stroking his engorged cock. It was like I was being stabbed in the gut and the back at the same time.

She then kissed the head of his dick and started to kiss around his hips until she maneuvered herself behind him. I never knew she was so agile on her knees. She started kissing the backs of his legs and then moved up and started kissing his ass cheeks. He said something to her that I couldn’t understand except for the tone that he must have liked it. I was begging her not to lick his asshole, and thankfully she never went that way. She did go under his legs and started licking his balls from behind while she gripped his dick and started stroking him again. It was like she was milking a cow except this was a human bull with big, fat balls. Then she got a little lower, and it looked like her face was plastered in his ass and balls as she put his dick in her mouth and started sucking. He kind of hunched over to give her better access to his cock. It was bent and big enough for her to pull it back that way and suck on the red mushroom shaped tip.

After milking him like this for about a minute, he reached over and stopped her. He told her he was getting close. He turned around to face her, and this time she sucked him with both hands wrapped around his cock. He had one hand fondling her tits, and the other hand holding the camera. After a few seconds, he grunted that he was going to cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, and worked his cock a little bit, and then he spewed stream after stream of thick, white cum all over her bra and tits. He coated her chest as she pulled his cock to her breasts and just rubbed it over and around the sticky wetness. This guy pumped a gallon of sperm over my wife’s chest.

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She smiled and said, “Wow. You must have really liked it, Doug.” He replied, “That was amazing, Lila.” Lila is my pet name for my wife who goes by Ileana. That really stung. She beamed, and then got up and went to the bathroom and toweled off her chest. While she was cleaning up, Doug was fiddling with the camera. She came back topless in just her sheer white panties. Doug said, “Come here. Your turn.”

My wife smiled demurely, and stood in front of him. He kissed her full on the lips and worked his way to her tits. He spent a little time feeling and sucking her tits, and then kissed his way down her abdomen to her panties. While massaging her body, he worked her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and then he started kissing and licking her inner thighs. This lead to him going straight to her vagina. He tugged her labia with his lips and licked her straight up the middle of her pussy. My wife’s face said it all. She was in la-la land when he was between her legs, and he spent a lot of time licking down there – certainly more than I ever did.

He gripped my wife’s hips and guided her to the bed and bent her over. He started kissing the backs of her legs and moved his way up to her ass. She kissed her ass checks and lower back, and then he gently parted her ass. She looked back and said, “No. Don’t do that. I don’t like that.” He didn’t listen. He put his face deep in her ass and started rimming my wife. I could see my wife’s nervousness fade after a few seconds of his oral pleasures to her anal regions. He commented how good she tasted, and you could see my wife’s apprehensions just drift away. She actually reached back and pulled her own ass cheeks apart, which allowed him to rub her legs and pussy while he licked her asshole.

After a couple of minutes, he guided my wife back to the bed with her legs hanging over the bed and open wide. He plastered his face right back into her pussy, and spent the next ten minutes or so bringing her to two or three orgasms. I couldn’t exactly tell how many she actually had because she was in a constant state of pleasure with him between her legs. She quivered and shook more violently two or three times, which I assumed were orgasms. This guy must have been amazing. When he was done my wife sat up and started kissing him despite his very wet face. She was telling him how much she liked it.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then she reached over and got her panties and used them to clean her pussy. She knew what was coming next. She smiled at the camera, and then here he came with a raging hard-on. He adjusted the camera toward the bed, and my wife moved to the center of our bed. She had her legs pressed together and a blanket over her breasts. She coyly tossed him a condom she retrieved from her purse. What the hell was my wife doing with condoms?? He sat on edge of the bed and tore open the condom wrapper. He started to roll the condom around his cock, and then without a warning, he dropped the unused condom on the floor next to the bed.

He parted my wife’s legs and then gripped her by her ankles as he placed her legs on his biceps. She started wiggling down towards him as she reached between his legs to guide his cock into her. Surely she would notice he didn’t put the condom on. I thought about stopping this insanity, but I relented as I saw her wedding ring in stark contrast against the skin of his curved dick as it slowly disappeared into my wife. She gasped as he gave one last firm push to get the rest of his dick inside her all the way to where all I could see was his balls hanging over my wife’s ass. As he lay there buried to the hilt inside her, I saw my wife’s feet high in the air with her skinny toes curled.

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He leaned over and they started kissing as he gently thrust his bare dick in and out of my wife. She obviously had no idea she was getting barebacked by Doug. After a few minutes of slow fucking, Doug took her by the ankles and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders. He grooved his penis inside her for a few strokes, and then he started pounding my wife. The first rough stroke brought out a slight squeal from my wife. He paused and she held him by the arms and told him she was okay. Then he gave her the roughest sex she probably ever had – at least by me. She was whimpering and moaning with an occasional scream as he was sawing his thick cock into her tight vagina. After a few minutes there was a white goo around the base of his dick where my wife’s labia formed a perfect seal around his cock.

He groaned that he was going to cum, and it looked like he was going to try and pull out. My wife had other ideas, and she pulled him by his arms and bucked into his dick even harder. I saw his balls kind of suck in as they continued to slap my wife’s ass. His ass clenched a couple of times, and I knew he was cumming deep into my wife’s womb. When he was through injecting my wife with his sperm, he collapsed onto my wife with his cock still firmly lodged inside my wife’s pussy. He laid there as she kissed his around his face and neck.

When he rolled over, he sat up at the edge of the bed and quickly retrieved the condom. He rubbed it over his dick, and he tore it with his fingers. Then he said, “Oh shit, Lila. I think the condom broke.” My wife sat up in a flash with her legs spread open and looked down between them. You could see the shock in her face as she watched Doug’s thick cum slowly ooze out of her vagina. She said, “Fuck!” Then she raced into the bathroom with Doug right behind her. I heard the shower turn on as they both got in. Doug was telling her how sorry he was, and she was borderline hysterical as she told him it wasn’t his fault. That prick, I thought. It was his fault.

I crept into the room to maybe get a better look into the shower when I almost kicked over Doug’s camera bag. I looked down and it a bunch of tapes and papers in it. Without thinking it through, I grabbed the bag and started to walk out. Then I thought about the tape in the camera. I walked back in and it took me forever to figure out how to open the camera. I got the tape and then for some strange reason, I grabbed her panties and stuffed them in the camera bag. I jumped into my car and took off toward my office. It was late into the night, but I was friends with the night watchmen, and he let me in. Just as I was sitting in my chair, my cell phone rang. It was Lila.

“Hello.” “Hey, you never called when you got in to Atlanta.” I thought dumb bitch, she is only calling to get information. “Yeah. We pretty much hit the ground running, and I didn’t want to wake you if you were sleeping.” She said, “That’s okay. You can call me anytime, honey. You know that. I don’t mind.” I said, “I know. What are you up to?” I was curious what she would say. “Nothing really. I was watching TV waiting for you to call.” I said, “Well, I better get some sleep. We’re three hours ahead of you, and I have a breakfast meeting here in the hotel.” “Goodnight, honey.” “Goodnight, Lila.”

I sat there pissed off and caught myself shaking. I even had a few tears even though I didn’t feel like crying. I then started looking for a video camera in our office. I got into the A/V closet, but I was pretty sure we weren’t going to have the right equipment. I went back to the office empty handed, and then I started looking into the camera bag. There were my wife’s white panties. I brought them to my face and just shook my head. I then saw some memory sticks in the side pouch of the bag. I pulled one out and stuck it into my office laptop. There must have been a couple of hundred pictures of my wife in all those memory sticks. There were pictures of a trip to the zoo with two of what I assume were his kids. There were pictures of her in an evening dress snuggling up to him at a bar. All the rest of the pictures were x-rated.

She posed for him in panties, lingerie, naked, a towel, doggie style, you name it. She did it for him. There were dozens of oral sex pictures. She even took some pictures of her sucking his dick while in a 69 position with him on top! There was a picture of his hard cock laying on her beautiful face with her smiling at the camera. It was disgusting. She was wearing her wedding band for a majority of the pictures. All of the pictures were shocking to me, but the worst ones, at least for me, were the ones of him giving her anal sex. She never let me have anal sex with her, yet she gave it to him and he had a way bigger dick than me. He had a few pictures of the head of his dick pressing on her asshole. It was huge compared to her almost invisible hole. Then there were pictures of his head fully inside her ass. The pictures of his dick all the way in her ass about killed me. It didn’t seem possible, but she took it all the way. The last pictures had his spent cock laying on her ass cheek with his cum dribbling out of her stretched ass. I hated her for this, and I hadn’t even seen the videos yet.

I fell asleep in the office, and woke up to the bright lights of the morning and my cell phone buzzing. It was Saturday, and I was due back in town so we could have an anniversary dinner alone, and then another anniversary dinner the next day with her family. I told her I caught an early flight and would be home in an hour. She told me to call her when I was on the road from the airport, because she would have a surprise for me.

I took a shower in the gym downstairs and then managed to change clothes in my car. Before I left, I put the camera bag in my office safe. I then called Lila and said I would be home in thirty minutes. I got a cup of coffee and killed a little time before heading home. The first thing I noticed was the same Camero in my driveway. That fucker. What was he still doing here? Did I not give them enough time? I used the garage door and walked in through the kitchen. My wife was in a summer dress in the living room knelt down before Doug on the couch. She was sucking his dick even though she knew I was home. She looked over at me and established eye contact with me while still sucking his dick. Doug looked a little uncomfortable, but his stiff dick sure was enjoying my wife’s mouth. Doug acknowledged my presence, and then closed his eyes and my wife used her tongue and lips to take him to another world.

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I figured if this was her game of chicken, I wouldn’t give. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter, and then sat on a bar chair and watched the show. She still had her wedding ring on, for all that meant to her. She licked and sucked his huge balls while stoking his shaft. She licked from the base of his balls all the way up to his fat dick-head. She was making sure to give him the best blowjob either Doug or I ever had. He patted her shoulder to let her know he was going to cum. My wife does not like cum in her mouth. She claims she hates the taste and even more so, she hates the feel of cum. However, she didn’t stop sucking his dick at his warning. She vacuum-sucked him even more, and he started wriggling around on the couch as he started cumming into my wife’s mouth. She looked right into my eyes as he emptied his testicles into her mouth. She gagged a little with his cock still in her mouth. Then she took his dick out of her mouth and leaned her forehead on his penis as she worked up the nerve to swallow his load. She swallowed it all down. Every last drop. After she gathered herself, she kissed his balls and half-hard dick lovingly.

Then she said, “Hey honey. You’re home…again.” I said, “What.” She said, “I know you were home at 9:48pm last night.” I instantly knew she got the information from the alarm system or she called the alarm company. She had the nerve to call me a liar. The whole time Doug was getting his pants on without saying a word. He tapped her on the shoulder and told her he was leaving. She told him he didn’t have to, and then kissed him full on the lips. Thankfully, he left us to sort things out.

I asked, “What’s going on, Lila?”

“You tell me. You obviously know something.”

I said, “Yeah, but what do you expect me to do? I’m not the bad guy.”

“Yes you are. You are.” Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “You made me…you pushed me.”

I cut her off, “That’s bullshit. No one made you suck his dick.” I was getting pissed. “And, who the fuck is Doug?”

She was getting angry, too. “You wouldn’t know Doug, because you never go to church with me.”

“Oh great. You use the church to get yourself some sex. Wonderful. Wonder what the Bible says about that.”

“Fuck you. That’s not fair. Doug needed me. He was getting a divorce, and he’s got kids. He was having a hard time.”

“I get it. No more wife…take someone else’s wife. Nice.”

“It wasn’t that way. We didn’t plan for this to happen.”

“Then what the hell was that show for just now? Are you insane? You want a divorce that bad, because you are going to get one.”

She got really quiet and really stern. “Listen. Doug is a wake-up call for our marriage. I don’t want a divorce, and I don’t want Doug.”

“Just his big dick.”

“Fuck you, Michael. It’s not like that. You’re always working. You don’t want a family. You don’t like my parents.”

“What? You are fucking crazy. You really think I am going to stay married to you.”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever. I saw you with another man. That image is never leaving my head.”

Suddenly, she knelt down in front of me. “You’re hard, Michael.”

I was floored. I was hard. She loosened my belt and undid my zipper. My pants dropped to the floor. There was a puddle of precum sticking to my boxers. She put her mouth on me, and I just melted. For the second time that day, my wife’s mouth was on different man. She did the same to me as she just got done doing to Doug. I didn’t even tell her I was going to cum. She held me firmly as I came inside her mouth. She looked up at me as she gulped it down. I was betrayed by my dick. I still loved her.

In order for us to stay together, I told her Doug would have to be out of the picture for good. We moved across town, and she changed churches. She said she liked the excitement of the affair. She liked being cherished by other men. She liked the attention, and no matter how much attention I could give her, it wasn’t the same as another man liking her. She loved me and wanted to stay married to me forever, but she liked the thrill of being wanted and desired by another.

I found that I liked watching her with other men. I watched every tape Doug and my wife made over and over again, and I was always turned on and rock hard while watching them. So, we compromised, and she gets to date other men (actually it’s only been one other man), as long as I know everything, it’s done in our house, he knows nothing will come of it, and I get to videotape it all.

The guy she met, Troy, is actually a nice guy. Of all places, they met at church. As soon as I saw them flirting, I figured she liked him. I gave her my approval. While Troy and I have never actually talked about my wife, he knows that I am okay with the arrangement. When he comes over, we talk about sports and random stuff before I leave and give them some privacy.

My wife said Troy started flirting with her casually. As she started getting bolder, she started alluding to her oral skills. Troy would get bashful, and that would be the end of that. After a couple of Sundays, Troy remarked back to her, she would have a hard time because of his size. She patted him on the crotch and made a bet with him. He came home with us for dinner. In the middle of dinner, my whispered to me to start the camera. I did, and then I told them I was going for a quick swim in the pool.

I got rock hard in the pool just thinking about what my wife was going to do to Troy. Minutes after I left, the camera picks them up walking hand in hand into our bedroom. She was giggling and smiling like a school girl. God, my wife is so beautiful kneeling in front of another man. She dropped his jean shorts, and out sprang the fattest dick I have ever seen. He was a little above average in size, but he was as thick as a Coke can. My wife gasped at the thickness, and he said I told you so. Then, she went to work.

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She managed to put half of it into her mouth. She had her mouth stretched wide. Her fingers could not wrap around the girth. It only got thicker as she sucked on it, and it looked like engorged with blood and veins around the length. She sucked and stroked as his balls rubbed against her chin. He lasted less than a minute. He came so much that she couldn’t take it all in her mouth. She gagged, and pushed his dick out of her mouth while he was still squirting ropes of cum on her sun dress. She tilted her face to the side to compose herself, and he gripped his shaft and stroked even more sperm jets onto my wife.

When he was done, and she swallowed what she could, she looked up at him, and they both started giggling quietly. They sat side by side on our bed, and she rested her head on his shoulder with her hand rubbing his still dripping cock. There was a little small talk, and it looked like he was in a rush to get his shorts back on, but my wife had a different plan in mind. She slinked down between his legs and started orally pleasuring him again. I thought, wow two blowjobs. Then I saw her panties slip down to her ankles.

After a moment she pushed him up on the bed, hiked her sun dress over her back, and then squatted over his dick. With one hand wrapped around his thick cock, she lowered her pussy onto him. She literally impaled her tight pussy on his monstrous dick. Her labia were stretched open. Her pussy was open wide, and she kept shifting from side to side trying to ease it inside her. It took her longer to insert his penis inside her than the blowjob earlier. When she finally allowed herself to drop down on him and rest her ass on his balls, the seal her labia formed around his big dick was airtight. No sperm was going to escape her womb.

I wondered why she didn’t bother with a rubber. We stocked a bunch in our nightstand. She slowly started working his cock in and out of her. He was reaching up and grabbing at her breasts. She slipped the straps down to her shoulders and unfastened her bra. She presented him with her bare breasts, and he responded by squeezing them and kneading them roughly. After a few minutes, he yelled that he was going to cum. She lifted up and his penis barely slipped out of her as it started shooting jets of sticky sperm all over my wife’s behind, inner thigh, and pubic area. That was a close one.

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Then he said something, and she quickly pulled her panties back on without cleaning up Troy’s semen. He got his shorts back on, and out they came to the pool area. He said he had to get back to the church for a meeting, and my wife volunteered to take him. The only thing the camera didn’t catch was the blowjob she gave him in the church parking lot while they were in the car. She told me all about it as I was going down on her puffy, red pussy. I didn’t even wait. When she got back, I lifted up her skirt, pulled down her cum-filled panties, and licked her used pussy all over.
Needless to say, Troy keeps coming back for more. He can’t seem to keep his hands out of my wife’s cookie jar. And, she can’t seem to keep her hands off his thick penis. I can’t seem to quit watching my wife getting serviced by other men. It’s a great relationship! We’ve been talking about a threesome with Troy, but my wife said Troy isn’t at that point yet, but he could be – especially if he thought she might not keep giving him blowjobs and sex without having a threesome. I guess that makes me a happy, voluntary cuckold. That’s my first time cuckold story.

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