I Am A Cuckold

PART I

Looking back, I was a sucker. I was duped. I was probably the butt end of a lot of jokes with a lot of talking behind my back. I was a total chump. In short, I was several times the victim of a cheating wife. I was cuckolded and I did not even know it. But, everybody else did.

I guess if I had to characterize myself back then, I would say I was a bit arrogant, confident, and ambitious. I married my wife at a relatively young age. I had a short list of sexual experiences up to that point. My wife, by her own ambition, stopped counting the notches on her bedpost. I knew she had a reputation, but I didn’t care. It was true love happily ever after. Happy, that is, until I caught her cheating with another man.

It’s almost cliche in the internet age. I caught her cheating when I was trying to retrieve an email I accidentally sent to the trash bin. I found my email, but then I stumbled upon a short email exchange with a man named Joe asking how my wife was doing without the benefit of much sleep. I would later discover Joe was a coworker and the manager of a different office. That question alone was odd, and I probably could have explained it away. It was her response that set off a bomb of adrenalin in my gut. She replied, and I quote, “Very tired and very sore! ” The little wink symbol at the end pretty much said it all.

I was gone on a business trip for four days (left Fri night and came back early Monday around lunch time). The date on the email was early Monday morning. I just about checked every last file on the computer and found absolutely nothing else incriminating. I forced myself not to call her at work. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my anger. Then, I started ransacking the apartment for evidence.

I found absolutely nothing. When I settled down, I got a little nauseous. I ended up puking airline peanuts and soda in the bathroom. Then I saw a bottle of perfume on the counter. I saw fingernail polish on the counter. It wasn’t messy, but it hadn’t been put away yet. I then got the idea to check the clothes hamper. In it I found a matching set of white lacy panties and bra. The panties were lacy in the back, and the bra was sheer lace around the cups. The bra smelled strongly of perfume and I thought I detected a faint cigarette smell. The panties on the other hand were definitely used and dirty. The crotch of the panties smelled of sex. It was stained around the vaginal area with a darker white discharge. Even though it was clearly obvious I was holding proof of her cheating, I put the panties to my face and breathed in the scent. I had to prove it to myself. It was definitely a mixture of sex, and I wasn’t a part of it.

Then, like a beaten man, I cried. It wasn’t a dignified cry either. It was a sobbing and agony cry. Clutching her stained panties, I doubled over on the bathroom floor and just cried. My wife of eight years, the mother of my children, was having sex with another man. I wasn’t there while they had sex, but I my mind sure was. I saw my my wife being ridden doggie style, on her back, on top. I saw her on her knees giving head to him. I saw him going down on her. I saw it all in the darkest places of my mind. Just the one smell of those filthy panties set me off on an emotional roller coaster.

Then, I got angry. I started scheming. I started planning. I wanted to destroy her life, her job, her everything. But, I couldn’t. We had kids. We had bills. It was a an impossible position. I put her used panties in a sealed plastic bag and hid them. Then I called her. She refused to talk at work. She said she would call me when she got off work, and then we would meet at a restaurant or in the mall to talk.

She got off work at 5pm, but she didn’t call me until around 6:30pm. I later found out she went to his apartment to see him in distress because of my discovery. They ended up talking and then having sex for about an hour. I felt like my body was going to tear apart from my skin during the wait. I can only imagine what I would have done had I know she was getting ‘consoled’ by him.

We met at a park. I thought for sure she would deny it. She didn’t. She just came right out and said she had been seeing him for a few weeks. I demanded to know exactly how long. She said she didn’t know the exact time and asked if it really mattered. I then wanted to know if they had slept together. She replied with what do you think? I said I needed to know and I didn’t want to play games. She said, “I spent the night at his apartment Saturday and Sunday night. What do you think?” I said I had to know. She asked if I needed her to draw me a picture. I said I wanted to hear it from her mouth. At this point she was irritated with me, and she looked at me with complete contempt. She said, “Ok. I sucked his dick. We fucked all night. Is that what you wanted to know? Is that what you needed to hear?”

I don’t think I have ever been hit in the stomach as hard as she did that day with words alone, and making matters worse, I asked for it. It was like an atomic bomb of adrenalin which made my breathing rapid and my heart rate sore. Still, I didn’t stop what she would later refer to as a ’sick 20 Questions” interrogation. I asked her if they used protection. She scoffed a quick, “No. He’s clean. He doesn’t have any diseases, and I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant (she got her tubes tied after our second kid).” I knew better than to question his STD status, so I moved on to the next question. Did he cum in your mouth? She asked, “You don’t really want to know, right? What difference does it make?” I didn’t have to respond. She looked at my expression and the she said, “Yes, he came in my mouth, and before you ask, I swallowed for him.”

This was another bomb in the pit of my abdomen. She only swallowed for me once, and then we mutually agreed (more her than me) that she didn’t have to swallow. Whenever she went down on me, I rarely got to cum in her mouth. If was mostly a precursor to sex. If she let me come in her mouth, it was off to the sink to spit and rinse. For him, she swallowed every time. Before I started to point this out to her, she said, “Don’t take it personally. I just really wanted to make it special for him. I wanted to be the one who gave him the best ever.” I then started in on the ’size’ question. At this point she refused to talk about how big, how many times, or where they had sex, or how long, or any other specifics. She said, “I know that once this is out, we can’t come back from this. I know you. Even if I wanted to, you can’t come back from this.” Then, she matter of factly said she was sorry. Her cell phone rang, and she got up and walked a little distance. Her expression changed from stern to cheerful. I knew who was on the other end of the line.

PART II

She didn’t even say bye. She walked toward her Jeep across the parking lot still on the cell phone. I parked at the opposite end, so I walked fast to my car in order to get home first. Despite hitting almost every traffic light, I made it home first. Funny thing, I didn’t have to race home to get there first since she wasn’t coming home. She spent the night at his apartment.

She didn’t answer her phone, and I try as I might I couldn’t get his last name from their work. It was perhaps the longest most agonizing night of my life. I knew where she was and what she was doing. She wasn’t upset at all about the day’s events. She was in la-la land. She thought nothing about me or even the kids who were staying at grandma’s for a few days. At around 2am, I got up and retrieved her stained white panties from behind the grand dresser. I closed my eyes and brought them to my face and smelled the betrayal. I was at my lowest, and yet I felt myself get aroused. I then pressed her sex stained panties against my face, reached into my boxers, and pleasured myself. You cannot imagine the confusion. My mind was twisted. After everything that went down, I pleasured myself with my cheating wife’s cum-stained panties pushed against my face. And, it didn’t take long. I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime after that humiliation.

At the time I had no idea of the kinds of humiliation in store for me. How could I have known? My arrogance prohibited me of ever considering that my wife might someday cheat on me. They both called in sick the next day. So, did I. She came with a police escort to remove two suitcases of clothes and toiletries. She changed from her clothes of two days into some shorts and flip flops, and in less than 15 minutes she was back in her Jeep.

The only things she left behind was a lump of dirty clothes next to the bedroom closet. She changed on the fly. I stared at those clothes for what seemed like forever. I got up and sure enough, her panties were still inside her dress slacks. I pulled them out of the pants, and immediately smelled the pungent odor of their sex. On top of that it was a hot day. and she likes her pants tight to conform to her body. These panties were stained far worse that the other panties. Either that or the contrast against the black panty material really highlighted the stains.

I sat on the foot of the bed with those stained panties in my hands staring straight ahead. The TV was on. I was too cried out to cry anymore. My head was pounding. With even less mental reservations than the first time, I pressed the damp crotch of those cum stained black panties to my face right on my nose. Any other time I would have been disgusted by that smell. This time it was different. In spite of the degradation and humiliation, I pleasured myself a couple of times.

Here I was with two pairs of my cheating wife’s sex stained panties in Zip-Loc bags by myself while my wife was living with her lover. While I was at work, she was at work in the same building as her boyfriend. I don’t know how I pulled myself through those couple of weeks. I did my best to not think about how things were going. I started working out, and I really focused on my kids.

Then, it happened. They officially broke up after 23 days. She had nowhere to go but back to our apartment. You’d think she would be humble and beg forgiveness. She came back defiant and nasty. She took out all of her relationship problems with Joe on me. By her choice she slept on the living room sofa. Sex of any kind was out of the question, and she never attempted to hide her phone calls to him. Talk about humiliation. She was leaving loving messages on his machine in front of me.

I don’t think they talked at work, and outside of once or twice, I don’t think he ever talked much to her on the home phone. Then one day I came home and she was arguing with him on the phone. When she saw me, she cut the call short, grabbed her keys, and took off without saying a word. I was pretty sure she was going to see him. After about a half an hour, I read his name on my caller ID. He was calling me. It made me wonder where she actually went. Curiosity got the better of me, so I answered the phone.

Joe told me who he was, and then had the audacity to say he broke things off with my wife out of respect to my kids and family. I mean, where was the respect when he was banging my wife for the past two or three months? He then said that my wife was parked outside his driveway and she refused to leave until she could talk to him. He made a comment about fatal attraction, said we was sorry, and said I needed to get her to leave.

I called her cell phone and told her of my conversation with Joe. She said a few choice words to me, and then hung up. A short while later she came home, and went straight to our bedroom and locked the door. We both went to work the next morning, and when I came home, I found out she quit her job. She finally wanted to talk.

She said she needed some time away to go and see her family back east. The next day, she took my pick up truck since it had lower mileage than her Jeep, and drove cross country. She called twice - once during a storm and the second time when she got to her mom’s house. I didn’t hear from her for almost two weeks. She called and said she was coming back.

When she got back, she was ready to straighten things out between us. She literally begged forgiveness. She was a wreck. She said she needed to devote her life to the kids and me. Funny thing happened. We changed roles. Suddenly, I was the one in control and demanding. She was crying and said she had nowhere to go, and didn’t want her kids to think bad of her. I sat on the couch, and she walked toward me in tears and in the most sincere voice said she was sorry and would do everything in her power to make things better if I would take her back. She got on her knees between my legs and rested her head on my lap. I couldn’t help it. It had been so long. I got hard.

She felt it, and then looked up at me for a second. She pulled my shorts down and gave me the best oral sex of my life. When she was done, she got up and went to the kitchen sink and spit. She swallowed every time for him when she was a cheating wife, yet even when she was desperate to get back together with me, she still spit. It was awkward for the rest of the day, and when we finally went to bed it got intense. I started asking all of the questions that before she refused to answer.

The first thing I asked her was how big was he? I mean, even though I realized it had nothing to do with the severity of the situation, and even though I knew no answer was really going to make me feel better, I wanted to know. She was uncomfortable with the question, but she quickly said, “About the same as you.” That answer didn’t work for me. I told her I needed her to be brutally honest with me if she really wanted to work things out. She asked why did I have to ask questions like that, and did I realize none of that mattered. I said I needed her to come clean and I needed closure. She made me turn off the lights and she sat up in the bed. My heart was pounding. My voice was getting raspy.

She said, “He is a little bigger than you, and a lot thicker.” I asked how much bigger. I could feel her discomfort, but I wasn’t going to cut her any slack. She said, “I don’t know. A little.” I started to get irritated, and she could sense it. She then said, “Let me show you.” She reached into my pants, and grabbed hold of my penis. I can’t explain it and I didn’t even think about it at the time, but I was rock hard, and there was a big wet spot at the front of my boxers. She gripped the upper shaft and said, “About this much from here (which was like about an inch).” She wrapped her fingers around my girth and then said, “My fingers are right about here when I am holding him (which her fingers touched her thumb when she held me, and was separated by about another inch of space when she held him).” Without my asking, she then commented, “I think he’s a little bigger because of he’s not circumsized. He has a lot more skin there than you do. The only thing I felt different when he was in me was his thickness. He was fatter down there than you.” I could hardly breathe. My mind was instantly painting an image of my wife doing things to his uncut dick, and him using his engorged fleshy dick on my wife. The thought of another man’s ugly uncut cock inside my wife was killing me.

My wife then took off her pj’s and climbed on top of me. I was done in maybe 15 seconds. It was that fast. She got up and went to use the bathroom and clean up. She came back, and before I could launch into more questions, she asked, “Can I suck you?” She went down on me even though I hadn’t cleaned myself off first. This was a first. After about a minute she looked up and asked, “Do you want me to swallow? Do you want that?” Pride is a bitch, because I told her it didn’t really matter. So, she didn’t swallow. She pulled me out of her mouth when I got close, and finished me off into her hands. She grabbed a towel and then washed her hands, and said she needed to get to bed. It was like that for almost a month. I kept asking her questions about their sexual encounters. She would tell me the stories and descriptions. Hearing my wife detail her infidelity in graphic terms is exactly what I asked for, but the other side of my mind kept asking why did I need the details? There’s no way this could help our marriage. I almost needed the humiliation of hearing what she did with him like a drug. That is, I needed that until Joe started calling my wife again.

PART III

Just when you think things are beginning to sort themselves out, your wife’s boyfriend whom she once cheated with decides he still has feelings for her. And just like that, she went back to him. Only this time, it wasn’t behind my back. It was in my face - both figuratively and literally as I would later learn.

The second time around, she did things a lot different. She decided things went wrong between them because she had moved in too soon. So, while she practically went to his place every day, she came home to sleep on most nights with the exception of a weekend night or two. My wife just about cut me off from sex completely. If I bitched enough and she didn’t just get up and leave, she would give me a handjob. Her heart was never in it, and she didn’t hide her contempt and disgust when she did it.

She was giving her best to someone else, and I just rolled over and took it. I don’t know why I didn’t put up much of a fight. I lost my pride and dignity when it came to my wife. It was a mixture of love and complete hated at the same time. I kept telling myself I was being a man by staying at her side, even when that meant she was sleeping with another man. I got used to the humiliation to the point where it became second nature to me. I didn’t exactly crave humiliation, but I had no problem accepting things as they were.

Then about a month into our strange arrangement, I pushed to hard. My wife came home after midnight on a Friday night. It was late enough to where I figured she was going to stay the night at his house, so I was already in bed. I could tell by her look that she was pissed about something he did. She was wearing a short skirt and a revealing blouse with black stripper heels. She looked good in a trashy kind of way, which sounds funny because this was my wife. She kicked off her heels, dropped her skirt, and put on one of my old t-shirts. She still hadn’t said a word to me. She brushed her teeth, set the alarm, and then jumped into bed.

She smelled terrific and her smooth legs brushed against mine as she adjusted the blankets. I was already hard even before she took off her skirt in front of me. So, I did the penis nudge to her back. She scooted away from me slightly. We were both wide awake, and the tension was overwhelming. I did it again, and this time she snapped at me, “I don’t need to deal with this bullshit. Can we just go to sleep?” I felt like a kid in school that just got yelled at by the teacher. Her words stung. I debated slipping into the bathroom to pleasure myself. But, she smelled so good and her skin was so warm. I waited for what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, and I could tell she was still awake. I asked her trying to be funny, “I suppose a blow job is out of the question.” I asked it in an almost submissive, semi-humorous way.

She let out a sigh and then said, “Fine. You want a blowjob? Fine. Take your shorts off.” I was stunned, but I did not waste anytime shucking my boxers off. She wriggled out of her panties but kept her t-shirt on. I still wasn’t sure she was for real up until she put her hands on me. She wiped off my oozing pre-cum with her thumb and then put her mouth on me and said something kind of muffled. I thought I would explode right there. Then she twisted her body around on top of me and lowered herself into the 69 position. She planted her labia right on my mouth and I jabbed my tongue right up in her and started licking her all over. For a brief moment I was in pure heaven until she grinded her hips into my face and I felt the damp, matted pubic hair around her vagina. I instantly knew that she had sex that night with Jim, and I was licking the remnants of his DNA everytime my wife pressed her matted pubic hair with his cum and her sex over my face. I was at once repulsed and turned on. When I tried to shrug her off, she realized my discovery and she started stroking me harder while squeezing her thighs tightly around my head.

Even though the blowjob switched to a handjob, it was really feeling good. So, I got over my urge to wretch, tried to imagine his sperm wasn’t there, and did my best to please my wife. I came rather quickly. She aimed the cum to shoot over my abdomen. She sat up a little and didn’t make any effort to let me go from between her soiled legs. She didn’t orgasm, but she pretty much wiped her sloppy seconds pussy all over my face. When she was done, she said something about it being disgusting and my needing help. I laid there stunned at myself for orally cleaning up my wife’s vagina after she had sex with another guy. Then, I found myself wishing I could do it again. That was my cuckold wake-up call.

CONCLUSION

I had come full circle from being an arrogant, proud man to being transformed in to a humiliated, powerless cuckold. My wife was having unprotected sex with another man on a very regular basis. My only release came from my own hand. Even though we slept on the same bed, she had nothing to do with me sexually. Still I pressed on just hoping things would get better.

About 5-6 months into our strange relationship, my wife actually decided to have a small birthday party for me. I was surprised. I never made a big deal about birthdays. It was always her that enjoyed birthdays. So, I assumed this one would come and pass without any fanfare. She actually got me a cake and a small present. Before we celebrated my birthday she said she had to duck out for an hour or so. That was code for she needed to see Joe, her boyfriend. I was used to her leaving to see him, but for some reason I was a little disappointed that she would leave after she made such a big deal about my birthday.

True to her word she came back in less than a couple of hours. Her hair was a little messy, so I knew they had sex during those two hours. She brought back Chinese takeout, and we ended up having a nice dinner together. We ate a couple of small pieces of cake, and then we went into the living room to open up my present.

The present was in a small box that fit in the palm of my hand. She told me that I was really going to love this present, and she actually smiled at me for the first time in ages. I opened up the present, and there inside was a single condom. I looked up at her, and she smiled again and started upstairs to the bedroom. I was behind her in a flash.

When she got on the bed I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Either she left them at her boyfriend’s earlier that day, or she never wore them when she went to sleep with him. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. I already had the condom on, and was positioning myself to take her missionary style. She motioned for me to kiss, but as started to lean forward, she directed my head in between her legs. She wanted oral pleasures first.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and if the smell of sex wasn’t obvious enough, her pussy was red and puffy from a lot of rough sex with Joe and his dried semen was all over her vagina. I took a deep breath of air and then went down on her. The taste was more vile than the last time. It was like tasting a bowlful of salty acidic liquid. I dry-heaved a couple of times, but I managed to maintain my composure. I gave her the best oral sex I knew how. She orgasmed twice, and then almost yelled at me to stop because it was getting too sensitive.

She sat up at the edge of the bed and moved me to where I was standing up on the floor next to the bed. I must have looked like a complete loser, because I was rock hard with the condom still on. She giggled at the sight of it and then reached for it. I thought she was going to blow me right there. She said something about being prepared and then stroked it while she leaned back on the bed and opened up her legs. Before her back even hit the bed, those few stokes made me shoot my load into the condom. She almost gasped, and then started laughing. I kind of laughed, even though it was so humiliating. She reached into the dresser drawers and put on some fresh panties, and then the reality hit me. I wasn’t going to get a second chance, and I knew better than to ask.

The next weekend we had a dinner guest. It was Joe. I don’t know who was more freaked out. Me or Joe? There was so much tension that I just wanted to leave. But, I didn’t. Instead, I helped my wife prepare dinner for her boyfriend. We sat at the table and conversation was beyond strained. After dinner, my wife advised me they would be going upstairs and did not wished to be disturbed. That was too much for me, and I pulled her into the kitchen and told her she was going to far. Then she slapped me across my eye and nose without any warning. The sound alone was shocking, and my nose started bleeding lightly. My left eye was watering. I grabbed her by the arms, and then Joe walked in and asked if there was a problem. My wife said, “Yeah. This asshole needs to see how a real man treats a woman.” With that she suggested we all go upstairs.

I thought maybe a threesome? It seemed very promising, so I went with them upstairs. She had me stand by the side of the bed and said to just watch and learn. I was instantly rock hard. They made out, groped, kissed, and took each others clothes off. Except, he wasn’t hard like I was. She kept rubbing his dick and balls with her hands which had to have been an awesome massage. Still nothing. She went down on him and licked his balls while stroking his shaft. She then started sucking his dick for a couple of minutes. He was still a limp noodle, and I was laughing inside. He had his eyes closed and he looked like he was trying too hard to get an erection. She moved up to his face and started kissing him again. He whispered something to her, and she nodded. She came up to me and said I was making him nervous. I could not resist making a comment about his ‘manhood’. Without warning, she kneed me right in the crotch while I was still hard. I literally had to crawl out of the bedroom, and then she slammed and locked the door.

As I lay by the door, I heard them going at it. Joe apparently had a much easier time getting hard, and proceeded to bang the daylights out of my wife. I heard her grunting, moaning, yelling, and begging for him to do it harder. I heard the headboard slam against the wall. I heard him tell her he was cumming. After a few minutes, they started again. I counted three times they had sex. I had my hand in my shorts, but I didn’t dare make myself cum. Then the bedroom door opened, and my wife looked down on me on the floor with my hands in my pants. “Come inside and lay down on the bed.”

I did as I was told. She stood over me face, and then squatted down a few inches over my face. I had the most perfect view of her swollen, puffy labia. My dick was standing straight up and a small puddle was forming through my pants. Then I saw her doing kegel like motions with her vagina. I had no time to react when the first drops of cum dripped on to my nose and the corner of my eye. I went to turn away, and she barked, “Don’t you dare move. You are going to clean up after a real man.” I saw Joe standing naked in the bathroom looking at the scene through the mirror. He had a slight grin on his face.

“Open you mouth.” I didn’t. She slapped me again on the ear making my inner ear pop. “Open your fucking mouth.” This time I did, and she pushed out a gob of cum into my mouth. I gagged and pushed it out of the sides of my mouth. She used her fingers and smeared it off the side of my face and back into my mouth. I tried to hold it under my tongue, but the taste was so sour. I decided to just swallow it and be done with it. After I did it, I had a few tears streaming down my face. I thought she might have felt sorry for me, but instead she thrust her pussy in my face and made me clean her up entirely. She said, “This isn’t for my pleasure or your pleasure. I just need you to clean up so he can fuck me again.” So, I did.

She pushed me away from her and made me go outside the door. Joe called me back in and told me to lie at the floor of the bed. Then he proceeded to hammer my wife doggie style. He lasted around 5 minutes or so. From licking her clean, I knew her pussy was already inflamed and red. He was handling her very rough. He didn’t warn my wife that he was cumming. He just grunted and I could hear his humping get slower but more violent. His skin was slapping her ass with each thrust. He groaned and dumped another load into her womb.

Again she made me lie on the bed with my mouth open. This time I didn’t fight it. She forced three or four spoonfuls of fresh hot cum out this time. I ate his sperm knowing full well just seconds ago he had ejaculated deep into my wife. And this time, even though it was so much more cum, it was actually getting easier. When I licked her clean, I actually stuck my tongue in deeper to clean more of his cum out of her. It was still disgusting, buy my sexuality was getting more and more twisted to where I was slowly accepting this. When she was done having me clean her, she grabbed the panties she had worn before Joe came to visit, and cleaned around and in her pussy. She threw them at me, and told me to basically get lost. I went straight to the downstairs bathroom and pleasured myself to her panties.

I didn’t realize he was spending the night until around three or four hours later when she came downstairs to get them drinks. She asked me to pour a couple of drinks, and she was actually being civil with me. I woke up around 6:30 am with my wife kissing Joe goodbye, She closed the door and sat down next to me on the sofa. She said thank you. I looked at her bewildered. I didn’t understand, and she didn’t explain. All I knew was that she was going to continue ‘dating’ Joe, and I was going to continue eating my wife’s creampies from other men. And, I was OK with that. That is how I became a full blown cuckold.

Unsuspecting Cuckold Story Afterword

A couple months later, and we are still going strong. We are probably more close as a couple now that I am accepting of my cuckold situation. We eat dinners together, we pay the bills together, we exercise together, and pretty much everything else a normal couple does … except for the when it comes to bedroom and her boyfriends. And, I did say boyfriends in the plural.

She dumped Joe for the last time after she got promoted and transferred to a new department. Her new division is less than a mile away, but I guess that was a mile too much for them. She started seeing another coworker named Casey. He doesn’t really know the extent to which I am cuckolded, and he is definitely freaked out that my wife is cheating on me with my knowledge. I haven’t seen him in person, but I’ve already cleaned out his DNA that he deposited inside my wife on more than one occasion. It’s like, I don’t know you, but I have tasted the sex between you and my wife, and I know the scent between you and my wife.

My wife eventually talked Casey into coming into our bedroom. Unfortunately, he demanded I not be anywhere near the house. So, at 10:30pm, I was sent away from my house. I passed his car about a block from my house as he was heading in to hook up with my wife. I went to a Denny’s and ordered a light breakfast, and took my time eating at the counter. It was almost to the point where I couldn’t ask for another cup of coffee when my wife called and said it was ok to come home. Her voice on the other end of the phone got me hard instantly. I paid for the meal, and drove straight home.

My wife was already in the bed reading a magazine. When she saw me, she dropped the magazine and she had a big grin. She motioned for me to come to the bed. I did, and she moved the blankets aside and spread her legs. I knew the routine. I went down on her and started orally cleaning her between her legs. The musky smell was nauseating and arousing at the same time. His cum mixed with her juices was bitter and tart. It made me gag a couple of times, and I don’t think I ever got used to his fluids inside my wife. My oral pleasuring was stopped with a hard slap to the temple. My wife said, “Don’t nibble. It’s a little sore down there.” My ear was ringing, and my left eye started watering a little. I stopped nibbling, and gently started licking her red, swollen labia. She said, “He’s got a big dick,” which sent a surge of adrenal through me just imagining a large dick inside my wife.
After several minutes, she nudged my head away from her vagina. I was getting ready to head to the bathroom to pleasure myself, when she said she had a little surprise for me. She reached over the nightstand and grabbed an unwrapped condom. She was careful not to tip it, and then I was shocked when I realized it was a freshly used condom and was about a quarter of the way full of his cum. I instantly thought she was going to make me drink his cum out of the condom. She saw this, and she laughed lightly. She said, “I feel like fucking some more except I am out of condoms, and I don’t want your cum inside me. If you want, you can use this condom, but don’t empty it. Just use it like it is.” She was looking at my eyes and gauging my reaction.
Of course I put the used condom on. I felt his cold, slimy semen coat my entire penis. It was a nasty feeling, but I was staring between my wife’s legs the entire time. For the first time in months, I was going to have intercourse with my wife. I got ready to mount her missionary style, and she stopped me and said she wanted to be on top. I flipped over on my back, and she lowered her pussy onto my wet condomed dick. Just knowing his sperm was already inside her from earlier in the night and feeling his cum squishing around my dick inside the condom was driving me crazy. All that lube caused my penis to glide right in. It went in so easily it was almost embarrassing. I could hardly feel her vagina around me, but that was actually a good thing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds.
She was riding me pretty rough, and coupled with her juices and the condom leaking out of the edges, my pubic area was flooded. After a couple of minutes, I lost it. It was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I loved my wife. I loved her for giving me sex. She was still riding me when I told her I already came. She hadn’t noticed. She stopped and looked down between her legs at my shrinking erection and wrinkled condom. She got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn’t move, it was that intense. After brushing her teeth, she jumped into bed and rolled over to go to sleep. After a couple of minutes of quiet, she said, “There’s a tape in my panty drawer. It’s of Casey and me today. I made it for you.” That was her way of telling me she loved me, and I couldn’t have loved her more if I tried. I excused myself, retrieved the tape, and went downstairs to ‘entertain’ myself for a little while. I popped the tape in.
Casey was a skinny white guy. After a few minutes of groping and kissing on the bed, my wife moved down to the tent in his boxers. She pulled his boxers down with her teeth. Out sprang a monstrous dick way too big for that skinny frame of Casey’s. My wife gripped it with both of her hands and put her mouth around the thick head of his penis. She had her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. She started stroking him with both hands and you could see by her cheeks going inward that she was sucking his head hard. He literally didn’t last a minute. His huge balls tightened up, and the veins in his dick got huge. He groaned, and you could see him shooting repetitive loads into my wife’s mouth. Each spasm signaled another blast of cum. My wife kept her mouth wrapped around his dick the entire time. Then she opened her eyes and looked right into the camera. She still had his big dick in her mouth. She made a motion with her eyes like can you believe how big this is? I saw her swallow his cum down in two distinct gulps. When she took her mouth off of him, she had some sperm dripping down the side of her mouth. She smiled at the camera and gave me a little wink as she flashed the condom.
Before she could do anything with the condom, Casey got my wife on her back on the bed. I saw her legs over his shoulders and her little hand grasp his dick and guide it inside her. He was very gentle in getting his penis inside her. She kept squeezing his forearms as he entered her. You could tell he knew his size required him to take it slow at first until he was completely inside her. His first three or four strokes were slow. Her inner labia formed a perfect seal around his penis. Each time he retracted, her labia pulled a little outwards. After the first few delicate strokes, he started pounding her. She put her hands on his chest to try and hold him back, but he was too strong, and his dick was too big. He slammed into her until she quit trying to fight him off. Her arms went slack around his lower back and a couple of times she held her own legs apart. When he came, he did one final jab inside her that made her literally yelp. Then he held his dick inside her and you could see his balls and ass quivering as he inseminated my wife with his DNA. When he rolled over, the cum came streaming out of my wife’s vagina. That’s probably where the soreness came from. He conquered my wife with his barbarian dick, and even after the pain, she liked it.
They talked for a few minutes while he caressed her cheek. She had her hands between his legs and was rubbing his enormous testicles. In less than a couple of minutes his dick was back at attention. She got on her knees and leaned over him and starting blowing him again. Only this time, she had plans. After a few strokes with her mouth, she rolled the condom over his dick. It went down around his manhood about two thirds of the way down. They talked for a sec, and she must have explained something to him about the condom.

He nodded, and then she got on her hands and knees, and he took my wife doggie style. She was moaning and bucking wildly after a couple of minutes. I have never seen someone fuck a woman so rough. His skin was smacking her ass loud enough to hear it on tape. Before he came, he pushed her down to where her head and boobs were on the bed, and her ass was sticking straight out. He grabbed her roughly by the hips, and he came inside the condom inside my wife. He slumped over her back, and she crawled away kind of fast and knelt between his legs to retrieve the condom. She kissed his dick a few times, and he got up and started putting on his clothes. My wife was naked as they both left the room. I noticed she was walking a little funny, and now I understood why my wife’s vaginal area was so tender. This guy treated my wife like a white trash slut, and completely abused her pussy with his big dick. She came back after a couple of minutes and looked in to the camera and blew me a kiss. Then the tape shut off. That was a great cuckold night for me. That’s about as good as it gets!