My wife’s job keep her out of the house and on the road for up to five days a week. This schedule has resulted in us really looking forward to Friday night, because it’s on that day that she can finally let loose and not have to worry about an early morning the next day. As such, Friday nights usually consist of a big, delicious dinner prepared by me with lots of wine and a visit from any one of her regular lovers. Some Friday nights even see multiple guys coming to see her.
Last week was no exception, and shortly after we’d finished dinner, her favorite guy-on-the-side Ron showed up. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before. He’s literally got a salami cock. It’s about eight and a half inches long and about six and a half around. Last night, he also had a friend from work with him. I didn’t get the dude’s name, but he was sporting a cock of about seven inches long and five inches around. Needless to say, they tag-teamed my wife and fucked her through the mattress. It wasn’t long after they arrived that they had her on a spit. They’d put her on her back, her head hanging over the side of the bed so that the friend could ram into her throat while Ron took advantage of her pussy with his giant rod. Normally, she can take about five inches into her mouth before her gag reflex kicks in, but for some reason — maybe the angle, who knows — she was taking the friend with no issues whatsoever. The two guys switched places a few times, moving her into different positions, before Ron’s buddy finally just took over and began screwing the shit out of her. I was absolutely amazed as I watched her spasm and climax multiple times. She’d just be finished with one orgasm when suddenly the next one would be upon her. To put it in perspective, in one five-minute period, she came seven times before he unloaded deep inside her.
When he got off of her, his jizz flowed out of her like a river. Ron, the dog that he is, said that he usually doesn’t mind sloppy seconds, but that was just a little too much for him. He motioned for me to come in and take care of things. I quickly dropped to her crotch, sucking her pussy and drinking up all the cream dripping from her hole. Ron’s friend was quite surprised. He said that it was the first time he’d ever seen another dude willingly and happily eat a stranger’s cum from a girl’s cunt, especially the cunt of his wife. As I licked and cleaned, Ron schooled his friend quickly on the basics of cuckoldry.
When I was done with my job, Ron took his place between my wife’s legs. He put her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to drill her like a mad man. My wife squirmed and yelled, writhing around in pleasure so much that Ron called me over and told me to help keep her still. I took hold of her shoulder and pinned them to the bed. She looked up at me through her eyelashes when I touched her, and I nearly creamed my pants. It was clear she was in fucking heaven, and then she was pulling me down and kissing me, whispering over and over how much she loved me and thanking me for being so understanding to her need for being screwed like this. I told her back that I loved her, too, and that all I wanted was for her to happy. She kissed me again, her tongue in my mouth playing with mine as Ron moaned down below and pushed his semen into her. This moment was easily the most erotic experience I’d ever had. Feeling the passion and love in her kisses while another dude jammed his prick into her and came was definitely the highest point of my cuckold life. I know that I could never have experienced so much passion from my wife in a single kiss if it had not been for another man bringing her such pleasure at the same time.
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When Cuckolds Crack, No One Wins
Dear Wife, This is not normal or good for me. If this keeps up, I’ll end up dressed like a sissy and being turned into a slut.
Dear cuck, Yeah, but only in private. And what’s wrong with being a slut? I’ve been one all my life 😉
Dear Wife, It’ll be a guy fucking my face.
Dear cuck, So, you got a problem with that?
Dear Wife, Yes. I’m a man.
Dear cuck, It will teach you humility and as a man you should understand how to please a cock even better than me. If you don’t like it, if you don’t get aroused sucking his cock then I won’t make you do it any more.
Dear Wife, I can’t do this.
Dear cuck, No problem. You’re out.
Dear Wife, Are you out?
Dear cuck, Not until AFTER my date on Thursday. The toys we ordered and paid extra for next day delivery just arrived! This was all your idea!
Dear Wife, I might as well drink then.
Dear cuck, Seriously? You give me THAT much power? If I get laid on Thursday, you will take up drinking alcoholically? Ok fine, then YOU start being dominant and tie me up to the door jambs. Lubricate my holes and stuff me. I’m okay with that.
Dear Wife, This sucks. It’s not where we came from together. It’s dark and ugly and god damn you for preying on my weakness.
Dear cuck, You can’t say that and really expect me to buy it: You and I both know that you only get a hard-on when I talk about being a ‘bad girl’. And then you start begging me to contact other men. Really Husband, I got into this game so you could get off.
After cancelling the much anticipated Bondage Session with the Bull, in order to save the poor husband the anguish he now claims he can’t handle, I get this email before he trots off to work on Thursday morning:
Dear Wife, I said I wouldn’t be checking up on you today. I want you to be taken care of. My reaction was extreme embarrassment at being a sissy. I am sorry
Dear cuck, In less than a 24 hour period you accused me of preying on your weakness, exposing your secrets (which this marriage agreement does NOT allow) and threw out words like suicide, divorce and drinking.
Do you really think I am so callous and so selfish and so horny I would risk being responsible for all that? YOU started this. Your whole body shrinks away from me when I cuddle you, you only get raging hard-ons when I play cuck games with you and only then do your worship my body! You send me texts and emails suggesting I ‘blow’ off steam and contact the Bull YOU found on Craigslist.
All of this was for us, for spice in our sex life. You can not keep making and then changing the rules. I am extremely sexually aroused and you know it. But I am NOT that cruel and wicked I am a good person and I don’t like being given mixed signals. I understand that you are a sissy. Get over it. Learn how to embrace and love who you are. I do.
Dear John
Dear John,
It confuses me and hurts me when you refuse to put your lock on your cock. You run all hot and horny for this game (which makes me extremely hot, by the way) then you shut down and ignore the elephant in your living room.
Frankly, I feel insulted.
And then I become unsure: What do you want from me?
I wasn’t the one who brought this chastity device into our lives. It was YOU and your daily attention to cuckold fantasies (while giving your wife boring vanilla sex because you masturbate in the shower!!) that urged me to jump into your world.
Don’t you ever forget that you asked, no, BEGGED to be my cuckold.
You have one puny orgasm, wearing a stupid looking slutty thong (that YOU said you needed) and now you think you’re in charge of your dick again! Well then, by all means, you may have back your old fun of masturbating all alone. I will be getting some REAL cock from now on with a real man and we don’t give a shit about whether you ‘get’ anything. You never have to wear that thing again, for all I care.
If you think I’m sharing pictures or videos of Thursday’s session, think again. I’m allowing the Bull to do whatever he wants to me, especially exciting now that we are moving into bondage. Oh, and I plan on washing out all of the bull semen he pumps into my unprotected pussy that day. Since you don’t seem interested anymore, why should I walk around all day with our sticky mess between my legs? I would only do that for a well behaved cuckold, but I seem to have a rebellion on my hands.
Too bad. I had such kinky plans for a good little wimpy cuckold.