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.

Even though my wife and I have been married for over 30 years, during the course of our marriage, she has been with a few different men. We call these outings or sessions dates. They don’t happen often enough for my liking, but when she does agree to meet a new, strange man, it is certainly exciting for the two of us. For the last couple of years, she’s been seeing a “friend” of hers whenever he comes into town. She sees him twice a year or so, but when he’s not around, they talk on the computer or text a little more regularly. Because he’ll be in town in the next week, we’ve been talking quite a bit about him and the date. I’m writing this now to tell about the last time he came into town and what happened.
My wife and I are in our early 50s, and my wife still looks wonderful. She’s got blond hair, blue eyes and an amazing body with 38D breasts. The previous time Jim was in town, my wife and I decided to do something different. I went with her, but Jim hadn’t a clue. Before we headed out the door to meet him in a town about 30 miles way, my wife got dressed in a low-cut top that showed off quite a bit of her cleavage. She also wore a short skirt with no panties underneath. We hopped into the truck and off we went to the restaurant where they’d be meeting for lunch.
We arrived before he did, and I gave her a big kiss and told her to enjoy herself. She got out of the truck and I watched as she made her way into the restaurant. I stayed in the truck, watching her and watching for Jim. In a short while, Jim pulled up. I recognized him from the pictures he’d sent my wife in the past. I texted her, letting her know that he was there and about to head in to meet her.
Once he’d entered the restaurant, I got out of my truck and followed, taking a table close by so that I could watch. I was sitting so that my wife couldn’t see me, but I could still see she and Jim. They talked and laughed a lot. I ordered my meal and waited, watching the two. Before it arrived, I looked over to see Jim and my wife getting up and heading to the door. They hadn’t even eaten! So, now I’m stuck waiting for my meal to arrive while my wife is up and walking out the door with Jim.
I received a text from her and she told me that they were going to skip the meal and go right to the hotel. I started thinking to myself that she sure wasn’t wasting any time getting into bed with him. Obviously, as soon as my meal arrived, I ate it faster than any other meal in my life. As I didn’t know where the hotel was, I asked the waitress while paying for my meal. She didn’t have any idea where it was located, so she called over the manager. He gave me directions, using his hands to point and navigate, and he made a comment about it being a bit early for me to checking into a hotel already. I told him that it wasn’t for me but that I was following my wife and her lover there. Without a glance up, I walked out the door.
On my way to the hotel, I passed a florist. I made a quick u-turn and bought a dozen roses before heading towards the hotel. I parked in the parking lot and scanned the area for Jim’s car. He had parked right in front of the room according to the text my wife had sent me with the room number. Her text also said that they might be a while, so I adjusted my chair, sat back and relaxed. I have to admit, it was quite exciting to know that I was sitting in a parking lot while my wife was having sex with another man in a hotel room just 50 feet away from me. After about an hour, the door to the hotel room opens. Jim comes out, and he has a huge smile on his face. He turns back to the door, where my wife is standing, and gives her a kiss. With a quick wave, he jumps into his car and leaves. I waited a few moments until she texted me that he was gone and that I could come in. I grabbed the roses I had purchased and headed towards the room. She met me at the door, half-dress and her hair messy. I handed her the roses, told her that I loved her and looked into the room. The bed was a mess, and right in the middle, there was a huge cum stain. I looked to her to see her smiling. I smiled back, taking her in my arms and laying her right back down on the bed. I immediately began kissing her, all over her face and body, listening as she told me everything that had happened.
She said that on the way to the hotel, she had tugged down his zipper and was playing with his dick while he drove. When they got to the hotel, he slowly undressed her, enjoying the sight of her body. She then returned the favor and immediately dropped to her knees to give him a blowjob. After that, she said, it was a blur of action. There was kissing and fondled, then he entered her. She said that she came several times before he finally blew his load inside of her. Afterwards, they laid back and talked a little. She confessed that I had dropped her off, and he was a bit surprised. She then told him I would be picking her when they were done fooling around. He was still surprised, but told her he was fine with that. He shared that the room was paid for the night, and she thanked him, telling him that they might use it for a while, knowing that I liked being with my wife after she had been with Jim. He was curious about whether or not I went down on her after he’d fucked her, and she revealed that I did. She told him it was such a turn-on for me.
This arrangement is so good for all of us. She gets to play around and have fun with other guys every once in a while, Jim gets the pleasure of fucking my beautiful wife a few times a year, and I get to have the knowledge that she’s having sex with strangers then coming home so that I can take her after them. This particular time, it was especially nice for both us. She admitted it was strange to be in the same room and same bed that Jim had just been in. But she was happy and giggling, so I knew she liked it. As we left, crossing the parking lot to the truck, I noticed a janitor who was staring at us the entire time. He kept his eyes on us until we were out of sight. I mentioned it to my wife, and she told me that he’d seen her drive up with Jim only two hours ago. Seeing her leave with a different guy must have been flustering for him!
So, Jim will be in town next week. She’s going to see him alone this time while I stay at home and do some cleaning, waiting for her return. This is going to be such a long week of waiting!

“You’re positive you’re up for this?”
That was the question posed by my beloved wife as she prepared to embark on her very first date.
Married 15 years, my wife and I had never strayed outside of the relationship, and as I was the man she’d lost her virginity to, she’d never had another lover in her life. She’s a gorgeous, petite, shapely Latina who always has guys doing double-takes when she walks by. We’ve got a fabulous marriage and great sex life, but I’m small down there, barely pushing four inches when erect and even worse when it comes to girth. I love my wife so much, and I truly desired for her to experience more, something I couldn’t give her. When I first told her about these wishes and every time after that first time, she laughed and kissed me, telling me that she didn’t care about “that” and that she didn’t need anyone but me.
And while I have no doubt those were her true beliefs, that didn’t stop me from thinking she deserved something more, at least one time, to try it.
For a long time, I tried to get her to see things my way, to get her experiment and try something, but she never relented. Undeterred, I kept pushing it, and one day, it paid off. She opened up to me and told me a little bit about a man she worked with. The guy had always been friendly with her and others, but lately he’d been paying more attention to her than usual. It was still innocent, friendly chit-chat, but to me, it was a foot in the door.
I told my wife that it was clear this man was interested in her, and if she liked him and was interested in him, she would consider giving it a whirl. Over and over, she told me she didn’t need it, but never once did she say she didn’t want it. No matter how much I tried to reassure her I was fine with it, that I wanted her to be pleasured by a real man with a real, long, fat dick, she declined. Then one day, the dude from work — Gregory, a tall, muscled, sophisticated black man — called her while we were together and asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink after work. As I watched on, a loving, comforting smile on my face, she nervously accepted his invitation.
They made arrangements to meet at a nice restaurant on the outskirts of town. There, no one would recognize them and they could get some much-needed private time to talk. When my wife told me, I was so happy, I felt I could literally jump for joy. I actually found myself fantasizing about how the date would go, dreaming about what they would do and what they would talk about. Friday could not come soon enough!
By the time the end of the week finally rolled around, I was a ball of excited energy. I felt like a bottle of soda, shaken and under pressure. There was so much pent-up sexual energy under my skin, I probably could have powered a rocket into space. I helped my wife get ready, choosing a sexy black mini dress, garter belt and stockings for her to wear on her outing. She was going to wear a pair of matching black panties, but I convinced her to remove them before she left. My wife’s such a good girl, and she doesn’t like going out without her knickers, but I winked and told her about what a treat it would be for Gregory.
“Yes! Without a doubt, I want you to do this!”
That was the answer I gave my wife when she was walking out the door that day, a date with Gregory about to commence.
“Go on, have fun!” I urged her. “Be safe!”
I reassured her that if at any point she felt uncomfortable and wanted to stop, she could. But I could see the resolve in her eyes — she was going to go through with this. She looked so beautiful, and she smelled so nice, and everything was going to be fine.
She left, and I retreated back into the house. I was a wreck. So many emotions were battling inside my body at that time. I, of course, had wanted this to happen; I had pushed for it so much. But at the same time, this was going to be my wife’s first lover beside me, and that took some getting used to.
As the date dragged on, things started to become unbearable. I couldn’t tell if I wanted it to be over already so that she would be home with me where she should be or if it was because I wanted so badly to hear what had gone down.
Finally, after having been gone for over six hours, I heard her car pull up and ran to the window to see her walking up to the door. The lock turned, the door opened and she walked in. I ran up to her like a puppy missing its owner after a long day and kissed her on the lips. She pushed me away.
I don’t think it really occurred to me what happened. Confused, I leaned in and kissed her again, and once again she shoved at me, pushing me away from her. Alarmed, I asked her what was wrong. She looked fine, so what could be the problem. Angrily, she told me she’s blown Gregory in the car before arriving and that there was still cum lingering on her lips and in her mouth. I laughed and told her I didn’t care, moving in to deliver another kiss. She pushed me away a third time, shouting “no, that’s so gross!”
Undeterred, I relented. Fine, fine… at least tell me how the evening went! I was dying to know what had happened because she never gave me blowjobs!
She told me that it was a nice date. They had a pleasant dinner with some light chit-chat, that is, until the wine was brought out. They enjoyed the drink, loosening up and becoming more comfortable with one another. At one point, he put his hand on her thigh, and when he looked to her to see if she wanted it removed, she just smiled. His hand moved up slowly, and that was when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. He asked if she’d done that for him, and when she said she had, his face broke out into a huge smile.
When they’d finished their meal, he paid the bill and they went out to his car. The casualness from earlier returned, and they spoke of simple things on the drive to his home. When they reached his apartment, it was as if they were totally different people! They could not tear their clothing off fast enough, and they kissed and touched each other until they were so turned on they felt they might burst. He carried her to the bedroom, where he lied her down on the bed and proceeded to eat out her delicious pussy. My wife said that she squirmed and wiggled in immense pleasure as his talented tongue played with her folds, darting around and not missing an inch. After making sure he’d tasted all she had to give, he thrust his manhood into her. She said she didn’t see how big it was, but it was definitely bigger than mine. He took things slowly, pumping into her leisurely while she moaned and whimpered in need. She said it had been her intention to use condoms, but things got so hot so quickly, she completely forgot. When it came time for him to blow, she told him to pull out and cream on her stomach, but it was too late. He ended up depositing some sperm deep inside of her before pulling out and leaving the rest on her overheated skin.
When they were done, they laid down together, tired and sated. They talked some more and cuddled and kissed. After a while, she told him she had to get going. She got dressed, and they went back to the restaurant to get her car. They talked more intimately on the car ride, and he wanted to know when he would be able to see her again. She said she wasn’t sure. Without hesitation, he had also asked about me. He knew my wife was married having seen me come in to have lunch with her on several occasions. He wanted to know if I knew what was going on, and my wife told him that I didn’t and that she would be keeping their affair a secret. When they finally got to her car, she leaned over and blew him, swallowing down his cum before stepping out and into her car to come home.
By the time she was done telling her story, I was as horny as a teenager! She got up then, saying she wanted to get cleaned up, but I told her that my poor dick couldn’t wait. I was so happy for her, and I thanked her repeatedly for doing this for us. She tugged up her skirt and I entered her, going slow because she was feeling sore. I could actually feel the wetness from her co-worker’s cum, and that aroused me so much that I came in about a minute.
So far, she’s only gone on one date like this. She still thinks my request and desire for her is strange. I haven’t pressured her, not the way I had been doing before. She knows now what I want, and I’m sure Gregory is on the other side talking to her, trying to set up another rendezvous. I told her she could do it, but asked that she be open with me about it.
Last week, I went to her office for one of our usual lunch get togethers. I saw Gregory as I was walking through the office, and we exchanged hellos. I went to my wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and had a normal lunch. It was strange coming so close to the man who had fucked my wife, but I have absolutely no regrets about what went down.