Hello,
I am a cuckold. There, I just needed to get that off my chest. Had you told me just a few years ago that I would push my wife into the arms of another man, I would have told you that you were crazy. If you had told me that I would get aroused watching her suck another cock, I probably would have wanted to punch you out. If you had told me that I would be able to cum while another man came on her breasts, well I probably would have screamed. Yet, all of those things have happened, and I am here to tell you my tale.
I am not sure when my interest in being a cuckold started. My wife and I had been married for a decade. We both have good paying jobs, beautiful children, a nice house in the suburbs, and a generally comfortable existence. We are very blessed. However, after a decade of marriage, and three years of dating, our sex life had gone stale. As such, I found myself often watching porn late at night, as my wife slept upstairs. It was on one of those nights that I watched a cuckold scene, which I did not enjoy at first, but the more I watched it the more intrigued I became.
Soon I was reading cuckold stories here on the blog, and elsewhere, to the point where it was all I thought about when I jerked off. Naturally I began to fantasize about my wife with other men, to the point that it was what I always thought about it when cumming. I suppose you could say it became somewhat of an obsession of mine, albeit one that I never shared with anybody, especially my wife.
She's pretty too. Trust me when I say you would give her the once over if you saw her in person.
And that is how this all got started, with another man doing exactly that.
It was late summer, and my wife had to stay late at work for a cocktail reception for some important new client for her firm. I picked the kids up from school, cooked their dinner, and had them all tucked in by seven. My wife didn't come home until after ten, and looked stunning in a new dress that I had never seen before. Because she worked late that night, she went in to work later, and got dressed after I left for work. The new dress was a dark royal blue with a black belt around the waist. This accentuated her breasts which were propped just right above it, as she was wearing a new bra that made her tits look perfect.
I had been fading off to sleep on the sofa in our living room when she got home, but the sight of her in that dress certainly got the blood flowing to my cock. It wasn't long before that sexy dress was off her, and I was standing behind her, my hands kneading her bra-covered breasts. I told her how sexy she looked tonight, which she enjoyed hearing. It was then that she mentioned how a man at the cocktail party kept checking out her tits. She said it very casually, but my growing cock instantly became rock solid as she said this. My mind raced as I pondered whether I should pull on that thread, or let it go. I moved ahead cautiously, and told her that I wasn't surprised, seeing how good she looked tonight. She was quiet at that comment, but I pressed ahead, asking her if she liked being looked at like that. At first she claimed that it creeped her out, but I could feel her nipples hardening through her bra. I knew then that the thought actually turned her on. My mind raced.
Soon we were both naked, and up in our bedroom. She was riding my cock as my hands pawed at her breasts. We usually engaged in some dirty talking while having sex, but tonight I decided to push the envelope a little. I told her how hot it was that other men were checking her out. She moaned loudly when I said this, as she arched her back. I then put it all on the line, and asked her if she wanted to fuck the guy who was checking her out tonight. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned loudly that she did. She came at almost the same moment, which caused my cock to explode inside her. Our simultaneous orgasms, while talking about another man fucking my wife, indicated that we had just crossed the Rubicon.
I won't bore you with the details of how we actually met up with a bull. We actually didn't talk about that night much afterwards. I had the sense that she was a bit embarrassed by admitting how that other man turned her on. But I chipped away over time, and we talked about him again and again during sex. Finally one night, after a satisfying round of sex I flat out told her it was fine with me if she wanted to have sex with another man.
My heart pounded when I made that admission, but she told me she wasn't surprised, as I had been talking about it quite a bit lately. It was clear she was into it. It almost seemed like she agreed too quickly to the idea. I know I had been planting the seed for a while, but actually seeing her agree to sleeping with another man made me realize that our marriage had changed forever.
We began looking through adult dating sites. We were surprised that a few were in our local area who responded quickly, and my wife studied their pictures closely. One evening, as I came into the bedroom I found her on her iPad, having a chat with a guy. A window on the side showed a very ripped guy, with a huge cock standing at full attention. My jaw dropped as she let me know she found the guy she wanted.
I felt overwhelmed with both jealousy and excitement. This guy was huge, and so very different from my wife. I already started to imagine their bodies grinding together, and felt my cock harden.
We met the bull in the lobby bar of an upscale hotel in the city. My wife wore that same blue dress from the work cocktail party, and looked amazing in it. The plan was to have a drink or two, and if my wife felt comfortable we would head up to a room that the bull reserved for the night.
The bull was smooth, and my wife clicked with him immediately. It only took one drink before she suggested that we go up to the hotel room. The bull took my wife's arm, and led her to the elevators, with me following behind. It was an intoxicating sight, and one I will not soon forget. In the elevator they began kissing. The bull had almost ten inches of height on my wife, so he had to lean down quite a bit, his hands caressing her breasts as their tongues danced together. I leaned back against the elevator wall, feeling my knees start to buckle.
We went into the room, and the bull had her dress off within thirty seconds. She was wearing a sexy leopard print bra and panty set, which I had never seen before, which made her tits looked amazing. Soon he got her out of the leopard print, and attacked her breasts, sucking on them hard. My wife groaned loudly, and then promptly removed all of his clothing.
His cock was huge, much bigger than mine, and my wife couldn't get enough of it. She fell to her knees, and fucking devoured it. She always sucked my cock nicely, but not like this. She was like a woman possessed as she kept telling him how fucking big it was. She rubbed her clit as she sucked, something she never does with me. Needless to say she was ready for him to fuck her.
And fuck they did! Almost every position you can imagine. She took all of him, as she rode him, took it from behind, from the side, against the wall. They just kept fucking, and fucking, and fucking. I had never seen my wife like that before. She lusted for him in a way she never has for me. I finally came in my pants, without touching my cock, as he exploded all over her tits.
Around 11:30 it dawned on me that we had to get back home to relieve our babysitter. My wife looked at me, and asked if I could go so she should stay with the bull. This was not part of the plan at all, but for some reason I agreed. She walked me to the door, wearing a white hotel robe, slightly parted. She gave me a soft kiss, told me she loved me, and promptly closed the door behind me.
What the fuck did I do?
Mack
