This is a true story that happened to me recently. I have wanted to share it for a while, mainly as a way to process the whole experience. Sorry for the length, but I wanted to include as many details as I could while they are still reasonably fresh in my mind. The background also adds enough to the story that I wanted to include it.
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A bit of background.
In high school, I would hang out and party at my best friend's house. Let's call him Andrew. Typically, there would be half a dozen or so of us drinking, smoking, playing video games, all the usual eighteen-year-old stuff. Eventually, he would get a girlfriend. Let's call her Kristina. Kristina was an attractive 20-year-old punk rock 80s dance music girl who was typical of the early 2000s scene and fit into our group well. The two were like rabbits constantly fucking. Often, they would just disappear for a while, and the rest of us would just continue partying. There were a few times we would be sitting smoking cigarettes on his patio, which was directly in front of his bedroom and had a large window. We would hear her moaning loudly as he fucked her for what had to be twenty to thirty minutes straight. We all just ignored it and continued our partying, but I remember thinking with how she moaned and whimpered, he must have been fucking her brains out.
I moved away for college, and we all grew distant until I moved back home five years later. I knew that they had remained friends, but I didn't talk to either of them. One night, I was out with some other friends, and we decided to go to a house party. The party was dull, and I was getting ready to leave when Kristina and her friend showed up. We catch up, and she is showing me a lot of attention, sitting on my lap, touching my face, all the unmistakable signals. We exchanged numbers and decided to hang out again soon. Next weekend, we meet up and go to my house to watch some movies. That night, we hooked up. She is a pretty good lay, gives great head, and has a really tight pussy, so we start hooking up regularly. Neither of us would say we were dating, but we were hooking up most nights of the week for the next couple of months. I had had a few one-night stands in college and a short-term girlfriend before moving away, so I was definitely experienced. Still, I didn't last very long when it came to penetration. Due to this, I found out early that I loved eating pussy. Most girls seemed to enjoy this more than penetration anyway, so it always worked out, and I always got compliments.
One night, I picked her up at her house, and I saw she was sitting in the car with Andrew. I didn't think much of it. She said goodbye to him, and we left for my house. I am laid back and not a jealous type, so I didn't think anything of it. That night, we get down to business, and as I mentioned earlier, I love to eat pussy so I go down on her. We had been together dozens of times at this point, so I was very familiar with her pussy. As I was eating her out and enjoying myself, I noticed that her pussy was really wet, which was usual, but it was practically gushing, and it had a salty taste to it, unlike the previous times. It also would typically be pretty tight when I would finger her, so tight I would have to start with a single finger and work up to two. That night, however, not only was it not tight, but it was loose. I still have the visual of spreading her lips and being able to see inside her, which was far from the tiny pink fleshy hole I had become accustomed to. I guess I was a bit naive or pussy drunk at the time because I didn't put two and two together and continued about business.
Fast forward to earlier this year, and Kristina is now my wife of just over a decade.
We have a healthy monogamous relationship and a healthy sex life. Being in our late thirties, our libidos have slowed down a lot, especially hers. We have sex once or twice a month. She is no longer the wild party animal she once was, but then again, neither am I. Over the years, she's grown far more conservative than I have, trading the uninhibited passion of our youth for something quieter, more restrained. Our sex is now intimate and vanilla, filled with tender embrace and far from rough. Her clit sucking toy does a great job of satisfying her, and she takes care of me with her hand or mouth most nights.
I joke that all a man has to do is take his dick out in front of her, and she will start playing with it because I generally do just that. Whip it out, and she almost instinctively starts playing with it while she watches TV or reads. It is nearly second nature for her, and I admit I take advantage of it when the mood strikes.
I don't know precisely when I realized that my wife had most likely been creampied that day less than a couple of hours, maybe even minutes before we fucked, and I ate her pussy. At first, it would bother me when it popped into my head, but what would be the point of asking her about it all these years later? I kept it to myself and never brought it up with her. Eventually, as she would stroke or suck my cock it would pop into my head along with the sounds of her moaning and whimpering as Andrew was fucking her, and it began to turn me on. I would welcome the memory and try to remember more details. It has led to some of the best sex of our relationship. I would fuck her as hard as I could to get her to replicate sounds when we got intimate. Still, her vocal reactions never reached the level of the fantasy I had built around the fading memory. It is a significant turn-on for me now, and the best part is that we see Andrew all the time.
Being from a small town, Andrew re-entered my life years ago. We became good friends again and were actually best man at each other's weddings. I threw his bachelor party and walked in the stripper, bouncing up and down on his cock at the strip club. He covered for me a few times. I got a bit too drunk and a bit too playful with women over the years. It is a weird bond shared between us, keeping these secrets and us both knowing the love of the same woman. I don't believe his wife knows the full extent of the time he spends with my wife, and it never comes up in conversation. It is one of those unspoken truths that follows you through life. Kristina and his wife are also good friends.
This brings us to last month.
As summer was coming to an end, we decided, along with two other single friends of ours, to get a lake house for the weekend. The lake is a few hours from our hometown, and we all drove up separately. We arrived first and unpacked. I checked the hot tub and fired it up as I was looking forward to a nice soak that evening. They arrived shortly after, and we received a text from one of the single party members that they decided to stay home. The other was scheduled to arrive late that first night. As we all settled in, his wife said she was exhausted and decided to go upstairs and go to sleep. Not long after, I mixed up some drinks and suggested soaking them in the tub. We all got in our suits and got in the hot tub. We sat for a bit and, as always, had a good conversation, and we kicked back a few drinks. None of us had any intentions outside of the norm, but as I sat looking at my wife between us, those dirty memories of Andrew came flooding back into my mind.
I don't know why, but I removed my shorts and tossed them outside the hot tub. They both looked at me like I was ridiculous, but I mentioned how nice it felt and encouraged them to do the same. Andrew followed suit shortly after, and I noticed my wife blushing. I start ribbing my wife to join in and even comment that we have all seen it before. At first, I thought this was a misstep, as her face quickly turned bright red. I didn't know if she was angry or embarrassed, so I got right next to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek while I reassured her, whispering in her ear. To my surprise and glee, she removed her top. The top of her breast bounced just above the water line, and I noticed Andrew taking careful glances, trying not to be seen by either of us.
I decided I wanted to test my theory that my wife would pleasure any man's dick that happened to be out in the open within reach. I complained out loud that she was hogging a jet and pushed her closer to him, wedging her between us so we all sat shoulder to shoulder.
As we sat, I racked my brain, trying to formulate a plan to take things to the next level. I don't know exactly what I thought the next level would be at that point. I guess I was just horny and wanted to see if my wife would somehow shift back into the wild and sexually free person of our youths.
As I tried to think of a text to send to both or even one of them that tactfully hinted at progressing our nude soak to the next level, I caught Kristina glaring down at the water, trying to get a good look at his cock as he tilted his head back, stretching his neck. This little act gave me a bit of encouragement that the possibility, however slight, was present.
Not able to come up with any ideas, I figured alcohol was always a good solution and got up to make us some more drinks. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went into the house. As I made the drinks, my mind continued to wander through various hot scenarios. Still, I couldn't come up with how to initiate. I honestly felt a weird mix of desperation and desire. The fantasy escalated quickly, and my brain kept going back to a thought I would have never thought would cross my mind. I wanted to see my wife's former lover do to her what I had heard before and most likely tasted the aftermath of before. Of course, in my imagination, it was reminiscent of a porn-style threesome. We took turns using her holes, to her delight, high-fiving as we did. These feelings were utterly new to me. A kink was unlocked, and the gates had swung entirely open.
All that pondering and anxiousness was all for naught, given what I would learn as soon as I stepped back outside and caught a view of the hot tub. With the shaker in one hand and holding my towel with the other, trying to cover my mild erection, I turned the corner and caught a glimpse of what would soon come to pass.
Andrew and my wife were now pressed together. His arm was around her, and his hand clenched her left shoulder. They were looking at each other, heads tilted to the side, and I could tell he was saying something to her. Then I noticed her arm that was extended out across his chest. Her hand was under the water, but there was no question in my mind that she was stroking his cock. I stopped walking and blurted out, "Good to see you guys got more comfortable!" They hadn't noticed me, and this caught them both by surprise. Like two school children caught with hands in the candy jar, they both recoiled a bit and slid apart. My wife's hand darted from his crotch to across her chest. He stared at me as if trying to find the words to say, and my wife stared down at the water, bright red in the cheeks.
I walked the last few strides to the hot tub and let the towel drop as I refilled our glasses before plunging back into the warm water and sliding over close to her. I pressed my body against hers hard, and I could feel her heart racing. I reached over and handed Andrew his newly refilled plastic cup. The silence must have been madding for them in those few seconds. Little did they know I was ecstatic. I bumped my hips against hers, trying to get her to move back closer to him as I leaned across and commented to Andrew, "I always say she can't help herself around a dick. She seems to subconsciously just start playing with it." To my surprise, he chuckles, and while still flustered, the tension seems to leave my wife as she looks up scornfully at me. I give her a quick kiss and tell her she doesn't have to stop just because I am here. I can tell this caught her off guard, and I would love to know what thoughts were going through her brain when I offered this unexpected response to seeing her with my best friend's dick in her hand.
The rest of the time in the hot tub is a bit of a blur, and I don't really know how things progressed over the following few minutes. Kristina's hands were busy under the water, playing with both our cocks as she sat snugly between us. I kissed her, and Andrew kissed her. I fondled and sucked at her breast, and Andrew did the same. She alternated between the two of us with such ease and comfort that it felt like this was a completely normal, even an ordinary, experience. At one point, I remember sliding my hand down to her crotch with the intention of rubbing her clit when my hand met Andrew's, which was already there busy at work. I took her breast in my hand instead and teased her ear with my tongue, which is something I know drives her wild.
I felt her body start to tense and twitch and could tell she was cumming. As she did, I felt her hand slide up my cheek, and she tilted her head and gave me a deep kiss. I don't really know what came over me, but I grabbed her chin and guided her head away from me towards Andrew's. Offering no resistance, she complied, and the two were in a deep, passionate kiss as she squeezed my balls. I don't think a single word was spoken the entire time. My cock was harder than it had been in years, and even now, as I commit this story to the page is aching from the memory. I know my wife well, and I knew she had wholly submitted to our whims and would be eager to take a dick deep inside her. It was at this point, in writing this, that I believe I truly desired to see my wife taken passionately by her former lover.
I offered a simple "Should we go to the room?" and we all rose from the hot tub. I finally got a good look at Andrew' cock. The cock that made my wife whimper and moan so long ago. The one that left her gaped that night that I naively ate her pussy and tasted Andrew. His cock was rock hard, just as mine was. A thick black curly bush at the base gave way to a rather large cock. It appeared about an inch shorter than mine but was visibly thicker and heavy. Where mine is uncut and straight with an unpronounced head, his is cut and curved upward. The tip of his dick, however, was the complete opposite of mine. It was larger and intimating. A massive purple head that looked like a plum was affixed to his shaft. As we exited the hot tub, my wife took his hand and led him towards the door to our room, which was on the far side of the lake house. I didn't notice at the time that she not only didn't wait for me but also seemed to have forgotten I was there entirely as I followed behind them.
As we entered the room, my wife jumped into the large bed and quickly spun around onto her back, spreading her legs with her pussy on full display. Kristina has aged beautifully. Any weight she has put on has gone to her breasts and hips. Her breasts are no longer perky but rest perfectly on her chest when she lays on her back. Her large pink areolas contrast perfectly with her fair skin, which has remained surprisingly firm and silky. Her nipples always give away when she is horny as they protrude outward. She had kept her stomach flat with a sexy little pudge just above her mound, which was entirely bare. She would typically trim, but I had suggested she get waxed before the trip as we would be wearing swimsuits most of the time. Her exposed pussy was fully visible. She has a small innie vulva, and the other lips form a slit neatly concealing the treasures within. When she spreads her outer lips as she was doing at the time, two small pink inner lips from a heart shape with a small bean-sized clit resting just above. The fleshy center hides the small entrance.
Andrew stood over her, stroking his cock, admiring her nude body. The sight must have flooded his mind with memories of fucking her senseless when they were younger. I still didn't know what I had invited into my life so eagerly. As I stood just behind them in the doorway, I saw my wife look deep into his eyes. Her body squirmed as she said in a tone I had never heard in the 10+ years of our marriage. "Fuck me." Her voice was not soft and romantic but commanding with a hint of desperation. Filled with genuine desire.
I don't know what look I had on my face when I heard her say that to Andrew, but she glanced at me, and I saw the same look on her face that she had when I walked out on the two of them in the hot tub. She reached her hand out and motioned for me to come closer and rose up on her elbows. At this point, Andrew was fingering her pussy, resting his cock on her abdomen, which made it look much bigger than when we got out of the water. I slid onto the bed next to her and held her hand. "Kiss me," she said, and I did. I remember her asking me if I "was sure" and if it was "Okay," but I don't remember my response, just that I agreed. At this point, I also don't really remember how I felt about the whole thing. If I had to guess, I was still excited about the experience. I had built up grand visions of a masterful performance in my head, and I probably still believed I would perform at a level I hadn't achieved since my twenties.
She reached for my cock and took it in her hand, and started stroking. When Andrew entered her, she let out an audible moan. She maintained eye contact with me continuing to hold my dick tightly. I looked at Andrew, and he was fully locked in as if I was not even there, staring down at his cock as it slid in and out of my wife. His body looked so large, with my wife's legs curled around his hips. As he continued to thrust, pounding his body hard against my wife, I looked back at her. She was bobbing up and down with each thrust, and I could tell she was trying hard to maintain eye contact with me while biting her lip, trying to hush her pleasure. Her grip on my cock had loosened, and she was barely holding it at this point.
I positioned myself at the side of her head and held my cock down to her mouth. She happily took it in her mouth and began sucking it. I grabbed her breast and squeezed it firmly in place as her body continued to bob below. Her other breast bounced around on her chest. As Andrew's pace increased, I could tell she was having a difficult time continuing to suck my cock, and her gaze kept returning to him. I pulled away and started stroking my cook as I watched her tits bounce.
I have never been a minute man, but I definitely don't have the capability of going all night. I was full-on expecting to be "tagged in" at any moment, and in trying to stay ready and engaged, I felt the pressure of my orgasm quickly building. I let go of my cock, but it was too late, and I felt it twitch as my load sputtered out. The orgasm was quick but very intense. My wife must have noticed because she said, "Did you come already?" The disappointment in her voice burned a deep hole inside my chest. With nothing left to contribute, I attempted to kiss her. Still, it was almost impossible as she continued to ricochet with each thrust. I soon realized it was futile as her attention had entirely turned towards Andrew, and I withdrew to the head of the bed just above her.
Unencumbered by my advances, her pleasure was on full display as she moaned and whimpered even more vividly than my mind would conjure when I fantasized. Andrew slammed into her hard, causing an audible slap of her ass against his thighs. I couldn't believe she was able to take such force, let alone derive so much pleasure from it. She let out an enthusiastic "Oooh Fuck Yes, Fuck me Daddy." Kristina hadn't once in our entire relationship called me Daddy, yet at this moment, it sprung from her lips so naturally. My heart stopped for a bit as I started to realize what I had done. My inadequacies were on full display before me, assaulting all my senses. I leaned over to see how Andrew was fucking my wife to bring forth these sounds and words I had never heard before when we made love. I see his cock spreading her pussy open. As it slid out, it filled the void between her legs. Her lips clenched the fat purple head as it exited slowly and plunged back in. His pace was fast, but his movement was smooth and forceful. As he continued, her whimpers turned to moans, and the moans turned to animalistic grunts through her clenched teeth. Her body thrashed around on the bed in ecstasy, and I felt compelled to move off the bed and give her space.
When I moved, they instinctively moved up the bed. Andrew effortlessly picked her up with his dick still deep inside my wife and dropped her down before positioning his body over her. His body engulfed her as he pressed his flesh against Kristina's. Her legs went from spread wide open to either side of him to clad tightly around his waist, holding him tightly against her as he plugged his cock down into her. Their bodies remained tightly coiled together as they rebound off the mattress from the raw power Andrew was asserting. He began sucking on her neck, which is a move I know she finds particularly stimulating. Even after all these years, he knows her body and how to please it perfectly. Far better than I have or ever would. As she embraced his tongue on her neck just as she had his cock, her arms wrapped around him, pulling him even tighter against her chest. A loud moan escaped her lips between heavy breaths, quickly followed by, "Oh Yes, I'm yours, Daddy." Her voice cracked and quivered, and it dawned on me that he was marking her like property he had reclaimed for himself. Taken right in front of my eyes without so much as a single objection from me. I had suggested this, encouraged this, hell, I practically reached out and guided his fat cock into my wife with my own hand.
I had now resigned myself to the suede armchair that sat catty-corner to the foot of the bed. My perspective had changed from the artistic side shot of two bodies intertwined to the raw scene of his massive hairy balls swinging between his legs, slapping my wife's ass as he continued to pound his sweaty flesh against her. The pale skin of her underside was now bright pink and glistening from the natural lubrication leaking from her.
I sat as a spectator in my chair like someone who had bought a ticket to a Broadway show, careful not to disturb the performance, watching my wife pleasured beyond any level I could ever offer; I was filled with feelings I still couldn't convey properly. A mélange of dejection, arousal, jealousy, and more bubbled in my stomach, causing distress that I unwittingly negated by squeezing my balls to the point of sharp pain in my abdomen. "Oh yes, fuck me harder, fuck me harder." the word could barely escape her mouth between the panting and labored breathes. Bewitched, I could not look away as minutes felt like hours.
Her head lurched back, pressing firmly into the mattress, and she grasped the sheets tightly. Her legs shuffled to better interconnect around his waist, ensuring she was as tightly fettered to him as possible. "Yes, Yes, Yes," she persisted as his thrusts slowed and elongated, plunging his cock deep inside her. Kristina's voice reverberated through the room. It was a murmur comprised of a mix of ecstasy and pain. Kristina was in the midst of an orgasm. I had never seen her in this state in all the years we had been together across all the intimate moments we had shared. I had made her cum by teasing her clitoris many times over, but this was different. Her reaction was uninhibited, raw, and carnal. The realization that she could enter such a state and I had been depriving it from her caused the pain in my stomach to intensify.
As Kristina's moans diminished, Andrew gave her one last aggressive thrust of his cock. He held it deep inside her as her convulsions subsided. Her legs went limb uncurling from his waist and dropping to either side of him. I shifted from the discomfort in my chair, and my hands unclenched from the armrests I had unknowingly been grasping. I assumed he had finished ravishing my wife, and my attention turned to my cock. As I looked down at it, standing firm and looking back at me, I remember thinking to myself that it was now my turn. Like a campfire the morning after, there could still be a tiny ember of the rapture my wife experienced, still burning, I could reignite, allowing me to partake in the feeling of bringing her back to the edge and over the cliff of a genuine orgasm.
Andrew pulled his still-erect cock out of Kristina. Her slender opening was replaced with a void and continued to pulse from Andrew's ruination. The cavity his cock had filled was clearly visible. There was a large wet spot on the blue sheets that formed a dark circle below her backside. As he raised himself up off Kristina, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his chest, tasting his sweat. Her eyes met his, and I couldn't believe the words that passed through her lips, "Fuck my ass, Daddy."
My wife had never let me so much as tease her asshole. It was always a succinct, hard no. Adamant that she had tried it once, and it was far too painful. Now, she was offering it up freely to another man in front of me like it was his prize for besting me sexually. My heart sank, and my stomach twisted as I accepted I could no longer take it. I was convinced now that I had made a genuinely unrecoverable mistake.
My mouth fumbled, trying to remember how to form words as Kristina rolled out from under him in my direction. She faced me on all fours over the darkened wet spot on the bed. She looked more beautiful than ever at the moment. Her hair now a messy tangle from her thrashing around on the bed. The tiny beads of sweat on her brow. The angelic glow radiating from her face. The look of satisfaction deep in her eyes. Her breast hung below her and raised and lowered with each breath she took. Andrew positioned himself behind her, and she remained still. Her eyes were locked onto mine. Her face was expressionless except for where she was biting the side of her lower lip.
Her face somehow brought an unimaginable calm to my mind. I now felt completely at ease and fell back into the chair. I reached down and slowly started stroking my cock, careful not to let my eyes drift away from hers. She bit down harder on her lip as I did so.
As he entered her ass, I could see the discomfort in her face. She shuttered briefly but continued to endeavor to remain completely still, staring intently at me, trying painstakingly to show no reaction. He continued enjoying her asshole, a pleasure I had never known, as she continued to stare at me for what seemed like an eternity. As his body slammed into her, as he slapped her ass, as he grunted and thrust, she endured and didn't break her steadfast gaze, not even for a moment.
At first, I did not understand; they had been going for well over 20 minutes, and she had seemingly forgotten that I was in the room or, worse, was utterly content ignoring me. Why now was she showing me attention? Then I realized in some weird way this part was for my pleasure. I still don't know how or why exactly, and I will never know what was going through her mind at that point. I realized then that I truly enjoyed being a cuck and embraced the pleasure the situation was giving me.
She must have felt him start to cum because she told him in a stern monotone voice, "Cum in my pussy". She seemed to emphasize the movement of her mouth as she formed the words solely for my benefit. He slid his cock down and thrust it into her pussy. She pushed her hips back into him and grinded hard against his abdomen. He held her ass firm against him as he threw his head back and emptied his balls deep into my wife. As his shoulders relaxed, Kristina slid forward off his cock and dropped down on her elbows, resting her upper body on the bed.
With my hand still wrapped around my cock I felt Andrew's gaze. I couldn't imagine the sight of me sitting there holding my cock he saw at that moment. We both seemed to be at a loss for words as we stayed frozen like two fawns, realizing they had strayed too far from their mother. Kristina soon broke the tension. "You should go get cleaned up, Andrew, before your wife wakes up." He took one last look down at her backside and sprung up. As he passed her, she motioned for him to give her a kiss on the cheek, and he complied before leaving the room, careful to not make eye contact with me.
I had no idea what to say to my wife after he left, but what happened next reaffirmed my love for my wife and likely changed my sexuality for the rest of my life.
"Are you ready for your fun now?" Her question was paired with a finger curling to motion me over to her.
She told me to lay on the bed and close my eyes. I was shocked and excited, so I happily obliged. As I lay there, I felt her position herself over me. "Okay, open your eyes." When I did, her thighs were on either side of my head, and her body extended up toward the ceiling. I looked between her legs and noticed she was holding her pussy. I was completely oblivious as she asked in a soft and tender voice, "Do you want to taste it." In the heat of the moment, not fully realizing what I was committing to, I said yes. I could feel the heat coming off her, and I could smell both of them. As she moved her hand, I caught a quick glance at the creampie oozing out of her before she lowered her pussy to my mouth. At first, I only tasted her familiar taste, but as my tongue entered her open hole, the texture of his cum filled my mouth. It was thick and sticky and tasted bitter and salty. At first, it was off-putting, but I acclimated to it quickly as I ate her pussy. Eventually, my mouth was full of saliva and her juices and I could feel his cum clinging to the back of my throat. I was enjoying eating her used pussy and could have continued indefinitely.
She lifted herself up and looked down at me. "I thought you might enjoy that. You were such a good boy sharing me like that." I was in a complete stupor at this point and was left speechless. Honestly, I still haven't fully processed the experience. My wife slid down my body running her tongue down me ending by kissing the tip of my dick. I felt her lower herself onto my cock and start riding me reverse cowgirl, but it felt different than before. Then I realized my dick was in her ass for the first time. I watched as she bounced up and down enthusiastically. She was really going at it and started telling me how he was slightly wider, but I was longer and how I could reach deeper. As she continued, she started whimpering as she had before continually saying, "Fuck mommy's ass" and "Cum in my ass." I lasted about 15 minutes before finally exploding in her ass. She slid off my dick slowly and winked her asshole so I could see the cum dripping out.
We lay together for a while after that before taking a shower and eventually joining the rest of our party. It was quite the experience and one that I am still processing, but I can say it was the best sexual experience of my life.
There is more to the story, and I hope to post a follow-up soon. I also look forward to answering any questions in the comments, as it feels great to finally tell this story to someone.
TLDR: I was unexpectedly cucked by my best friend/wife's former lover when hoping for a threesome, and it had a surprising and happy ending.
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