Our [50m/49f] Cuckolding Relationship Has Leveled Up: A Cucks Perspective

My wife and I have been practicing non-monogamy for over three years.  When we became a couple, she didn’t have much sexual experience and wanted to experiment.  Her first playdate made us realize that, as a couple, we were and would always be ethically slutty.  However, for the last few months, our play has been moving toward a more intense cuckold vibe than ever before.

Last night we went to a play party we have frequented.  The difference was that she caged me before we went.  I had never attended a party while caged.  As we drove to the party, I realized a few things: first, she had already lined up a bull to fuck her.  Second, my emotions had shifted from feeling “I don’t want to, but, if I did want to I could.” to “Even if I wanted to, I can’t.”  This subtle shift had a profound impact; I had never felt more submissive, more controlled, or more cucked. 

The bull she had arranged flaked, yet only ten minutes passed before she was in the corner making out with a new man.  She took him by the hand.  I followed as she led him to a bed, kneeled down, and took his hardening cock into her mouth.  The music was loud, the lights were dim, but, from the way he rolled his eyes back and lifted his head toward the heavens, I could tell she was giving him what I knew was (and will be) the best blowjob he’d ever receive.  I sat in a chair across the room.  Party attendies stopped by to watch adding an exebitionist element to the most intentional cucking I had ever received.  I stiffened in my cage.  

The blowjob led to fucking. I watched him bring my once innocent wife to orgasm.  I watched him make her squirt.  I have only made her squirt once.  She needs real men to squirt frequently.  

Fucking led to love making.  I sensed the affection they had discovered for each other.  They were spent.  He held her as she kissed him, whispered in his ear, and slowly shifted her hips as gently pumped, feeling every inch of her welcoming body.

I stepped away; this was for them.  The restriction of my cage was for me.

An hour had passed since they played.  
    She had a drink.  
        She had another.

“I need another dick!”

She had never been quite so forceful, so intentional.

“I told the guy in the red shirt I’d fuck him.” She said.  “But I don’t know where he is right now.”

We fluttered around the party space and ended up in a secluded corner.  She sipped on her drink as I knelt before her.  She spread her legs.  My growing cock strained against its cage.  I kissed her.  I could still taste his cock on her lips.  I burried my face in her cunt.  I could smell his scent on her.  The cage ruthlessly pushed back and controlled my cock.  With each thud of my heart I was reminded that I was hers and she was not here for me.

As I slid my tounge against her clit a small crowd began to form.  The red shirt emerged from the crowd and I handed him a condom.  He smiled.  I stepped away.

    A line formed.

For the next 90 minutes I watched as 4 men, one by one, took their turn with her.

Blowjob.  Doggie.  Missionary.  Cum.

    Blowjob.  Doggie.  Missionary.  Cum.

        Blowjob.  Doggie.  Missionary.  Cum.

            Blowjob.  Cum.  Swallow.

I stood among the crowd.  I heard the complements and praise.  I saw the smiles and erections.  This was my wife giving this group pure joy.  The group gave back raw satisfaction.

I had watched her spread her legs.  I had seen them slide into her.  They used her.  She used them.  As she sat up and asked for water, I looked into her eyes.  I could not have been more proud nor more in love.