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This story is based on reality-ish things that my Wife and I have experienced in our 25 years together. My first story post, enjoy!
In the quiet suburbs of a bustling city, Linda and I had built a life together over the past 25 years. Our marriage was stable, happy, filled with love and mutual respect, but our sex life had become as predictable as our morning routines. I wanted something more, something taboo, something new.
My wife, my goddess, my everything. She’s a stunning 60-year-old with a body that won’t quit – 36C breasts that still stand proud, a waist that’s held onto its 28-inch measurement, and hips that curve to a delicious 38 inches. Her brown hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that’s as beautiful as it is wicked. Those come-hither eyes and that confident, sultry walk… she’s a fucking dream come true. I’m just the lucky cucky who gets to watch her work her magic on better men.
I had a very not-so-secret fantasy, one I have shared many times with Linda: the desire to see her routinely PREFER to be pleasured by other men or women and loving it, to watch her pleasure journey, to watch her seduce and be seduced, and know that she really enjoys the sexual thrill it gives her. It also lets me serve her in a new way that pushed the boundaries of our informal (mostly self-imposed) female led marriage. I have long been a fan of cuckolding stories, humiliation, and porn, fueling my imagination with scenarios where I was humiliated and used while Linda reveled in her sexuality and relationship power. If she truly comes to prefer “better men”, well, I think I’ll just about lose my mind.
We heard from another couple that our favorite local swingers club, Couples Choice, had been converted into a new joint. The Bull Pen, a mingle joint for Bulls and Wives. Holy shit, it’s a club that caters to my exact desires! A hotwife and bulls club! Whoa. A clear opportunity for us to experience the parts of life I crave (depravity!). She proposed we give it a try, my heart pounding with anticipation and fear. We were semi-regulars at that club over the years but tonight we would step into a world that would change our marriage forever.
Linda, my God, she’s a vision. I watched her get ready tonight, and I can’t help but feel my dick twitch in my pants. She’s wearing this little black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin – 36C tits pushing against the fabric, a 28-inch waist cinched tight, and her hips… fuck, those 38-inch mother’s hips sway with every step. Her brown hair is down, cascading over her shoulders, and her makeup is done just right, making her eyes look even more fuck-me-now. She’s clearly going out to find a real man tonight, someone who can appreciate her body the way it deserves to be appreciated. I’m just here to watch and learn, to clean up the mess she leaves behind. I can’t wait to see her face when she’s finally fucked the way she needs to be!
The club was abuzz with new energy and a new vibe. There were even new rules. A very polished professional sign read quite clearly:
Welcome to The Bullpen
House Rules:
1 Wristbands Mandatory: Gold for Bulls, Black for Hot wives, Green for free access Cuckolds, Pink for protected Cuckolds. No wristband, no entry.
2 Bulls & Hot wives: Dress to fuck. Sexy, desirable attire only. No sloppy dressers allowed.
3 Hot wives: Must be open to being approached and fucked by bulls. No refusing play without a valid, safe reason.
4 Bulls: Respect all hot wives and their boundaries. Safe, consensual play only. No means no.
5 Public Displays of Affection (PDA):* Encouraged. Watching hot wives make out with and suck bulls’ cocks is part of the fun.
6 Creampies & Cum Sharing: Welcome and encouraged. Cuckolds must clean their hot wives’ bodies, pussies and assholes post-play.
7 Alcohol & Drug Use: Permitted. No hard drugs allowed. We want you to remember every delicious detail.
8 Safety: Condoms are available in every room in the club, yes including the dancefloor, backyard patio, and bathrooms. No sharing of fluids without consent.
9 Cuckolds: Naked or feminine attire only. Leave your masculinity at the door.
10 Cuckolds: Must remain silent unless spoken to. May not approach bulls or hot wives without explicit permission. Cuckolds who disobey will be punished publicly.
11 Cuckold Cleanup Duty: Cuckolds must clean all surfaces and used sex toys after play sessions. Failure to do so will result in additional humiliation.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I read every line and I felt a bit woozy as Linda, a huge fucking smile on her beautiful face, put a pink wristband on me. A large very handsome and very confident large man (did I mention he was large?) offered to put a black wrist band on Linda. which She gladly permitted with a blush on her cheek and a few bats of her eyes for him as he kissed her hand. “Thank you good sir”, she said with a smile. Linda took a green wrist band from him and put it around my wrist. I was going to be a free use cuckold? On our first time?! Oh shit.
The man made eye contact with me. I was actually startled but tried to hide it. He then looked at Linda and smiled and reached his muscular harm towards the sign and tapped rule #9 and then pointed to a few lockers along the wall behind us.
My mind was initially just blank. Like, I just didn’t comprehend what was happening. Then my mind started racing. Fuck. What!? Fuck. I looked at Linda with an obvious bit of desperation, looking for her to make things right. She started giggling and said “I’m not wearing any panties baby and you’ll never fit in this dress” and then looked straight at the lockers and then back to me.
OMG. (Author note: My heart is pounding remembering this as I write. Almost right back there!)
I couldn’t think straight but blindly turned and slowly walked toward the lockers, slowly. I was in shock. I opened closed locker, it’s metal cold and not reassuring. It was empty. I took off my shirt, shoes, pants, socks and looked at linda like what a very sad puppy probably looks like when it’s owner is leaving for the day and she just said “rule number 9 honey, let’s go.” I took off my underwear and put all my clothes in the locker, closed and locked it, and took the little key on that springy little wrist band (which was fucking pink) and returned to her side.
Mortified. I’m naked in the entry way of what was our regular club and now a business clearly formed to humiliate cuckolds, like me. I know that every single person is about to see how gorgeous Linda is and how absolutely pathetic i look with my barely 5″ and very thin penis completely devoid of blood and pulled up to my skin like an infant. I wanted to hide. Big time. I couldn’t see straight!
As we walked into the club, hand in sweaty hand, I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension… Ok fine, I thought I might puke any second. I was sweating a little, my skin was cold and clammy, I was so scared I seriously doubted my already small penis would never come out of it’s turtle shell. Little did we know, our first night would be just the beginning of a journey that would reignite our passions and redefine our marriage.
Linda’s eyes widened as she took in the changed club. Bullish men, confident and dominant, stood out in their black wristbands were saying beautiful things to other women, all with Black wrist bands dressed to impress. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a sensation she hadn’t experienced in years. I, by her side, felt small and terrified of my green wristband, but I couldn’t ignore the thrill of it all. Not that I was hot for it, but because I was now very afraid of that thrill!
In my haze, I saw them too but I also saw a lot of naked men or men dressed in various women’s clothes (some just panties, some fully dressed). They were sitting alone in the Cuck Pen (a corner of the room designated as the cuck pen for this cuckolds given pink wristbands, it’s right next to the bathroom. Or, they were actively involved in serving someone in the club, because they were wearing a green wrist band.
Serving you say?
In the dim, pulsating light of the club, submissive males – cuckolds and eager servants – flit about, tending to the needs of hot wives and bulls. Some are naked, their soft cocks and shaved bodies on display, while others wear lingerie and stockings, about half had their manhoods tucked away in chastity devices.
A cuckold, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal, kneels before a hotwife, his tongue diligently cleaning her heels as she chats with a potential bull. Another, wearing a maid’s uniform, refills drinks and clears empty glasses, his eyes darting nervously as he avoids making eye contact with the dominant players.
In a secluded corner, a bull, his massive cock glistening with a hotwife’s arousal, commands a cuckold to suck him clean. The submissive male obeys, his eyes watering as he struggles to take the length and thickness into his mouth. Once the bull is satisfied, he turns to the hotwife, his tongue eager to clean her pussy and ass, lapping up the creampie left behind.
A very nervous looking cuckold follows dutifully behind his wife as she is led by two obviously better men into one of the play rooms.
As the night progresses, the cucks continue their service, their own desires pushed aside as they focus on pleasing the dominant partners. They watch, they clean, they cater to every need and desire, even the humiliating ones, their own bodies aching with unspent lust. It’s a night of humiliation, degradation, and intense arousal, a never-ending cycle of service and submission for them. For me.
Linda observed couples around us, watching as men took control, their big masculine hands wandering over wives’ bodies with bold familiarity. She felt a strange mix of jealousy and desire, her heart pounding and her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she imagined those hands on her. I, meanwhile, felt a growing sense of detachment as he watched other men claim his wife’s attention. That show Naked and afraid now has an entirely new level of appreciation for me.
A tall, muscular man with a gold wristband approached Linda, his gaze locked onto hers. My stomach churned with jealousy and fear and I stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move. The man leaned in, whispering something in Linda’s ear that made her close her eyes, smile, and blush. She nodded, and I watched, helpless, as the man led her away.
I felt like I couldn’t move. Like it was now my job to occupy that space until Linda returned. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it…in the club…over the music and the moaning. I watched as the man pushed Linda against a wall, his hands roaming her body, his mouth devouring hers. I watched, unseen (or ignored?), as the man slid a hand under Linda’s skirt, her moans clearly audible to me, even across the room. She was losing her abandon. My breath hitched as I realized this was the first time in years I have heard my beautiful somewhat sexually vanilla wife make such noises. A smile formed on my face and my fear started to melt away a little bit. I was watching her smile because of another man. That’s what this night was all about. I felt some warmth start to return to my body. But just enough to notice for me, that I’m completely naked. My hands naturally block sight of my otherwise very hard to see penis.
The man’s fingers moved with expert precision, and Linda’s moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared orgasm. Linda’s hand went to his cock, rubbing it through his pants. Damn, I could see his dick print from here! She came with a cry, her body shaking as the man held her upright, her legs lewdly spread open in a standing position, her pussy on display. It was like watching a musician play an instrument.
He held her and then he looked right at me. I snapped to attention. He motioned for me to go to them.
I rushed forward, it’s like my mind was working my body for me…without me thinking. He said that I need to clean her with my mouth, rule #11. I looked at Linda and in her very satisfied eyes I saw her agreement and she spread her pussy lips open for me. I knelt before Linda, my face inches from her pussy. I could smell their hot, musky, wet sex. I leaned in, tentatively licking Linda’s juices. Linda moaned and the man grabbed a fist of my hair and pulled my mouth off of her wet vagina and down onto his cock, wet with his and her cum. I took him into my mouth and tasted her familiar juices along with his new ones. I felt a surge of pride and humiliation as I cleaned my wife’s bull.
Back at home, I cleaned Linda up, our minds racing with the night’s events. I listened as Linda recounted her experiences, her voice filled with wonder and excitement. She admitted to feeling more sexually alive than she had in years, and I found myself basking in her happiness, even as my own desires warred within me.
The following days were filled with conversations that challenged and deepened our understanding of each other. Linda shared her newfound sexual energy and curiosity, while I opened up about my cuckolding fantasies and the humiliation I had experienced, finding it surprisingly arousing.
“Does it really turn you on to see me with other men?” Linda asked, her eyes searching We sat on our bed, the weight of our new reality hanging in the air.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, it does. I can’t explain it, but seeing you like that, hearing you enjoy yourself… it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.”
Linda bit her lip, her mind racing. “And the humiliation? The way you knelt for that man, cleaning him off me and me off him?”
Linda’s cheeks flushed, but she held her gaze. “That was… intense. I never thought I’d enjoy that, but I did. I can’t deny it.”
Linda reached out, her hand cupping mine. “I want to explore this, I, I want to give you what you need, and I want to experience more of what I felt that night.”
Linda’s heart swelled with love and desire. “I want that too, Linda. More than anything.”
We hugged and kissed, our bodies pressing together. I felt Linda’s urgency, her need for more. I knew that our newfound understanding would change our marriage, but also knew that we were strong enough to navigate these uncharted waters together.
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