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My wife and I have been in the cuckold lifestyle for about 3 years now. Read the other stories on my profile to see how we started. In that time she’s had more partners than we can keep track of.
I’ve always enjoyed having my ass played with, I’ve ridden dildos, I’ve taken a strapon, I’ve hooked up with men. She’s never enjoyed playing with my hole and when we got married I pretty much gave up on ever being penetrated again. That is until she started hooking up with Aldon.
She met Aldon at a bar during a girl’s night. He had just graduated from the local uni where he played football and basketball. He was athletic and his physique proved it. She met him on a Friday night and I didn’t see her again until Sunday afternoon. She described their weekend as a whirlwind of dick and orgasms. I couldn’t reclaim her for a week because she was so sore.
He was one of the only guys she fucked regularly. Normally she’d get bored after the second time, but she started seeing him 1 – 2 times a week. It wasn’t uncommon for her to sneak out after we’d gone to bed, come home late from work, or for me to be greeted by the sounds of their moans when I got home from work. He became a pretty regular addition around our house, even sleeping over on occasion. I of course would take the couch on such nights. I would even tease my wife with “is your boyfriend coming over tonight?” She hated labels, but I could tell there was something different about this guy.
I saw it too. I can’t deny that after a while I started watching him as much as I was watching my wife while they fucked. I loved watching his triangular back glisten with sweat during their marathon sessions. I would even wipe sweat off his face so it didn’t drip into my wife’s eyes. I loved watching his ass rise and fall as he plowed into her. I could almost bust to the way his muscles tensed when he came deep inside her. I started getting jealous of her.
The switch flipped for me completely one night when he asked me to guide his dick into her. I reached out, grabbed it and gasped at the heat and weight of it. It felt like it would sear into my palm, leaving a life long scar of a veiny soda can. I didn’t even guide him in, I just held it for what seemed like forever until my wife snapped me out of my daze, “Babe, what are you doing? I’m dying here, put him in.” I guided him into her warm tunnel and watched with awe as her swollen lips gripped his meaty shaft. At that moment I was determined to have as much contact with that dick as I could.
I took every opportunity to guide him in. I would lay under them while he hit it from the back and lick as much of his shaft as I could. I knew I had him when I sucked on his balls and he didn’t protest. He started looking at me differently as well. At times he would watch me as I was stroking, while my wife kneeled between his legs and pleasured him. He would grab the back of her head to force her down on his cock but he wouldn’t break eye contact with me. Sometimes while I was bent over eating his cum from her he would spank my ass and say “yeah get that shit boy! Damn this dude loves my cum.” My wife would tease me that I was one step away from letting him bust in my mouth. She wasn’t wrong.
I would take one weekday off from work every month to catch up on house stuff and take some me time. One of those off days, in the early afternoon I heard a knock at the door while I was folding laundry. To my surprise it was Aldon.
M “What’s up bro? You’re early today. You know, my wife won’t be home until after 6.”
A “Yeah I know. She lets me just kick it here sometimes until she gets home. I was going to use the key you guys hide out here but I saw your car so figured I’d knock, outta respect y’know?”
M “ha, thanks for that. Well I’m just chillin, you wanna come in?”
A “Let do it”
Aldon sat on the couch and watched TV while I got my laundry sorted. I made him a sandwich and got him a beer then sat down across from him to fold.
A”damn dude you mad domesticated and shit. You feed me, you doing laundry, who’s the bitch and who’s the man in this house?”
M “idk about bitch, I just do my fair share of stuff around the house. And what am I going to do? Let a guest go hungry?”
A “bruh, I seen the way you look at me. You kind of a bitch.”
M “the fuck? How do I look at you?”
A “like you want this dick” he grabbed at his massive cock through his gym shorts to emphasize dick.
M “settle down big guy. You do have an impressive dick, not gonna lie. But I’m not like gay over it or anything, relax.”
A “yeah we’ll see. Bet.”
I kept folding laundry. I got to one of my wife’s thongs and stared at it in my hands. Trying to figure out how the hell to fold it.
A “damn bro. I remember that thong. I remember pulling it to the side and ramming your wife in the back of my car.”
M “the first night she met you. Yeah she told me about that.”
A “your girl can fuck bro. She don let up. Idk how many loads I busted in and on her that weekend.”
M “I know. She said neither one of you could walk Sunday morning.” Damn it I was starting to get hard. Hopefully he doesn’t notice. He reaches across the table and takes the thong from me.
A “this thong bro. I saw the outline of it through her dress and knew this girl was gon be a baddy. Fuck i’m bricking up just thinking about that night.” He fingered the lace with his thick fingers until he looked up at me, staring at me the same way he would stare at me from bed. “Matter of fact, your phat ass would probably look good in this thong too.” He tossed the fabric back at me, “put it on, let me see if you got cakes like yo girl.”
M “get the fuck outta here. I’m not putting on her thong.”
A “come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen your bare ass before.” He started rubbing his dick head through his shorts. “Put it on,” he repeated.
I watched his hand move back and forth over the length of his dick. I couldn’t look away. I knew I lost when I instinctively licked my lips, his serious face curled up into a smile, “yeah baby, put that shit on.” I stripped off my pants and underwear and put on her thong. “Damn bruh you do got cake! Spin around lemme see. Fuck. Make it jiggle. Walk to the kitchen and back and make that shit bounce.” I walked out to the kitchen, trying to sway and hop as much as I could, I don’t know how women walk, but I was trying to emulate what I’ve seen my wife do. On my walk back I saw his cock was out and he was now stroking it on my couch. He was jerking the whole length, from his pink engorged head to his swinging balls. Fuck I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stopped halfway to the couch and dropped to my knees. I crawled the rest of the way to him. I knelt between his legs and looked up into his face. He smacked his dick on my forehead.
A “you want this?”
M “yes.”
A “tell me.”
M “…I want your dick.”
He pointed it to my mouth and I greedily sucked on his head, drinking in all his precum. I could only fit about half of it in my mouth, I was out of practice, but I made up for it by licking under the head until he squirmed. “Goddamn bitch you’re a natural.” I licked down his shaft and sucked on his balls. I love how he shivers when I suck on his balls. I bobbed up and down on him coating his cock with my spit. I did everything I’ve seen my wife do to him. He smacked my ass repeatedly. He would grab handfuls and pull me into his dick.
A “you got any lube. I gotta get a piece of this ass.”
M “what?”
A “im gonna fuck you. You got any lube or you gonna lube it with your mouth?” I ran to our bedroom and got the lube.
He was still sitting on the couch, a wet spot in front of his crotch from my sloppy toppy. I lathered his cock with lube and inserted two fingers into my twitching hole. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it. I climbed up on the couch and pointed his dick towards my puckering hole. I moaned as soon as the head touched it. I braced myself and started pushing down. The head popped in and I saw stars. The burn was unbearable. I tried to get up but he grabbed my hips. “Naw naw, just chill. Get used to it. I’ll open you up slow.” He pinched one of my nipples, I moaned and arched my back while he pushed me down further. Soon I was at the base of his dick, his pubes tickling my balls. I rose up slightly and settled back down. Every time I moved, every time I breathed a new wave of pleasure shook me. I shifted my legs so I could squat on his dick and the semen demon took over me. I would raise up and slam myself back onto his dick. We developed a rhythm, me impaling myself on him, him thrusting up to get every inch in me. We were so lost we didn’t even hear the door open.
Wife “what the fuck is this?!”
A “sorry baby. I got horny.”
M “oh fuck. Honey, I thought you were working late,” i was still sat fully on his cock.
W “so while the cat’s away the mice fuck each other huh? And you’re taking the whole thing. I can’t believe my husband is such a slut. How’s it feel babe?”
M “fucking incredible.”
W “well don’t let me stop you. As you were gentlemen.”
She sat across from us and undid her pants, sliding her hand down her panties. Aldon smacked my ass two times, “you heard her, get back to it.” I grinded myself on his cock, feeling his shaft graze my prostate.
M “fuck I’m gonna cum.”
A “naw not yet.”
He picked me up off his dick and bent me over on the couch. He lined up behind me and slowly dipped his beast into my tunnel. Fuck he felt good. I heard my wife shuffle off the couch and looked back to see her kneeling behind him, either sucking on his balls or eating his ass. He gave me short deep strokes which pushed me further into the couch. I felt my wife’s hand stroke my dick just as he pulled out to the head and slammed back in. I yelped with every long stroke. I pushed my ass into him, I wanted all of him inside me. My wife stroked me faster and faster until I couldn’t hold off and came all over the couch. I squeezed hard on his dick and set off his own orgasm, he grunted loud as he sprayed deep inside me.
He stayed hard inside me while I tried to squeeze every drop of cum from him. He finally pulled his softening cock out followed by a trail of cum.
W “holy fuck you wrecked him.”
A “your husband can take dick just like you girl.”
W “oh yeah? We’ll see about that. Come on, let me clean you off and show you how to really throw it back.”
They walked off to our bedroom and left me on the couch, a cummy, well fucked mess, still wearing my wife’s thong.
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