This is the third time I am now being cuckolded but now he is coming to our house to claim my wife in our marital bed.
Some background on us. I'm your typical 45-year-old white guy. 6 feet tall, 195lbs. Nothing remarkable about me. My wife is slightly younger, 40, and is an amazing looking woman, especially after 4 kids. She's 5'7 and was a stick figure when we get married. She was 118 lbs but now after four kids is 135 lbs. Her breasts were small when we started dating, originally a 32 A, but they are a beautiful 34C. She has curves in all the right spaces and let me tell you something those curves drive me wild. I always thought skinny is what I liked but I was so wrong. Curves in the right places are where it's at. Anyways on to the cuckolding.
Both Jenn and I were excited for this day to finally come. It was on May 20th, our wedding anniversary. We had both been looking forward to it. She enjoyed the fucking she got from him and well I would enjoy the ultimate cuckolding experience. Watching my wife being taken in our bed. That morning, she got showered and I waited in the bathroom, wearing my hot pink Versaley thong and holding the towel I was going to dry her off with. She was spending extra time making sure she had shaved everywhere. She hollered to me to turn on the fan in the bathroom because she was taking such a long hot shower. Finally, I heard the water turn off and handed her the towel through the shower curtain. After a couple of minutes, she stepped out wrapped in the towel. I could tell from her look that she was just as excited as I was for this. She stepped out onto the bathroom rug where I used my dick in the thong to dry off her pussy. She then stepped to be in front of the vanity mirror and I stood behind her. I had been holding her white VS bra she was going to wear. I grabbed the towel and massaged her breasts to dry them off and then peeled it down. She lifted her arms up and out to help make it easier for me to put her bra on. I made sure I tucked her breasts into the bra properly and then hooked it. I then untucked her towel that was still wrapped around her waist and it dropped to the floor. I then reached out and grabbed the thong she had worn 20 years ago on the day we got married and slide it up her legs and made sure it fit like a glove. We then moved into our bedroom to continue to get dressed, or so I thought.
I thought I heard a car pull into our driveway but wasn't sure. I then heard the distinct sound of our door downstairs opened and I could hear footsteps coming up the stairwell. Jenn and I both started to walk to the door in the mud room when it opened and their stood Bill. He was making himself at home already.