This is a story about a man who encourages his wife to have sex with other men. If that isn't your thing, continuing on would generally be a bad idea. Save yourself some discomfort and plan accordingly.
As I sat in front of my computer in the den, I could hear my wife Alicia shuffling about in our bedroom getting ready for her date. She'd been at it for hours, and how nervous she was, I knew she'd never really feel ready. I tried helping her at first, I have become quite good at doing nails and a man's opinion is always good when picking out clothing and undergarments, but she chased me out saying my doting was ruining her concentration.
After a six month absence, Jeff would be coming by to pick her up within the hour. They had been dating almost exclusively for a while before he got a new job and moved away. I for one welcomed his career change. While she started taking lovers with my encouragement, they had always been one night stands or little flings. Jeff had been almost like a boyfriend - her online dating profile went inactive, her second phone went unanswered. It made me nervous, at times sick to my stomach, but deep down I got a strange erotic thrill thinking he might be stealing my wife from under my nose.
When he moved away, Alicia was crestfallen and I encouraged her to meet other men to get over her heartbreak, which she eventually did. Then a few weeks ago Jeff called and said he was coming back to town for a weekend to attend a wedding and wanted my wife to be his date. She quickly accepted. They'd leave together tomorrow, tonight was just them getting reacquainted. She worried that in the time since their last time together she changed so much he would no longer find her attractive. I knew that would be impossible, my wife truly got sexier with time.
She is a pure ginger beauty - her hair is a thick mane of auburn to strawberry blonde curls, her skin pale, almost alabaster with a sprinkle of brown freckles around her nose and on her chest, her eyes a piercing emerald green. When she flashes her pearly smile and locks her gaze on you it feels as if you are melting. She didn't always turn heads the way she does now, she was a bit of what you'd say is a late-bloomer. Throughout high school and college she remained the same scrawny nerd that left junior high. I of course found her beautiful and didn't necessarily fall in love at first sight, but it didn't take very long when we started dating.
As she entered her 30s, however, she noticed her pants and tops getting smaller and tighter. Luckily for her, most of the weight went to her thighs and behind, but she refused to go from scrawny to plump without the stages in between, so she started hitting the gym almost fanatically. With her regular workouts, she transformed her slender form into a more voluptuous yet athletic physique. For the first time in her life she started catching men's attention. In fact, it was at the gym where she first met Jeff.
It wouldn't be fair to mention her physical beauty without a mention of her sparkling personality and sharp intellect. She is a LCSW with a Master's degree in Child Psychology. She has this amazing ability to chat up the most introverted or unfriendly looking people and have them smiling and laughing along with her. While professionally she works mostly with teenagers, lugheads like Jeff are just putty in her hands.
Most men would think I'm crazy to share such a sexy wife with other men, most would use pretty harsh words to describe me for doing so. More often than not I would agree with them. It hasn't always been easy for me watching her sexuality blossom, but I can assure you throughout the evolution of our relationship I have been a willing and encouraging partner. For most of our relationship the idea of me encouraging her to take lovers would be inconceivable, but the seeds had been planted early on.
We still have a normal sex life. In fact, her marriage counselor friends tell her she has one of the healthiest marriages they know of, and they know nothing of her extramarital activities. However, the fact is, nowadays, there is nothing more rewarding for me than to watch another man make love to my wife. I prefer to watch it in person, up close, and to film and take pictures. Alicia made clear in the beginning that if she was going to go down this path, she would pick her lovers by her own criteria, regardless of their willingness to allow me to participate. She has had lovers that loved to fuck her in front of her husband, ones that would let me watch as long as I stayed out of sight, others I had to hide in my den because they thought Alicia was going behind her husband's back.
One thing all her lovers had in common was that they loved the idea of pounding a married woman's pussy in her marital bed, whether her husband knew or not. She had to be discreet due to her profession, but her own bed was her favorite place to have sex too, and inevitably, if the man made the grade, their activities would wind up there. I began to notice after a while it wasn't always her lovers who felt uncomfortable with my presence, it was her. She felt she could fully dedicate herself to her lover if looking over his shoulder she saw me jerking off.
One birthday she got me a baby cam disguised as a stuffed animal, the implications clear. From that humble beginning and those first, grainy recordings, I have rigged up our bedroom with a dozen HD quality hidden cameras and just as many microphones. I still watch in person from time to time, but that's usually if we are out at a hotel or staying the night somewhere. Now-a-days it's the general rule that when she makes her way to the bedroom with another man, I make my way to the den.
Over the past 5 years, I have accumulated terabytes of video of her having sex with various men. In my spare time, I go through the video and edit it to make 'highlight reels' of her fuck sessions. I keep a calendar marked with who she was with on what day so I can match with the date on the recordings. I would say that it was like having terabytes of porn with my wife as the star, but it was much better than that. The difference between my recordings and regular porno is that in my recordings, the two lovers are not performing for the camera. Their motivation is their own personal pleasure.
While listening to her thump around in her closet and boudoir, I decided to look through my collection and see if I had any footage of her with Jeff. I consulted my notes and tagged all the recordings of his dates. She had him in our bed 17 times over the course of 13 months, and that just included times at our house, about half their dates ended at his place. My wife did have one stipulation for me to record her - I wasn't to question her or make her feel guilty about anything I saw in the video. What happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom. I was reminded of why she made me make that promise while perusing her footage with Jeff.
Despite my wife making it clear to these men their relationships are only sexual, she reminds me she still has a hard time separating sex from emotion and very often forms intimate bonds with her lovers as their relationship progresses. She enjoys feeling the full spectrum of emotions involved and likes to express them. While she assures me that what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, she warns me that if I ever question or try to make her feel guilty about anything she says or does in the recordings, she's going to make me remove all my devices and totally cut me off.
From the hours of footage I have watched and edited, there is a fairly common lifecycle to her relationships. Sex the first few times with a particular man is fast and furious as they work out their basic animal attraction. This is what my wife calls the thrill of a new lover. After this phase either I notice the intensity of my wife's orgasms subside as the newness fades, or their fucking becomes more passionate and intense and Alicia comes less often but harder and longer as an emotional bond forms. Just by looking at the size of their directories on my hard drive I can tell who is who.
While some particularly extraordinary lovers stick around, Alicia eventually gets bored as their relationship reaches that boundary she set for herself and the sex gets too routine and the guy falls out of her rotation. As I watched her and Jeff go at it, however, I saw no plateau, their sex just seemed to get better and better. 10 months isn't necessarily a long relationship, but Jeff seemed to constantly take her to new heights, and Alicia never seemed to get enough of him.
For Jeff's credit, it was apparent why she was so smitten with him. He had the physique of a body-builder and a long, thick cock and movie star good looks. He had a commanding personality and my wife's size and weight were no match for his physical strength, and he manipulated her body like a plaything, and she had no qualms about letting him. One day she told me, dreamily, that he made her feel like pizza dough, pounding her and stretching her out as he saw fit. The way she became so submissive around him and just gazed into his eyes and ran her hands tenderly over his body and the intensity of their kisses betrayed a growing emotional bond.
Did I need to worry she would leave me for him? The saving grace was their personalities were like oil and water. Despite her hotwife persona, she'd always been a bit granola in her style of dress, dare I say 'alternative', but he dressed in suit jackets over turtleneck sweaters and jeans and cowboy boots. He had a military style haircut and wore sunglasses all the time. Even Alicia agreed he looked like a douche. Alicia, a lifelong liberal and Hillary Clinton supporter, confided in me that he had voted for Trump and had a MAGA hat in the backseat of his car he would put on to tease her from time to time. They enjoyed each other sexually so much they agreed not to discuss politics, still, I couldn't imagine her being intellectually entertained by him.
The last film I made of them made me wonder about that assumption, and if the attraction to a strong, muscular physique and thick, long cock could overcome other more intellectual disparities. I started up the video and cast it to my 50 inch screen. They had gone out that night, came back and fucked the night away. In the morning, I got up before them and started a pot of coffee. I heard them stirring, and cracked the door open to peek in, and he was just starting to mount her - she lay on her back with her legs spread obscenely, him positioned above her lining up his raging morning boner with her moist pussy.
I didn't expect the session to last very long - he'd just give her his morning sperm and be on his way. She rarely spent the night with a guy, it was more an exception than a rule, usually because she just fell asleep before she could dismiss him. She felt subconscious in the morning with all her make-up smeared away and hair a mess. She went to bed with this gorgeous, wanton woman and woke up boring old Alicia, or at least that's how she felt.
She doesn't like me recording her in the morning for these reasons, and I probably would have just stayed out of the way while she got him to leave, but there was something different in the sounds she was making. That morning, the way she called out his name and urged him to fuck her harder and faster, she seemed so much more needy and desperate. She wasn't just trying to get him off and out the door, she was expressing powerful emotions and desires through full-blown lovemaking. I could tell she was wrestling with her despair over her favorite lover leaving her and she wanted to enjoy every second with him. I grabbed my camera and snuck into the room undetected and was not disappointed.
Her pale thighs were spread impossibly wide, her knees pinned up against her shoulders by her lover's large mass and size. Her porcelain flesh contrasted with his bronzed skin. She gripped him around the waist with her arms, her hands squeezing his ass cheeks in time with his pelvic thrusts, urging him on. She thrusted her hips up to meet every downward thrust of his thick cock, only to be pounded down into the mattress again by his powerful hips.
The most stunning thing was how their lips were locked in a tender kiss as their tongues tried to get as deep as possible in each other's mouths. Something only a cuckold can understand - you can watch your wife give a blowjob or take a cock in her pussy, but nothing punches you in the gut like watching your wife share a deep tongue kiss with another man.
"Oh Jeff.. fuck me harder, oh fuck me fuck me," she moaned into his mouth between kisses. "Oh, I love your cock, Jeff, it's so perfect, you fuck me just the way I need to be fucked."
Jeff was silent for the most part, concentrating on keeping up the furious pace only a man in peak physical condition could maintain.
"I don't know what I'm going to do while you are gone, Jeff, I'm addicted to your cock."
"I'll come to visit. I can't get enough of your hot pussy."
