Cuc Grows a Pair

Many readers on this site, judging by comments on my and other people's stories, appear to consider themselves expert on what does and doesn't constitute love. Many believe that it is not possible for a man or woman to be in love with their spouse and cheat on them, for one reason or another.

Those of that belief must lead a very sheltered life, my experience of a wide circle of friends is that 100%, some people (by no means all) who love their wives or husbands cheat, for various reasons, but almost all hope never to be discovered, not because it's convenient to have someone to go home to, but because they genuinely love their spouse. I've seen it often enough to have zero doubt as to the truth of that.

And so, to the story:

I regard this as a love story, and a sad one.

I'm putting it out right here that this is a cuckold story, cum will be eaten, some sucker may be humiliated, amongst other things. If you ignore this warning and read on, please do not then be moronic enough to make dumb comments about wimps, not real men and the usual claptrap. If that is you, don't bother reading.

That said, que sera sera, people will do what people will do. I have a theory about people who rain down fury on cum-eating cucks but lets leave that for now!

Written in UK English by a dyslexic, unedited and doubtless open to enormous criticism. I know it's a tough ask, but hopefully someone will enjoy it.

Chapter 1 -- How we became "Jane & her cuckold Jim."

Allow me to explain, Jane is the hottest hot wife you could imagine. She is about 5'6", perky 36Bs a narrow waist and narrow hips but a fully gorgeous ass, neither skinny nor fat, utterly delectable. I love to "delect" it, it's one of the great joys of my life rimming her ass and eating her pussy.

We've lived together for 5 years, married for 3, no kids yet, and things are good. We had a rough spell about a year into the marriage when Jane admitted she was still fucking other guys and had no intention of stopping.

Just like that, completely bluntly, she asked did I want a divorce, or could I live with it? It was really a straightforward take it or leave it situation, she had no intention of changing a thing she was doing. "Up to you Jim, let me know what you want to do when you make up your mind, just know that yes I do want to keep getting more cock but I love you and only you."

Fuck me sideways, not a question you expect to have to answer after a short period of wedded bliss. She'd made no effort to hide her fucking other people, never told me, "It's not what it looks like", in fact she said it was exactly what it looks like. Totally upfront about it, serious as a heart attack, she insisted she loved me, but she also loved fucking and was too young to give up variety.

I asked her why she had married me? She said for two reasons, one because she loved me and wanted to be with me for the long term, as in "til death us do part", secondly because she felt I could accept intellectually that her sex drive was bigger than mine and I was adult enough not to be a baby about her fucking other people. She didn't love them, she just loved fucking them.

Wow, that was a hell of a mouthful to take in, I asked her to repeat it so I could let it sink in. "I felt you could accept intellectually that my sex drive is bigger than yours and you are adult enough not to be a baby about me fucking other people" she repeated.

She said she had picked me to share her life with -- not in a conceited way that declared I should be honoured, just stating a fact - that I should be confident that she would always love me and that maybe in the future she'd give up the variety of cock or as close to it as she could manage, no promises.

She was being clear and honest. Would I have married her if I'd been clear on her intentions before doing the deed?

Well, my truthful answer is that I was head over heels in love with her after 2 years together, so the truth is that my decision may well have been the same as it is now, to try to live with it. So yes, after a day or two of internal debate, I decided, shit I love her, I'll try to see if I could live with it.

Yeah, I know, I can hear knives being sharpened, go ahead, I admit it I've become her cuckold. It sounds pretty simple; the reality is that ordering you life around 2 or 3 nights where she is otherwise engaged is a bastard.

At times, it seemed that her arrangements with her boys were more important, in fact there was little doubt about that, as I was often asked at short notice to rearrange my plans to take her somewhere. That was a source of tension between us, but she had left no room for doubt, it was going to be her way or I could walk away. So, my choice but her way. Decision made.

I know you may think that shows she didn't really love me, but you'd be wrong, she does, I have no doubt about it. You don't live my life, you don't know that she treats me like a king and when she's mine, I get 100% of her love but also 100% of her time, her affection, her consideration of my wants and needs -- just that there is a massive fucking elephant in the room, two or three times a week, her needs come first. She is incredibly horny, mostly I get great benefit from that, other times I have some regret that I am just not enough to keep her home.

You know that expression about walking a mile in someone's shoes before you can understand them and their life? Well, that applies here, just take it as read, you don't know her, I do, she loves me beyond doubt.

I'm currently working on the long view, that she, well really, that we will mature with time and that what is happening now will work itself out and WE will take over as what is all-important in her life as much as it already is in mine.

Chapter 2 -- The Next Few Months

So, things went on, our sex remained scorching hot, I could not complain, she was fantastic in bed and I was getting fucked as much as I wanted, she was always willing and I reckoned going overboard to make sure I could have no complaints.

Getting fucked or sucked upwards of 10 times a week will do that for most guys, I never felt short-changed despite knowing she was fucking 2 other guys at the same time, once or twice a week -- sessions, not fucks, she probably got 4-6 fucks, I wasn't sure obviously I was not there.

About 3 months later one night when she was home with me, we'd had a nice dinner and some wine and were heading to bed, she asked me, "Jim do you ever feel that you want to be involved with what I do with my fuckbuddies? Do you ever think you'd like to see me getting fucked?"

I thought about it, I'd been slowly accepting that I was now an accepting cuckold after we'd agreed I could live with her fucking other guys, the truth was I was glad I hadn't decided to divorce her and at times when I knew she was out fucking I was curious.

I had rationalised that I had always watched porn and that maybe watching her fuck would be the ultimate porn experience, my own pornstar, my sexy hot wife, so how sexy would watching her fuck be, would it be a torment or a pleasure...maybe even a little of both, the idea started to appeal to me.

"Yeah Jane, I think maybe I'd like to see you fucking someone. I'm really not sure but I'll try it. It sounds like something you want, is it?"

"Oh hell yes Jim the thought of it makes my cunt twitch, I'd love you to be turned on watching me fuck a really huge cock, seeing how it makes me lose control, you'd understand why I need more than you can give. Why I need you to be my cuckold. Babe, I'd love you to get involved, shit I'll be honest, I'd love to feed you some stud's cum from my cunt, that thought turns me on so much, but I know that is probably at least one step too far and I'd never force you into it or cheat you into it."

"I love you and I love you even more for letting me have more cock, I'm just a horny slut a lot of the time, I'm getting so much sex, but I'd take more if I could fit it into our lives. You are married to a fuckslut Jim and I have no idea that I can ever stop, I think I'm full-on nympho. It's so exciting, but I need to know if you ever get too uncomfortable with what I'm doing."

"Jim, I thought maybe you'd be interested, so I asked Marcus to record us a few days ago, interested in watching? Want to watch it with me?

I did, it was strange, I had so many mixed feelings, obviously jealousy, jealousy that someone else was fucking my wife, that I wasn't enough for her sexually, jealousy when I saw the size of the guy's cock and how she reacted to it. If someone tells you that size doesn't matter, you my friend are talking to a liar, not just a liar but a fucking damned liar. She may not love Marcus, but she really was madly in love with the 8 or so fat inches Marcus was attached to the end of.

In parts it was just like watching porn, parts were painful when your wife was clearly drive crazy by the size of the guy's cock, the understanding that he was giving her something I never could, in a way it diminished me, hurt my ego, in another way I understood that he was almost a sex toy for her, I was the one she loved, the one she came home to.

After we finished watching she told me she'd have loved to have fucked me while we watched but she really wanted to see how I reacted to it. I said I'd be happy to watch it again as a soundtrack and fuck the shit out of her, but I said, "Jane the thing you need to understand is that I will never, and I mean never ever, clean up after someone has creampied you, not happening, please don't ever mention it again."

"Jane there are a couple of things that hit me while watching, first obviously I know I have known for a while you fuck other guys, but it hit home, I'm your cuckold. It doesn't feel good, then the fact that his cock does things to you I never could, well right now I'm wondering have we a future, with me you are getting second rate sex at best, maybe not even second rate."

Jane grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, "Don't you ever say that again, have you no understanding of me at all? What you watched is sex, good sex, actually magnificent fucking and I loved it, but did you see and ounce of love? That is what you give me and that is worth so much more than a great fuck. Get your head straight Jim, Marcus envies you, he has a great big dick and he knows how to please me, but I could throw him away next week for something similar. He envies you because I love you and I never give him any hint that we have any sort of a future out of bed, he'd like more but he knows if he pushed, I'd cut him off in a heartbeat."

She looked at me carefully to see that I was buying what she was selling, then with a smirk and a giggle, she smiled and said, "Yes baby, you are my cuckold, I love you so much for agreeing to be my cuckold, I'll never try to get you to do anything you don't want to but if you ever want to play games with it, just let me know and we can whip up some fantasies and make the reality."

"So, my handsome cuckold, do you want to fuck your hot wife?"

As time went on, we did role play a little about her fucking other guys -- that much was true obviously -- but these times, we'd fuck, calm down and maybe have a drink, she's put on a sexy thong and later I'd go to bed before her, she's pretended to come home from a date, come to bed and sit on my face and I'd lick her creampie. I fucking loved it and it got both of us thinking but she knew I was deadly serious about never cleaning creampie for real from other guys.

A few weeks earlier, I'd gone with her to Marcus's apartment and had watched them fuck. It was a turn-on but of course I didn't participate in any way. We were all a bit subdued, unsure of how it would work out. I think my presence put a damper on their sex that night, nobody was very comfortable. Marcus went out of his way to be decent and respectful to me, it all seemed a bit contrived.

There he was sinking 9 inches into my wife bareback, she fucks all her lovers bareback, and they provide regular STD tests. He must have felt in some way he was one up over me, but he was desperate not to show it, he didn't want to lose a good thing and it was obvious he knew I was borderline antagonistic but trying not to show it. He tried and largely succeeded not to piss me off.

We were not sure if we would repeat it, Jane admitted they were both being restrained out of respect for my feelings. It was Jane who suggested that it may have been better for everyone if they'd treated me more like a cuck and not so respectful. I said I don't need the humiliation, but you don't need to tip toe around me either., just make sure neither of you piss me off or take me for granted.

I'd stayed fully dressed, Jane wondered if I'd not been tempted to masturbate, and I admitted I'd have liked to but was uncomfortable, we should have set parameters for everyone's benefit.

So, all that was left open as a possibility for the future, but I doubted it would be something I would repeat very often if at all. Sexy as fuck as she was while getting fucked. I will say that if you like watching people fuck, seeing your wife do it and really get into it is a blast as long as you can get over your ego.

I can't imagine that too many people have never ever thought of what it would be like to see their partner fucking. When you are fucking someone, you don't really appreciate how they look when they are fucking. Now I knew that when you watch you can see that someone like Jane is as sexy as you can ever imagine and when she's lost in her senses, it is incredibly hot to observe. You just need to be prepared for it and know that you can stand to watch, but yeah, it's not for everyone.

Chapter 3 - A night in the life of Cuckold Jim

Jane had been out fucking, she arrived home at 1am, that was quite late for her, she usually made it home by 11, 12 at the latest, so I knew she'd had a busy night. She has a well-fucked look about her, just as I expected. I knew she had been meeting her bull Marcus and he had told her he might introduce her to a couple of friends.

Well, it turned out that Marcus's friends had come prepared, they showed Jane clean STD checks from the start of that week, and they all wanted to fuck her senseless. Marcus had talked to her about it, the idea turned her on, but nothing had been agreed beforehand. On the night she was feeling so horny that she decided to go for it.

With two extra cocks she came home 2 hours later than normal, and she was on cloud 9. She told me she'd achieved an ambition; she'd been made air-tight a cock in each hole. She admitted it was an incredible thrill, I know she just cannot get enough cock and she's loved it.

"Baby, I haven't showered yet, do you want to see my body, I'm such a fucking mess, they made you wife a cum bucket, they all dumped four or five loads in my, cunt, arsehole and mouth. I loved it babe, what a fucking thrill. I so horny babe. Don't suppose you want to fuck me while I'm sloppy?"

"I don't know Jane, I doubt it, but get out of your clothes of and let me see you."

She was right, she was a fucking mess, at least a mess from fucking, she had cum caked on her tits, dripping from her cunt and ass, some stuck in her hair, yip a fucking mess. Her cunt was bright red, partly I assume from being fucked hard repeatedly, partly because, as she said, she was still horny for more. I'd never seen her asshole looking like someone had driven a baseball bat up it either, fuck her arsehole is usually something I love to look at, I often eat it for her, she loves it and it really turns me on, part of my submissive nature I suppose. But fuck, for the first time ever I thought it looked horrible. She also had some marks here and there, early signs of bruising, scratches, bites, that sort of thing. I didn't like it.

You know that whole cuckold wimp thing, reclaiming her, going down on her, eating other guys cum? Did I want that? Fuck no. I admit I am a cuckold, I've accepted that my wife fucks other guys, I put up with it, I've even cleaned my own cum out of her but never anyone else's that I'm aware of and I'd be pissed off if I found she'd sneaked that on me, really pissed off, but I am nobody's fucking wimp. I guess I am an accepting cuckold, I'm really not a willing cuckold, knowing is hard enough to deal with.

She looked a little disappointed when I said I'd pass, I thought maybe it was time to have another of our little talks, but not then. "Clean yourself up Jane, I'm going to sleep, maybe we can talk tomorrow after work?"

As I left the room, she said, "I got Marcus to send a video to your email if you want to see it."

Disappointed? Well, them's the breaks, I wasn't happy, she looked like she had been raped but whatever, she'd clearly enjoyed whatever they'd done to her, so it was not rape.

I was out of the apartment for a business meeting early next day so didn't get to talk to Jane before we got home the next night. She made it home before me and dinner smelled good. She had a strange look, apprehensive would describe it as she handed me a pre-dinner beer.

Chapter 4 -- So, this is Awkward

"Had a good day babe?" she opened with.

"It was okay Jane, but I've had a lot on my mind today, I've been thinking a lot about last night."

I had what I hoped was an inscrutable look on my face, I didn't want to give away my feelings, I wanted to see what hers were in the cold light of day. Last night she'd been thrilled to have been clearly very roughly fucked and repeatedly banged hard and creampied.

We kept it light and had dinner, but we both knew there was some serious talking to be done.

After dinner, I could see she was having a hard time waiting so I said, "You want to tell me about how you feel about last night?"

Jane is not a shy retiring sort; she tells it as she sees it. "Well as I told you last night, I absolutely loved it, I fucked them to a standstill, they maybe thought it was the other way around, but I could have fucked all night. You know I hoped you would fuck me when I got home, but you clearly had no intention. In fact, I think you were pretty disgusted at how I looked once you saw me naked. I apologise if I offended you thinking, no hoping that you might see it differently, I'd hoped you might like it hot and very fucking dirty, I wanted you inside me more than anyone else."

I took my time, what she said was not making me feel any better about things.

"Jane, last night when you stripped, you looked like someone who had been raped, I'm going to be very honest because I think you put our marriage at risk last night.."

"Wait a minute, Jim, you know I..."

"No Jane, you need to listen to me, listen well and listen to everything I say. Can you do that without interrupting?" I gave her a look that said she better or she would not like the response. She nodded for me to continue.

"OK Jane, you looked like you had been raped, your cunt was red raw, your ass looked like someone had driven a truck up it, you had bruises starting, scratches, bites for fuck's sake. Those cunts sent my wife home to me like an assault victim. You may have enjoyed being treated like a nasty little cunt who they could do anything to, but I fucking hated what you looked like, got it?"

Again, she nodded.

"You wanted me to fuck you? There was more chance of me going out and finding a professional on a street corner and paying her, I wouldn't have touched you with a ten-foot bargepole, you fucking disgusted me in your lust." She was quietly weeping.

"Jane, I agreed that I could see past you seeing other guys and fucking them as an --alternative to a divorce but last night, well, I cannot put up with you being a gang bang whore, you were out of control babe, no respect for yourself and certainly zero respect for me..."

I wasn't finished by a long way, but she was furious, "Fuck you Jim, how dare you call me a whore, you know I..."