Hello. My name is Jim and my wife's name is Susan.
This is the story of how I willingly continue to let another man fuck my beautiful wife while I watch. Does that make me a cuckold? I really don't know. I'll leave that up to you to decide.
From what I have read on this website, a cuckold is a husband who encourages his wife to take on a lover. The cuckold, if he has sex at all, is allowed to have it only with his wife. In some stories, the wife and the other man, a.k.a. the "bull", may have sex without the husband being present. In other stories, the husband is there, but he just watches. In most cases, the husband is described as a sorry wimp who is totally subservient to his wife. He gets off by knowing that another man is screwing his wife, but he feels guilty and humiliated after the deed is done. Often, the cuckold has a small cock or he is sexually impotent. The bull is usually quite virile and has no problem at all bringing the wife to orgasm multiple times.
I should preface this story by telling you that the events that occurred did not take place all of a sudden and out of nowhere. My wife and I have been happily married for more than ten years and, until recently, we never even considered swinging (although we had occasionally talked about it). We always looked down at it as something immoral and taboo. That was something that other people did, not us. But, over a period of time, we gradually became less judgmental.
Although we disapproved of swinging, that didn't stop us from fantasizing about having sex with other people. I fantasized about watching my wife receive a full body massage from another man. The massage would include her breasts and pussy. No part of her body would be left untouched. He would rub her all over, but he wouldn't fuck her. She fantasized that she was with a good looking muscular stud. (She even imagined that he was bald!) She would tie him to the bed posts and tease the hell out of him with a feather or her long straight black hair. Often, I would ask her, "What if he wanted to do this or do that?" The fantasies were harmless fun because but we never seriously intended to act on them.
One day, we finally decided that we would act on some of our tamer fantasies. I'm still not sure that I fully understand how we finally got to that point, but I do know that we wanted to have some fun and add a little spice to our sex lives. We considered things very carefully and agreed that we would limit ourselves to activities such as "watch and be watched" or a sensual massage exchange. What could be the harm in that? However, as you will see, things soon progressed much further than either of us had ever anticipated and I am now in a situation where my wife is getting fucked regularly by another man.
I might as well start with the profile that I posted on a well known swingers web site.
"Long time happily married couple. I guess you could say we're tame, but not completely. Soft play is where we're at. We are interested in establishing intimate friendships with people who are positive and sincere. The friendship is more important than the sex. We would like to get to know you as a person.
Wife is thirty-five years old and is attractive with long black straight hair. Her lips are very soft and kissable. She has a cute little petite body with nice breasts. Her feet are little too. Husband is thin and not muscular or macho.
We are very concerned about STDs. That is a big reason why we don't do things that are very risky. Using one's hands to touch or excite each other could be okay, but anything much more than that would be pushing our limits.
My wife enjoys a nice massage although she does have definite limits. May consider a single male who would like to massage my wife. The massage should be a real one where you take the time to please her and not just a prelude to having sex. We don't expect you to be a professional masseur, but the massage should be more than a quick feel. Concentrate on her feet, legs, and back first."
A few days later, we received an email. It included a few pics of a nice looking guy, probably in his early forties. He was nude in a couple of the pics, but nothing too sexual. He looked like he was in very good shape with muscular arms and legs. Also, according to his profile, he was five feet nine inches tall and weighed 190 pounds, which would make him a very good match for my wife. (We were hoping to find someone who wasn't too tall because she is only five feet.)
"Hello im Kinda new and not a bed jumper so if your looking for a nice gentleman that will respect your limits lets meet for a drink that includes coffee. Do u think the wife can u a nice oil massage"
I replied, "Thank you very much for the email and for opening up your pics. My wife does like a nice massage. It should be a real one where you take the time to rub her legs and back and buttocks, chest, and thighs. If she likes you, then the massage may be full body, but she has limits as to what she may allow you to do, especially until she gets to know you better. We are comfortable being nude and you could be nude too. Is this something that you would be interested in? Would you be willing to go slow and respect her limits?"
"Hello and yes I can go slow and always respect her limits"
"Are you able to host?"
"well if she don't mind a single guys place and we need oils I can. Can u open your pics please"
"We don't mind a single guy's place. We have lotions so you won't need to provide. I need to discuss with my wife before I open our pics. What we usually do is to meet the person first just to talk."
So, that's how we got to meet David. We met at a local tavern on a Friday evening and had the fried perch dinner. He seemed a bit nervous and awkward at first, but my wife's warm smile soon settled him down. I could tell that she was physically attracted to him. When he invited us over to his apartment for a massage, my wife quickly said "Yes". We had lotions and towels with us just in case.
Meeting 1: Susan receives a nice massage.
When we arrived at David's place, we weren't too impressed. His house was clean but sparsely furnished as you might expect for a single guy. The sofa and chairs in the living room weren't very comfortable. We shared a bottle of wine that David had bought for us and talked for a while. He told us that he got divorced over five years ago and his eight year-old son was living with his mother. It didn't sound like it was a very happy separation. After a little while, David offered to give Susan a massage. He led us to his bedroom and showed us where the bathroom was.
Surprisingly, my wife didn't hesitate at all about taking off all her clothes. Maybe it was the wine that helped to get her in the mood. She stood there stark naked in front of David and me. I could tell from the smile on her face that she was enjoying being an exhibitionist. You should have seen the look on David's face too. I think he was smitten with Susan's beauty. She laid down on the bed on her stomach so that David could massage her back first.
David took off his clothes and then he proceeded to give her a really nice massage. He massaged the back of her legs, thighs, butt, and her back and shoulders with his strong arms and hands. She really loved that!
She said, "Oh, that feels good! I take it I'm not the first woman you've given a massage too."
He replied, "I used to do that for my ex-wife."
"It feels wonderful, especially on my shoulders. They get awfully sore from work."
"What do you do?"
"I work for a beverage company and I do a lot of lifting."
"You're a tiny little thing. How can you do all that lifting?'
"I'm stronger than you think! That's one good thing about my job. I get a lot of exercise."
David was taking his time to make Susan feel good. So far, the massage was more therapeutic than anything else. Susan then turned onto her back so that David could do her front.
