I have become a cuckold. There's no other word for it. I could say I'm married to a hotwife or that we have an open relationship. But, no, I've become a real cuck. But not intentionally.
I began years ago when I found out that she cheated on me. I know, that makes me a cuckold right off the bat. But that was just the start. It began when a guy that she worked with would talk to her about how his wife didn't understand him. Linda was sympathetic. Bob showed interest in her and I suppose she liked that. I had always been attentive to her, but that wasn't enough. I had been a good husband and father and a reliable life mate. I suppose she probably didn't feel the excitement anymore. I often told her how sexy she was, but I don't think she believed me. Compliments from a husband don't have the same effect as compliments from someone else, right? A husband is supposed to think his wife is sexy.
I eventually discovered that they were fucking each other, and the expected thunderstorm of emotion followed. At first, I thought I'd leave her, but I just couldn't. I couldn't imagine a life without her. I eventually readjusted my way of thinking, probably as a defense mechanism. I don't own her, I told myself. I came to accept that she has a right to do whatever she wants with her own body. I reminded myself that I believe it is possible to love more than one person at the same time, but it still hurt. My manhood was dissolving into rationalization.
As hurt as I was, I wanted to make the marriage work. We agreed to try swinging. Maybe she would get the validation of her sexuality that she craved, in a more honest relationship. Of course, I also looked forward to having sexual experiences with other women, but what I really craved was to be part of the excitement she enjoyed with other men. I found it more exciting watching her with other guys than I did fucking other women. I loved to see her with cum dripping from her pussy or taking a big load in her mouth or on her face. For several years we went to private house parties and clubs. We always played together, either in the same room or at least adjoining rooms.
Some of the parties we went to included single men. The party's host and hostess enjoyed interracial sex, so the single men were always ethnically diverse. Sometimes Linda would accept an invitation to play with a one of the single guys. I admit I totally enjoyed watching her fuck and suck young, well hung guys. I would even jerk off while I watched. It's funny, but single men don't mind being watched by husbands while they fuck their wives. At these parties, I also developed a taste for eating Linda's pussy after someone else filled her with cum.
A few years ago, things began to change a bit when we were vacationing in Atlantic City. While Linda and I were out dancing in a hotel club, we met up with Charlie. Charlie was the male half of a couple we had played with a few weeks before. That evening he was alone. His wife, he said, would be joining him the next day. I thought it would be fun to fade into the background to see what developed between Linda and Charlie. It was a thrill to see them dancing so closely. I got aroused seeing them rub against each other, I'm certain that I saw them kiss more deeply than is socially accepted in an AC nightclub. When they separated, I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. Watching them in public foreplay was getting me aroused, too, so I wasn't really surprised when Linda tapped my shoulder to tell me she and Charlie were going up to his room. I was a little taken back when I realized that I was not invited. But I was tipsy and turned on, so what the hell, I thought. I stayed a while longer at the bar until I decided to go up to our room by myself.
It was several hours later when I heard the door open and Linda came in. She was disheveled and had cum stains on her dress. Linda didn't say much but did explain that she used her dress to wipe up all the cum he shot all over her tits. I remember thinking that he must have cum quite a bit since the dress was still very wet. When I asked if she had a good time, she said, "Oh yes. And thank you!" I wanted to fuck her myself, but she said, "Maybe tomorrow. I'm pretty sore. Charlie is a thick as a coke can." I settled for jerking off thinking about her getting fucked by Coke can Charlie.
