I'm searching the web tonight to find a support group for men in my situation when I stumble on this erotic story site. Interesting. As my mouse moved over the back button I thought 'why not write my story here as a therapeutic substitute for group meetings'. I click search and typed in a word I learned recently; "cuckold". Many results! Ok fine, I'll tell my story here as best I can and if it makes you cum half as hard as I have been the last 24 hours, you'll thank me.
THREE DAYS AGO
I'm a stock trader for a bank, I work out, I'm competitive, I like money and winning. I might be an asshole. I have an average cock and I really try hard in bed to make my wife Anne cream each time we make love. Fingers, tongue, cock, i try everything. She offers anal but honestly her pussy is tighter than any ass I've been in, and when she comes her vagina contracts HARD and the splashing and squeezing happening all around my cock is just unfucking-believably hot.
She was a cheerleader in highschool, a slut in college, and I know this primarily by the first time she sucked my cock. She made me feel like my cock was the most delicious thing she ever put in her mouth. The licking, moaning, sucking, and begging made me instantly realize that this woman has been practicing A LOT for this moment.
If you're like me you've already got a pretty good picture of what Anne looks like in your mind. I won't ruin your mental imagine, but just make sure you have supple breasts, hour glass figure and a grabbable ass.
So three days ago Anne texts me and says 'Joel is here, says he's early???' I reply 'Joel who' then remember my college roommate Joel Tarver said he'd be in town this week. 'Coming home now' I reply. He never said anything about a fucking visit. He just dropped in. I wanted to kick myself because I absolutely should have guessed this prick would pull this shit on me as a power move, show me who's boss just like he used to when we shared a dorm. Always pushing just a little, but you notice after a while that he's just testing boundaries. I hated the guy.
I walked in the front door, mostly expecting them in the foyer where we could quickly usher him out. I found them at the backyard bar two drinks in hand and one drink presumably for me.
I could tell by his outfit that he had biked over from his Airbnb or hotel or wherever, and I immediately saw why. Those god damn biker shorts outlined Joel's infamous "Fat 8 and a Half" and he made sure for a full display for Anne. I stood in the doorway and smiled while they bantered. Anne hadn't seen me but Joel did. He says "excuse me these are pretty tight" and adjusted his cock slowly, about three feet from my wife, right in front of me. What kicked my air out was seeing Anne's eyes unflinchingly locked on this man's thick juicy meat.
"Bryan!" he roars happily and Anne spun around like a criminal in the spotlight.
I walk over and shake his cock-adjusting hand by accident and then make an excuse to hit the men's room with urgency. Of course I said that, that's the weakest thing anyone could do, and that's the effect this shit human has on me.
In the bathroom I'm trying to process my emotions. I'm not gay. I know I'm not gay. So what was that? I was severely impacted by seeing Anne lust after that cock. I had a larger erection than I've had in 10 years. That was seriously hot. i have a lot to think about.
Anne knocks, comes in, I kiss her hard, pull out my cock, grabbed a tit for leverage and slid that average but capable erection up her skirt into that amazing pussy. She gasps loud. I cum instantly. My heart is racing like crazy. I was processing too much to even wonder why her pussy was already wet enough for me to slide in. Before she can say anything I blurt out 'see you down there!' and disappear.
The rest of the evening was fun enough. Drinks, chats, etc until about 10pm. Joel asks if he can watch some TV before he takes off because his Airbnb doesn't have the channel the game is on. Fine. Whatever.
Anne and I go to bed and he stays up watching some dumb shit. awesome.
'What was that in the bathroom earlier, Bryan?' Anne asks with a sexy curiosity. 'What? A guy can't just want to fuck his wife?' We both laugh. 'I thought for a second it was because of Joel's package, that thing's enormous!' she smiled wryly at me. I was visibility stunned and embarrassed. I didn't know she was this tipsy. Can i push it a little further? 'Oh god. That thing. He and his following of sorority chicks called it the "Fat 8 and a Half" and i had to listen to women night after night in the next bed over.'
'Jesus Christ Bryan!' she blurted out, laughing at the same time, 'you had to listen?'
I paused, not breathing, praying to god she'd ask. Please. Please. I know you want him. I know you're curious.
'What did it sound like?' she asked, suddenly serious, looking me dead in the eye.
Over the next several minutes I spelled out for her the sounds I heard these women make for my entire senior year of college. Whatever he asked them to do, they did it twice.
'I want to see it' she said.
My heart stopped beating but i was able to eek out 'Ha right you are drunk' and turned off the light.
Around 2 am I wake up to the sound of porn in my living room. Anne wakes up too. What the fuck? Anne's eyes get wide and she tip toes out quickly into the hall wearing her bathrobe. I peer out around the corner and see my wife watching Joel masturbate in my favorite chair. Joel turns away from the TV to stare at my wife, his hips start gyrating, and Anne uses a hand to lean suddenly against the wall. I can tell by her cheekbones she's smiling at him. I watch dumbfounded as Anne slides her bathrobe off one shoulder, then turns back towards our room with her right breast fully visible, as it had been to Joel. I run back in bed as she walks in. I ask her what the noise was and she kisses me, slides my cock out, sits on it, and drains both my nuts immediately. 'Again?' she laughs. We finally pass out, me from sexual overdrive exhaustion, her from red wine and a couple of shots.