My Wife's Boyfriend

I am Philip, I am married to Sally. I have always enjoyed masturbating and been a cuckold.

Sally and I did have sex in the past and have two children, a boy and a girl, aged 8 and 4.

Sally has known about my masturbation habit ever since we were married and knew about my extensive collection of girly magazines and online porn videos.

Sally has also known about my cuckold fantasy and would often wank my penis at bedtime whilst describing her then imaginary boyfriend.If you have read parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 of this series you will notice that Sally does now have a boyfriend and I am enjoying this fact. I masturbate over the thought of my wife, Sally, having a boyfriend.

Sally's boyfriend comes to my house quite often now to see Sally and he usually sends me a text message to let me know so that I can be not at home if I like.

One Friday afternoon Sally's boyfriend messages me,

"Hey Philip, I am coming to your house this evening at about 7pm and will be staying the night with Sally in your bedroom, so you better find somewhere else to sleep tonight"

I reply,

"Thank you sir for letting me know, I hope you have a good night with my wife."

I arrived home from work at about 6pm and saw that Sally was giving my children their tea in our kitchen/dining room. Sally cooks a lovely lasagne for them.

Also there are Sally's sisters, Jane and Cathy, they hardly look up and say,

"Hello Philip"

My children don't look at me and also say,

"Hello Philip"

They call me Philip, not Daddy as usual but think they are probably just copying their aunts.

I say to Sally,

"Mmm that smells good Sally,  I see there is a portion left"

Sally quickly replies,

"It is very tasty this lasagne, but the last portion is for my boyfriend"

"Oh, okay" I say, "Is it okay if I go upstairs please and have a shower?"

Sally's sister Jane, senses my discomfort and interjects,

"I need to use the bathroom Philip, so you'll have to wait for me to finish there first"

Sally's other sister, Cathy, with a smile says,

"I better visit the bathroom after you Jane as we want to be here when Sally's friend gets here."

Sally says, clearly enjoying the situation,

"Philip, you are in the way here, go and stand in the corner, until the bathroom is free for you"

I go to the corner and stand awkwardly, while Sally is busy with the children as they eat the lasagne. Sally gets annoyed and says,

"Philip, you are being annoying standing there in the corner looking longingly at the lasagne, turn around and face the corner walls."

I could be imagining it but I am sure my children give a little smirk as they see their father being treated like them, that is a naughty child.

I obey and turn around, standing facing the wall corners.

Jane and Cathy, eventually come back to the kitchen/dining room and Sally says to me,

"Ok Philip, off you go now for a shower, don't take all the hot water, just 2 minutes in the shower."

I leave the dining room and close the door, I linger a bit by the door and hear my daughter say,

"Is your boyfriend staying tonight Mummy, I like it when he is here, he is good fun"

Sally replies,"Yes he is staying and will be spending more time with us now"

Both children reply in unison,

"Yes, yes, yes, we like him loads"

I have my shower, be careful not to linger too long. I go to my little room which has my vast 30 years collection of pornographic magazines in a locked cabinet, a PC for watching online porn videos.

The room is quite cramped, not enough room for a bed for example, so I am thinking that the garden shed is maybe not a long term solution for sleeping in when Sally's boyfriend stays the night - nights that by all accounts are going to become more and more frequent.

From my little masturbation den I can see Sally's boyfriend arrive in my car. He has been borrowing my car for a few weeks now so I am thinking that perhaps I'll never get it back.

Sally's boyfriend walks down the drive and I see Sally  almost running to greet him with a hug. I'm a bit shocked to see my two children close behind and Sally's boyfriend crouches down to give the excited children a hug too.

They all go into the house and I can faintly hear chatter and laughter, with Sally's sister still there of course, but I see them leave shortly afterwards with Sally's boyfriend walking them to their car and more hugs and smiles from both of them. Doubtless Sally's boyfriend enjoyed the lasagne.

I look through a couple of old copies of a girly magazine and masturbate but not to conclusion.

I am hungry as I only had a slice of toast for breakfast and I was so busy at work that I skipped having any lunch. Knowing not to interrupt them downstairs, I text Sally and ask if I can come and get something to eat.

Sally replies,

"No, you knew my boyfriend was coming over for the night, so you should have thought ahead."

Oh well, I think, at least I have my wanking den and have a little wank to photos of Linsey Dawn Mckensie and an online photo set of Alexis Texas, but again stop before I cum.

An hour has passed and Sally texts me to say that I could come downstairs as there is a bit of lasagne left that I can have.

I think it is nice of Sally to take pity on me, I pull my trousers up and go downstairs.

"There you are, Philip", Sally says.

I look at the dish and there is not much left really, but I use a spoon to get a couple of mouthfuls and scrape the encrusted bits around the sides of the dish.

Sally's boyfriend is not in the kitchen, so I ask Sally,

"Has he left already?"

Sally laughs a bit and replies,

"No, he is in the lounge watching television and enjoying an after dinner whisky."

"Oh, okay," I say, knowing that he will be helping himself to the single malt someone bought me for Christmas.

Sally then says, somewhat annoyed,

"Philip, you don't call my boyfriend "he", you refer to him as "master" and when speaking to him call him "sir", I thought you understood this as he is the main man in this house now."

"Sorry," I meekly replied.

My children don't look up from the kitchen table but are busy drawing and seem to be making birthday cards. I get a quick glance at their efforts and see that one says "Happy Birthday, Daddy". I think this is nice, my birthday is about 5 weeks away so I wonder why they are doing this so early.

Sally says to me,

"Philip, go up to your den and tidy all your stuff away and then go to the shed. Tomorrow we are all going out for lunch, so you may come into the house, but remember to vacuum clean round and do the laundry, we will be back at about 4pm, you may go to your den then."

"But," I protest, "it is only 7 o'clock"

"Well," Sally says, "You could walk up to the corner shop and get us a few bits, here is a little list, oh and take out £200 from the ATM there for our day tomorrow, put it all in a bag and leave it by the back door, before you retire to the shed."

"Okay," I say, feeling my penis twitch and go upstairs to tidy, putting a couple of 30 year old girly mags in my carrier bag for my night's reading in the shed and then set off for the corner shop.

At the corner shop there is Evie (the babysitter mentioned in part 4) with four of her friends. They are dressed up, probably for a night out in town, with short skirts on, skimpy tops and high heels - too much for a wanker like me I think.

Evie nudges her friends and they giggle when they see me, talking behind their hands into each other's ears.

Evie calls over to me, in a sort of mocking girly voice,

"Hello mister Whiteley, getting some shopping are we? Are you going to have a good night with Mrs Whiteley, or are you in the garden shed again tonight?"

The four of them laugh loudly and I go bright red in the face and try to hide with the carrier bag my tenting trousers. One of them points towards my crotch, I obviously didn't hide my predicament well enough, and more laughs from the four of them.

I am unsure what to say, so just blurt out,

"Have a good night out, girls."

I go to the ATM to withdraw the £200 and as I turn I see the four of them get into a taxi, as the taxi drives away they all look back at me through the rear window and gesture with their hands shaped like a loose fist, shake it up and down, i.e. a man's wanking action, laughing their heads off!

I feel so embarrassed, especially as an elderly couple coming out of the shop and witnessing this are smiling at me, my cock is so hard in my trousers though and I feel a little pre-cum seep out.

I get the shopping on Sally's list and it includes some beers too, I don't drink beer, neither does Sally, so this is obviously for Sally's boyfriend's pleasure. I put the shopping and the £200 by the back door, surreptitiously slide the 2 girly mags under my jacket and go to the shed for the night.

I settle in the sleeping bag as darkness falls, with my torch as the only light I have, leafing through the magazines, I choose well, photosets of Danni Ashe and little cute Sammy Larkins.

I think how lucky I am to have Sally actually playing out my fantasy.

The next morning I see Sally, her boyfriend and my children leave in my car, so I go into the house to use the bathroom, do my chores of doing the laundry, washing up, vacuuming - but of course I am also going to have at least an hour of masturbating.

I go to my bedroom to get some clean clothes but see that my wardrobe has mostly other, much bigger, men's clothes, obviously they are Sally's boyfriends. But where are mine?

I go to my masturbation room and see that they are in 4 black bin liners, well that makes the room even more crowded but I am relieved that I have found my clothes and that there is still enough room to get to my pornography and still masturbate.

I go back to my bedroom to strip the bedding for the washing machine. The bottom sheet is damp, I smell it and it has a lovely aroma of semen and probably Sally's cunt juices (I say probably as I have never smelt Sally down there).

I think this is too good an opportunity to miss, so remove the bottom sheet, take off my trousers, go to my masturbation room and play some solo stripshow porn, Lela Starr, Charlie Laine, Andie Valentino to name a few of my favourites. I also put on one of my favourite stories of a cuckolded husband and have it on "read aloud" with a sexy voiced man.

Of course, you will have guessed, I have the bottom sheet with me and am using it as a masturbation sheath, wanking softly, letting the dampness smoother my penis. I also lick the damp parts of the sheet to taste Sally's boyfriend's spunk.

I masturbate for just over an hour and eventually cum into the sheet. I quickly realise that time is getting on, so I put the bedding in the washing machine, use the bathroom, enjoy a longish shower ha ha, put clean bedding on the marital bed, do the washing-up and vacuum cleaning.

The last room I vacuum clean is the lounge. I am shocked to see that on the mantelpiece are the cards my children were making yesterday and one from my Sally saying "Happy Birthday to my lovely Boyfriend". So, my children are now calling Sally's boyfriend "Daddy"!

They have all gone out for a birthday meal then.

I am not sure how I feel, but go upstairs to my little room and get an erection whilst looking at photos of Brooke Little, this makes me feel better and carry on tidying the house.

When Sally and her boyfriend and my children return to my house, or is it their house, I go into my little masturbation room.

On my PC I have a look on a social media site and see that Sally has posted on her page a little video of them all at the restaurant, with a waitress bringing out a birthday cake for Sally's boyfriend and them singing "Happy birthday", my children calling him "daddy."

I was a bit shocked that she posted this for a lot of our friends and relatives to see, but my penis was twitching. There were a few reactions of "likes" and "loves", including a "love" reaction from my brother, Roger!

I dare myself to post a comment, to acknowledge that I am okay with this.

After some thinking, I post,

"I hope you all had a good meal"

Sally replied with a post,

"We did Philip, it tasted even better, with you paying for it all"

Reactions to Sally's post were numerous with lots of "laughing" emojis.

Things got a little bit back to normal on Monday with Sally letting me back into the marital bed and she wanked me whilst telling me about the sex she had with her boyfriend, describing how big his penis is and how she loves sucking his huge testicles.

Whilst enjoying Sally's wanking skills on me, I commented,

"Is it all going a bit far now, Sally?"

And,

"A lot of his clothes are here now, it seems he is going to move in, what will happen to me?"

Sally is a bit annoyed and replies,

"Philip, you have been begging me for years to have a boyfriend and this is what I am doing for you. Don't worry though Philip, it is useful having you around, for the housework you do and of course paying the bills etc."

Sally continues,

"But, yes, he will be moving in sometime soon, probably in about a month or two. I think you should start looking around for a little apartment or bedsit for yourself."

I am thinking this is a bit much but my penis, doesn't think this and with Sally's gentle stroking spurt a massive cum load.

To be continued if enough people like...