u/KingCuck67

I recently went on a family vacation with my whole family and my best friend. Now he has been my best friend since the first grade, and hes been fucking my wife for about 13 years now. But taking him on a family vacation amd watching him bend my wife over, or disappear with my wife and knowing what they were up to. It was a whole new feeling of jealousy and arousal that I thoroughly enjoyed. There's no way to quite describe the feeling of seeing your wife and bestfriend join a family dinner and being able to see the hint of guilty pleasure still lingering on both their faces! I think this is gonna have to be a regular thing from here on out!

My wife and I are in our mid thirties. We are highschool sweethearts and have been together for over 19 years. Of those 19 years we have been experimenting with swinging which ultimately lead to cuckolding. Given the fact that I (the husband) really get off on seeing her with other men, and she is just "okay" with me sleeping with other women. This dynamic scratches everybody's itch just right with little to no problems.

We have a family, so we tend to be private with our sexual proclivities. But over the years we've agreed that our comfort zone with finding prospective bulls for her lies in our closer relationships such as friends and even co-workers. Now I know a lot of people will argue that is a huge mistake because you don't mix business with pleasure or you dont "shit where you eat" as some would put it. But this is just what we have found works for us. We have more trust with the people we get intimate with. And thus far have never really had any negative experiences.

Yet, as we have clued a few people into what we get into. Such as friends and even a few select family members. I've been met with the same recurring theme. Most people often initially accept it and even show enthusiasm and intrigue into how it all works. Often times they even inquire as to if they can join us. It can be a little bit difficult explaining to every guy that it's not an automatic invitation to bang my wife because you know about our situation.

Then the inevitable happens. Rumors and shit talk reaches us through mutual parties. But funny enough, the people relaying what was said, follow the same pattern. They act like it's cool and kinda wanna know how they can get into the lifestyle.

Now I know social stigma is very very real. But how many other cucks out there have told anyone about what youre all about? How did it go for you?

It took months of suggestions and prodding to finally agree to get my wife to meet with a BBC Bull I found on an online dating site. Up until that point all of our cuckolding experiences had been with friends or at least acquaintances. So finding a stranger off the internet was a bit of a stretch, but alas she agreed to "Just meet and talk" and as she put it "Don't get your hopes up on anything sexual happening!" That lasted about 30 minutes into meeting her new bull Martin. Martin was a distinguished fit gentleman in his 50's who came in as smooth as silk and wooed the close off my wife (literally). I immediately pulled out my phone and videotaped the entire encounter from the moment he showed her his massive 10 inch cock, to the moment his balls were pulsing a load deep inside of her womb on my living room couch.

Fast forward about 6 months, we moved on with our day to day lives as if nothing had ever happened. On the outside we were your average vanilla suburban couple. There is no knowing the exact number of times I jerked off to the video of that black stud turning my sweet little wife's pussy inside out, but what I can tell you, is that I had a still frame of the smile she made the moment she saw it, as my background on my computer at work. It was a close up, so all anyone could tell was that it was a sweet moment caught during a candid moment. I tried bringing up the idea of meeting with him again, but she insisted that he was "too big" and that she could "only handle that every once in a while".

Then on a random Wednesday while checking work emails, I got a notification that made my dick jump. Martin had sent me a friend request on Facebook. I clicked accept, and waited. I contemplated messaging him first but decided to play it cool and wait. A couple weeks went by and all I ever received from him was invites to a nightclub downtown which seemed like the type of thing that wasn't a direct invite, and more of a "spam all" type of invite.

One night while drinking some wine at home with the wife I was checking my phone and seen another invite, I jokingly said "I'm so sick of these spam things" hoping she would ask who it was from, but all she said was "yeah I get a lot of those from Martin". I was a little taken back by how nonchalant she said it. But asked "do you ever talk to him?" she said she had gotten an invite around the same time as me on Facebook and accepted it, and he messaged her and told her how good of a time he had, and told her she should come check out "his club".

I asked her if she would like to go, and I don't know if it was the wine talking or what, but she jumped at the opportunity. She downed the rest of her glass and ran straight to the bedroom. It was almost like she had the outfit picked out ahead of time because she was ready to go in no time flat. It's not common for her to be the one out the door first waiting on me to finish.

We pulled up to the club, which was a quiet little place on the southeast side of town only 30 minutes from home, and entered. The club seemed to be sectioned off into 3 different sections, a room right off the entrance, followed by the main room with a dance floor and bar section with booths along the back side, And an area that had to be for "private parties" behind the bar on the other side.

Immediately upon entering you could sense all eyes were on us, mostly due to the low cut shirt my wife was wearing. But also we were possibly the only white patrons of that establishment in a while. Suddenly from the back room just past the bar we heard "Long time no see!" and out came strolling Martin with a nice button up on that showed off his muscular physique. He put his hand on the small of my wife's back and kissed her on the cheek before approaching me and dapping me up with a handshake and pulling me in for a hug.

"About time, you two made it to my club!" he said playfully and gripped my shoulder shaking me slightly in the way you would say "good job kiddo" to a kid. I could sense all eyes on us still and managed to mutter "yeah we aren't usually big into the clubbing scene." To which my wife replied "speak for yourself, I've been dying to come check this place out!" Now all the weeks of me trying to find the right way to suggest it seemed dumb to me. Martin suggested we grab a drink at the bar and relax, he promised to check up on us in a moment, but explained he had some friends over for their weekly poker tournament.

I ordered a whisky on the rocks and my wife stuck to her red wine, we chatted and tried to take in the atmosphere. After 30 minutes we decided enough was enough and to just head home after our next round of drinks. But before we could, Martin re-emerged and asked us to forgive him for being rude, and offered to give us the grand tour. He explained how this club has been passed down in his family for 2 generations and showed us some of the original features it had from the 40's and 50's along with some of the modern updates he had made. The whole time he was giving the tour he held my wife by the small of her back ushering her around from exhibit to exhibit while I toddled along after them like a lost puppy.

After showing us the two rooms we had already seen, he took us into the back room. It was a lot dimmer than the other 2 rooms, the music was playing a little lower, and the air with thick with smoke. He walked us up to a poker table where 3 of his friends were sitting playing cards. He introduced my wife first and then me, but when I went to shake his friends hand, his friend said "oh this must be the director you were telling us about" and they all shared in a soft chuckle. I pretended not to notice the comment and said "no, no, I'm actually in sales, so if you're ever in need of a good deal on a car, look me up!"

we sat down for a moment, and my wife said, "I always see people playing poker in movies and stuff, but I don't think I've ever actually seen it in real life, how does it work?" Martin was the fastest to respond by saying "here I'll show you, but you gotta keep my cards a secret, okay?" she grinned and he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into him and made her sit on his lap. I glanced around to see what everybody's reaction would be. They all glanced at her and at each other but only one looked directly at me. When our eyes met, he smirked really proud and looked back at his cards.

Martin directed my wife on what cards to put where in his hand, and let her be the one to up the bets and play the cards he told her to play. The whole time, he had her in his lap, I could never see both of his hands at the same time. I could only imagine what he was doing under the table but her face was a dead give away. She looked like she would moan at any moment.

Then she "I need to use the restroom, Martin can you show me where it is?" Martin scooted her off his lap and sat his cards face down on the table, and said "yeah no problem, but your hubby's gonna have to play this hand for me" and winked at me. I said "yeah no problem, I used to play every weekend back in college." He said "you better be good at it, otherwise you're gonna owe me" and everybody laughed.

I played that hand and 3 others, I won the first, but lost the next two in a row, and it was looking like I was about to lose a 3rd. I kept glancing at the hallway that my wife and Martin had disappeared into maybe 15 minutes ago, and contemplated excusing myself to go see what was going on, but all of a sudden, my wife emerged followed by Martin. She looked flushed and he looked relaxed.

I said "what took you so long?!" angrily. Without a word, she grabbed my whisky and spit a large mouth full of cum directly into the glass, grabbed the stir stick and swirled it, and said "drink up Mr. Director" and the table erupted with laughter. Another buddy of Martins, said "wait, wait, wait baby, that glass is lookin a little light! you might need to top him off!" and pulled out a cock as big as Martins, only darker and with more veins.

I was dumbfounded, as I watched my wife grin at me, and say "well I can't leave anyone out can I?" and strolled over to him and dropped to her knees. I could see the back of her head disappear into his lap and bob up and down. I instinctually reached for my phone and began recording. She was surgical with how she was pleasuring this big black cock right in front of everyone, using equal part mouth and hands. Stopping to spit on the tip and working it down the shaft as lube, and the way she looked up at him with each gulp had him reeling in his chair. He began to groan and pushed his cock deep into her mouth and threw his head back.

She sat back looking proud with her cheeks puffed out, and a little dribbling down her chin and walked back to my glass and deposited the next load. That when I heard the symphony of belts buckles being undone in quick succession. The other two friends already had their cocks out on display at full attention. She giggled and said "decisions decisions, who gets to go next?!" They both stood up and began to argue who was going next. Then my wife said "I have an idea, to be fair, bring them both to me." The stood on either side of her and she took one in each hand and began sucking, first one, then the other. With each pass she seemed to go deeper and deeper. She would work the tip, then swirl it in her mouth, spit on it, and stroke it with her hand and then move to the other.

I don't know if it was all the anticipation, or the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, but one grabbed his cock and began to stroke it himself and turned her chin towards him. He began pulsing his load all over her mouth and face, with one shot even shooting over her head and landing on the floor, Then the other followed suit and put the tip directly into her mouth and unloaded not wasting a drop.

She stood up looking very satisfied and strolled back to me, putting one arm around my neck and sat in my lap. She raised the almost overflowing glass to her lips and spit the last two loads in and handed it to me.

Without a moments hesitation, I raised the glass in a salute, and said "To good company" and downed it all in one large drink.

Needless to say, we are regulars at that club now!

I've been with my wife since highschool and we've been into cuckolding since around 2 years into our relationship. At first we both had the freedom to have sex with whomever we wanted. But over time the thrill of fucking other women has worn off for me. Now I'm full blown addicted to being cucked. My best friend is our regular bull, and he plays the roll well. But she has also had her boss as a sugar daddy and the occasional black bull off dating sites. Im at the stage where I would rather be on my knees watching her get fucked than getting to fuck her myself. I also find myself watching the videos we made while I'm at work and even listening to them on car rides. Its completely taken over my brain and Ive never been more happy or fulfilled. Anyone else in this boat?