My wife and my affair cuckhold me
A Quick Note: This is an entirely true story that happened just last week. I have dyslexia, so I struggle to write readable stories, but I used AI to assist me strictly with cleaning up the grammar and improving the flow.
The Background
Like I said, this happened last week. But before I get into that, let me give you some background. My wife and I are really great together. She’s around 5'5" with shoulder-length blonde hair. She’s chubby but carries it incredibly well, and she has an amazing pair of tits that have stayed nice and pert despite their size—they have successfully survived 35 years of gravity.
We have a fantastic sex life. We often test each other's boundaries and love trying new things, even allowing other people into our bedroom if the mood strikes us (usually after plenty of drinks and lots of foreplay).
Despite having a drop-dead gorgeous wife who is easily as sex-mad as I am, if not more so, I am also a closeted bisexual man. That side of me has caused me to stray in the past. I used to go cruising for hookups, which is how I originally met one particular regular guy. We met during a cruise, but over time, I became a regular visitor at his place.
This guy is older than me. While my wife and I are both 35, he is in his 60s (that's my best guess, as I’ve never asked), but he really looks after himself and stays incredibly fit. He is taller and more muscular than me, and—oh my god—his dick absolutely dwarfs mine. He smells great, too. I have no idea what cologne he wears, but the scent sends me wild. I actually came home smelling like him once, and my wife asked me what I was wearing. I fumbled through an answer, but I still wish I knew his secret.
Over the years, he and I have tried just about everything two guys can do together. I adore sucking his huge cock, and over time, he has been able to really open me up to take a hard fucking.
Now you are caught up.
Last Weekend
Last weekend, I was out drinking in town with my friends. My phone pinged, and it was a message from my wife. It was a screenshot from the swinging site we use, showing a message from a user that read, "I'm on my way," sent 30 minutes prior. Her next message to me was just a wink emoji.
My cock was already hard. This was entirely new for her—taking control like that. I made my excuses to leave the group and immediately called a taxi.
I arrived home about 30 minutes later. When I entered the living room, the guy she had chosen was already there, standing right in the middle of the room. As I moved further into the space, I noticed my wife. She was entirely naked, kneeling on the floor in front of him. The man was still fully clothed, but his cock was out through the zipper of his trousers, and my wife was hungrily swallowing it. She was completely naked, submitting to him, and worshipping him.
Then, I froze. I instantly recognized the guy.
It was him. The exact same guy I had been secretly sucking off, right there, receiving the exact same treatment from my wife.
I panicked, and I think he noticed. He flashed me a wicked grin and gave me a reassuring wink. Then, he grabbed my wife’s hair and shoved her further onto his huge cock, making her choke and splutter. Despite my shock, I knew she was safe; I knew from personal experience that he is very good at finding a partner's limits and pushing them safely. He pulled her off his dick, and that’s when she finally noticed me. She smiled at me, and then immediately went back to sucking him.
He spoke up. "Where have you been? I had to keep her company. She wanted to wait for you, but as you can see, she couldn't—especially when my fingers started working her. Then my tongue. Then both."
I stepped closer and stroked her hair while he recalled the events.
"She's a good squirter," he added, stroking her face as my wife moaned. "Had her cumming three times already."
"Go kiss your husband," he commanded her.
She obeyed. As she leaned in, I could smell his familiar scent all over her. She kissed me, and I could literally taste him on her tongue. She whispered, "Sorry."
I looked at her, shocked. "Sorry?" I questioned.
"I had to make a deal, or he would stop eating me out," she paused for a moment, "and he's sooooooo good." She really dragged out the "so." "He wanted it to just be me and him. You can watch, but..."
Now, I had never been cuckolded before. Whenever we brought people into our bed in the past, it was always to share. Now, I was being cuckolded by both of my partners at the same time, and I wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it.
"Come back," he said.
She went back to him and looked like she was about to get back on her knees, but he pulled her up into a deep kiss. Between kisses, he looked over at me and said, "He looks sad. Tell you what—you can undress me while I kiss your wife."
My wife was acting almost drugged up, mindlessly kissing this man who was twice our age, completely oblivious to the absurdity of the request. But I understood. Get it, my love, I thought, I get it.
I stepped in and unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. As soon as I did, my wife ran her hands through his chest hair, never breaking the kiss, never stopping her moaning. Next, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, and he stepped out of them.
"Thanks," he said to me. "Go sit down."
I did.
He expertly lowered her back down to her knees, and she expertly took his hard cock into her mouth. Now that his balls were freed, she kneaded them with her hands as her head bobbed up and down.
After a moment, he picked her back up and pushed her onto the sofa right next to me, kissing her again. He brought his hands up to her tits, grabbing them much harder than I knew she usually liked. To my surprise, she just moaned louder. He pinched her nipples, and she moaned again. Then, he slapped her tits, leaving a red mark. She begged for "more." He complied, slapping her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and touching her roughly.
"Don't stop," she begged. Her moans came faster and louder. Her body tensed up, and she orgasmed yet again.
He turned her around and pushed her down, arching her back. Instinctively, she buried her face into the sofa cushions, looking right my way. He slapped her ass as he guided his hard cock toward her soaking wet pussy. It slid in with total ease. She let out an uncontrollable "Fuck!" as he found a rhythm, fucking her harder and harder with every thrust. She was screaming with pleasure right next to me, while I just sat there and did nothing.
She reached out and held my hand. He noticed, but he seemed to allow it as his pace got faster and harder.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped. As he thrust deep inside her, she squirted, practically screaming as more fluid gushed out with every single hit. Finally, she collapsed against the sofa, struggling to regain her breath.
But he didn't let up. He kept fucking her with even more passion now.
"Don't cum inside me," she begged, in what might have been a rare moment of clarity.
He continued to fuck her and fuck her. Honestly, I was impressed by his stamina. My wife recovered somewhat and managed to lift herself back up, pushing her hips back against his thrusts. Her tits swung wildly with every movement, still red from the rough handling earlier.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me," she repeated like a mantra.
Suddenly, he pulled out. I don't even know how she knew, but she instinctively dropped off the sofa and got straight back onto her knees, sucking his still rock-hard cock.
"Do you like tasting yourself on my cock?" he asked.
My wife nodded enthusiastically, his dick buried in her mouth, sucking like her life depended on it. A moment later, he let out a heavy grunt and she moaned. I couldn't see it from my angle, but I knew he had just filled her mouth with cum.
The Aftermath
He got dressed after that and left the house. My wife smiled at me, exhausted, and said goodnight before heading off to bed.
Right then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him:
"Don't worry, next time it's your turn."