Ky_Da wrote: ↑Wed May 16, 2018 12:37 pm
It’s amazing how fast a few months go by, and I have to admit, there was a good stretch of time when I didn’t think I’d update on this site anymore. Wade, my wife’s boyfriend for a time, had gotten himself into a serious relationship with a nice gal, and so we decided to take a break for a time and just concentrate on us. Life has been really good… if not perhaps a little boring compared to the highs of seeing your wife be thoroughly owned by another man’s larger cock.
Deep down, I was really missing the evenings when Wade would come over and turn my wife into a blubbering but happy cum-dumpster. But our relationship has been getting stronger and stronger and our communication is much improved, so it’s been a good tradeoff. I was truly thinking that cuckolding was a chapter in a book that was now closed… then, about two weeks ago, I caught my wife reading Xleg’s stories on this site. She was on my tablet, reading along, with her fingers making small, slow circles on the outside of her shorts over her pussy.
I had caught her red-handed reading and fantasizing about cuckolding me. She was embarrassed and didn’t want to talk about it at first, but after a lot of prodding and assuring her I was okay with it, she finally confessed that while our ‘extracurricular’ actives had stopped, she still thought about it often and has continued to read a lot from this site and from Literotica. Well, damnit if this wasn’t the spark to ignite the whole thing again.
I asked her, “Do you want to paly again?”
She hesitated for a long time. For a moment I didn’t think that she was going to answer me, but eventually she shrugged and said, “Yes and no. Yes, because it’s thrilling, and it feels amazing to be wanted like that by other men—it’s such a rush. But no because I can feel it puts a strain on our relationship. When we’re not playing, our relationship is easier and it doesn’t take as much effort. It’s so easy to lose myself when we’re playing and that’s not fair to you.”
I confess, my own willpower to not give into my cuck tendencies had been waning and so discovering that my wife had been fantasizing bout playing again, my heart—and cock—wanted to burst. I made a decision, and if felt like a dam burst open. I felt light headed even when I said, “I want to play again.”
Jaimee just laughed and rolled her eyes, but then when her eyes met mine, and she saw that I was serious, she sat up and looked me directly in the eyes, “Are you serious, or are you just having a go?”
I nodded, and at that moment I felt the powerful grip of cuckoldry tighten. “I never completely stopped wanting to. I feel like each time we’ve played, we’ve taken it further and further, but I still feel like there’s so much we haven’t experienced yet. I miss watching you experience those mind-blowing orgasms. I miss feeling your sloppy cunt (I purposefully used the word cunt with her) after you’ve been with your boyfriends, I miss wondering what you’ll do next to push the game further.” I watched her carefully as she thought about what I had just said. I could tell she wanted the same thing, but she was hesitant. It took some additional prodding, but I finally got her to tell me what she’d been holding back.
“Ky,” she began, “If we start again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. Each time it’s gotten harder and harder to stop… “ she paused in thought for a long minute, “If we decide to play again, and if we push the game further, I don’t know if there will be any coming back from it—I just have this feeling deep down that we’ve been playing a game where we are trying to jump into the water and only get a part of us wet, but each time we play, we get wetter… thinking about it now, it feels like we’re jumping into the deep end of the pool.”
I didn’t sleep much that night. I laid awake thinking about what my wife had said—I felt the same way—like something significant had just changed, only it was hard to quantify. When morning finally came, I told her I wanted to play again. It took some serious soul searching, but this is who I am and this is what I need.
I leave for work pretty early, so my wife was still half asleep as I was telling her this. But she did turn to me as I was getting out of bed and said, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
I nodded. She turned over in bed like she was going to go back to sleep, but then said, “Looks like I’m going to go have to try to get my boyfriend back.”
Work was a blur that day. I was dying to get home to talk to my wife more about playing the game again, but when I drove up to our house, I found Wade’s car in the garage. And sure enough, they were fucking each other’s brains out in the guest bedroom. I heard the slap, slap, slap of skin meeting skin as soon as I walked into the front door. My wife moaning gave me an instant erection. I dropped by bag at the door and rushed to the bedroom to see Wade’s ass pumping back and forth as he pounded my wife’s cunt while she was on her hands and knees. He was hitting it hard. Her small tits were bouncing almost violently forward and back, the nipple rings a blur. Finally, Wade wrapped his hand into her hair, pulled her head back and plowed into her deeply as he came. They collapsed onto the bed, his cock still fully seated in her cunt.
Wade noticed me and gave me a smile and a nod. If my wife noticed my presence she didn’t let on. I went to the bathroom and rubbed on out, using what I’d just witnessed for my erotic enjoyment. I came after only a couple of minutes.
I went back to the room quietly and watched from the open door. Jaimee was kneeling between his spread-eagled legs, he was on his back, she was working his rod with her mouth and hands, engorging his cock for another round. It didn’t take long and Wade was at full attention, but Jaimee seemed happy to continue to suck his cock. It was obvious that she had missed this by the way she almost lovingly worshiped this larger cock. Wade reached down and ran his hand through her hair. I could tell he was getting closer and closer and eventually he pulled her head down farther onto his rod, pushing maybe half of it past her lips. Her lips. God they were stretched tight. Her eyes were closed as she focused on not gagging. Wade finally released a torrent of cum down her throat, I could see her swallowing furiously but still some spurted out from her lips. Wade was breathing heavily, but my wife continued her ministrations on her boyfriend’s cock; first cleaning up the cum that had gotten away, slowly using her tongue to lap it into her mouth. She then gently sucked on his balls and softly ran her fingers over the large vain along the underside of his rod.
My wife only had eyes for another man’s larger cock. She laid there forever it seemed, simply loving and caressing his cock. They didn’t speak. She eventually got him hard again. My wife. My beautiful, small, petite wife. I watched as she moved up and straddled her boyfriend’s waist, lifted one leg and directed his cock into her cunt. She slowly let herself down and I watched as a giant cock found it’s home again inside of my wife’s tight pussy. She was in pure, blissful heaven. The look on her face was pure contentment. I realized my wife was right. There’s no going back from this. She’s as much of a prisoner to this vice as I am. I felt like I’d witnessed the completion of her transformation just then. She’d once been a nervous, prim and proper young woman who was unsure of her body and her sexuality with men. But now she knew herself. She had now acknowledged that she had deep sexual desires and wanted to have them fulfilled. She had now accepted that she was a slave to her cunt’s needs. This probably reads like I’m being overly melodramatic, but I just can’t find the words to describe what I felt that afternoon as I watched my wife fuck her boyfriend.
The last two weeks has been almost a non-stop sex-capade between those two—like a two-week sex bender. Fuck, here I am again, fully immersed up to my neck in my cuckold life. Two weeks and it’s like we never paused at all. In fact, the games already gone further than ever before. All the people at the CrossFit gym know that Wade is fucking my wife. Yesterday in fact, my wife sent me a video while I was at work. It was near the end of the day and I knew that she was at the gym for her workout. The video was taken from across the gym. People were doing their workouts. The camera panned across the room until it landed on Wade and my wife. He was helping her do a few more pullups and encouraging her to do one more. She completed it and he helped her down, only he held onto her and gave her a deep kiss before he set her on the ground. Oh my fucking hell I almost came in my pants.
I confronted her at home about being so open about their relationship. (I didn’t mention it earlier, but the girl Wade had been seeing for a couple of months moved out of town). My wife assured me that she would be careful that family never found out, but that she was enjoying this. She told me she would stop if I ever used my safeword, but that she was happy with how things are going right now. I didn’t use my safeword.
I have a great date night planned this weekend for us because I’ve learned I have to step up to the plate when we’re playing the game. I can’t afford to stand on the sidelines and always be the spectator.
I had sex with my wife last night after she’d spent most of the afternoon fucking her boyfriend. Her pussy was puffy, red and deliciously loose. I came in seconds.