Patience is a virtue

[Evil_Smile]

Long time lurker, first time poster here. While I enjoy the questions and discussions on this forum, the story posts of those keeping everyone updated on how their cuckold kink is evolving keeps me coming back. I think it’s time I add to the pot and hopefully if my story is interesting enough I might keep updating. I hope that my amateur writings might also convince my partner to contribute at some stage as well. She has rather extensive memoirs on her journey in the BDSM realm and she is much more talented in such story telling than I am. I can only get the ball rolling and see where things go.



A little about us first…



I’m 45 and have been involved in the swinging scene for most of my adult life. I had two previous failed relationships where I attempted to bring in swinging and at the time I didn’t know what the cuckold kink was. All I knew was that I liked watching my partner with other men. I met my partner (let’s call her C) on a private chat swingers group where everyone was playing with everyone pretty much. At the time I was exploring my dominant side and had been mentored by an experienced Dom in the BDSM realm and C agreed to see me as a submissive. We laugh these days saying that the first time I touched her was to slap her on the face and that’s how we knew it was love. We played together as a Dom/sub and swinging couple for a year before we became a proper couple. Since we were open up till that point we decided to continue on with an ENM relationship and have so ever since.

C is about 5”6, late 30’s, long hair with a curvy figure and an ass you could stare at for hours. Her hair colour changes frequently and can include all manor of colours from the rainbow. She reminds me of my Hollywood crush Romona Flowers from the the movie Scott pilgrim vs. the world. Just like Romona, C has the most amazing eyes and guys frequently comment on their beauty. “Thanks, I grew them myself” is her standard reply. C has a bubbly and talkative personality and has an all round positive outlook on life that lifts up a room. Her submissive side is bratty and she likes a man to take charge. On her profile of one of her kink chat apps it says “I’m that sub who talks shit until your dick slams me so hard it hits my factory reset and I’m like ‘how can I helps you today sir?’”. C has always enjoyed collecting lingerie, Dresses and high heel shoes. Her high heel collection spans an entire wall in our bedroom and I can only encourage these distractions because she does look amazing when she gets dressed up. But I digress…

One of the things I treasure most about our relationship is our ability to lay in bed at 2am and have long and honest discussions about our kinks and what turns us on. The kind of thing most couples never talk about including things you may not even understand yourself. Having someone you can be open about your deepest and darkest desires and have them help flesh out what it is and why you want it is such an important thing in life that many never get to experience and I’m grateful I’ve stumbled across a woman who has shed her inhibitions and judgements. It was during these talks that I began to flesh out why I enjoyed watching her have sex with other men at the swingers clubs and why slowly but surely I would sleep with other women less and focus more on her. At this point we started transitioning from a stag/vixen couple to more of a Hotwife couple and then cuckold. 

We’ve chatted to a lot of men and she’s met many of them. There is no shortage of horny guys but finding an actual bull that fits both your needs can be challenge. Like everyone on here we’ve been through that challenge and I’m sure will continue to in the future. About 3 years ago we started chatting to guy on Tinder (let’s call him B). B is a young (about 30) BBC who is local to our area. B usually comes to see C every second week. He’s extremely fit and muscle bound and I like to think of their relationship as kind of an evolving BF/GF. They don’t chat on the phone much or go out together or stay the night. When he comes around they tend to hang out for a few hours chatting in between love making sessions. Although B is totally comfortable with me being around and is fine with me watching I tend to give them space where possible. Sometimes he visits when I’m away for work or at the office and sometimes he comes when I’m home. I usually hang out in the spare room as C says he stays longer and is more passionate and loving in his love making to her when I’m not around. One thing C mentions to me is when he does finally cum it always a massive amount. She tried to swallow it all once and failed. Later on this year it will be their 3 year anniversary and I’m thinking of getting them a nice hotel room for the night on the coast so they can spend some quality time together. C enjoys seeing him because she is very attracted to him. “I love that he genuinely wants to be with me and always compliments me on my appearance” C said when I asked her what she liked about him. Like many women C tends to have a lesser view of her looks then she should so is sometimes surprised someone like B would be attracted to her. I of course am not surprised in the slightest.

While I am grateful for B’s presence in the bedroom the hunt for something more has been ongoing. As we began to explore the cuckold path it became evident to me that I had interests in some of the humiliation, denial and servitude aspects of this kink and to fullfill this we would need to find a bull that had similar goals. Finding such a bull is no easy task with many long online conversations leading to dead ends. This all changed a few weeks ago when a potential bull cancelled the day before an initial meet and out of frustration I posted an add on a local reddit group. That was when I got a reply from T. An unexpected possibility but a decision I think we both are glad we took a leap of faith on. T is 23 which is way younger than C would normally pick. She says that young makes her think she could be sleeping with a friends son. He also wasn’t exactly the alpha looking type. Young, innocent and almost a bit nerdy. What he did have was a very measured and mature nature about him when chatting. I usually do the initial talking to suss the potential out before passing on the conversation to C and his tone confident but not cocky and was asking the right questions as well as genuinely interested in what I wanted out of the dynamic as well as C. He had been a bull for a few couples, wanted long term like us and was also a Dom (which would suit C’s needs as well). He also had what looked to be an extremely thick cock which certainly helped. C doesn’t like to admit it but she’s been with a few hung gentlemen before and I know does enjoy a well sized man. Her body language during those encounters never lies. 

I showed C the conversation and she mentioned that while there was not a massive physical attraction she was impressed by the conversation and thought it wise to set up a meet and go from there.



I’ve written enough for now so will continue when I get a chance…

[mattyg_2671]

Thanks! I’m looking forward to hearing more.

[Evil_Smile]

Following on from my initial post…

The night in question was upon us and I went through my usual mantra of checking over the house as soon as I got hime from work and tidying up where required. I have found I have a bit of a servitude kink and have taken it upon myself to ready the household when there might be guests. While cleaning C concentrated on preparing herself. Sometimes I might help bath and shave her but that hasn’t happened in a while. I then laid out some options for her to wear so she could have the final say. I usually pick a short navy blue dress with thin straps over the shoulders and blue set of two piece Victoria Secret lingerie set for first meets as that outfit is always a winner. Since I’m that great at matching outfits to heels I let C choose those.



Before heading off to meet T I reinforced that if C wasn’t fully into him she had my blessing to bail and I’d give him the bad news. We plan our initial meets at a nearby pub as most of her play meets are at our house and we are reluctant to give out an address to a stranger we haven’t met in person. Not long after we got there T approached us. The conversations were going quite well and there was a lot of questions being asked both about C and myself before she excused herself to the toilet. I got a text from her saying “While I’m not totally attracted to him the quality of the conversation and his maturity is commendable so you can head home when I get back”. I did as suggested and waited at home. About 45 minutes passed before I received another text, “we’re heading home now. As soon as you left he became more handsy and started asking more direct questions. He pulled me aside and gave me a rather forceful kiss in the carpark. Make sure the heater is on in the bedroom”. I waited at the kitchen table in silence.

Soon after the front door opened and they both entered the house in a calm manner like they were best friends and nothing unusual was happening. Immediately after he removed his shoes his hands started exploring her body before guiding her face to him and they started passionately kissing for a number of minutes. I felt like they either weren’t aware of my presence or didn’t care. The later was confirmed when she motioned him upstairs to the bedroom and on the way asked if I was allowed to follow. “No, he can wait downstairs until we say otherwise”. I heard C mumble “well I guess he misses out” and they disappeared upstairs.

I’ve always enjoyed being denied such things as being able to watch and the one thing that gets me every time is that first minute or two of silence after they go upstairs. With the sense of sight removed you rely on sound to quantify what is happening and in the deafly silence of those first few minutes my mind starts to wander wondering what is happening. Eventually the all too familiar sound of her evil giggle could be heard, followed by a slap and another reaction by her. C is a very vocal lover and has no problems cumming easily and often so I can usually tell when the exploration has gone further and this was the case with T as well. What struck me though was the foreplay noises kept going for a while and after a few orgasms I knew her squirt button had been found as when a guy makes her squirt she starts reacting almost in a negative way shouting “oh no no no”. C very much enjoys squirting and enjoys when a man knows how to push her buttons. I’ve not been one to make her squirt the much so I was glad T could fill a void

This went on for at least 45 minutes before C rang me saying I could come into the bedroom. As I entered it quickly became evident that the bed was soaked. I guess it all happened too fast for C to stop things and grab the squirt blanket. T motioned me to sit next to the bed and enjoy the view. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was being pushed as it had been a while since a man had made her orgasm and squirt this much in foreplay. At some point I was sent down to get water for them both and when I returned he had mounted her missionary and was thrusting deep inside. Holy crap he was thick. I’m not small myself but his dimensions just seemed more proportioned than me in every area. The other noticeable thing was once again the sounds C was making. As mentioned earlier she is very vocal in bed but I’m sure all the other men in here would agree that you can tell by the slight changes in your partners voice how much another man is pleasing her. In C case she gets higher pitched at first and almost sounds like its too much to take and when she is really being pushed she makes a sound that she describes as “a cow giving birth”. To me it’s an amazing change in tone where she goes from high pitch to low pitch and almost sounds like she’s having trouble breathing and about to pass out. C was making all of these noises combined with leg shakes and her hips uncontrollably thrusting when he stopped. That’s when the ultimate happened. She started squirting from penetration. She has squirted by hand before and a few times by penetration but not both from the same guy and not over and over and over.

I could tell C was for the first time meeting her match after 2 hours of non stop play and hearing him ask her who else has fucked her like this made her reply “no one but you Sir”. This was notable because firstly she struggles to be vocally mean to me and secondly she is a very honest soul. Hearing her say that gave me chills but at the same time made my already rock hard dick prick up a little more. It was at this point T told me to come closer and he had me lay my head on her inner leg so I could have close up view of his cock sliding into my girl. “You’ll notice we skipped the condom cuck. She wanted to feel me”. That was the first time I actually noticed that indeed he went in raw. While C prefers natural she prefers to start with protection until she gets to know the bull so it was interesting to notice this choice.

After a little while longer he ramped up his rhythm one more time and let out a deep groan as he came deep inside her, before pulling out and telling me I have cleanup duty. They continued to make out while I went to work on her red and extremely swollen pussy. This 23 year old had been constantly making C orgasm and squirt by hand and by dick for around 3 hours. I always thought reading others talk about such events was just a stretch of reality but here we were experiencing it ourselves. 

After some banter and swapping of phone numbers T was on his way and I found myself laying next to C I the dark with her speechless about what had happened. She instantly said she wanted to see him again and I knew this was going to be an interesting ride.

[trecital]

Liking the story so far.

I always like when there is a significant age difference. If he is much older, more senior and 'commanding', then that works. But I prefer the scenario where you and the wife are mature-ish (45 is mature-ish, right?) and the bull is much younger. 23, as in your case, is good.
In my fantasy he would be 18, arrogant and cocky (but not an arsehole, if that's possible). As a cuck, how can you not be turned on by such a situation?

Looking forward to hearing more, the dirtier the detail the better!

[Evil_Smile]

Liking the story so far.

I always like when there is a significant age difference. If he is much older, more senior and 'commanding', then that works. But I prefer the scenario where you and the wife are mature-ish (45 is mature-ish, right?) and the bull is much younger. 23, as in your case, is good.
In my fantasy he would be 18, arrogant and cocky (but not an arsehole, if that's possible). As a cuck, how can you not be turned on by such a situation?

Looking forward to hearing more, the dirtier the detail the better!

The age did kind of surprise me. While I love the idea of a big age difference she has always struggled with someone this young. I feel like his maturity is the reason she is able to get over it. Well that and his ability to make her cum repeatedly. She has an older friend who on sleeps with guys half her age so maybe this might help C to chase after the same guys.

[Evil_Smile]

The previous meet must have gone well as later in the week I was informed the T would be visiting us once again. He arrived and she greeted him at the door while I waited at the kitchen table. They embraced and kissed for a little while before heading to the couch. My presence was not acknowledged and they began small talk. It's quite a weird feeling not actually knowing if this random man who has entered your house and is becoming touchy feely is even aware of your presence. Of course i know he is but is simply ignoring me but it does make my mind wander and I became nervous to move too much or make a sound as I might then spoil their mood.

At some point T started taking full control and explored her body. I couldn't see much detail as the couch faces away from where I was sitting but I could see her legs as she lay down and her face occasionally when she stretched up to meet his lips. He is a very dominant personality but very calm about enforcing it. I noticed a simple command was starting to be followed more instantly followed by a "yes Sir'. He had queried her on his first visit what she would refer to him as. He was behind her on the bed, holding her arms and feeling her breasts while I was in front of them sitting on floor in front of them. They both were looking at me as she struggled to come to terms with what she would call him. He gave her 5 seconds to come up with an answer and she mumbled "Sir" as I knew she wasn't comfortable with the term at the time. The past couple of days of them chatting must have changed things as she gave that title out with little hesitation now.

With little visual clues it became apparent that he had his hands between her legs as her tell tale moans started and not long after they became louder and much more convicted. Making her squirt is obviously a favourite of his as in short order the couch was overflowing from her wetness. Thankfully we have leather couches as I would have been couch shopping that weekend. Some time had passed and T finally acknowledged my presence by saying I could come closer to get a better view. Not one to pass up such an opportunity I sat at the end of the couch and watched as he brought her to climax multiple times. There is something humiliating yet thankful to see someone able to bring the love of your life to such levels of ecstasy. At some point he stopped and motioned her upstairs. I went upstairs also but ventured into the spare bedroom down the other side of the house. While I love the sensory overload of watching, the denial kink in me sometimes loves being only able to listen and with not so perfect clarity. Hearing the muffled sounds of C rolling from orgasm to orgasm. Hearing T says something but not clear enough to know the details and then to hear C give a muffled reply followed by an orgasmic scream and a "yes Sir!" really makes your brain try to make it's own story line. I've said to C I could easily listen to her play like that 24/7 and still not be sick of it.

I felt my phone vibrate and it was C calling. She said I could come into the bedroom and watch. I was told I could masturbate while watching which I did. I usually feel slight embarrassment about touching myself in the same room but being told i could made me feel more at ease. It's funny how an instruction that kind of takes away your choice helps with doing certain things. T was fucking her relentlessly but in between sessions they asked me why I didn't pick up the phone earlier. I must have missed it ringing and I was informed I missed out on some videos he took of her. The damn phone was to be my undoing this night as not long after one of C's previous bulls that she had stopped seeing sent me a message and while I was checking out what he wrote T saw I was not paying attention and kicked me out of the bedroom as punishment. Mental note for next time. Focus on the important things...

I went back to the spare bedroom and scrolled through the internet on my phone (as well as this forum) for the next hour or so while they continued to play. After a while I heard things calm down and at some point they went down stairs and T left without saying goodbye to me. They had been fucking for 3 hours and when C came back up stairs to see me she looked exactly like a woman who had been fucked continuously for 3 hours. disheveled, worn out, gorgeous! My next job was to change the bed sheets. C put out her squirt blanket this time but it still wasn't enough to save the situation. The spare sheets were installed and we began a part of the evening I very much treasure. A long and detailed conversation of her thoughts of the evening and T as a longer term bull. This was followed by some very enjoyable reclaiming and C even commented that i must have been holding off masturbating as my load was larger and hotter than usual. It can be a challenge but if I can manage to not cum the day before and during her meet, a passionate meet like that really makes me build up tension and I have an amazingly powerful orgasm. Well, powerful for me at least.

The next day would be the start of our kid week so I went back into dad mode and tried to forget about more of the above such adventures for another week. Little did I know that I wouldn't have to wait that long for another chance...

[user322]

Your story is excellent, keep us informed about the rest!

[trecital]

I usually feel slight embarrassment about touching myself in the same room but being told i could made me feel more at ease. It's funny how an instruction that kind of takes away your choice helps with doing certain things.

Yes, being told to do something does take away some of your psychological barriers. It just tricks your mind into saying, "I'm only doing this because I was told to", even though it's what you were wanting to do, regardless.

I always love it if my wife or her boyfriend 'order' me to do something. I particularly like the command of "Play with yourself". The humiliation involved is intoxicating. Plus, there is an implicit message of "....because you aren't going to be getting any pussy".

Looking forward to hearing more.

[Evil_Smile]

Ever since the first meet T had kept up a constant conversation with me which had allowed both of us to get an understanding of each other, what I enjoy in the kink and what he expects of me. One of those expectations was to refer to him as "Sir". Another was to answer any questions he might have about C and if I did a good job I would be rewarded appropriately. We've had plenty of bulls in the past but it was an interesting change to have one genuinely want to engage with me and assert subtle dominance over me while not physically with C. Part of that I think is because he had mentioned he is Bi but I think a lot of it is because the mental domination of the husband is something he genuinely gets off on.

It was a Thursday and while I was at work, C was at home. She usually has a few days off during the week when not working her job or escorting and is usually when she see's B (her BBC bull) so they can have some privacy but I was not expecting anything to happen as it was our kid week and she'd already seen B earlier in the week. I was diligently working away on my Bosses roof to help him out with with some issues he had and I felt my phone vibrate. Since not falling off was high on my priority list I waited until I was in a safer location to look at it. T had sent me a picture. It was of C standing there in our bedroom naked with black stockings and black high heels Looking at the ground. C has a habit of taking pictures so it wouldn't have been surprising if she had of sent them to him but this picture had the hallmark of being taken by another person. "How did she take that picture Sir" I asked. "She didn't" he replied, not giving any extra info. This sent my brain into a spiral and I Looked at our security camera outside the house. There was an unknown car there. I sent C a message. "Do you have a visitor?". After 10 minutes of no reply I sent another. "Is it T that is there?". Still no reply. At this point my ability to concentrate on my work feel apart and I sent half a dozen more messages to here, still with no reply. The thing that really got me as even though there was no reply it was showing she had read them. I asked if I could come home early and it stayed stayed unread before sending a message to T asking if C was near my phone, and then it began to ring. "Hey, so T is paying me a visit and it seems I've got a long day ahead of me" C informed me as I answered the phone. Desperate not to miss out I asked if I could come home. There was some silence and I could faintly hear her ask T. "He said you can come home at 2". In the background T told her to put the phone down so I can listen for as long as I want and they went back to having fun while I hyper focused on the sound of my girl moaning, giggling and orgasming, only for the call to be cut off after a few minutes. It was now 11am and i had about 2 hours to kill at work before heading home. I think it goes without saying that I achieved very little.

After my drive home I arrived in my driveway a few minutes before 2. Not knowing if being slightly early would have a negative impact on what i was allowed I say in the car in silence for a few minutes with the sound of T enjoying her body. Opening the front door the noise level became apparent as they were going at it on the couch. Both were genuinely surprised when I entered saying they'd lost track of time with all the fun. I was immediately pointed to the kitchen bench and floor and instructed to clean up. It seems they had enjoyed a session on the bench and her wetness was all over the bench and floor. I cleaned up and noticed our bed sheets in a pile downstairs along with clothes strung everywhere. My servitude nature went into action and I put the sheets in the washing machine and collected the clothes. The bedroom needed a tidy and the bed was stripped due to their first round of fun. T mentioned they kept making each area too wet and had to move. I put on new sheets and cleaned up as best I could, all while they went hard at it on the couch. I am still in awe as to how this man can continually bring C to the brick of orgasm over such a long time period. They had been going at it now almost constantly for about 4 hours by this time with only the odd break and a shower. Not only that he had only cum once.

When I came back downstairs they both headed back up to the bedroom and T Said I had earned the ability to watch. Both C and T had plans in the evening as well as I had to pick up kids in 2 hours so they would finish their fun and he'd head home. a spare mattress protector was placed on the bed and T began ferociously fucking her. I could tell she was worn out because all her energy was gone and she seemed to just accept each orgasm as it came. I was sitting on C's makeup chair at the end of the bed and because it was daytime the lighting was perfect to have a wonderful view of his cock slamming into her. After about 20 minutes T thrust deeply into her and let out a triumphant groan as he marked his territory one more time for the day and I got to watch it all in great detail. I was quickly motioned in between her legs to clean up while they held each other and kissed. I've always liked a used pussy but the level of puffiness and redness after T is done is on another level. It's a sight that I simply cannot resist. I really don't like the taste of cum but this is a duty I cannot seem to run away from, especially when instructed to. This was the second time I had tasted C after T had finished inside of her and I started wondering what T's undiluted cum would taste like. Pussy juices tend to dilute the taste of cum and I wondered if T would start to push things at some stage and have me clean him off of her. Up till now he had only cum inside of her but I don't blame him. It's an amazingly warm place to cum.

We then sat there for a little while longer giving small talk before T headed to his car with her not far behind and sent him off with some more petting and kissing. After he left we once again had a wonderfully fully long chat about everything that was going through our heads. It was becoming very clear that T was pretty much everything C was wanting and was becoming slightly infatuated with him. Not only was he young and bale sexually, he was mature mentally, as well as a natural dominant who was able to press her buttons and reveal her submissive side. Something I'd not seen her do for anyone in about 5 years and something I know she was yearning for. She told me that she had banned him from seeing her for at least 3 days so she could rest and rest she did. The next 2 days she slept nearly every spare hour at home. I said to T that I think he might have finally been the first one to break her, not that she'd ever admit it. T chuckled at that message and sent a few more pictures from the meet as well as a video of her going down on him.

It's been a bit over a week since this day and although it was our kid free week, C spent most of the week sick as a dog and now we are back with the kids she is still sick with the added bonus that one of the boys isn't feeling well so I don't know when her fun time will start again. hopefully soon. She said she can't wait for the next encounter.

Now that I've got up to date I will keep you updated as new adventures arise. If time allows I might write about her escorting stories although I don't know how much I can say. We'll see.

[Evil_Smile]

Linked is one of the pictures I was sent from the last visit...

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[avid fan]

Wonderful story, topped off with the delicious pic!! Thanks and looking forward to further 'entries'

[Evil_Smile]

I have added some more pictures of C and one of her with her other bull B in the hotties section.

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I will update as the situation progresses. C is still recovering from her flu but I know she is eager to see T again soon...

[aztd]

Hot

[Evil_Smile]

“Do you have plans on Saturday?”

C casually asked me while we sat watching TV last night. I answered that I didn’t because I figured the usual house cleaning and so forth for the start of our kid free we was a given. C lately has been working both days of the weekend so we’ve had little time together as couple. Since tomorrow is a non working day for her I figured she had an idea for us. I asked if she meant during the day or the evening and what she had in mind.


“T is coming around at 11am and I just wanted to give you notice. He can’t stay the night as he’s out with family and friends celebrating his birthday so we figured during the day would be a good chance to celebrate it in our private way. T has some ideas so it should be a fun day”.

There is quite a large list of things we’ve yet to try and I’ve spent years discussing them with C in great detail so she is fully aware of the various paths we can explore. On top of that T has been extremely talkative with myself (and with C according to her) about my fantasies, desires, needs and limits so I’m both eager and uneasy about what the future may hold. He has also encouraged me to write down various scenarios that interest me as I think of them which helps him build a picture of my kink in his mind. One aspect I discussed with him more recently is chastity. While not something I have an interest in experiencing fulltime or for lengthy periods I did buy a cage earlier this year out of curiosity and have tried it on once or twice but not used it “in anger” so to speak. Like many aspects of this kink I enjoy having the choice removed and instead being instructed to do such things as wearing the cage. T understands and told me that if/when he feels the right time is he will let me know but added that if I am to put it on I am to own it proudly so that means remaining naked while wearing it. The cage currently rests in C toybox which has grown to a rather large collection over the years. It quickly grew from an actual box to a multi level makeup carry case with extendable handle and wheel and then expanded more when she bought another one. Now she has two. A black one and a pink one. “His and hers”. I mentioned to T about the existence of the toy boxes early on and he mentioned he is interested in exploring the contents with her but as of yet has not. Maybe tomorrow might be the day…

[elina]

Sounds like this Saturday may be a lot more interesting than the normal cleaning of the house routines

Good luck and please let us know how this went.

Sincerely
elina

[Evil_Smile]

Below is an experiment to see if I can better document the details in a palatable and readable way if I write down my experience as it happens.

“Make sure those kink boxes are out and ready to be used tomorrow and have your cage ready”. That was the final part of his reply to me. T was arriving at 11 on Saturday morning and he gave the distinct impression he wanted to have fun and explore boundaries to celebrate his birthday. He had requested a skimpy red look for C to wear which she had picked out immediately but with an hour to go it had been misplaced. I’m sure it will turn up at some point but now it but it became DEFCON 5 looking for a late replacement. Waiting for him downstairs she was a bit flustered and annoyed so I sent T message stating the fact and took responsibility for the situation. After 5 minutes she headed back upstairs. “I’m not happy with my stockings so going to fix it. If T arrives please greet him and keep hm company until I’m back downstairs”. She had gone lingerie and show shopping the day before but forgot about stockings and the ones she had needed a garter belt. There was a knock on the door…



“Come in Sir. C is upstairs fixing her outfit”. We engaged in a few minutes of small talk. The rain all week was annoying but needed for the plants. It’s starting to warm up again. All the work on the garden has improved the look of the house. At that point C silently slipped back into the room and instantly I was no longer in her lovers attention span. I sat back on the kitchen table as they greeted each other like a long distance relationship meeting again. I went straight into my cleaning mode and found a spot on the kitchen table that was missed and the couple quickly got handsy. One thing C enjoys is being controlled by her bull and I faintly heard him reminding her about needing to ask permission to cum. While I diligently removed every speck of grime from the table 5 meters away the love of my life starting groaning as he went between her legs. It’s funny because I could literally watch her in this state all day but I struggle to allow myself that privilege as denial runs deep in me and I feel I should be given permission to witness such things. Since none had been giving expressly I found myself now concentrating on all the imperfections of our wooden kitsch table. That is until I looked up right at the moment C looked up at me as well. She had been bent over the couch and they were both facing me. C had the overwhelmed look of someone who dealt wanted to cum but was not allowing herself. Her hair was mostly covering her face but with major change in T’s hand movements I could see glimpses of her facial expression. That’s when she raised her head and her hair moved uncovering her face. Our eyes locked an I couldn’t look away. The exchange lasted about 10 seconds but felt like a lifetime. There was a look of guilt and pain but wrapped up in a primal pleasure and selfishness needed to be happy. After a while she was rolled onto her back and they embraced and kissed while he continued with his hand between her legs and her pleading to cum. “Please please please please please” in quick succession was a sign she was getting close, only for T to stop suddenly, causing her hips gyrate. There a quiet exchange and they both went upstairs. “You can stay downstairs for the moment. When a call you up bring a towel with you”. “Yes Sir. This is a part I both love and hate. Now I don’t know what they are doing but I can hear them. Not much detail as C likes to have her favourite Spotify music to get her in the mood playing on our soul system just loud enough to drown out the sounds upstairs except for the louder slaps and moans/screams. This is where the mind starts to wander. It became too much and I found some light gardening to keep me occupied with moans, screams, squirting sounds and laughing all with C’s quite fitting music setting the mood (The Zone by The Weekend).

“Hey can you bring up a drink mate”. It would seem gardening duties were now on hold. I headed up stairs with the drink and afore mentioned towel to be treated to the sights and sounds of them both enjoying pushing her orgasmic boundaries. C’s newly purchased squirt blanket was being put to the test and it seems passing. For those couples where squirting is a common theme I can highly recommend them. Much less laundry needed and the bed is still useable afterwards. I put the drink on the bedside table, noted the fact to T and cleaned up the clothes thrown on the ground and was promptly ignored. Not sure if I was allowed to stay or not I took a chance and stood quietly I the corner of the room as he pounded her senseless. During the motions C told me in between short breaths that if she had to pick she’d keep T’s dick instead of her favourite vibrator. It is a plug in type and has a lot of punch to it and has kept her happy for years so it was a surprise to hear her admit it but I can only agree with her point of view. T then whispered quietly to her that he was about to cum and where would she like it. C chose inside her because she knows its a fav of his. I had a front row seat at the end of the bed to see him thrust deeper and deeper into her, give a long grunt and squirt his superior seed inside her gushing pussy. The motion slowly stopped and they lay there with him still inside kissing and caressing before retreating and focussing on her top half. “Come on over mate, you know you want to taste her”. I didn’t need any more pushing and I went straight in and cleaned up every square inch of her amazingly used pussy. I hate the taste of cum and sex like this but really am compelled to fulfil this ultimate act and the nerves that start rising when I know is coming is addictive to say the least. I spent a good 10 minutes down there and made her cum before being told to go back to the chair. I gave my face a clean and removed my t-shirt as I had been lying right where they had been having fun and it was soaked.

It was apparent that the kink boxes were still untouched and my cage was still sitting there on top of them. Our conversation became relaxed and the kink boxes became a talking subject so the next 30 minutes was spent exploring their contents. A crop was selected and T started exploring her ass and breasts with it. At one point she looked absolutely perfect on her hands and knees on the bed, sucking his cock while he used it on her ass to encourage her to suck harder. This slowly evolved into her laying her back again orgasming to his hands and cock which lead to the finale of him pounding her so hard and for so long that she started just shouting “it won’t stop it won’t stop it won’t stop!” as she had an incredibly long orgasm before he filled her with his second load.

By mid afternoon T headed home and I lay in bed and had an hour long chat with C about our experience and thoughts on the day. It is one of the moments I long for as I get to hear her thoughts and we really grow as a couple. During the chatting I spent the time gently caressing her inner thigh and enjoying the sight of her well fucked pussy. She mentioned it would be a good idea to incorporate such a thing in future times. A fully fucked, puffy pink pussy is a sight to behold. Since I had abstained from cumming for 2 days prior and the anticipation really worked me up. In the past I would reclaim her almost immediately but I have enjoyed some self denial afterward more recently and focussed on the chat instead. She had initially asked to delay the reclaim til the next day due to her being sore but when I asked for a hand job she said she wanted to enjoy it with me and I made gentle love to her.

[Evil_Smile]

C put on her favorite playlist from “The Weekend” and I knew something was up. She listens to them to get in the mood for a visitor. “I’ll quickly make us some dinner and then I’m going upstairs to get ready. B is coming over later on tonight. Can you tidy up the bedroom for me and I’ll prepare dinner”. She’s been with T Last Saturday, a client on Sunday, two clients on Monday and now B on Wednesday. A busy week. She wore her new lingerie she got over the weekend from Honey Birdette. A purple two piece set that is mostly see through lace that only slightly hides her nipples and pussy, accompanied with a matching nightie that slips over it. Quite classy and feminine. One of her regular client she saw on Monday paid for her to go lingerie shopping so she could surprise him when they got together. Now she got to show it off to B as well. B is always an extremely complementary gentleman on her looks so she likes to really dress to impress him as she laps up the compliments with great joy.

I say with C at her request until B knocked on the door when I quietly went to the spare room and waited there in silence so they could enjoy each other in privacy. As I headed to the room I could hear B once again compliment her outfit which was followed with a few minutes of silence with the exception of kissing sounds. The new outfit must have been a hit as guides her stringy upstairs to the main bedroom with any small talk first. He must have been needing a release their love making was very passionate but brief before he unloaded inside of her.

[Evil_Smile]

Round two came after much banter and giggling in the bedroom. This time with a slower build up and lasting a lot longer. It’s interesting how each long term bull is unique in their own way. B is much more of a part time BF that takes charge but in a bit friend kind of way, rather than a bull. It’s been an interesting journey for me with B and C as early on I tried to involve myself as the cuck but have become to realise that their relationship is something that works best with me not in the picture. My involvement is occasionally being able to listen in on their love making and nothing more. I feel this weird sense of being left out but the need for denial spins it into a positive. Combine that with my satisfaction of knowing she is truly getting something I can’t provide and I am complete inside.

B lasted an impressive amount of time going things slowly and focussing on the moment, which by the audio reactions from C, she rather enjoyed. There is something truly addicting about the love of your life totally forgetting about your existence in the moment so she can collect as much of her primal needs as she can.

[elina]

Dear Evil_Smile

Wonderful to hear how you are maximizing your Superior Wife's and Her BBC BF/bull B enjoyment by staying out of their way.
I wonder after B has left, are you allowed to kneel nude in front of Your Superior Wife to kiss Her feet and express how you enjoy hearing the giggles and sounds of passion from them?

Will C provide you with more information at such times?

Sincerely
elina

[Evil_Smile]

Dear Evil_Smile

Wonderful to hear how you are maximizing your Superior Wife's and Her BBC BF/bull B enjoyment by staying out of their way.
I wonder after B has left, are you allowed to kneel nude in front of Your Superior Wife to kiss Her feet and express how you enjoy hearing the giggles and sounds of passion from them?

Will C provide you with more information at such times?

Sincerely
elina

During our long chats afterwards C gives me all the detail I wish to hear although I’d enjoy some denial from such details sometimes.

[Evil_Smile]

Apologies for my silence. I had login troubles and only just recently got back in. I have a story of T's next visit but there have been a few since then that I didn't write about due to not being able to get logged in so the next one will be fast forwarded to the most recent encounter a few days ago. I have also updated some pics on my other post.

"You haven’t ever pleased me like this”. Looking deep into my eyes C whispered as T was between her legs. He was not allowing her to cum until she told me the truth. C’s weakness is not being able to lie and I could see in her eyes that the truth was there. I know she loves me dearly but I also am fully aware of what this man can do to her. Shortly after she uttered those words her eyes closed and she fell into a rolling cycle of orgasms and squirting on the couch.

It had been almost a month and a half since T’s last visit. Schedules clashing regarding work and his Uni studies kept getting in the way. He had planned to come over last month on my birthday while I was away for work but alas it didn’t work out. So it was with great excitement for me (but I’m sure a lot more for her) that T announced his arrival after work.

“Can I pick you out an outfit” I asked her as she was at the makeup table. I was informed he had already picked one out for her. Stockings and a trench coat. Simple yet effective. It was originally required because he was going to meet her at a hotel where she was meeting an escorting client but that booking had to cancel so he wanted to see the outfit choice regardless.

They greeted at the door and embraced for a good 10 minutes while I awkwardly sat at the dinning table before they ended up on the couch. That is where C told me the honest truth previously mentioned. Before long it was up to the bedroom and I heard the door click as it was closed behind them. I made myself useful cleaning up the couch and floor which was soaked from their initial fun all while the screams of delight from upstairs came through the ceiling in a muffled tone. After an hour or so she called me up saying they both needed some refreshments. Entering the room the squirt blanket was clearly soaked and they were both on the bed enjoying some light banter during their break.

“Would like to stay and watch some more” T asked as he started exploring her more. I remembered his requirements and answered with a yes while including “Sir” to address him properly. “Well you’ll need to put that on if you want to stay”. He pointed at the cage on my bedside table. We had spoken about it previously as I’d not used it before and he said he would include it at some point and that I would be required to be naked anytime I wore the cage going forwards. After quietly grabbing the cage I excused myself and put it on and enjoyed the show.

Another hour went by as she became his enjoyment toy and it seemed I didn’t exist except for the odd instruction from T. When they finished I began the cleanup of sheets into the washing machine while they said their goodbyes at the front door. He had a Uni assignment due the next day so couldn’t stay the night. Once again C and I spent quite a while discussing the evening and came to the conclusion that if a cage was to be used then I should put it on before he arrives from now on. She also got to learn how to remove it which I fee will become part of our reclaiming process afterwards. I never tend to last very long during the reclaiming and it’s always on my mind just how much more pleasure he gives her. It always confuses me that thinking about such things only turns me one and makes me cum supper hard but since I enjoy it I try not obsess over it. Maybe I’ll never fully understand why I feel the way I do but I don’t think it matters really. I’m happy, she’s happy and he’s happy.

[elina]

Thanks for the update,

Maybe it is time for you to request that C keeps you locked up for at least some days after every vist?
This way you can learn to demonstrate your gratitude for being married to such a wonderful sexy wife even if you are not able to please Her like Her lover?

Sincerely
elina

[Evil_Smile]

Thanks for the update,

Maybe it is time for you to request that C keeps you locked up for at least some days after every vist?
This way you can learn to demonstrate your gratitude for being married to such a wonderful sexy wife even if you are not able to please Her like Her lover?

Sincerely
elina

Well things have somewhat evolved since this meet. I’ll update as I have time.

[elina]

Thanks for the update,

Maybe it is time for you to request that C keeps you locked up for at least some days after every vist?
This way you can learn to demonstrate your gratitude for being married to such a wonderful sexy wife even if you are not able to please Her like Her lover?

Sincerely
elina

Well things have somewhat evolved since this meet. I’ll update as I have time.

Looking forward to that!!

Sincerely
elina

[Evil_Smile]

“How’s your texting with T going?” I asked C. They have each others phone number and do most of their chatting via text. Something I’m not privy too, although I have managed to sneak a peek once or twice. From what I had seen their conversation was going along swimmingly and quite hot at times. “We chat daily on and off when able. BTW he’s coming over on Friday afternoon.” My tone peaked when I mentioned the good timing since I now don’t work on a Friday and her tone dropped. She had planned for an initially private rendezvous until I came home from work. She knows me not being present drives me wild and was slightly disappointed saying T would have liked some time alone with her. 



It was Wednesday and C was heading down the coast to stay at a hotel with her son for his birthday. I wouldn’t see her again until the day of her meet with T. It was then that I had an idea. We had been chatting recently about our sex life and my consistent masturbation was affecting things so I had given a promise not masturbate for the rest of the year and concentrate my sexual actions on her. With her not being around and wandering thoughts on my mind I realised the cock age I had recently tried might be a useful tool to mentally block my thoughts of touching myself, so on Wednesday before I work I put it on. I had bought a number of different designs after our first experience to find the best one for my needs. I went with the smallest one I had bought. It was reasonably tight even when I was soft and could only put it on when I wasn’t aroused. After chatting with C we had decided that it would be best that I put on the cage well before T arrived and not remove until he leaves so I figured putting in on 2 days before would not only make putting in easier but would also stop me from breaking my promise not to masturbate. So off to work I went and back home I came to a silent house with the uncomfortable nature of the device between my legs constantly reminding me of my situation. This was my first extended period with a cage on and wow what a mental fuck. The weight, the lack of comfort and the inability to touch myself had me thoughts 24/7 on C and what she was capable sexually. I ended up telling C about my decision and she agreed it was a wise choice.



Friday rolled around and my excitement of the experience awaiting me got a gut punch as my eldest son texted me asking if I could drive my youngest son to a group meet on Friday evening as he was being careful regarding his finances. I alerted C of this saying I’d give my son some fuel money so I could be present for the evening. “No, don’t do that. T would prefer some alone time with me. I’m sure we”ll still be having fun when you get home”. After preparing the house I headed to the car. “Have fun tonight!”. I could hear the sarcasm in her voice knowing I’d sitting in my car waiting for my son to finish and wouldn’t be home till 10pm. After dropping off my son all I could do while waiting in the carpark was watching the security camera footage of T arriving at the front door, greeting C and then silence for 20 seconds with the faint sound of kissing. The worst part was the cage stopping me from even touching myself and being reminded of this from the slight pain every time I got hard. T was nice enough to FaceTime me at one point but there was not talking. He had the camera focussed on her on her knees blowing T for about a minute before he hung up without warning.

It was a long few hours for me but I finally found myself outside my house only to be faced with a new challenge. T had specifically noted that anytime I am wearing my cage around him I am to be naked. Since T’s car was blocking the garage I sent C a text. “Can you please turn off the spotlight so I may enter the house in the manner T requires?” The light was switched off and I had to make to humiliating walk to the front door, hoping no neighbours were outside late at night. I entered the house and was greeted by both. He was naked, she was wearing just a pair of fishnet stockings and had a well fucked look on her face and in her hair. Before I got a chance to get proper lay of the land I found myself following T outside. He had put on clothes while I was still naked and moved his car so I could park mine. One more trip out onto the road and I was finally back in the house. Once back inside I went directly into cleaning mode while they continued their banter and more playing. There was soaked towels around the couch downstairs and the squirt blankets upstairs in the bedroom were also soaked. I was to work at getting them to a useable state so they could use the bedroom again. While waiting for me to get my duties done they continued play on the couch. Trying to concentrate on a task while the love of your life is laughing, moaning and telling someone else he fucks her like no one else, all while not being able to hard is such a mind fuck, yet so fucking addictive that you just can’t stop wanting it.



By 11:30 I was invited into the bedroom to watch them play for a bit longer before t had to go home. I watched him caress, kiss and then fuck my lady relentlessly until he grunted triumphantly while humming deep inside of her. He later told me that was the third time he came, each time inside of her while he was getting ready to leave. We ended up chatting for another 20 minutes about how we all felt and I spoke about my cage. We all agreed that continuing usage the cage was a good idea and that we would work on some rules for me to follow. After T left C and I chatted for about an hours about our feelings and the introduction of the cage. I truly treasure this part. C decided that I had been caged for long enough and allowed me to remove it and make love to her. The amazing feeling of being able to get hard for the first time in 2 days was unbelievable, only topped by the felling of being inside her hot, stretched pussy. I was so sensitive that I had to go slowly to allow me to enjoy it fully. What was extremely noticeable was the calm look in her eyes as she enjoyed watching me experience the reclaiming. She wasn’t cumming but had loving look of satisfaction. This was in stark contrast to her with T. With him she instantly started moaning as he entered her, her gaze towards him was of being his prey and his personal submissive toy. I love that we can enjoy each other with such love but I also love that she can enjoy her primal needs with a man who can give it to her.