The Dirty Dozen-my life & times

[Luv2watchher]

I recently posted an essay detailing the circumstances whereby, at the request of my wife and her boyfriend, I agreed to undergo circumcision. An outside observer might find the circumstances of my marriage unusual (even bizarre) and this follow-up essay is an attempt to explain how I arrived at this point in my life and marital relationship.

My wife, Lauren, was quite young (in her early twenties) when I married her. Only four guys had previously breached her defenses and so I considered her a virgin by the standards of the day. Early in our relationship, I made her aware of my desire for her to cuckold me at some future time, and the idea of having two men make love to her (in theory, at least) seemed to hold some appeal to her. Our married life proceeded conventionally for quite a number of years and in due course, a daughter arrived, soon followed by a second. Discussion of how much fun it would be to bring another male into our bedroom enlivened our foreplay but was not followed by any concrete action.

After fifteen years of very happy marriage, I finally decided I had to ask her whether she would actually do it for me (the cuckold thing), or if it was to remain in the realm of fantasy. She was hesitant but agreed to participate in a scenario I had thought up. She would visit an upscale bar alone (wearing her wedding ring), sit with a drink for a while and wait for an appealing guy to hit on her. When a suitable candidate presented himself, she was to tell him that as her husband hadn’t shown up, she might be up for a bit of extramarital fun. As they left the bar together, I would arrive on the scene full of apologies and the three of us would go home together. This venture, bold in the planning but timid in the execution, came to nought and things might have fizzled out at that point if she hadn’t met Aaron.

At the time, we were looking for an investment condo and one morning Lauren was sitting alone in Starbucks studying a map of the city. Aaron, twenty-five years old, tall and very good looking, was a grad student working there as a barista to fund his higher education. The two of them got into conversation about real estate and he suggested she should check out his parent’s condo complex in a neighborhood called Fountain Hills as the units were well-appointed and the prices were good (this was shortly after the 2008 financial/property crash). When she told me about the chance meeting, I urged her to accept his offer to view his parent’s property (at a time when they were away), and while there to invite him to fuck her. I said if it was ever going to happen, this was a golden opportunity.

The visit was arranged but, on the day, she worried she wouldn’t be able to go through with it or that he wouldn’t be keen on a woman older than him (I assured her the latter would not be the case). In the event, their tour of the property concluded with his invitation to try the hot tub. She did, and didn’t find it at all difficult to suck his cock, after which he took her to his bedroom and fucked her. When she came home late that evening, she excitedly broke the news to me that I was finally a cuckold. The following weekend, at a hotel, he allowed me to watch as he repeated the performance. The thrill I got as I gently opened her labia and watched him slide his swollen cock into her was indescribable. I was very proud of her, and so happy.

We did buy a condo though not in Fountain Hills (we still have it) and the two of them had a lot of fun over the next few weeks (as did I) before he returned to college. Nothing further out of the ordinary happened in our marriage for almost a year but eventually we got to wondering if it might be fun to do it again. We ran an ad on one of the commercial hook-up sites and got a lot of response; most of it unsuitable but we did narrow things down to three guys that she thought would be worth meeting. The stand-out guy, Dan, was an Army sergeant (a tanker, as he described himself) about to be posted overseas. He looked splendid in his dress uniform when we met him in the hotel bar. Lauren found him equally impressive without his uniform in the hotel room and he came to attention on her command. They took a shower together (her mother told her never to put anything in her mouth that hadn’t been washed). They dried each other off and jumped into bed; he fucked her; she came, he came. He shortly departed for foreign parts with our best wishes for his safe return. It was really just a quickie but she much enjoyed servicing a serviceman.

Again, there followed an interlude of about a year with nothing of note occurring before the next guy in the sequence, Simon, came into the picture (in more ways than one). He is an acquaintance of mine, a guy who considers himself an artist (and he is) but makes most of his income from photography. I asked him to do some “boudoir” shots of my wife, and he was happy to undertake the task. The photo session went very well, involving a hundred and forty shots over four hours of shooting. Lauren was initially a little shy about doing more than opening her shirt but ultimately allowed herself to be photographed in a variety of reclining nude poses. She became so comfortable with him that Lauren made the invitation for him to join us in the bedroom at a later date so she could show her appreciation of his creative work. Simon lives some distance away so their time together was short, but his work adorns our bedroom walls and the memory that Simon was Lauren’s lover heightens the erotic charge I get from them. She doesn’t allow me to post her pictures for universal viewing but I can send one or two to private parties on request.

The next guy, Phillipe, came to us rather by surprise only a couple of months subsequent to Simon. He was a Frenchman who had contacted us while our initial ad was running and he was now planning a short visit to the south-eastern states. He had exchanged a lot of emails with Lauren (she speaks good French) and she was keen to meet him. There is a historic hotel in the downtown that was the first to get air conditioning when it was invented and consequently was a favorite of Marilyn Munroe when she was in town. It is still possible to rent the Marilyn Munroe room. Lauren asked me to book the room in case Phillipe turned out to be as interesting in person as she expected. As it happened, he was, and we made good use of the charming hotel room. I even bought her a blond wig for the event.

That was a lot of excitement for a six-month period but it stimulated a conversation between my wife and I about what it would be like for me to pimp her out as a high-class hooker (not for real, but as a thought experiment). An older guy (he was a well preserved sixty-four) named Curt who was a (very wealthy) client of hers had been paying her a lot of attention for quite some time and had occasionally asked her to meet him socially. We decided to invite him to dinner and ask him if he would like to be a player in our production. He agreed, and we arranged to fly down for a three-person vacation in a Central American country where the locals turn a blind eye to the strange antics of gringos. He got to spend a night with her and, on payment of a certain sum, do with her whatever he wanted with her. It was the only occasion when I didn’t get to watch (he was a paying customer and he insisted on privacy). She reported that he performed amazingly well (there is hope for the rest of us). It was a great little vacation for us, with the money being donated to an African wildlife charity.

In the next year, year and a half we both got very busy with out careers at a time when out eldest daughter was about to enter college and we had to put our erotic adventures on hold for a while. We returned to the scene when Lauren introduced me to a young man (he looked very young to me but he claimed to be twenty-seven). His name was Michael and she had met him when she needed some work to her computer. The two of them had hit it off, she had told him a little about our marital arrangement, and I guess he was curious enough to ask if he could get to know us better. I got to meet him and he asked me a lot of questions. I could tell he was very keen to fuck Lauren and I asked him, if we were to give him the go-ahead, whether he would let me hold the stem of his penis at the moment he shot his load into her. He already thought I was a rather strange guy and my request didn’t phase him. When the three of us got together he was a touch nervous but rose the occasion (so to speak) and had gentle and rather subdued sex with Lauren, and on one occasion, I was allowed to hold his rigid rod at his moment of ecstasy. This was something I had always wanted to do, and I felt sure I could feel the pulsations as he shot his sperm (though I have to admit my imagination was working overtime at that point).

So, with Lauren’s hotwifing experiences going smoothly, I felt we were getting expert at the task of finding the right kind of guy to give her the quality and variety of sexual experience she deserves. What could go wrong? Well, go wrong it surely did with the next guy. A fortyish lawyer by the name of Ross that Lauren had met through her work. We had a long conversation with him about how we wanted things to unfold, what our boundaries were, etcetera. Unfortunately, he had some misconceptions about the degree of humiliation I was willing to undergo and after one underwhelming session, Lauren and I decided not to continue with him. Let me be clear, there are some humiliations I am willing experience (and you will hear more of these soon) provided it is all in fun. I don’t actually want to feel humiliated after the session ends.

Again, things might have gone south if, about nine months later, we hadn’t met Sean, a blonde, bearded, thirty-something, blue-collar guy we met at a car show (I am a long-time collector car and motorcycle enthusiast). We both became friendly with him and I hired him to do some work on my own car. His handiwork was so good we offered him the chance to utilize his expertise on Lauren’s bodywork. We had a lot of uncomplicated fun with Sean and he even came with us for a week’s vacation in Florida. He had a very sunny demeanor and a very enthusiastic lover, able to reload in remarkably short time. Lauren dated him for several months, some times with me and, with our confidence now restored, some nights without me. Sean had been an excellent antidote to Ross.

On a whim, we ran an ad on a hook-up website that purported to take over personal ads where Craigslist left off. We received an inquiry from and African-American guy, Idris, who lived close to us. Lauren wasn’t sure whether it would be easy for her to relate to someone of a different race but I assured her that race was just a social construct. We met with him and found him to be well-dressed, athletic and very professional. I have never been convinced that we Caucasian males are, on average, any less well-endowed than any other race, but Idris was a spectacular eight inches. Lauren took everything he could give her in stride (and he gave her plenty). Equally importantly, he and I became (and remain) good friends due to our mutual interest on an intellectual level. It is almost three years since we met him and she still visits him once in a while. He is the only boyfriend that she has continued to see after she moved on to another lover.

In summer, that year, we went to France for a Mediterranean vacation. We thought we might meet up with Phillipe again but he was somewhere in the Middle-East on business (he travels a lot) and we couldn’t connect. He did however give us an introduction to a dinner party in his home-town city of Marseille. This was a wife-swapping kind of group which also caters to couples looking for a second male. I was a bit adrift at the dinner party as my schoolboy French wasn’t up to the occasion but Lauren chatted with a lot of guys. The following day, one of the guys, Xavier, phoned us at our hotel to invite us for a day on his yacht. It was a beautiful day with a light sailing breeze and Lauren sunbathing topless. After cooking us an excellent fish dinner on the boat (sea bass) he suggested we stay the night on the boat. This we did with Lauren spending time in both bunks. Her second Frenchman.

On our return home, Lauren decreed that her next relationship would be a bit longer-term than had been usual for her. A married couple we were friends with had amicably separated and we kept in touch with both of them. Lauren suggested it would help the husband, Sven, get over the pain of the divorce if we invited him for a threesome. It turned out to be a very enlightening experience for me. He was definitely into the humiliation aspect of cuckolding but with the kind of humorous approach and mindset I approved of. On one occasion, they tied my hands and feet and blindfolded me wearing nothing but pink panties while they fucked in the other bed. Another time, Lauren thought it would be fun (for her at least) to see me penetrated. Sven obliged by fucking me both doggy and missionary. You really don’t know someone until you do a threesome with them. The relationship lasted for almost a year until Sven met his next wife-to-be.

The current boyfriend, Sebastian – a sturdy financial type, has been with us since the beginning of last year. We haven’t seen much of him during the pandemic but the three of us enjoyed a lot of fun together last year which Lauren recalls as her best year ever for sex. However, late last year she told me that three- way sex was a diversion for her (like playing golf or taking gourmet cooking lessons – lots of fun but not something she needed to do) and if I wanted her to continue, as she was taking most of the physical and emotional risks, I would have to give something up. The “thing” being my foreskin (as per my previous essay). After some deliberation, I decided that it was a small sacrifice to make in view of the benefits that accrued from being married to a hotwife. It might seem strange to some, but I am willing to bet (from what I read on this site) that a lot of would-be cuckolds would give up a lot if their wife would do the deed for them.

There you have it folks. The whole story of twelve cocks (twenty-four testicles) over a ten-year period, and I have her promise that there is more fun possible in the future. I am anxious to hear your comments. As I mentioned in my previous essay, She doesn't like me to post pictures of her on the web but I can share a pic or two if requested privately.

[OOAA]

HOT adventures!!!!!

[tosaintsfan]

Great stuff. Love to hear more.

TO

[tosaintsfan]

Great stuff. Love to hear more.

TO

[NikkiMySunshine]

Such a hot story man! Its inspiring me to start writing during these times. Thanks for sharing! Can't wait to hear more.

[Sailon]

I found the account of your journey fascinating. Do either (or both) of you keep in touch with any of these guys and have you developed any long-term friendships with any of them? Did any of them cause any kind of lingering problem for you? Have you ever got a group of a few of them together?

[Luv2watchher]

I found the account of your journey fascinating. Do either (or both) of you keep in touch with any of these guys and have you developed any long-term friendships with any of them? Did any of them cause any kind of lingering problem for you? Have you ever got a group of a few of them together?

I'm glad you found the story of our adventures interesting. It has been quite a ride for us (unfortunately interrupted by Covid-19). Although the guys are spread over a wide geographical area, I have become good friends with several of my wife's former boyfriends. I seem to have much in common with them, apart from the fact that we have all fucked my wife. None have resulted in any lingering problems. One time, we had just bought a new house, my wife and I hosted a garden party at which five of her exes were in attendance. I was a huge turn-on for me to have all these guys who had intimate knowledge of my wife in the same place at the same time.

[unclecuck]

thank you for pointing me to your story.
loved every sentence of it.
well done.