Hello,
Here's what has happened since my wife Jules and I decided to start cuckolding.
I have contacted several guys from all over the net who had similar experiences that developed this kink for them. It seems to revolve around trauma, often with cheating. Many of my old fantasies are still there, but now that we're actively swinging it's impossible to catch her cheating, since she has my permission to fuck anyone.
With that said, we have been pushing more and more boundaries, going down the rabbit hole. I love sharing this stuff with other guys who are ACTIVELY into the same stuff, not just jerking off thinking about it. We’re both bi, so be warned this has bi play.
Julie and I've been together since 2007, married since 2009.
When I talked about some of the cuck play I want to try with our boy toy, he was initially surprised, because I don't look like the average skinny, fat, small dicked or ugly cuck you usually see in amateur content or that he’d run into. My cock is about 6.5 inches and is fat, so finding a guy with a bigger dick was very important. I’m pretty easy on the eyes, or so the female halves of the couples we hook up tell me.
The first night I told Jules about my cuck fantasies, we had been with another couple the night before and I watched her take her first big one. I was on top of her that next night, thrusting in and watching her face. I imagined that soft, feminine face moaning from some strange cock. I imagined that the warm, wet pussy wrapped around me was being violated by a cock so big that she would feel almost too tight to them. I imagined her giving it to them, thinking to herself that it was so much better than mine.
I asked if she enjoyed that big dick she got the night before, and when she started talking about it I could feel her getting hotter and wetter as I thrust into her. She felt dirty talking about it. She told me she enjoyed it. I told her that I wanted to try something new, she agreed.
I asked her to tell me that she cheated on me. Her pussy started to swell, and it was starting to make sloshing noises beneath me. She told me she cheated on me. She said she didn't want to, but that she needed it. She told me that she came so hard because he was so much better. Her voice quivered with her words and she began to cum for me, those little orgasms that you know are leading up to something harder.
I couldn't hold it in, and as I came inside my wife I imagined I was someone else, filling her and degrading her. I was too turned on, though. My cock didn't go soft and gently slip out like it usually does. My heart was pounding and my thoughts were racing, as I enjoyed how good she feels full of fresh, hot cum. I started fucking her again, this time with my cum getting all over me. I imagined that I was fucking someone elses cum deeper inside her, using their lube to thrust my pathetic cock into her ruined pussy. When I came again she came with me and we both screamed, gripping each other so hard it hurt. We collapsed, panting, and began a conversation about what just happened and all the fantasies of mine that drove it.
It was hard to talk about at first (still is sometimes). I told her everything, about how our early experiences shaped this desire in me. About how I spent years obsessing about her cheating, but while I was yelling at her for behavior that I couldn't prove, I was masturbating furiously when alone, convincing myself that it was real and filling in all the gaps, where there was no proof, with little taboo pleasures. I told her that when we were swinging, that I liked watching her being fucked by another man. I told her that sometimes when I'm fucking the wife, I imagine I'm a stranger fucking her. I told her that when I suck someone's cock, I imagine that I'm her.
To my surprise, she was very loving and supporting. She wasn't hurt and she didn't hurt me for my dark desires. Granted, we have always been more sexually open than most people. If you read the two submissions that I wrote about the events leading up to this, you know that we were no strangers to bringing things into the bedroom that straight Christian couples would condemn us for. It was about to get a lot stranger...
She said that she was on board with indulging these fantasies, so long as we discussed everything ahead of time, set boundaries, and were confident enough to stop things at any point if it became too much. She wanted me to find a man, because she was too shy, insecure and nervous. We didn't want it to be anyone we know, because even the swinging and bi part of our lives was a secret from most of our friends and all of our family. This part would be an even deeper secret. She had no preferences, as she was mostly just getting off on my own pleasure in all of this. We discussed bare play, and she said she preffered it as long as we found someone who could verify that they'd been recently tested. She set hard limits at first of: no anal, no open mouth to mouth kissing, and no cumming inside. With all of this to go on, my search began.
There was a sea of horny dicks to wade through. From my own experiences hooking up with guys, I knew that it would be too easy to find the wrong person. I put our info out there on AFF, there were hundreds of guys who wanted to fuck Jules. Most of them were easy to take off the list- uneducated, rude and pushy, CHEATING ON THEIR SPOUSES (yes I have a cheating fantasy, but we refuse to hook up with anyone who's cheating), ugly, too many dick pics with no actual personality, etc. It was frustrating, because every guy I talked to seemed to think that they had a right to fuck my wife and some were very aggressive. Not what we were looking for at all.
Then we found Dave. He reached out to us with a thoughtful first message. He said his hello's, described himself and what he was looking for, and was very interested in what we were looking for and how he could best accommodate. He was a perfect gentleman. Dave is about 6 feet tall, with short hair and glasses. He is very muscular, even more so than I am, with a body that makes your horny or jealous, depending on your sexual preferences.
His cock is about 8 to 9 inches long depending on how hard he is, and it's thicker than Jules's wrist. He comes off as educated and experienced. He works a physically demanding labor job and takes pride in doing things right. He had been with couples before and was very attracted to us as a new couple looking to push boundaries and explore our deeper desires. Dave was dominantly bi, meaning he would allow a guy to suck his cock or he would fuck a guy in the ass, but he would never suck or bottom. We explained our boundaries to him, and everyone was on board.
We set up a date at my place. This first encounter was to be more like a mmf threesome, to see how far we could take it without any of us being hurt by something we "thought" we liked. Jules and I were both very nervous. We kept cleaning ourselves and the house, hoping to make a good first impression. Dave arrived around 9 pm, pulling into the driveway in his car. I was already at the door to let him in.
Dave was just as impressive in person as he'd been online and texts. He was very calm, soft spoken with a deep voice. He was dressed in casual clothing, something that looked nice but could be taken off very easily. He was wearing his glasses and I remember his smile was very warm. We shook hands and made our first in person introductions. I'll admit, I was very nervous and felt awkward. I was comforted by his tranquil demeanor, and brought him into the living room to meet Jules.
Dave and Jules hugged and said hello, and Jules had this blushing grin on her face. She had read our conversation and seen his pictures, but she'd never talked to him. I could see in her eyes that she was immediately attracted to him, acting like a school girl with a crush. She seemed to make only half sentences and couldn't stop smiling or blushing. Jules was wearing a knee length skirt and matching sleeveless top, with her hair down. I was in jeans and a t-shirt, and I could already feel my half hard cock pressing against the fabric.
We sat down on the couch with Dave between us and began with small talk, about his drive over and what Jules and I had been doing in our free time lately. There was a palpable sexual tension, and I could almost smell the hormones and lust. Jules and I put on masks of casual sexiness, but Dave seemed genuinely relaxed and confident, which made him even more impressive.
Finally, I broke the tension. There was a small silence after we laughed at a silly joke I'd made, and at the end of that pause I said "You can put your cock in her mouth if you want."
Another silence. I was instantly hard, as soon as the words left my mouth. Jules blushed even more furiously and smiled shyly, placing her hand on his lap. Dave casually said, "I'd be cool with that." He took her hand and slowly guided it to the bulge forming in his pants. Jules grabbed it and rubbed it, her breath now a deep, slow rhythm. I watched and stroked my own cock through my jeans.
This went on for about 30 of the longest seconds in my life. Jules was touching another man in front of me, and she was enjoying it. I was watching her, something that should have brought shame and anger, but those feelings were drowned in my deviant gluttony. We’d discussed doing this first night with me in charge, directing things.
"Take his cock out of his pants." I said, pulling my own through my zipper hole (none of us were wearing underwear). Jules slowly removed his belt, the metal of it ringing like a dinner bell. She unbuttoned his pants and carefully unzipped them. As she did this Dave adjusted and pulled the pants down to just above his knees.
Dave's fat cock was a foot away from my wife's face. She just said "Jesus" as she looked at it for several seconds. He was almost fully hard and it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Gently, almost as if she were afraid of hurting him, she took it in her hand and began to stroke it up and down. It was much bigger than her hand and her strokes were long and slow. Though he was circumcised, the skin on his cock seems less taught than most, and the skin moved up and down with her hand, the head of his cock now drooling precum onto the shaft. Dave let out a small moan and closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. She grabbed the top half of his cock with her other hand, first stroking with both, then using the top hand to smear the precum over the head of his dick. Dave moaned even harder.
I felt like my cock was about to burst through it's skin, I wanted to grab something and fuck it into pieces, but I knew that I'd cum so much harder if I was patient. I moved onto the floor next to her, watching very closely what was happening. Jules leaned her head down and put the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking the precum out of him. Dave put a hand on the back of her head and very gently pushed her down. She was only able to take a third of it into her mouth, it was just too fat. His thick, throbbing cock was so big it was like her throat was a virgin pussy and he was trying to take her cherry.
After a moment she came up for air, gasping with a string of saliva stretching from her lips to his thick knob. He stroked it in front of her, now wanting much more. I stood up, presenting my smaller cock to her. She sucked my cock furiously as I stared at his, torn between joining and watching. At some point Jules had put her hair back with a tie, but I was so lost in it all that I hadn't even noticed. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and kneeled next to her, and started sucking this man’s dick. Dave's cock has this unique quality to it that it seems soft like silk, even when it's fully erect. I sucked him and tasted the juices that Jules gorged herself on. Jules reached beneath me and stroked me while I blew him. He put his hand onto the back of my head and guided me up and down, making me his bitch.
I wanted to be his bitch. I wanted my wife to be his bitch. This was amazing, but I wanted so much more. I knew that I had to take it to another level. I took his big pecker out of my mouth and told him, "I want you to fuck my wife."
Dave said “Okay”, and stood up. He took off his footwear and pants, his dick flopping around like a flag of masculinity. Jules asked how we wanted to do this, and I told her to get on her hands and knees on the couch. She did, and Dave took his rightful place behind her.
I was impatient, but he didn't want to jump into it. Dave likes building it up, and it's important to him that all of us get off. So he started by grabbing her ass, then sliding his hands up her waist. Dave explored her body. He guided her off of her own hands into a kneeling position, and he reached around and played with her breasts under her top, kissing her neck and breathing in the flowery scent of her dark, curly hair. She looked like she was ready to cum already, but he took his time and went slow. I sat on a chair and watched them, carefully touching myself and trying not to cum too soon. Eventually he reached around and placed his hand between her legs, underneath the skirt. He touched her pussy and grinded his cock onto her backside, with his other hand now gently grabbing her throat and pulling her into him. She quivered beneath his touch, her own body gyrating of its own free will.
Finally, when she seemed on the edge, he forced her back down onto her hands. She was panting, her chest heaving and her eyes unfocused with pupils blown into spheres. He lifted her skirt, revealing her ass. He slapped it and caressed it with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. Then he rubbed her pussy, and I could see it reflecting the lamplight. Her grool was now covering her cunt and thighs. He lathered it around, making sure she was wet all over. He knew that it was her first time taking a big cock, and was experienced enough to know not to go in dry. He put the head of his cock between her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down, getting it wet with my wife's insides. She rocked back toward him, dying of anticipation. He didn't give it to her, rocking back himself to deny her while their genitals still touched.
My wife let out a moan, like she was in pain because he wasn't inside her. That's when he pushed himself into her. Jules let out a long "oooooooooooooh" as the fattest cock head she'd ever seen spread her lips and trespassed in her hot, wet secret place that was supposed to be only for me. He let her enjoy it for a moment, and she pushed back, eager to take more. He rocked back with her again, denying her. When she exhaled a frustrated breath he started giving her more. His shaft pushed its way in, and she moaned again. He slowly chiseled his way in, inch by inch. He was breathing heavier, now denying himself his desire to take her and break her. My wife gave a small, helpless noise with every thrust. When Dave seemed to have most of it in, he pulled back out, until only the tip of his dick remained.
Time stopped. I couldn't touch myself, I knew I'd cum instantly. Jules's mouth was wide open, eyes lost, panting and drooling in senseless lust. Dave had a confident, determined look on his face, and I knew he was about to hurt her.
He pushed his glistening dick into her, all at once. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Jules screamed, and he dived all the way in, grabbing her hips and pulling her round ass against his body. He pulled back out, almost all the way, and shoved in again. Jules started moaning, but not in a way I'd ever heard. As he slowly went out, and deep, out, deep, out, deep she let squeaks and groans escape her lips. When she was able to form some words, she breathed out only two, that was all she muster. She said "Fuck me".
That's when he started jack hammering into her. He was stretching her cunt like it had never been stretched before. Like I would never be able to stretch it. He was hurting her insides and she loved it. He was touching places in her that I would never get to be in, never get to experience. I remember him saying "God damn, you're tight". Jules was a little tight, but not that much. The raw girth of his dick was so much that she was like a virgin to him, and she was giving it to him like she was HIS virgin. They were both panting as he took her, his body slapping against her ass. She bared it for him, giving it to him with her ass hole on display for this much better man. It was like I wasn't even in the room with them anymore. Jules was finally able to form some reflexive words, but it wasn't the usual "Oh yes." Instead, it was "OooOoOooOhh, yeeeEEEeeeess". She came on his cock three times. The first time barely squeeking out the words "I'm cumming". The second two times she couldn't even do that, but her body was clay in his hands, and it was a masterpiece, and it was so obvious to all of us when she came that second and third time. I looked and saw that her pussy was more swollen than I'd ever seen it, the darkest shade of purple and even the inside of her thighs looked burned with the concentrated blood of her loins reacting to this god in her vagina. It was his pussy now.
"Shit!" he said. I snapped out of it. I'd been in a trance, watching and out of my body entirely. He had been trying to hold it, you could tell, but he was cumming for this piece of ass that felt too good, and he pulled out and came gob after gob of white, hot nut onto Jules's ass. SHE WAS STILL SHAKING! Every time a bit of that dick lava fell onto her, she shook like she was being slapped.
Dave crashed onto the couch, sitting and panting, rubbing the side of her leg. Jules fell forward onto the arm of the couch, her ass still up and covered in HIM. I could only stare, heart beating so loud that I couldn't hear much else.
We moved to our bedroom and fucked several more times that night. I took her and he took her. Dave took my wife on my marriage bed, and she spread her legs and gave it to him like it was his prize for being what she really wanted. We all came, time after time.
Her hardest orgasm was when I decided to try pushing one more limit. I told them I needed a break, and was going to get some water and breathe for a bit. I told them that I wanted them to continue without me, that they could do whatever they desired for themselves, and this time I wouldn't be a part of it at all. They both seemed a little reluctant, but they agreed.
I left the room and tried to run as silently as I could. I legitimately needed the water, but I wanted to be back to hear. I wanted to experience hearing someone take my wife when I couldn't see, hear what she sounded like when she fucked just for her and not for me.
When I came back, I stopped down the hallway from the cracked bedroom door. I could hear them talking in low, sultry voices, breathing heavy. They were engaged in some kind of foreplay, and there were wet noises, but I didn't know if they were kissing or sucking or fingering or......
I heard them switch positions from whatever they were doing, the bed squeaking a bit and blankets being tossed aside. I didn't know if he was on top of her or behind her, but I knew this man was about to fuck my wife and it was too late for me to do anything about it. I could hear them start slowly at first, her moaning as he pushed inside her. I heard her whisper loudly "You're so big". This seemed to please him as the rhythm got faster. She was so wet I could hear the sound of her pussy crying for him from down the hall. I got on my hands and knees, and I slowly crawled beside the door.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" She said as he really started giving it to her. The bed groaned furiously, like it was going to break. Slapping noises now, he was hitting it hard. Was he on top?! Was he behind?!
That's when it happened, the moment that I knew we all wanted it now and there was no turning back. The moment that we became what we are now, the moment that she became his.
Her voice broke, like it had never broke before. One pitch, then another. Squeek, squeek, splash splash, slap slap, breathing, breathing. She moaned, but it wasn't a moan for anyone but her. It was a moan she couldn't help, probably couldn't even hear. Then she said, in the highest pitch whisper of a scream that I'd ever heard her elicit, "Oh my fucking god I'm fucking cumming", and then it was just a scream. The scream quickly muffled, like she was bitting his shoulder or kissing his lips, and I knew she was having the hardest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. He was busting her open. Then it became "Huh uh uh huh huh uh uh oh oh uh huh", with each breathy syllable matching his thrusts.
I heard him grunt, and say "I'm about to nut". She said "Oh yes, fucking cum for me, daddy". That was it. She'd called him daddy, something she'd never called me or anyone else. That's what he was now, and they were sealing the deal with their insides. I heard him grunt again, furiously, and I knew he was once again cumming ropes for her.
I was cumming on the floor outside, my cock vomiting the thousand feelings inside of me. I hadn’t even touched it.
I waited, letting them catch their breath. When I heard them start chit chatting I returned, bringing them both glasses of ice water to reward them for indulging me.
We all found out something about ourselves that night. Jules found out that she likes different things in different ways, but she FUCKING LOVES his hot, smoothe, muscular body with his dick that almost makes you afraid of it. She found that it was okay to enjoy this for her, not just for me. Dave found a couple that he wanted to become friends with, not just some bull or hook up. He genuinely enjoyed our company, and he told us many times that he wanted us to try everything we wanted. He wanted us both to cum so much, which we appreciate. I found that it was okay to explore this side of myself. With Jules and Dave there was no shame, except the hot, sexy shame that drives this kink. This was our dirty secret, and I now have a LIST of things that we’ll be trying, one at a time.
We've had many dates since then. Jules and I still swing, but he's our only boy toy that we have over for mmf's or cuck play.
Anyway, hope you enjoy our sexcapades.
Take care and happy cucking!
Cuck and Jules
