She’s giving him a gift. It is the ultimate act of generosity, to perform for him this way, to allow him to watch her in this most intimate act of making love to another man.
I remember the first time I watched my wife getting fucked.
“She really would do ANYTHING for me,” I thought, as I stroked my dick and watched this stranger pounding my cute wife Belinda from behind. “Anything.”
But let’s back up. I know, you see her there, the way I saw her, naked on the bed in the hotel room, and this other man’s big dick going inside her. She’s about to cum, actually, I can hear from her moans. She’s loving it so much.
But when I first suggested the idea of cuckolding me, she was shocked.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she said. “Ever again. Do you understand me?”
Sure…sure. I could see that she was very angry with me for even thinking about something so disgusting. Her having sex with another man? Whoever heard of such a thing? A wife with another man who is not her husband? Outrageous.
Only a few months later we were at a party and she was flirting it up pretty heavily with another guy, a handsome stud with a red beard. I loved watching from across the room. Do you know what a woman does when she feels comfortable and attracted to a man? She puts her hand on his arm, or his shoulder, or his back. That’s what she was doing. I could see it. And I got a massive boner.
Later that night when we got home to bed, I said, “Do you like my red beard?” And she knew what I meant. That I wanted to role play her fucking this new red beard guy.
“Yes,” she said, “it’s very sexy.”
She was getting into the swing of things; this woman who only a few months ago was horrified at the thought, was soon letting me fuck her as the “red beard” guy, and she was calling out his name, not mine. “Rod! Give me your Rod! I love it.”
Yeah, his name was Rod.
Anyhow. We did a bunch of that for a while, and soon I had her convinced we should take the plunge and do it in real life.
We found a guy on the internet who was supposedly an experienced “bull.” That’s what the guys who fuck the wives are called. He was handsome, about our age, and fit as a fiddle. Kind of guy who spends a lot of time in the gym.
We asked for dick pics. We were not disappointed.
It’s not that I am small or anything, but if we were going to spend all this effort setting something up, why bother if it was someone my exact size.
This guy Cliff was about seven inches and thicker than me. My wife bit her lip when she looked at the pic. I guess she was imagining that big thing going inside her and she was turned on.
We fucked pretty hard that night, with all the excitement of making the decision. We were turned on like crazy for each other.
I held her so tight and almost cried with her that night, because I was struck by her generosity in being willing to take this chance for me. She knew how happy it was going to make me. Luckily, she had found a way to make herself happy with the whole thing. It was exciting for her too, I could tell.
Look, monogamy is monotony, eventually. I don’t care who you are. And cuckolding is a bullet train out of monotony and into the greatest excitement of your life, trust me.
The moment your wife agrees, you will begin this transformation. You feel lucky. Luckier than you’ve ever felt. You feel blessed. And so grateful to your wife, and to the universe, for getting past that original resistance and giving the go ahead to sexual adventure.
Now you are in a state of constant excitement as the hours and days pass until the appointed time, and your wife meets her bull for the first time.
You are involved in a truly great adventure.
finally the big night arrives
Cliff came over to our condo at around ten that night.
My heart was pounding, and I’m sure Belinda’s was too. She was all done up like she was going to a big wedding party or something, in a sexy red dress, with her hair all perfect and her makeup looking very supermodel. She had her sexy feet in those expensive shoes she had bought just for the occasion. Oh, and I knew what kind of sexy underwear she had on underneath all that. I had watched her getting ready earlier, in a state of disbelief. Was my wife really doing all this for me? Was she going to go through with it? I felt like one lucky son of a bitch, that’s for certain.
I need to respect my wife’s privacy, so I won’t go into all the details of what happened next.
What I’d like you to do, would-be cuckold guys, is to imagine that finally your wife or girlfriend is going to give you what you want.
She’s all dressed up and looking so goddamn beautiful you want to cry.
The bull arrives.
Pleasantries and some wine ensue.
Then, without warning, he stands up, goes over to her, takes her hand, and stands her up. He kisses her.
She responds.
You respond — erection if you didn’t already have one!
He unties that little strap on the back of your wife’s dress and pulls it down from the shoulders.
YOU WATCH AS YOUR WIFE’S DRESS FALLS OFF HER TO THE FLOOR!
I repeat.
YOU WATCH AS YOUR VERY OWN WIFE IS NOW STANDING THERE IN HER SEXY BRA AND PANTIES AND HIGH HEELS.
WITH A STRANGER.
Alright, I’m going to cool it with the all caps now. But from this point on, it’s all ALL CAPS. Larger and larger caps.
You find yourself in the zone of the pure erotic.
In this realm, everything is infused with a certain — how do I describe it — a certain seething and pulsing energy of desire.
It’s better than drugs, believe me.
Your head will be intoxicated. And your heart will be pounding. Your dick will be throbbing. And you won’t be able to resist. You just pull your pants open and start jerking your dick as you watch the bull kissing your wife deeply, and you hear her giggles and sighs as she gets into it.
Holy fucking shit. There he goes unstrapping her bra, and it falls to the floor.
It falls in slow motion, you have to understand. Time is by no means moving at the proper pace right now.
For the first time in your life, you properly luxuriate in every passing moment as the bra slowly falls to the floor. You give life its proper dose of gratitude. Have you ever been so glad to be alive? Of course not. Nothing this wonderful has ever happened.
A stranger’s hand caresses your wife’s breast.
In close up.
Your eyes have somehow attained this super ability to zoom like a camera, and eliminate everything in the periphery of your wife’s breast, as he touches it for the first time, and you hear her moan.
There’s a lot of reverb on that moan of pleasure.
It echoes and it echoes.
Words, words are floating around the room now. They are his words, the bull. Something about how sexy she is, your wife. Yes, he’s talking to your wife, telling her how sexy she is as he puts his hands on her breasts. And then as he puts his hand down her panties, more words.
“Oh yeah, baby, you’re all wet and excited.”
And then a female voice, like the song of a bird. It’s a voice you recognize, but new somehow. You’ve never heard it singing this particular song.
“I am excited, baby,” says the voice.
You look up and your wife is gazing into the stranger’s eyes.
“You really turn me on,” sings the bird.
Then a growl.
The bull becomes a bear growling as he begins penetrating your wife down there under her panties with his fingers, maybe one, maybe two.
“Grrr, grrr.”
And the bird sings a high-pitched song now, not words, just vocalizations. Ah, ee, ahh, oh…you know.
You know that song.
Only you’re there hiding in the bush and you witness this sacred song that is not meant to be witnessed by third parties. It is a song sung normally only in private. But you, you’ve gotten over that boundary somehow, and landed in this bush, where you’re hidden, and can witness everything in all its glory. Nature’s own glorious ritual of coupling.
Then the bull throws off his jeans and his underwear and his t-shirt, and he’s standing there bronzed and oiled and naked with your wife, his dick hard as your own dick. But bigger and his balls throbbing, like yours only weightier.
“Suck it, baby,” he says.
Now your wife, still in her panties, goes down onto her knees and starts sucking that man’s dick.
Loud sucking sounds. Chomping. Slurping. The sounds of passionate fellatio, as you watch from your bush.
“Jesus Christ, that’s good, baby,” says the growling bull-bear. “That’s so fucking good. Suck it harder, baby. Suck it harder now!”
Chomp and slurp and suck suck suck.
He pushes it deep into her mouth. There are moments when you worry for your wife — will she be choked to death by that sausage? These moments of fear only enhance the rest of this pleasure. She’s alright, she’s fine. She looks up at him with his dick in her mouth and she smiles the cutest smile.
Then he takes her by the hand and leads her over to the couch.
“Get on all fours, baby,” he says. “I want to be able to see that sweet ass of yours as I fuck the shit out of you.”
She does as she’s told. He pulls the panties down. They are still there, by her knees, as she kneels on all fours on the couch.
Sidebar: you incongruously remember when the two of you picked out that couch, in the furniture store. Those little things you do together as a couple. Little trips, and little adventures.
And big adventures. Like the birth of your child.
And now this one. Her first cuckolding of you.
Big, big, big adventures. As a big, big, big dick goes inside that lovely woman’s lovely pussy, and as he said, he worships her lovely bubble butt, squeezing it with both hands, as the dick goes in, and he exclaims a shout of pure joy.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah you sexy thing! Yeah! Yeahhh!”
As soon as that dick goes in you know you’ve passed the final threshold. You’ve gone all the way into the profane and the obscene and the forbidden and the totally weird.
And you totally love it!!!
Your wife loves it. She’s screaming with joy as he slowly enters her.
“Fuck me, fuck me! Yes, fuck me!”
The dialogue at this point is rarely brilliant. They are beyond dialogue. They are not characters in a play, after all. They are people from real life. One from your own domestic life. Your soul mate and partner. And the other from “out there.”
A stranger.
A powerful stranger, full of masculine strength and virility beyond your imagination. When you watch him fuck her, you realize, in shock, that you’ve never really fucked her — or any woman! — before.
Not like this.
This is true fucking. And she’s been sent right off the edge of the world. She’s a panting, crazed wild woman, as he’s all the way up in her and pounding her hard now. Fucking and fucking and fucking with such a strength.
Is he ripping her open?
You almost want to call out, “Are you OK love,” when she surprises you with, “Oh, make me cum, baby, make me cum, I’m cumming so hard baby, oh baby, OHHHHHHH!”
And she has her first orgasm. The first of many.
He pulls out of her after her orgasm. She gets onto her back, and looks up at you sheepishly, biting her lip.
“Did you like that,” she asks you nervously.
“Oh my god! I LOVED it!” you say. “I fucking LOVED it. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
And then he fucks her from on top. And she kicks her right thigh up above his shoulder, giving you a glorious CLOSE UP view of that big sausage going in your wife’s sweet pussy. And she starts with the “Oh my god, oh my god,” again as she approaches another orgasm.
Now you want to cum, but you don’t let yourself. You don’t want to cum until the stranger cums. You want to cum with him, as he shoots in your wife’s pussy. And you want to lick her afterwards. To taste her. To taste his power, and her power, mixed and merged.
But for now, you have to hold yourself on the edge of orgasm.
Hold, hold, hold! you chant to yourself, as he fucks her and kisses her deeply and gives her a second orgasm.
Now she’s on top, and she fucks him. And you know this is the position she likes best — even you can make her cum in this position.
And she cums three times just ramming her pussy down onto that hard cock.
“Okay, baby,” he says finally, as he fucks her from the side and caresses her from her cheeks all the way down her breasts to her ass as he does so. “I’m gonna cum in you. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, I’m ready, I’m ready. Shoot it in me, baby. Shoot it!”
And then everything goes blank for you.
For a moment of eternity, as he shoots and you shoot and she cums again, the three of you are floating in a liminal space, between this world and the next, howling with pleasure and spinning in space.
Screaming. Screaming like you’ve never heard before. It’s the type of sound that animals make when they are being killed.
Only you’re not being killed. You are being born into pure pleasure.
Born. Born again!!!
Tears in your eyes afterwards, as you watch your postcoital wife and the postcoital bull, embracing on the couch. And you can see it, that little shine of white, beginning to emerge from your beloved’s sweet pussy, as he starts to leak out of her. And your throat throbs with such a thirst.
“Can I?” you ask; you want to be polite.
“Have at it, bud,” says the bull.
And you’re down there in a flash. Like a velociraptor. You fly to her pussy and you begin to suck, suck, suck, the delicious elixir out of that sweet bowl, your wife’s womb.
That’s when the heavens really open and you see everything. Everything that is to be seen. You see the central force that made the universe itself. The core energy. It’s there, right in front of you, as you swallow his cum.
And you feel like a newcomer to paradise itself. Paradise. At last.
At last…
