A Real Cheating wife

Watching Her Cheat for my first time​

A little background for this, and the ensuing follow up stories. My wife and I lived in a farm cottage about a mile from our town, I obviously am unable to say where but its in south of Scotland. This is a true story, It is part of what led me to what I am today, a cuckold. It gave us both great enjoyment at the time, a good understanding of that lifestyle, and the woman’s need for satisfaction as well as my own. I hope you enjoy my honest open and factual story as this is how it happened (a few years ago I know but as accurate as memory will allow. There may be some parts I have missed or maybe not enlarged as much as the reader may like, via memory time-lapse but as I said its time to get it out there.

The start of my story takes place shortly after we got married. I should have known things would eventually go pear shaped with us, as my wife had never been with anyone else so I was her only sexual experience. We tried various things as you do, oral, anal, fisting (she really liked that) deep throat but the one issue we or rather I had was PE. More often than not I would end up eating her out or finger fucking her to orgasm, due to my inability to make her orgasm by cock alone!. I was no expert lover put it like that.

Anyway there were some guys working in the area and Liz took a shine to one of them a guy called Stuart. A bit younger than us but a great guy, as they all were. Her and I got on well with them, and would often sit in the pub for hours drinking, chatting and generally having a great time. During one of these events Stuart had asked if there was a swimming pool nearby, I said yes there’s two in the area, either at Dumfries or Carlisle. No more was said until later when Ann said to me on the way home would I mind if she took him to the pool as he liked swimming. I was working or something and said sure have a great time.

Now even then I was naive enough to have no suspicions about the two of them going to the pool together, I mean what were they going to do on a busy road, in twelve miles. So they went a couple of times during that week, and on the Saturday I was off to the football and she asked if it was OK to go swimming again. I said no problem, is Stuart going? Yes, she said he likes the pool and shows off on the diving boards, he’s so funny.

Now it has also to be pointed out, none of his mates had any issues, made no innuendo suggestions about his womanising ways so I had no reason to think anything was going on or would happen. So what happened next took me a little by surprise.

We were in bed that night, and were having our usual grope and I noticed her pussy was wetter than normal, and she had shaved herself totally smooth. I laughed and made a joke about her doing it for Stuart, and her face went white. She looked at me and burst into tears, I sat up and held her close, what's up. I tried to comfort her as she burst into heavy sobbing.

“Ive been having sex with him on the way back from the pool” she said.

I didn’t get angry, I didn’t get upset I just said “it’s okay babes”.

She looked at me and tried to apologise saying I must hate her, I said no, no, not at all darling, I find it a turn on actually, the thought that a younger guy fancies you enough to screw you behind my back.

She quickly tried to explain herself by saying, “iv’e never been with anyone but you I was just wondering what it was like with someone else. I’ll stop it anyway”.

I said “not at all, I like the idea of fucking you after someone else has fucked you”.

Then I began with the questions,…

”what was it like?” ……

”was he bigger?”…..

“did he cum inside you?”….

“what did you do?”….

“how did it happen the first time?”...

“how many times has he screwed you?”

So many questions rushed through my head. I just started bursting out with the questions, then took her in my arms kissed her hard before she could answer, I fucked her myself, until I came, even she told me then that my cock was so hard, and that it had felt so hot inside her.

I just said, “it really turned me on”

I had never thought of me being cuckolded before, all I knew was I was so excited at her unfaithfulness.

Then we lay for ages holding each other as she said “are you sure you don’t mind? I want him again please”.

I said I was sure, that I didn’t mind. All the while really wanting it to happen again, and again, and told her “that as long as you tell me in graphic detail you can fuck him as often and as many times as you want, just promise you won’t leave me will you?”.

“No I won’t leave you, I promise!”,

“Why would I leave you?, he’s too young! but he is very good at fucking me. I cum so much when he fucks me”.she moaned softly at me.

Then she told me the whole story of how it had happened. Her top had come loose in the pool and Stuart had been on hand to cover her up, when they left the pool he told her she had lovely tits, and he would like to play with them, so she opened her blouse and as it was dark he just reached across in the car and started playing with them. Now I knew that Ann had a thing about her tits being played with, basically the rougher you were with them the more she liked it. So Stuart must have found this out as she said she had to stop on the way home as she couldn’t concentrate on the driving. He must have thought his luck was in for as soon as she stopped he had got both of them in his hands and really started to squeeze, pull and suck on them.

Basically he had her at that point, she managed to stop him and they drove to a place we used to use when we were courting and she said he started the same thing, working her tits until she said her panties were soaking wet. He had pulled his jeans open and Ann said his cock was rock hard, and he was stroking it in front of her. So she said I just grabbed it, and before she knew much more, he had his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, with her panties having been ripped off and thrown on the car floor. They had stopped long enough to climb in the back and then she said he just fucked me.

“it was so good” she said,

“it had been a real hard fucking he gave me”

And she also said she could feel his cock banging against her cervix it was that big, and had felt totally full.

I was by now climbing the wall as she gently stroked my cock which was as hard as iron, the helmet was so swollen and bright purple. Pre cum was oozing from the tip and soaking my balls, Ann’s hand and the bedsheets. She just laughed and said;

“your sick, your loving me behaving like a slut aren’t you?”

“God yes!” I replied,

“please keep doing it. Just tell me in detail please baby”.

And then I came, it shot out of my cock like a jet, it hit me in the face, it was on the pillows, all over my wife’s tits and we both looked at each other then laughed like never before. I think it was a relief that it was more the bringing out of my voyeuristic and cuckolding side out into the open. We talked about it for some time and I made it clear if she wanted to fuck other men or just Stuart I was okay with that as long as she came back to me, and told me in detail what she had done.

Despite my assurances of undying love, my permission to fuck him or other men she was still a bit hesitant, I’m certain it was her married to me that caused her hesitancy as she said as much on a couple of our talks. However after, several more frank and honest discussions I assured her I was okay with it, and if she wanted to fuck him or others seeing as how she was a virgin and had no experience other than with me before we married it would do her good to try other men. I was a bit naive that this would eventually lead to her being assured I was the man for her, but none the less I wouldn’t have changed anything even now.

Her and Stuart had several nights alone, some in the car but others were at our home, in our marital bed or on the sofa. I was out of the house on some of those occasions, as she didn’t want me watching, Stuart Knowing I knew, or getting caught. I did however sneak home one evening and watch through the window when they were in the living room, watching him with her legs bent over her head and his cock ramming in and out of her married pussy, that was exciting and I had a good wank over that, I had to leave quickly to ensure they wouldn’t catch me but at least I had watched them even if it was from outside.

It did get even better after about a month, when he came over for dinner one night, I have no idea whether she had told him I knew or not, she said she hadn’t but I’m not so sure. The reason for that was, his quick acceptance to stay over after dinner when he knew I had to go to bed early for work next day.

I would be in bed about half an hour, when Ann came in, whispering in my ear quietly asking if it was okay that she fucked him, kissing my neck whilst telling me that she wanted him to stay and fuck her. I said it was fine, I would listen if she was okay with that.

“How are you going to do that?” she asked.

I suggested she leave the two doors slightly open. Ann was a bit concerned that he would get suspicious, as she said he didn’t want me finding out about them (a bit late for that I thought!). After a few seconds thinking about it she agreed, before leaning over and whispering into my ear;

“you are a little wanker darling!”

Before she grinned gave my cock a quick rub and left, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar as agreed.

After a short space of time, I heard her say, he’s sound asleep and that I wouldn’t wake up till morning but we still need to be quiet. However I soon heard the sounds of kissing, and soft talking, then gentle gasps and moans from my wife.

It was only a few minutes later and I could hear, louder moans and groans from my wife. The house was almost totally quiet, just the gentle sound of the TV in the back ground, so I could hear them talking quietly, but couldn’t properly make out what was being said. By now my curiosity, and I were in an aroused state and my wish to hear clearer got the better of me, and I threw caution to the wind. (I intended to fake going to the toilet upstairs if they caught me!) I waited several more minutes then thought fuck it, if he’s going to fuck my wife I want to hear clearly and maybe be able to watch. So I quietly got up, hardly daring to breathe, gently as I could pulled the bedroom door open, and crept ever so slowly towards the living room door. The floors were concrete so no fear of creaking floorboards, just any sounds I made!

I got close enough to be able to peer between the crack of the open living room door, and the door frame and my cock gave a jump at the sight before me. Ann was on her knees with his cock in her hands, (yep both hands!) and was sucking on the head making slurping sounds. He was leaning back and moaning softly,

“that’s it baby, just like that”

I knew he would be enjoying it. Despite the case that Ann had never liked sucking my cock, even though we did do it on a very rare occasion. I wondered if he was enjoying it as much as I did when she did do it to me. My concerns were to say the east abolished quickly, for as I watched and listened to her sucking his cock, it certainly looked like she was enjoying it.

He certainly looked and seemed to be enjoying it immensely, his cock was obviously getting a good work out from my wife’s mouth. He reached over and pulled her head onto his shaft and said

“let’s see how much of this you can swallow”.

I was trying desperately not to groan as I watched her head sink inch by glorious inch onto his cock. She managed about half before gagging. Then he stood up and I saw his cock in it’s full glory, no fucking wonder she liked it!

I’m about six inches fully erect but her lover’s was at least eight or nine I guessed, it was impressive even if I say so myself. His balls were clean shaven, and it looked from my vantage point like he had really big heavy balls, they certainly hung down like two plums in a sock!. (I later discovered this was so, when she told me, as I was laid in bed whilst she was wanking me off! - she also told me that when he came he erupted like a geyser!!!.)

He lifted Ann onto her back on the sofa, pulled her legs up over her head as I had saw that night through the window, and slid his cock into her. She let out a long moan and gasped as he started to fuck her slowly, gently and then harder and faster. He fucked my wife like that for a good ten minutes, playing with her clit with one hand and groping her tits with the other (He had obviously figured out or she had told him she liked her tits being rough handled) Her moans and groans were louder now, and he told her to be quite or you'll wake him up. Ann just groaned and said;

“a fucking earthquake wouldn’t waken him! Now fuck me!”

He then flipped her over, and placed her so she was looking straight at where I was hiding. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a constant ‘Oh’ and her tits swung under her as he mounted her from behind. But as he entered her, her eyes opened as if in shock and to me they looked as if they were glazed over, as she looked straight at where I was hiding. He proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of her, for over thirty minutes (again no wonder she was liking this, I lasted maximum ten minutes, and that was a good day!!)

There was no pretence at staying quiet now, from either of them, as she moaned, groaned and grunted her way to several orgasm’s. He was grunting as well, and telling her things like;

“You like it like this don’t you?”

“FUCK ME!” she grunted.

“FUCK MY MARRIED CUNT!”

“You little married slut, take it, take it all,” he moaned.

He truly fucked her harder than I could have imagined for a young guy. Another five minutes passed all the time I was getting colder and a bit stiff in my legs, although my cock was certainly enjoying the show to much to move. My hand was rubbing my sticky pre cum covered cock ever so gently to try and maintain the arousing feelings in me I was experiencing, for as long as I possibly could without coming myself.

Once again he stopped after my wife had grunted loudly that she was cumming again, he turned her over then put a cushion on the ground, before he told her to lie on the ground with the cushion under her shoulders, and that meant her ass was against the edge of the sofa, her legs laid on the sofa. I thought what the fuck is he going to do now. Well, he lifted her legs up over her head, past her shoulders until her feet were held over and behind her head.

Her cunt looked red raw, her labia were all puffed up and swollen like I had never seen before. From where I stood peering through that gap in the door and the door jamb, I had a perfect view of it. Streaks of their combined fluids were all over her lower belly and around her cunt. Then he straddled her upturned ass, and using a hand placed his large, swollen erect cock at her entrance and slid down into her, from above. I thought she was going to pass out! Her legs trembled and shook, her head lolled from side to side, and her mouth was wide open with a long moan of;

“Ooooooooooooh”

In what seemed like seconds his balls started to slap loudly against her arse, as he built up speed. His inward thrusts, were now making very loud squelching sounds and I could hear above her moans and groans was like a wet slap, slap, slap, slap each time he bottomed out inside her.

I had to leave, I was starting to tremble at my knees watching this young stud, fuck the shit out of my wife. I quietly and gently crept back my stomach fluttering like a butterfly, my cock sticking out aching with the hardness, until I reached the bed, where I lay down, listened to the sounds of their fucking, and wanked myself to orgasm before falling asleep. That was their first time with me in the house but not the last, not by a long chalk.

On one of the occasions after that, Stuart had asked if he could stay over for the night, and we could all have a drink together. I agreed and we sat for a while chatting, me knowing he was fucking my wife, and him, well I’m not so sure he didn’t know but he never once said anything. That night saw me watch them repeat the previous performance I had seen. That was after I had gone to bed, waited a while as I had that previous time, waited until Ann had come in to check on me, before she told me she was going to get another good seeing too. My enjoyment of this cuckolding didn’t stop there that night, it got even better when I woke up early in the morning;

It was the early hours of the morning on that occasion, and when I opened my eyes and realised Ann wasn’t there. I panicked briefly at first, and then almost immediately heard the thump thump thump of the upstairs bedroom headboard. I then knew all was well, and he was upstairs in the spare room fucking my wife yet again. About half an hour passed, then she came back to our bed. I pretended to be asleep she wrapped her arms around me, saying;

“I know your not sleeping darling, feel my pussy it aches, fuck me please”

I rolled over my cock hard already and proceeded to slip easily into her cum filled pussy. I pumped away at her before I came quickly, groaning quietly as I did and then rolled off her.

She said “I do love you you know that don’t you”

I moaned “yes darling I know”

Ann held me close and said “good, cos I’m going to be doing this a lot more often if you don’t mind”

Now why the hell would I, I thought to myself. I was getting my rocks of at her infidelity as well.

“Oh and by the way darling, I saw you watching last night, did you like what you saw?”

I was caught! “yes I did darling. I hope your not mad at me”

“Just be careful. Stuart does NOT want you to find out he is fucking me okay!” she said.

I just nodded and snuggled into her, even if I did suspect he knew already, that I knew, I wasn’t about to spoil a good thing.

In the morning when we got up I was nice as ninepence to him, asked if he had slept okay in the spare bed (knowing fine well he hadn’t had much sleep) that got me a death stare from the wife, so I shut up and went about my normal business of preparing for the following weeks work.

Several more times Ann and he had sessions at our home, but by then I was banned from being anywhere near (for fear of Stuart catching me so she said, I think it was so I couldn’t see just how much she was enjoying it!) It went on for nearly a full year until he finished and had to return to his own home.

That however wasn’t the last time they met or had sex together. The final time (that I know off anyway) was when we were invited to visit friends in the North of Scotland. Stuart lived nearby which meant they could meet up and indeed the couple we were staying with had arranged a meal together with him and all four of us. On the way up (it was an evening trip on a Friday evening after work) The conversation inevitably turned to the possibility of her meeting him for some extra marital shagging.

Ann was a bit apprehensive, as she felt being in someone else's house it would be impossible. I however suggested meeting outside the home if possible. The conversation ended there despite her energetic playing with my cock as we drove, noting I was getting aroused at the possible opportunity to reignite their affair. A handful of hot cum just reminded her how much I enjoyed her unfaithfulness, as I knew she did.

The meal was on the Saturday night, and it went well. I didn’t think anything was going to happen as they never seemed to get a moment together. Our hosts, Stuart and us were still going at midnight, soon after it was however decided it was time for bed. Eventually Stuart left, saying how much he had enjoyed catching up and hoped we would be able to keep in touch.

Once he was gone, our hosts, who were staying in a friends flat downstairs, (it was just a small one bed flat they had)excused themselves and we were alone.

I was about to get into bed when she looked at me all sheepishly and said; “I need to go, but I'm scared I will get caught by our friends”.

I said “just be quiet and take care going out”.

So off she went, I lay there thinking all sorts of horny, filthy thoughts and playing with my cock. It was nearly three am when she returned, I was almost asleep, when I heard the door to the flat open. She came into the bedroom and stripped off, I could see a couple of Hickeys on her neck and tits.

“I see you got a good seeing to again dear!” I said.

“Oh didn’t I just” she said.

“He fucked me over the bonnet of his car in the middle of a back road lay-by he dumped two loads of cum inside my pussy, look!”

She held her pussy lips open for me to see.

“it was so exciting especially thinking we might get caught I came really hard as well”.

Then she laughed and said;

“I told him, he now knows you know iv’e been fucking him”.

“What did he say?” I asked,

“All he wanted to know was were you mad at him, I told him no that you loved it!”

Before she could say anything I lifted her legs up and crawled between her thighs. The smell of sex was strong and before I could stop myself, I dove right into her ravaged pussy and started sucking her lovers cum out of her pussy.

“NO, don’t!” she cried

“I want to” I mumbled.

Greedily lapping and sucking at her pussy until she came in my mouth. I kept eating her out, until I was sure I had got as much of his spunk from inside her as I could.

I got so aroused from eating another man’s spunk from my wife’s pussy, that I shot my load all over the floor as I was laid out between her legs. My bottom half lying had been hanging over the edge of bed. my feet planted on the floor. It was then that she said something that I had realised myself a fair time before but even more so waiting in bed for my unfaithful wife earlier.

“Your a cuckold darling, a real cuckold!”

With that she pulled my head into her pussy even further,

“make sure you get it all”

When I had finished cleaning her slutty pussy, he had gone to clean up in the en suite, upon her return she said;

“I can see you've made a mess, we cant leave that for our hosts!”

So she made me get up, kneel on the floor and clean up my own spunk off the floor, as she held my head down ensuring I didn’t miss a drop. It was so hot, I almost came again at being forced to eat my own cum, I realised I was now a true full on cuckold and I couldn’t have been happier.

We left on the Sunday afternoon, but not before she and Stuart had met one final time, where he fucked her again ‘a quickie he said! Two bloody hours for fucks sake’ I was sat waiting on him bringing her back, to the roadside lay-by I was sat in. He had looked at me and smiled at me, Knowing full well I knew and that he had been for a full year her ‘Bull’.

That was the last time he and her met to my knowledge, but being her cuckold, I cant be totally sure. But at least I now knew my rightful place in our relationship, which went on for some several years more. Those memoires are for a further day.

Hope you enjoyed my true story of sliding into cuckoldry. I know I did and did so for a few years after this, if you like this I will continue with her infidelity in the next lover she took.

Part 2 of a cheating wife to follow.

I hope the first part of my true story on my introduction to being a cuckold husband was okay. I am not a professional writer I just put it down as I remembered it. This part follows on to the next time I fond out she was cheating and cuckolding me this time behind my back. By this time we had two children, both girls and oldest was four, youngest just a baby. It had been almost four years since the affair with Stuart. (The oldest was definitely mine though!, but at the time I did wonder. However since then it has been obvious it was mine)

This part has no visual input, as I was never visually witness to their couplings. This was just what I was told and conversations we held, once I did discover she was having another affair out with my knowledge. I hope it doesn't disappoint. I am only trying to show how my route to who and what I am today was reached. These parts of my / our life lead to a conclusion in what will be part three. So please bear with me if it is not up to standard of other stories.



Paul was his name, and Ann had been seeing him for several weeks when I became aware of her new infidelity. The time had come for a change of job for her, she had become disillusioned by the hotel industry (having been a waitress in the previous part of this story) now she had obtained a job in the offices of the road construction that the then new motorway was taking. The offices she worked at were close to home so easily accessed, and the money was good.

At first, she was pretty regular with homecoming times, then they started to vary, just an odd night then a couple more then it seemed to be almost every night it was an hour or more late arrival for tea, or to see the kids before bed. I was unemployed at the time so had just assumed overtime was available and she was taking it. We had mobiles by then so it was usually a call to say she was going to be late she was working late or something to do with the job.

I managed to find out almost by accident, as I said I was unemployed at the time, and so was cooking, cleaning child minding, meal preparation, etc., etc. Nothing wrong with that I actually enjoyed it. I was doing a washing one day when I happened to pick up one of her work trousers and a piece of paper fell out. I almost just threw it away but my inquisitiveness made me open it and that’s when I discovered what she had really been up to.

“hi sexy, just a quick note to say I had a great time last night, Your pussy was so wet and welcoming I even had to wank myself off again when I got to my digs. Can we do it again soon PLEASE?!”

It had been written on paper with the engineer's name on it ‘Paul’ I wont give his second name as he was also married and I don’t wish to cause any problems. At the time he was obviously missing his wife as they were away from home for weeks on end. He came from Glasgow, and I had met him also whilst collecting my wife a couple of times at her work.

I had a wicked grin to myself and muttered ‘bloody knew it, wee bitch is getting fed cock again from another man! I wasn’t angry just excited once again knowing some man had found my wife sexy enough to chance to get off with her knowing she was married with kids as well. I waited until we were in bed that night, and snuggled up to her and said “you have something you want to tell me sweetheart?” and grinned at her as she looked at me with what looked like shock and attempted denial of her guilt at the same time.

“No, don’t think so dear, why?”

“Oh, nothing just wondered how Paul was these days?”

“Paul! Why what's the reason for asking?”

“Oh wondered if he had found some slut to fuck”

“You bastard you know don’t you!” she said almost embarrassingly.

“Yep, I know honey, you should really destroy the wee love notes if you don’t want me to find out”

“Ah I see, I must have forgotten about that one”

“Is it just Paul or is everyone getting some of your ass down there?”

“What the fuck! I'm not a fucking cheap whore!” She yelled

“I never thought for a minute you were,” I said loudly,

“But if Paul’s fucking you why not tell me? I've told you before I don’t mind and I get off on that stuff!”

“Yeah well, maybe I didn’t want to tell you seeing as how you're unemployed and basically a househusband. I didn’t want to rub it in your face that our sex life is poor, to be honest, I knew you were tired so I said nothing! I'm sorry honey. Your sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m sure, just tell me like the last time, you know it makes me really horny!”

“Yeah I do actually, I can’t get used to you being okay with you letting your wife fuck other men!”

“Maybe I am but, I’ve told you I knew, I was the first, and if you need or want to sow your wild oats now, then I am happy to accept that. As long as you promise not to leave me and tell me everything that happens okay?”

“Yes dear, I’ll tell you, I promise!”

“Well tell me now, when did it start, what's it like you know all the sexy stuff”



Once she had filled me in on how, where, and what happened I managed to get some sloppy seconds after she had told me he had fucked her before she came home and she hadn’t cleaned up as she liked the feel of her cum filled pussy. WOW! It was amazing my cock slopped around inside her cum filled cunt like a three inch sausage being flung up a nine inch pipe, it was loose, wet and messy but I loved the feeling. I came pretty quickly!

Ann said, “Was that too much for my wee cuckolded husband?”

I moaned as I slid out of her and looked down to see our mixed cum flowing out of her red, swollen pussy.

Paul continued to fuck her for several more weeks, then Ann went and stayed in a hotel up in Glasgow where Paul met up with her and fucked her many times over that weekend. How his wife never found out I don’t know because Ann would phone me to tell me what they had done. I would toss myself off and she would laugh as I grunted when I came always quickly.

On one occasion she phoned whilst he was obviously fucking her, as I could hear his balls or his belly slap against her ass, where loud wet sloppy sounds could be heard also. Her breathing was ragged, and every now and then she would gasp when trying to hold our conversation. I eventually asked, “Is he fucking you right now?”

Anne groaned a rough “Yes.”

“I thought so!” panting.

I gasped loudly, then came over my hand before composing myself and then telling her

“I'll let you go to enjoy him then, call me later.”

When she did call back Paul had left for home and she said,

“I'm so sore from all the fucking he gave me. I'm in the bath right now, just relaxing. I'm going for dinner soon, and a couple of drinks then I’m going to have an early night dear. One last thing before I go. Thank you, honey, you don’t know what this means to me. I don’t know any other husband that would willingly let me do what I’m doing and still love me the way you do. I really mean it I love you, honey, night night” and with that she was gone.

Ann returned on Sunday night, the kids were so excited to see her as was I. We had a great night, and the kids were telling her about the wee holiday they had that weekend at Nanna's. I smiled and thought if only Nanna knew what her ******** had been up to she would be mortified and probably disown her, but she thought Ann had been on a training course for her work, at least that’s what we both told her when she picked the girls up. I had enjoyed peace and quiet, a game of footie, and some serious cock tugging over the weekend so all in all we were ALL happy.

The affair petered out shortly after that, whether it was suspicion on his wife's part, or guilt on his Paul eventually got transferred back to Glasgow and they never saw each other again. This was the end of that affair but it was only leading up to the end game, the final event as you would say.



My cuckolding experiences continue in Part 3 of a cheating wife:

This is the third part of my introduction into becoming the cuckold I was and now am, my thoughts, the resulting issues and my part in them. Although this part is shorter than some of the others they all collate to the end result. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.


Paul had disappeared from the scene much to my dismay, mainly because I had not been able to enjoy the voyeur side of that relationship, unlike before with Stuart. However Paul left in early February and it was only the August when things would move towards the ultimate humiliation and disaster as far as I was concerned.

If we go back to the outset of our marriage, I told you of her on our honeymoon crying and saying she had made a mistake. Well it’s strange how certain things in life work out isn’t it. Ann is now with the man (Doug) she had wanted all along, and I had helped, aided even encouraged it without realising what I was actually doing (I know allowing your wife to cheat can have these sort of repercussions, a risk at the very least, but we had always said we wouldn’t part due to her infidelity as it was only her sowing the wild oats she hadn’t when younger (we had been together from her 16th birthday, and I had been her only sex partner until Stuart) so I had never thought allowing this would cause the end result all who try this risk, until it did, and by then it was way to late.

The August is local gala day here and usually the fair is in town. By this time I was a professional HGV driver and going out drinking had long been hit on the head. Now Doug her current partner and I grew up together, went to same school, did the same things, went to football together, drank together you get the picture we were best friends. I’ll get to that later.

We both sat our HGV licenses at the same time, we even ended up sharing the same truck on a double shifted motor. By then he and Ann were screwing each other regularly. This part explains how that happened, with my blessing!

I had a serious accident while driving trucks and broke my back, that happened during their affair. I was in hospital for weeks, two days before she came to see me (after the doctor had asked why I had been left to get myself to the surgery. By now, although I didn’t realise it things were turning against our relationship.

I didn’t even know I had done it until a week after the event, I was really lucky to avoid paralysing myself. It was a long journey back to some normality and it was during this time that it started. I returned to driving for the same employer but in the end we had a falling out and I ended up working with my wife’s lover. Again I didn’t know it was him at that time.

The fair in august was the start, I had said to Ann I wasn’t going out as I was back down the road next day, but she could go out and enjoy herself, who knows some fairground guy might end up fucking you I joked. Ann just laughed and said no chance I’m just going to our local pub and having a drink with our friends, (most of whom didn’t speak to me for years after this went tits up) so off she went. I stayed home spent some quality time with my two girls.

It was late when I heard her come in. I could hear two voices, but wasn’t sure who’s voice second person was. I thought oh maybe she has got someone I’ll wait for her to come to bed. She came up around two in the morning. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I said "Who’s been playing with you?"

"Nobody," she gasped, "I'm just pleased to see you."

I bloody knew otherwise, I’m not stupid. Ignoring the blatant lie, I jumped on her and shoved my cock into her sopping wet hole and fucked her for all I could. I lasted a good ten minutes that night. But nothing was mentioned about Doug until much later on in the affair.

Several months later, another Saturday night saw me in bed and the same result of Ann coming home late from the pub. I heard voices again only this time the conversation was definitely sexual, and then Ann came upstairs and looked in on me. “You awake?” she asked quietly

“Uhu...” I moaned.

“I've got someone downstairs, and they want to fuck me. Are you okay if I do?”

“Who is it?” I asked

“Your best friend Doug!” she said very quietly.

I sat up, “What?” I was taken aback. A few seconds was all it took to seal my ultimate fate months later. “If you really want to go for it” I said. With that she left closing the bedroom door behind her.

I lay there thinking what the fuck, why would my best friend want to fuck my wife. Moments later my curiosity peaked and I crept out of bed. Taking great care, and moving very slowly I crept out the bedroom and onto the landing. I wasn’t disappointed. I could hear very well, as Ann and Doug went at t downstairs in the living room.

“Oh god yes, yes oh fuck!” my wife moaned

“You like that don’t you?” he said

“Oh my god yes, it feels fucking fantastic, don’t stop!”

I could hear loud, very loud squelching sounds. And lots of moaning, groaning and panting. My cock was rock hard and I was stroking it as Listened to what was obviously my wife getting a fucking good seeing too.

“Get on your knees.” he said.

Sounds of movement and more groans. Until I heard Ann gasp “Ohhhh!”

Then I could hear more wet slapping sounds that I figured was his belly and balls slapping off her wet pussy and arse.

“That’s it take it all, you know you want it don’t you!” grunt, grunt, grunt!

“Oh fuck me harder, please fuck me harder! Oh fuck that's so good!” she gasped.

Then the sounds of slapping sped up, Ann was moaning and gasping even louder until she groaned loudly;

“Oh my God I’m gonna cum on your cock, don’t stop Doug please!”

“Got no intentions of stopping, your pussy feels so hot!” he moaned.

“Aaaaaaargh!” I heard her cumming.

The sounds of sex stopped, and then she said “Have you not cum?”

“Not yet, get on your back and put that cushion under your ass cheeks.” he said.

More movement then I heard her say “Ooooh!”

Doug said “It’s okay I've got your legs just relax. Now see if you like it this way.”

Ann moaned out loudly then I heard the distinct slapping sounds again as Doug continued to fuck my slut of a wife.

The sounds of their sex action floated up to me and they were extremely erotic. I shot my load over the banister. Moments later I heard Doug scream out “Here it cums!”

“Oh god yes, yes fill my pussy fill it up fuck that is so good!” she yelled.

It’s a good job I wasn’t asleep or the kids were at home, the noises were loud. I took that moment to return to bed where I awaited my wife’s return. My cock once again hard and ready for sloppy seconds. It was a while before she walked in and slumped into bed, I made a move and she said I’m to tired and sore darling can you wait till morning. I never did get it then as she slept till nearly lunchtime then the kids came home. I was gone down the road to deliver my load of meat a couple of hours later.


The final part of A Cheating wife follows in Part 4:

In this part, I explain what ultimately led to our separation, divorce, and the obligatory aftermath. In real life, it may be fun, but it always has consequences. These became blatantly obvious over the next few months. This follows my wife and my friend into her leaving me, the sex I saw, and the result…. the all too recognizable cheating that leads to wanting something that shouldn’t be but is!

This story contains my continued cuckolding, my cheating wife and my best friend being her bull. If you don’t like the way this hints at the ending don’t read just pass on bye. I have for years now written fantasy and enjoyed it immensely. Most of you who read my stuff know I have a strong leaning toward cuckoldry, big cocks for the wife/girlfriends, etc. But it’s a whole lot different in reality. I felt now was the right time to write down, and tell my true story, my sort of memoir you might say. There are the obvious highs, but when it goes wrong it's like any betrayal even if you do encourage it, desire it, or need it. ….





The day after, the session my slut of a wife had with Doug I left to return to work. I had seen my wife briefly before leaving and had tried to get her to ensure me we were all good. Her reluctance to look me in the eye should have been the red flag, however, she had said she was fine, that it was just a fling. She reasons that before she met me she had been with no other man, hadn’t had sex with anyone bar me until her infidelity with her previous lovers, and now Doug was just her having her ‘wild’ time. Me in my sexually blissful way, finding her infidelity exciting and sexually arousing had no wish to rock the boat. As long as I was able to listen or better still watch, I was fine with her ‘enjoying’ or being screwed senseless by other men, never really bothered me. After all, we were both getting what we wanted. Me my sexual gratification, my wish to see my wife with other men, or at the very least know she was having lovers besides me. Looking back now it was obvious things were getting out of hand, but I was in reality powerless to stop the inevitable.

For several more months, the relationship followed a similar pattern. I’d be down the road, and she would have him up (It took me some time to realize this but it didn’t make any difference, I’d still get aroused at her cheating with my best friend) mostly during the day, during the week, and at weekends when I was home it would occur on the Saturday night, to begin with, when she went for her night out, then it was both Friday and Saturday nights, and latterly it was for weekends away. All with my active and continued blessings, as long as she described in full detail what they did together I wasn’t bothered. Indeed as previously I actively encouraged, cajoled, and begged her to do everything she did. So even if I didn’t like the ending I was completely and solidly part of everything that happened. I'm sad it happened the way it did, but honestly, one hundred percent, if it were today I’d still do the same, it was and still is the sexual kick, the high arousal and enjoyment, pleasure and sexual gratification I got that made me the way I was, I am, and I have as I freely admit to my ex-wife, her partner and my friends, no real regrets. Some may find that hard to swallow but anyone who has experienced this lifestyle for real will understand.

The final act(s) that saw it all come crashing down, came shortly after the most exciting part of my cuckolding, which I enjoyed. At that time it got to a point or place, I wasn’t allowed to fuck her anymore, and she was only allowed to wank me off if she had permission!. By this time I had become aware that I was being a fully blown cuckold at her lover's every whim. Gone were the intimate moments, gone too was the genuine touching, the cuddling, or special intimate kisses. This was replaced by an almost loathing to be with me. Of delayed arrival in bed until I was asleep, of going out without telling me what happened or where she was going. She would tell our kids she was going out for the night and daddy would look after them, and she would see them in the morning. I knew that meant she and he were spending the night together in some hotel, shagging each other's brains out.

This session that I was party to, came one Saturday night when the kids were at her mother's. I was home but wasn’t invited out to the pub. Every one of my friends, I’m sure, by this time was well aware of my cuckolding and my friends had stopped calling or going out golfing or asking me to the pub by then. I knew this because one of them had tried to warn me, and I trying to be ignorant of this supposed relationship, just kept saying ‘no’ they were just good friends. I was embarrassed, but secretly I was sexually aroused that others knew or at least suspected I was a cuckolded husband.

On the Saturday night in question, the two of them came home together around 1 am, I was immediately told to remain downstairs and not to bother them. I just nodded my head, until Anne, my wife said in a very derogatory manner,

“What have you to say to Doug?”

My face must have gone scarlet as I looked at my best friend and swallowed hard before saying,

“Would you please take my wife up to our bed and fuck her till she pleads with you to stop?”

My best friend just smirked at me and said “Sure! You can stay down here and listen to her being fucked the way she needs while you play with yourself. While I fuck her for you! Don’t dare come up those stairs!”

With that, they were gone. I stood there my little cock as hard as a rock, thinking about what was about to happen. I waited almost daring myself to breathe too loudly, I put some music on and sat listening at the bottom of the stairs as they started their sex session. After several minutes of listening to them pant, and moan together I decided to do what I had done many times before. Even Anne knew nothing of this. I crept up the stairs and crawled into the spare room, where I had made a wardrobe for the girls. What they didn’t know was the wall had a crack in it where it joined the door frame in our room and if you peered through you could see into our bedroom

There they were on the bed naked, my wife's pussy had been shaved clean by me for his benefit, and it was in full view. Doug had three fingers reaming in and out of her dripping wet cunt, hard enough for me to hear the wet sloppy sounds.

I could also see from her position she had Doug's cock in her mouth, as muffled moans and groans were somewhat stifled by her sucking and slobbering (I could hear that also) on his erect cock. I did that then, peering through my secret little spy crack or hole whatever! my cock twitched and got even harder, my balls tightened and pre cum started to ooze from the eye of my cock. I lubed my shaft up with my pre-cum as I strained with every sinew to be as quiet and still as I could so that I could see the action before me.

I began rubbing my cock gently, as I didn’t want to cum too quickly, as I had so often done when Anne and I had made love. I was forcing myself to remain silent as fear of being caught increased my sexual arousal and the thought of the situational danger I was in, only raised that level further. Before too long I saw Doug, pull her cunt lips apart and start to eat her out. Anne must have let his cock go briefly as she moaned louder,

“Oh God yes baby, eat my cunt!”

Her choice of language was something else that had changed with him. With me it was always ‘my pussy’ she used but now she was openly sexually crude about what was happening. He on the other hand was continuing to frig her clit with his hand even as he ate her out, making her moan and groan with pure pleasure.

“Suck my cock you little slut,” he groaned, “And do my balls as well I want my cock to be nice and hard for fucking you,” he grunted at her.

“Oh god yes!” she moaned before resuming her oral administration to her lover.

I meanwhile was getting so aroused my cock was twitching, achingly hard, and sore from my continued teasing, but I didn’t want to cum yet. That always surprised me afterward, how could I delay my self-gratification, but when I was fucking my wife I suffered premature ejaculation? Many years after our separation and divorce, my ex-wife eventually admitted that was one of the main reasons she left, she no longer loved me yes, but my sexual performances left so much to be desired, she was fed up with not experiencing a real cock that could make her come from fucking her, and Doug had always made her cum from just fucking her.

As I watched from my newfound secret spyhole I saw Anne shudder, her legs bucked wildly and she came. I knew she had come, as when I ate her she always came the same way, and so I recognized Doug had made her come! He quickly knelt up, took his cock out of her mouth, and slapped it all over her face, rubbing it into her eyes, nose, and face he was leaking pre cum as her face glistened with his juices.

“Tell me what you want slut!”

Anne held his ass cheeks tightly and kept him in position so he could continue to rub his cock over her face and said.

“I want fucking, good and hard like only you can honey!”

With that he pushed her aside and swiveled her around so her head was hanging over the bed nearest to me, I almost jumped back but held myself steady, her eyes were closed and her nipples were sticking out like bullets as she grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs up so her knees were each side of her torso and lifting her head. She almost grunted.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck my married cunt!”

Doug eased himself up onto his knees allowing me a good look at his cock and balls, my first real sight of them. He had a big heavy set of balls, like two large plums in a bag, unlike my grape-sized balls, his balls were clean-shaven and covered in spittle. He had a good eight or nine inches of rock-hard cock which was at least twice my fully erect size. His was also very thick compared to mine, his was about beer bottle thick, I remember thinking fuck she's being fucked by a bottle-sized cock. Mine on the other hand was no thicker than one of her kitchen knife handles. And it glistened with saliva. The big bulbous head was about tangerine size and as purple to point it looked black from my hiding position. No fucking wonder she liked being fucked by him and not me I thought (in my mind's eye) he’s hung like a bloody horse!

He pushed her legs over her head and eased his cock into her, making her ooh and aaah as he did. Once he was fully in he draped her legs over his shoulders, grabbed her tits, and began fucking her like some dog in heat. Her whole body shook, her tits wobbled despite him holding a good handful and gripping her nipples between finger and thumb. Her tits shook like big blancmanges, her belly looked like something was trying to fight its way out of there, and then I realized what I was seeing was his cock pushing her from the inside out!! what a fucking sight, I was mesmerized so much I had stopped stroking my cock and was just watching this best friend fuck the living daylights out of my slut of a wife and I was ecstatic about it. The sex sounds were lovely and loud, the slap, slap, slap of his balls against her arse.

Their combined grunts, groans, and moans as each sought to reach the final point of no return. I thought it would be over soon, much like my own sex sessions. But how wrong I was, after a good ten minutes of fucking her like that he pulled out, I saw his cock shining, glistening in the moonlight coming through our bedroom window, covered in their combined love juices. He then pulled her back towards him and flipped her over onto her front on all fours. Her face was now looking straight at my point of vision, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth gaped open in an ‘Oh’ style and her tits looked red where his hands had gripped them, and the nipples seemed to strain at the tips.

By now I was rubbing my achingly sore cock even more gently, I had discarded my tracksuit bottoms and my underwear, along with my t-shirt into a pile behind me on the bedroom floor. You see, I knew I couldn’t come in that cupboard for fear of being unable to clean it up before Anne or worse still them both discovered the obvious mess I’d make, so I was even more determined than usual not to, at least until I was able to ‘dispose’ of it more suitably.

Doug had now entered her doggy style, and with every thrust, her mouth flew open, she’d chew her bottom lip and gasp.

“Yes, Yes, Yes!” she panted.

“Fuck me harder!” she grunted, and Doug certainly obliged!

I had to admire his stamina and resolve. He was sweating profusely as was Anne as their combined fucking was both energetic and noisy. Probably why they never heard me approach or depart on the few occasions thereafter, before leaving me for good.

Her whole body was being racked by shudders, and I thought her nipples would burst, so hard were they. She had by now been pushed to the very edge of the bed her tits were now hanging over the edge as they shook and wobbled with the force of Doug’s pounding her cunt. Her arms were being held back by Doug, pulling her onto his cock so that she couldn’t escape the pounding she was getting.

Ten minutes passed, and Anne had several orgasms from the loud moans and screams of “Oh my god I’m cumming, god yes oh fuck yes Aaaaaaahhh!”

Those moans echoed over and over again until her body shook her face flushed the she looked like she had passed out only for her to moan and gasp as Doug continued to ride her, from one orgasm to the next, time and time again. I knew she liked it doggy but man oh man, Doug was making her cum like a river, I’d never been able to do that ever!

Once again he withdrew, and pulled her up onto the bed, his cock covered in her secretions hanging off the tip between her cunt and his cock-head, He pulled her back, spun her around onto her back, positioned her with her arse on the edge of the bed (my side as well!) and I now saw her ravaged cunt, it was gaping open so much I could see her cum clinging to the insides of her cunt. The insides of her thighs and her mound were plastered with love juices, gripping her legs he now stood with his back to me, opened her legs wide, pushing her legs spread-eagled opening her cunt even further and without any hands, rubbed his cock all over her cunny, her clit until she was gasping like a bitch in heat!

“Bastard don’t tease. I need your cock back in me!”

He eased his cock slowly and deliberately, still holding her legs wide apart, into her eager hole, I watched mesmerized as inch after glorious inch slowly but surely disappeared into my wife's cunt. Not until his balls were tight against her arsehole did he start pumping it in and out. He began slowly almost teasingly, her gasps and moans softly sounding around the room. Gently but surely he picked up the pace till after about three minutes of this slow build he was ramming in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer. The loud squelching sounds of fucking were clearly and perfectly heard, even above her moans, grunts, and gasps. Doug gave her it that night, and on the nights I was able to watch afterward, he fucked her as I had never imagined anybody with the exception of the porn stars I’d seen in the blue videos, or read about in my men's mags, I used for self-gratification down the road.

I had some really good ones from Amsterdam and Germany as well, gleaned from other truck drivers and the usual ones of Fiesta, penthouse, and Razzle, all in English. I especially loved and got hooked on the stories and images from the foreign ones of cheating wives, or the voyeuristic stories where the man discovered her being unfaithful, they made me cum hard! Most of those stories and images either went into great description or the imagination left it clear what was happening. So with my reading and viewing of said magazines, I had always imagined that's how real men fucked, and gong by their descriptive narration, and the images of these stud's cocks, I wasn’t a real man. I suspected I knew that before this, even if I knew I was supposed to take these images or stories with a pinch of salt, and that cocks didn't really come that big, or so I thought.

I, however, despite all my ‘knowledge’ that these things didn’t really! Happen, they certainly did happen for sure that night. He, my best friend Doug pounded the shit out of my wife that and many other nights, Anne also begged him, pleaded with him, and moaned at him not to stop. As she lay there her legs above her head, him holding them there her hands gripping his sides ensuring he didn’t stop, his cock sliding in till his balls slapped her arsehole, then pulling out (I could see his cum covered cock and balls that were by now literally dripping in her cum and love juices), before plunging with as much force as he could muster back into her ravaged cunt. Anne was by now squealing like a stuck pig I was sure the neighbors would be banging on the door, so made my retreat quietly, grabbing my clothes and making my way back downstairs to await their return. I looked at the clock, they had been fucking for over one and a half hours, and I could still hear them, the music had ended as I came back down, so I went to put it back on, and just as I did I heard Ann groan loudly.

“Oooooooh Yeeeeeesssss!”

Doug grunted, “Yes take it bitch, take all of it!”

I smirked to myself and sat down with a fag and a drink. I finished my fag and my drink, yet still, they hadn’t come down. Several more minutes passed, and I thought where are they, so went to the bottom of the stairs to see if I could hear them getting ready to come down. I could hear them talking then it went quiet, but not for long I then heard the distinct sounds of what was my wife sucking his cock again.

“Mmmph! Ooohmph, Ummph!”

For a short while that was all I could hear. I didn’t dare go back up at that time, but sat there playing with my achingly sore cock knowing what was happening and smirking to myself. The dirty bitch was sucking his cum covered cock. Then I heard the bed start to squeak again and I knew he was fucking her again, I could hear a slapping sound I didn't recognize right away, but all was revealed shortly thereafter. I now knew I would have to see again, and once more I crept up to my vantage point, my clothes stripped off and abandoned on the stair hallway floor. My cock was so hard it was making my balls disappear up inside my lower belly, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to see my slut wife being well and truly drilled, fucked, and pounded yet again.

I wasn’t disappointed, Doug was laid on his back his legs hanging over the side I was watching, and Ann was astride him, her ass lifting and dropping onto his rock-hard pussy pleaser of a cock rapidly. Her moans and groans of pleasure, her loud panting were once again audible above the sounds of sex coming from our bedroom. Doug now and then would slap her arse hard, telling her to fuck him not play at it, her ass cheeks were bright red, each slap making them even redder.

Her hair was hanging down so I couldn’t see much of what was going on at the top half but now and again I’d hear a loud ‘plop’ and then sucking sounds, and finally, Ann would let out an exceptionally loud groan. Ann rode him like that for a good ten minutes then he threw her off, telling her “If you're not going to do as I tell you and stop playing at fucking me you'll need to be taught properly!”

With that, he stood up, walked out of sight, and came back with what looked like her dressing gown cord. And his trouser belt, he tied them around her tits making them look like elongated balloons, before tying the two of them off behind her back. Throwing her face down onto the bed, I could hear Ann whimpering, but still panting like a bitch in heat.

“So make me your bitch!” she groaned.

Doug then positioned two pillows under her stomach, easily lifting her to slide them under her. Then he positioned himself behind her, and using one hand he started stroking his cock, whilst his other hand was rubbing all over her cunt;

“Oh my god!”…. “Oh Fuck!” she panted.

Before long he was using his finger and thumb to roll her engorged clit between them and Ann was moaning like a two-bit whore as wave after wave swept over her. Her body shook, her tied tits vibrated and shook, and then her pussy would almost become enlarged, swollen, and she came several times, yelling out each time that she was coming! Eventually, as he continued he would take her to the edge of cumming, then stop, kiss her all over her back and neck, denying her even a touch of his still fully erect cock even, before returning to teasing her to the edge time after time. Until eventually she could take no more and she begged him to let her cum. He laughed and said

“You are one dirty little married slut aren’t you?”

“Yes! But only for you and your cock baby, I don’t want any other cock or my husband’s cock near me just your cock baby please fuck me I’ll do anything please!”

Doug then pulled her tits free from her bonds, ripped the pillows from under her, placed her over the edge of the bed as before, and gave her what she wanted, and boy did he ever. That bitch squealed for Britain, he fucked her hard, fucked her gently, he fucked her every way but loose that second time. His cock bore into her, his balls slapping repeatedly off her slick moans loudly. It became almost a blur, his cock pistoning in and out, in and out at a speed I didn’t think possible. He grunted, groaned, moaned, and called her all the dirty names he could, he told her she was his, and she wasn’t to touch another cock as long as she wanted him. I realized that I finished putting my cock anywhere he had been from that moment on. Anne squealed, moaned, panted, and grunted as Doug showed her how a cock should be used on a hot-blooded woman. I had to admire him, even if I knew it was nearing the end of my time, that was the night I realized it was only a matter of time before she left me for him and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I was surprised and yet elated at how easily I had come, and so quickly – in the space of that night - to accept the inevitable loss of my wife to a superior man.

They fucked like animals for a good thirty minutes, finishing up with Doug holding her legs once again over her head, pummeling her pussy before pulling out placing his cock a few inches from her face, and shooting at least his second load that night, into her mouth and over her face he fisted his length grunting obscenities at her, ‘calling her a filthy little cunt, a bitch in heat and a true slut’ until Ann leaned forward and took his cock-head into her mouth and drained the last few drops out of him. I crept away quietly as they collapsed in a heap, dressing at the foot of the stairs quickly, before retreating to the downstairs toilet, where I shot my second load of weak watery cum into the sink, washing it away just in time. I had hardly had time to beat that load out myself before I heard them come down the stairs. I quickly returned with a glass of water as Doug and she said their goodbyes at the front door, Ann all but naked, as her dressing gown hung open at the front, they were kissing openly for any of the curtain twitchers that lived around us as it was by now five o’clock in the morning and dawn was fast approaching.

Finally, Doug grinned at me pinched my wife's nipples, and left, Ann walked in stood in front of me, and with utter contempt that only a woman who has got what she needed most can, opened her dressing gown, placed one leg on the chair I was sitting in and said: “Take a good look you stupid bastard, see what a real man can do with a pussy!”

I couldn’t help myself, I stared open-mouthed at her ravaged pussy, with his cum still clinging to her lips, thighs, and mound. I looked up at her as she smirked at me.

“Now that’s what I call having been well and truly fucked!”

With that stuck three fingers in her cunt scooped out a huge dollop of cum and smeared it over my face, I was red-faced, embarrassed, and yet so sexually aroused I felt my little cock get hard again, twitching in my ants so much I had to grab it and adjust myself.

“You little wimp, you fucking liked that didn’t you?”

I managed to nod my head in the affirmative before she pulled me by my hair onto the floor. Knelt over me and ground her abused cunt into my face.

“Eat it up you little bitch, clean a real man’s cum out of my cunt and do it properly or else!”

Knowing that ‘or else’ probably meant some form of painful encounter between a foot and my taut testicles! As previous misbehavior had cost me, I did as I was ordered. I didn’t once hesitate. I lapped and sucked, and gorged myself on their combined love fluids. I gripped her thighs tightly, ensuring she couldn’t move away from my eagerly administered tongue-and-mouth actions. My cock was so hard and then I felt it twitch and something more came out of it. Anne laughed and instead of doing nothing she used her hand and fingers to clean my little cock up and fed my cum to me by pushing her fingers between my mouth and her cunt, frigging herself until she came into my mouth. My face was covered when she eventually stood up, my belly, throat, and mouth filled with Doug’s cum, her cum also, and I recall thinking ‘fuck that was so good!’ little did I realize how much that one evening changed everything.

Eight weeks later, after I had experienced my voyeuristic passion on several more occasions, Anne got up after yet another night of seriously hard fucking, walked out, and didn’t come back until early the next morning when they both arrived back saying she wanted me to leave, as she needed the house for the girls and her. Me being the soft wimp, did as she bid, walking out at eleven o clock and he moved in at twelve. They eventually moved out and into a house in the country, where they stayed until both girls left home. I still got to see my girls, where Ann would take great pleasure in whispering to me at every opportunity, how much cock she was getting when I picked them up for daddy time. Knowing full well I’d be beating myself off at night thinking of them.



I hope you have enjoyed my recount of my life as a cuckold, what made me one, what I wanted, what I got out of it and the pleasure and sexual gratification I was allowed. I don't regret it I'd do the same again, without hesitation. Only those who have experienced that lifestyle can explain the sheer feeling of pleasure, lust, desire, and feelings that come with a cuckolding experience. Not everyone's cuckold life experiences end in divorce, but mine did, no excuses, no wish to make myself into a martyr just a telling of my story as it happened. Thanks for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy my stories going forward.