A Real Cheating wife

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.