Your wife had been fantasizing about doing it from the very moment you introduced your best friend to her. As soon as she was alone with him, she decided that the sooner she started fucking him, the better—he was going to stay for just a few days.
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Your wife had been fantasizing about doing it from the very moment you introduced your best friend to her. As soon as she was alone with him, she decided that the sooner she started fucking him, the better—he was going to stay for just a few days.

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When a pregnant wife caresses her belly, she most likely experiences a whole range of different emotions—the vast majority of which are intensely positive. Your wife thinks about how she’ll soon hold her little girl in her arms, about how you’ll be by her side to help her, and about when the baby will take her first steps. But she can’t help but reflect on how much love was in your eyes—and in your hand holding hers—when your best friend came inside her, filling her womb with his seed to impregnate her with the baby she so desperately wanted. You no longer hold her hand when she sleeps with him; you’ll do it when they start trying for another baby.
Honey, your shortcomings in bed doesn’t make me love you any less; having sex with your best friend doesn’t make me love you any less; there’s an emotional bond between him and me, but it’s totally different from the one you and I share.
Your wife had been thinking about doing it from the very moment you introduced your best friend to her. So, as soon as she was alone with him at your house she decided that the sooner she started fucking him the better, he was going to stay for just a few days.
I think my Husband knows I'm really attracted to his friend and so he is giving me a chance to play with him. But I also know that he the guy is a real player, and I hear from the girls that he's really equipped down there and so I know I'm going to probably like it a lot...and may want a lot more of it.
I just don't want to mess up a good thing-my Husband is wonderful, but I really do want to feel his handsome friend stretching out my pussy!
I also know my Husband really wants to watch me in action with him so I guess I’ll do it and enjoy it, and just try to keep things under control as best I can.
I'm just a little afraid that once I’m riding that big cock I will lose all control and do and say a lot of very slutty things, but I kinda think my Husband is hoping for that! It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a stud like him, and I’m already getting wet and excited thinking about it!!!

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And what else would you do to me you naughty boy, your wife says...
My wife knows I want to see her cum all over another guy’s big cock, and she’s always liked this friend of mine. He’s a well known ladies man and so maybe she’s going to lead him into the house to turn fantasy into reality!!!
I’ll give her a few minutes then follow her inside…
my girlfriend just video called me to show me her double bed that she's gonna be sharing with Tony
my girlfriend's ex keeps texting her and she keeps replying and teasing him. I have a feeling they're gonna meet up when she's back in Berlin to pack her stuff - probably won't stop fucking for the whole 2 months she's there...
he texted her again this morning and I can't wait to see if she's replied yet - she's been keeping her phone VERY close all day
my girlfriend's ex keeps texting her and she keeps replying and teasing him. I have a feeling they're gonna meet up when she's back in Berlin to pack her stuff - probably won't stop fucking for the whole 2 months she's there...

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Watching her with him, your cuckold brain spinning with jealousy and strife. She’s absolutely fawning over him. She clearly adores him, clearly, she’s in love with him.
You remember her telling you about him when you had “the talk”. When she told you she met someone. How pathetic you felt when you responded by asking her what she meant by that, and how sick you felt when she answered by telling you she’d been seeing another man, for quite some time, and things were “getting serious” between them. You remember how she laughed when you remarked that you had no idea, how she called clueless and inept, and how when you meekly asked if she planned to stop seeing him, she flatly said no. She went on to explain that at the time she married you, she was overweight and felt unattractive, she thought you were kind, and sweet and funny and would make a good, faithful, dutiful husband, so she agreed to marry you, thinking you were the best she could hope for. But then she began hitting the gym, getting in shape, losing weight, and feeling really good about herself, gaining confidence and becoming more outgoing. She met him at the gym- they became workout buddies, and though she had no intent on cheating on you, she acknowledged he was extremely attractive, and was flattered by his flirting. She enjoyed his wit and playfulness, and over time, he became more and more assertive, openly flirting with her and even asking her out in dates. She told him she was married, but he didn’t care at all, just kept persisting, until one day she agreed to go for a cup of coffee with him. “Just coffee-“ she told him, feeling like it was harmless and would get him off her back. It didn’t.
She sat down at the coffee shop as he went for their drinks. He brought them over, and reaching around from behind her, set them on the table. As he did, he leaned up against her and whispered in her ear “I’m going to have you. You know it. I know it. So I want you to stop resisting me and give in. Give yourself to me now, today, and I promise you’ll have the best, most life altering orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.” As he said these things, he kissed and licked her ear, and caressed her shoulders, upper arms, and the sides of her breasts. She was melting. She let him take her hand and walk her to his car. They never even touched their coffees.
By the time sh finished telling you all this, you were heartbroken and had an embarrassing erection. You felt betrayed and turned on at the same time. And through your frazzled brain, all you could think to ask was if she was happy. She smiled at you then, a smile filled with pity, and said “oh honey, yes, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, he makes me cum so hard, I realized I’ve never really had an orgasm before him, and I feel so safe and protected with him…he’s so much more man than I ever thought I could have, so strong and confident… so yes, I’m so happy, and so deeply in love with him. I am sorry, but I hope you can understand?”
All you could do was bow your head. You always wanted her to be happy, above all else, and seeing her describe him and talk about him this way, you knew you wouldn’t deny her such happiness, even if you could. “It’s okay,” you said softly, defeated, “I just want you to be happy… I’ll sign whatever you want and of course, you can have everything…” you conceded.
“Oh honey, you’re the best! I just knew you’d understand!” she said smiling, “but I don’t want a divorce… you’re a great husband and my best friend. Can we please stay married?”
You looked at her, confused, and she explained “We wouldn’t have sex anymore, but, I mean, we hardly did that anymore anyway. We would just stay married and stay best friends. I’ve already asked him to move in, and he’s okay with it, as long as you move into the basement guest room. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you friend?”
Of course you would, and you did. It still hurts when you see them together. You still feel jealous. You still feel the pain of losing the best thing that ever happened to you. But you always knew she was out of your league, you always knew you weren’t man enough for her, and you also knew you were lucky to get to stay with her as her friend zoned cuckold husband.
We were just watching TV. That’s it. One glass of wine in. I wasn’t expecting anything.
But then her hand slid up my chest — casual, like it meant nothing — and stopped.
She gave me this look. Half-smirk, half-danger.
"You really are getting soft here..."
She squeezed. I flinched.
"Maybe I should get you a bra."
I rolled my eyes. "Very funny." Tried to laugh it off. Didn’t work.
She didn’t laugh either.
"No, I’m serious." Her voice dropped — that tone she uses when she’s done playing.
"You don’t think I’d love seeing you dressed up for me? In lace?"
I froze. She leaned closer.
"A matching pair of thongs too. Something delicate. Feminine. And with a little pouch to hold your tiny cock."
She spat that last word like it disgusted her. Like she barely acknowledged it as real.
"I’m not wearing that," I said.
Quiet. Not firm. Just… afraid of where this was going.
She smiled wider. "You will."
Her hand slipped down my body, fingers teasing between my legs. I gasped — she felt it. Knew I was hard.
"You’re already thinking about it, aren’t you?" she whispered. "Getting dressed like a good little thing while I sit back and laugh at you."
I shook my head. “No.”
Then her voice dropped — calm, cruel, certain.
"Don’t lie to me."
Another squeeze.
"You want to wear pretty girls’ underwear for me. Don’t you?"
I didn’t turn away. Couldn’t. My eyes locked on her lips — just centimeters from mine, every breath brushing my skin. My body frozen. Mind reeling. Still trying to fight. Still losing.
Her fingers tightened. Her other hand slid into my hair and pulled — not gently.
"Say it."
I blinked. Swallowed. My eyes still fixed on that perfect, smirking mouth.
"I… I want to wear it."
Her smile widened — all teeth and cruelty. She kissed the corner of my mouth, like a reward.
"That’s what I thought."
And in that moment, I wasn’t her boyfriend anymore.
I was hers. Entirely. Helplessly. Pathetically.
Your sister-in-law was amused to see how totally defeated you looked as the meaning of what she was telling you sank in. And she looked forward to telling you wife about how much this news was devastating you emotionally, even to the extent that you had trouble keeping yourself from sobbing -- because she knew how pleased your wife would be to hear about your emotional distress.
The truth is -- you HADN'T told him -- and you've been dreading the day when your friends found out about her cuckolding -- so you are as baffled as your wife is how he found out. But obviously he must have or he wouldn't have done this. In any case -- your secret is out now, and you know that your wife and your best friend have liked each other for quite a while, so you have a feeling that this weekend is going to be the start of a long term romantic relationship between them.
When you and your wife had talked about starting a family, she had made it very clear that although she thought you would be a wonderful father to raise her children, she had no intention of letting you be the one to impregnate her. But still, when you knew she was trying to decide who that would be (she regularly cuckolded you with several other men), you held out a tiny bit of hope that she would decide in the end to let you be the one. But you realize now how silly it was of you to have hoped for that.

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You've been aware that the two of them have been attracted to each other for quite some time. In fact, your wife has told you several times how much she likes him and how sexy she thinks he is, while he has told you many times how lucky you are to be married to her -- and he has told you several times how much he wishes she were single so that he could go out with her. Then, a couple of weeks ago -- he told you that for her birthday that was coming up, he was going to get her a ticket to go with him to a concert with one of her favorite groups -- but he wanted to make sure that would be OK with you. You weren't sure if it was -- but when you mentioned it to her, she got very excited and told you to definitely tell him that she would love to go with him.
But the thing is -- the concert is out of town (about two hours away) and would go very late, so their plan is to go out to dinner after driving there and then stay the night after the concert. And when he had come over on her birthday to tell her about the gift in person, she had given him a big, and very affectionate hug -- and a very affectionate kiss. And they both talked about their plans as a "date".
And then a bit later that evening -- the evening of her birthday, which you had planned to be a special romantic night for you and your wife -- after he had stayed for dinner and you all had several glasses of wine, he had suddenly teased you by openly asking her if she thought they would need two hotel rooms or if he could save some money by only paying for one -- and she had giggled then and laughingly said that one should be fine. And then he had laughed and followed that by asking whether that would still be OK even if the room had just one queen-sized bed instead of two beds, and she had again giggled and said one would be fine.
Surprisingly, it wasn't until that moment that you started to feel anxious about what might happen when they spent the night together after the concert. But still, even when your wife looked at you at that moment and said teasingly "That's OK with you hun, isn't it?" -- you didn't feel you really could give any answer except 'Yes, of course."
Your wife smiled at you when you said that, and said that going to that concert with him might be the best birthday present she's ever had -- which also made your stomach flip a bit since it was not a gift that you were giving her, but you also realized that it would be petty of you to say anything about all the gifts from you that she's received over the years at a moment when she was so excited about the gift from him.
Perhaps because you had all had quite a bit of wine, as you went to the family room to watch TV, their teasing of you continued. First, your wife sat on the loveseat directly in front of the TV, and when you went to sit beside her, she said in a laughing voice that she thought it would be nice if he sat beside her there tonight since he was the one who had given her such a nice gift -- which meant that they ended up sitting together there while you were in a comfy chair on the side.
And almost as soon as he was settled in next to her, she took his arm and put it around her while saying to you, teasingly again: "You don't mind if he and I snuggle a bit together, do you hun?". You said, once again, "No, of course not", but that didn't represent how you really felt. A few minutes later, you wife asked you to get them a blanket to share while they sat there, and so it wasn't long until they were close together on the loveseat, he with his arm around her shoulders while she had her head on his shoulder and with a large blanket across the two of them.
Because all the lights in the room were out, you couldn't see the two of them all that well, but through the glow of the TV you could see that they were very close and that from time to time they were kissing. And one time when they were kissing, your wife noticed you looking at them and she teasingly told you to stop looking their way -- that she was just giving him a few kisses as a way of saying thank you for the gift, and then ending again with "You don't mind, do you hun?".
You tried to do as she asked and not look away from the TV, but it was still hard for you to avoid noticing that there seemed to be a lot of activity underneath the blanket, and you could sense your wife starting to breath in a very sexually aroused way -- and so, it was in somewhat of a panting voice that your wife eventually told you -- much to your surprise -- that they both would like it if you could go out for a while.
"Hun" she said. "Could you go out and maybe do the weekly shopping now or something -- so that you're gone for an hour at least? We .. uh .. could use a little private time. You know -- to talk -- just the two of us. You'll do that for us, won't you? To help make my birthday really special?"
What choice did you have. So you somewhat meekly agreed -- first asking them if there was anything special they wanted you to buy, then grabbing the shopping list from the kitchen and heading out.
You took your time driving and shopping, so it was about another hour and a half before you got back home, arms full of groceries. As soon as you stepped into the house, you heard your wife giggling, and after putting away the groceries you went back into the family room, where you could dimly see your wife and your friend almost totally covered by the blanket -- but what looked like most of their clothes on the floor in front of them.
"THANKS hun", your wife said with another laugh. "Just one more thing -- another big ask as a special birthday treat from you. We were thinking that we probably need to test out if we are comfortable sleeping together in a queen size bed, so we'd like tonight to be our "test" night for that. So what I'm saying is" she continued with a giggle "that maybe you could go down to the basement guest room for tonight so we can have the master bedroom? You've been so great about helping to make this such a wonderful birthday evening. And I'm sure you'll be comfortable down there. OK sweetie?"
Again -- what choice did you have. And so -- your wife and best friend spent the night upstairs in your bed while you spent the night alone in the basement
"It seems he really needs me to be with him -- and needs to have a lot of sex with me -- to help him through this lonely holiday period, hun. Which does make sense, don't you think? And after all the rejection he felt when his wife left him, I have promised him that he won't have to use protection and that this will be my fertile time. It really would be a huge boost to his self-esteem and feelings of masculinity if he were to get me pregnant -- so I've also promised him that even if I'm not pregnant after the holidays that I'll make you use protection after that but will keep having unprotected sex with him -- at least until he's successful at impregnating me. You do understand, don't you hun?"
The idea of having to go through the holiday period alone, while your wife is with your best friend, having lots of sex and actively trying to get pregnant with him, doesn't thrill you, but it would seem mean and thoughtless to object, so begrudgingly you agree that she is doing the best, and kindest, and sweetest, thing by spending the next two weeks with him.
"Just give me a few minutes to pack what I need, and then you can drive me over to his place" your wife then said. It was then that you realized that because she would be with him on Xmas, you would have to give her your present now. It would not be a surprise -- because every year you gave her the same thing -- some very sexy lingerie, which she would wear for you on Xmas night. But this year was going to be different, and you started to think that maybe you should hold off on giving her the gift until after she came back home a few days after New Years. As you were thinking that, your wife emerged from the bedroom, saw you with the gift in your hand, and laughingly said:
"Oh sweetie. I suddenly realized you would have to give me your gift now -- and you realized the same thing!". With a smile you handed it to her and she quickly unwrapped it, then held up the sexy red bra and panty set you had purchased for her. "Oh WOW" she said. "It is SO SEXY. He's going to LOVE IT when I wear it for him on Christmas night. And in fact, I think I'll tell him that you bought it as a gift for both me and for him! I think he'll like the idea that you wanted to do whatever you could to help me be as sexy as possible for him."
Your wife then smiled at you, and said: "Sweetie -- uh -- this is a little awkward, but anyway -- While I'm with him for the next two weeks or so, I'm sure he will want to take me out on some really nice dates, but the thing is, I know that because of the cost of his divorce he is pretty much broke right now -- so -- I was thinking that it would be really nice of you if, when you drop me off there today, you could kind of quietly (so as not to make him feel embarrassed) hand him one of your credit cards to use when he takes me out. OK? You will! Wonderful. You really are being so understanding about this."
She then continued: "And yes, of course sweetie, you also realize that for the big New Years Eve party that our friends always have, that he and I will go to that as a couple, so you probably shouldn't show up this year. I wouldn't want him to think that I wouldn't want our friends to see me with him or even for him to think that I would rather go to the party with you than with him. That might hurt his feelings, so the plan is for me to be there with him and to be affectionate with him in front of all our friends. That should really make him feel good about himself I think."
And with that, you took your wife's suitcase to the car and drove her to your best friend's house. When you arrived you walked up to the door with your wife -- carrying her suitcase, and when your friend opened the door, you simply handed him the suitcase, wished him happy holidays, and then stepped back as your wife walked in and received a hug and kiss from your friend, who then, with his arm around your wife's shoulders, waved goodbye to you and shut the door -- leaving you to return home alone while you knew they were headed to the bedroom.