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So now, they have a thing. I have no idea how we ended up in this, but I love it. He’s still with me, but I only get to watch. It scares me a little but still makes me feel great.

Day 9 locked 10-13-18:

(real confession from a friend)

I am friends with this couple. They do 3 ways on occasion. I assume more often than they let on.

The other day one of them told me about a hot time they had recently. They met a guy on Grindr. During their planning, the guy said he was really into exhibition. So my friend decided he’d only “watch”. They set up strict rules. My friend would stay dressed to avoid accidentally getting into the action or jerking off. Only allowed to watch.

The guy came in, got naked, bent over and took my friend’s husband’s cock almost immediately. They fucked for close to half an hour. My friend just sat and watched his husband fuck this guy. He rubbed his hard-on through his jeans, but never took out his cock as promised.

Once they were done fucking, the bottom said he had to go. My friend was still rock hard, but everyone else was done. The bottom left, and my friend begged to suck his husband’s dirty dick but he was tired and not in the mood, but said he’d watch him jerk off. My friend decided to “save it” for later.

He told me that it was so hot, and he’d gladly do it again. I smiled and just said, “you lucky cuck.” He asked me what I said I said, “I said you are a lucky Fuck!”

My first time cheating happened about a month ago and was purely unintentional. It was a Friday night and I was watching tv on the couch while my boyfriend was in our room sleeping already. I was feeling pretty horny and needed to get a load off. I fired up some porn on my laptop and was stroking off when I started thinking about how much I missed being able to shoot a load on a guy’s face. For some reference, my boyfriend hates cum and won’t allow it anywhere near him. Facials are completely out of the question and he makes me pull out when I’m fucking him so I don’t finish inside of him. As my thoughts started to wander, I figured there wasn’t any harm in downloading Grindr just to see some of the guys on there and jerk off to the idea of fucking them. My thought process was that as long as I didn’t talk to anyone or actually create a profile it would be the same as looking at porn online. Within 5 minutes of having the app, a twink who was nearby messaged me saying he was down to suck my cock. I was pretty surprised to get a message at all considering I hadn’t filled out any of the information and had a blank profile. Against my better judgment, I asked him why he felt comfortable offering that to me when he has no idea what I look like. His response both surprised me and turned me on in a  way I hadn’t been since before I met my boyfriend. He told me he recently came out and was looking to experience as many different cocks as possible as he didn’t feel he was prepared for a relationship and wanted to enjoy the freedom. I managed to resist the temptation at first, and told him I was in a monogamous relationship and was just looking around without any plans to meet up. For some reason, that made him come at me even harder. He was begging to see my cock and saying how he could suck my dick better than my boyfriend ever could. He started sending me nudes and photos of him with his mouth wrapped around a dildo, and at this point I was rock hard and dripping precum pretty aggressively. I knew at this point I should just finish jerking off and head to bed with my boyfriend but this guy had awoken some primal urge in me. I ended up sending him a few pics of my cock and body, being careful not to show any identifying features and he told me to meet him at a local park in the area known for being a crushing spot. He told me the first time he meets a guy he prefers to blow them in his van and then if things go well he can host. At this point the thrill of getting my dick properly sucked had overwhelmed me and I agreed to meet him but told him I would need to fuck his hole in order to cum. He was pretty against it at first, and kept saying he could make me cum just from giving me head, but eventually agreed to let me fuck him if he couldn’t as he was that confident in his abilities. 

Our relationship has been open for a number of years. We don’t play with each other any more, and we don’t play with others together. He does his thing and I do mine.

I’m wiling (eager?) to talk about it, but he doesn’t like to give me the details. He tells me when he’s going out to play (usually), but not the “who, what and where” details which I crave, especially after finding this site! I’ve done a lot of cranking since I found you and these hot stories and pix! I told my husband about it, but he wasn’t interested in the whole cuck thing.

One night when he was on his way out I told him how horny it made me to think of him out on the town sucking dick.  I asked him if he wanted to start early and he dropped to his knees and sucked me good. I really miss his blow jobs! The guys in our city are so lucky to have such an eager and available cocksucker nearby!

A short while later I told him about a fetish party I’ve wanted to attend for many years. He doesn’t share that particular interest but said it was ok. It involved some travel so I asked him to come with me. I figured I’d book a few days at a clothing-optional men’s resort with a pool. He’d get to be naked in the sun all day, and if there were other men around, so much the better! I figured while I was out doing my thing, he’d be getting some back at the hotel.

That first night we met a bunch of guys at the hotel pool. There’s a certain magic about meeting people for the first time when everyone is naked. It was so relaxed and comfortable, and the conversation was really open. We stayed up very late until there was only one guy left in the pool with us. Super hot, very friendly. We both liked him immediately.

Well, like I said, the conversation was really open. I eventually got around to admitting my desire to see my husband with another man. My remark got raised eyebrows from him, but we moved on to other topics. A few minutes later I excused myself and went back to our room to take piss.

As I walked back, I stopped dead in my tracks. They were still in the pool together and had melted into each other’s arms and into a passionate kiss. They didn’t notice me return. They didn’t notice my instant erection, They didn’t see me standing there on the side of the pool stroking my dong like a crazed teenager. I was hot and horny and breathless. And so happy!

After a few minutes I stopped stroking and got into the pool with them. The three of us shared kisses and it stared to move even further. My husband stopped kissing him long enough to tell me how wild he was for this guy. He kissed him some more and eventually started to suck his dick. F'ing hell! I could have burst right then - it was super hot seeing my husband going down on that dick!

But it was so very late, like 4am, so as fun as it was and as horny as we all were, we decided to break it up. My husband and I went back to our room, but as I started to get ready for bed, he told me he was going to the other guy’s room. Didn’t talk about it, just said “I’m going” and walked out. Left me there, alone. Sporting a fresh boner, of course. And thinking to myself, what just happened?

Yeah, he’s a dedicated cocksucker, but I had seen it in his eyes — he wanted this guy to fuck him. If I knew the guy’s room number, I probably would have stood outside his door to listen to him taking my husband. But I didn’t, so I went to the rooftop patio to jerk my dick under the stars, alone, while my husband was getting plowed by some hottie he’d just met.

Day 9 locked 10-13-18:

The question is, do I go watch him get bred while I stand there at the sex club with a locked dick?  or just stay home and save the humiliation?

Last night my bf got fucked by his original bull who’d last fucked him a bit over a year ago.

The bull came round and we all chatted for a bit, then headed into the bedroom. We chatted some more, and my boyfriend was admiring the bull’s big biceps, rubbing them. They started to make out on the bed, and started getting their clothes off. When the bull stripped his underwear off my bf seemed spellbound by that huge cock. He got down and started sucking on it like his life depended on it.

At that point the cat came into the room and started being a pain. So I picked it up and carried it outside. As I did I heard the bedroom door slam, I ran back and found it shut. So I sat down by the door and listened.

I heard the slurping noises of my bf sucking on the bull’s cock, and I heard him splutter as he gagged on the size of it. Then I heard him moan in pleasure as the bull entered him - raw, just like last time. I heard them start to fuck, both of them moaning and gasping. I heard the bed start to creak, and then I heard the rhythmic thuds of the bed hitting the wall. It got harder and louder until the bedroom door was shaking in time with their fucking. My bf was moaning uncontrollably, and just kept saying “fuck!” as the bull pounded him.

They kept going for ages, me just sitting there in the hallway listening and taking it all in.

Then eventually they stopped. I could hear them talking casually, laughing, whispering to each other, then occasionally kissing. I thought it was all over, but then after a while things went silent for a minute, then I heard kissing again. Then I heard the moan of my bfs taking that cock again.

The second time round the fuck seemed totally different. It wasn’t loud and rough this time. I could hear my bf gasping breathlessly as they made love, whispering and kissing the whole time. I almost came listening to them, imagining them looking deep into each other’s eyes with their bodies locked together.

After a while I heard silence again, then low voices. Then the bedroom door opened and they came out, both naked, and headed for the shower. My bf said to me “he’s going to stay the night. Is that ok?” I nodded, stunned.

I went into the bedroom - my bedroom - and it stunk of sex. The bull came back in, and said he’d changed his mind and was going home after all, but that he might come back in a couple of nights. He got dressed, and left, giving my bf a tender kiss before he left.