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Now, as a young adult female, I can say I’m open to many things. In college, I was even known for experimenting, sexually that is, and I don’t mean just having a fling with my roommate. 

No, I was known for being down to try almost anything at least once, which led to some fun experiences that I still try to partake in. Unfortunately, not everyone is down for that now as we’ve gotten a little older… and by older, I mean since I graduated last year.

I swear, if I knew people would become such prudes as soon as they graduate, I'd have been even more active in college, which is saying something.

So instead, I go online and try to find other freaks like me. The biggest challenge is that a lot of the time people say they’re freakier than they actually are. There is nothing more frustrating than getting worked up for a naughty threesome, and finding out the two guys cannot perform in front of one another… and no, when I’m looking for two guys to bang, taking them on one at a time isn’t the same.

Likewise, the number of guys looking for a threesome with their wife/girlfriend, without actually telling them that was the plan, and expecting me to talk them into it… well, that just kind of sucks. Although I have talked a couple of those fine young ladies into someone on one time with me, that’s a different story for a different time.

So when I saw a post asking for someone to screw their husband, I was both interested and hesitant. On the one hand, the fact that the wife was posting made me think that this might be legit. But was I supposed to set him up? I didn’t want to be some honey pot used in a divorce proceeding. That’s not my thing after all. I was looking for some kinky fun.

I opted to meet the two of them together at a nearby bar. That’s when I learned about another option. One where the wife wanted to watch her husband having sex.

“I found a video of him and one of his college flings… and I couldn’t stop watching it,” the wife said.

“Since then she has wanted me to tell her about all the things I did with my exes,” Brad, the husband, said. “When I ran out of stories, she suggested I make some new ones.”

“I encouraged him to find another girl, but once they find out he’s married, it ends. We had one girl even let me watch. She said all these mean things to me, and I turned me on so much,” the wife said.

As she talked, I couldn’t believe it. I was watching her get turned on while talking about how that girl humiliated her. I could never.. But could I be that other girl?

“You want me to humiliate you?”

“Yes,” she said gleefully. “Well, sort of,” she continued. “I want you to pick. I just want to be there as it makes it so much better.”

“Well, for the few times we’ve done it. We’re still pretty new to this,” her husband said. He seemed a little nervous about it, which I get. The wife was… well, a normal-looking wife, who you would never expect wanting something so out of the ordinary. I would have expected her to be a “with the lights out, once a week,” kind of gal, who only did it in the missionary position.

Still, since I knew they were both on board, I was down for it. “And when should we…”

“Whenever works for you. I know it’s a little different,” the wife said, reaching over the table and putting her hand on top of mine. “But it makes our sex life stronger.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, we fuck like bunnies for a couple of weeks it seems after an event like what we’re asking.”

As I looked at her in her floral print dress, I could never have expected to hear her say the word “fuck,” let alone admit to doing it often. “Multiple times a week, for weeks?”

“Oh, we normally fuck four or five times a week, but after some of his exploits… Well, we often do it twice a day for a week or two at least. Sometimes more…” She was smiling a bit now, and I saw her flushed skin. She was very worked up.

“In fact, just talking about it makes me want to jump him right now.”

“Because you’re thinking of him and I together…”

She just bit her lower lip and smiled and nodded…

I couldn’t believe it. This little housewife was getting laid more than I was. And yet, while they seemed like a boring couple, there was something that turned me on about the idea.

She was still holding my hand, so I took my other hand and put it on top of hers. We were now holding hands as I leaned in and looked into her eyes. “And what if I want to fuck your husband tonight? What if I want to go back to your place and mount him on your marital bed right now… would you still like that?”

She nodded her head even more. I smiled, as I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I might have never done this before, but I was willing to try, and it might be fun.

We headed back to their house. I was a little nervous about it being their place, but I also wasn’t sure I wanted them to come back to my place.

I got out of my car and went right up to the driver’s side door and kissed him while we were all outside. I looked over at the wife, “Don’t you think everyone should know about this?”

I realized it might humiliate her, and she might like it; that's why I did it. But her husband wanted to move inside, so I followed Brad inside. There the babysitter was. She let Brad and his wife know the kids had gone to bed, and she would head out. 

She was young, maybe too young; I wasn’t sure.

“I bet you can’t wait for your husband to fuck the babysitter,” I said to the wife as the door closed with the babysitter now outside.

“She turns 18 this summer… I can’t wait.”

I watched her smile at the thought. I could see how turned on she was getting. Knowing there were kids in the house, I suggested moving to the bedroom. She was a dirty girl in her own way. That was for sure.

The bedroom was large and fancy. A king-size poster bed was where I was going to fuck her husband. I ran my hand across the sheets. They were as high a quality as you’d expect in a place like this.

“So, I think you need to strip your husband naked for me. Let me see what I get to play with.”

She went over to him and took his clothes off while I watched. If I didn’t like what I saw, I would leave.

Instead, I saw a seven-inch dick, and it wasn’t even fully hard.

“Suck on it for me. I want it nice and hard so I can fuck it properly.”

She started to suck on Brad’s dick, and it grew even more. By the time it was done, it was nearly nine inches, even if it was a little on the thin side.

“Very nice,” I said. “I like a nice long cock.”

The wife blushed a little.

“I think you should strip naked too… let your body know how close to that dick it is, and yet, it won’t get it tonight.”

She took her clothes off. It didn’t take long as she wasn’t wearing any panties nor a bra. This was yet another surprise for me, especially for a mom.

I thought I might go a little further with this. “Now come over here and take my clothes off,” I ordered her. She dutifully walked over to me. I watched as her husband watched her, not me. He was smiling as he watched her naked body walk across the room.

She stopped in front of me. “Go on. You want me to fuck your husband, right?”

She nodded. A little less enthusiastically this time.

“Then get to getting me naked,” I ordered. “Then your husband can fuck a real woman.” Since she wanted to be humiliated, I was going to do it. What surprised me was how easy it was to do it. I always considered myself a feminist… but this... This was carnal.

She started with my shirt, undoing the top buttons before pulling it over my head. She then unclasped my bra, freeing my tits. “Think your husband will like my tits.”

She looked at them, putting a hand on them, nodding the whole time.

“I can’t hear you,” I stage whispered to her.

“Yes,” she said meekly. “I think he’ll like your breasts. They’re so firm…”

I smiled and looked at Brad. He was still watching his wife, now as she bent over to undo my pants. I helped her by stepping out of them. Then I had her undo her panties. I spread my legs a little.

“Make sure I’m ready for your husband,” I told her.

“What?”

“Lick my pussy till I’m nice and wet,” I informed her.

She swallowed and looked back at her husband. His hard cock was still pointing straight out, and the idea of him watching his wife go down on me turned him on.

She turned back to me and stuck her tongue out hesitantly. 

“Come on, lick my pussy,” I said a little more forcefully.

She did, just a little bit.

I pulled her closer and got her so she could really lick me. She was hesitant, but wanted to please the both of us. And like with all sex, even when it’s bad, it’s good, and she was making me feel good.

The more she did, the better she got as she got used to it.

“She’s never tasted another woman, has she?”

Brad shook his head. 

“Not even as she cleaned you up?”

Still, he shook his head no. 

“Well, we've got to change that. There’s nothing like it, or so guys tell me at least.” I let his wife lick me for another minute or so, until I was good and wet. 

Then I realized I’d never had someone watch me. At least, not like this. Sure, I had spent time at a party doing it while other people were in the room, and some were watching, but not another’s boyfriend or girlfriend… not as they watched.

“Since you hesitated, I think we need to punish you,” I said, taking her by the hand. I led her to the chaise lounge in their bedroom and had her face away from the bed.

“Now, no peeking. Or I won’t let you even stay in the room,” I said.

She realized she was going to be facing away and wouldn’t be able to watch like she wanted. She’d only be able to hear. Lucky for her, I can be nice and loud… or would that be doubly frustrating. I didn’t care either way; I just wanted to try Brad’s long cock.

I walked over to him and ran my hand over his shaft. “Oh, this is a nice one,” I cooed. “I’m going to have a lot of fun fucking this cock.” I gave him a wet, sloppy kiss, nice and loud so his wife could hear. I turned a little and saw she was doing as she was told, facing away from us.

“So, Brad, what’s your favorite position?” I asked him seductively.

He smiled and told me, and I got into position, lying on my back, but letting him put my legs up around his shoulders. With that cock of his, he was going to go nice and deep in me.

I was so turned on by his wife licking my pussy; it didn’t take long for me to start cumming. And I made sure I was nice and loud for his wife to know exactly what was going on. Of course, he knew what he was doing, which didn’t hurt either.

I watched as he stared right into my eyes as I came for him and his wonderfully long cock. 

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Give it to me. Give it to me,” I was nearly begging as he thrust in and out of me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good,” I told him, making sure his wife could also hear.

I looked over, and she was squirming a little, wanting to turn and watch, but knowing my threat, she didn’t dare.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck me harder,” I begged him, staring at his poor little wife. “I bet that pussy feels so good on your cock.”

“Yes,” Brad hissed, trying to keep from cumming himself.

“You want to cum don’t you.”

He just nodded, trying to hold out.

I wrapped my legs around him.

“Then do it. Cum in me. Cum in my fucking pussy. Your dick deserves it.”

He grunted as he came inside my pussy, while I held him there, nice and deep. Fuck, it felt good.

I looked up, and him and smiled as he had finished. I was still holding him there, not letting him leave. “That was good. When will we do it again?”

He looked at his wife, and I made him look at me. “We decide, not her,” I said, making sure she knew her place.

He looked a little afraid of this dynamic. That was fine. Even if this was a one time thing, it was going to be great for me, and I think for her as well.

“Soon enough then,” I said, with a bit of a teasing smile. “Now bring your little bitch wife over here,” I ordered.

He went over to his wife, and took her by the hand, leading her to me. She stood in front of me, while I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Your husband did a good job fucking me. But I left a mess all over his cock. Why don’t you clean it up for him?”

She looked at him, and then at me, then back at him. I think she was trying to figure out what to do.

“With your mouth. Clean his lovely cock that made me cum so good.”

She realized what she was supposed to do, and got on her knees. There she started to lick and suck on his cock, cleaning all of his and my cum that covered him. While he was soft, he still liked it, and moaned from time to time.

“Oh, looks like the little bitch has a talented tongue for cleaning up cum,” I teased. “That’s good, because I have a good amount of cum in me as well,” I said, spreading my pussy lips so she could see the cream pie.

“Or does the little bitch want to sleep in a wet spot tonight?”

She turned and smiled at me.

“You know you don’t really have a choice in this,” I told her. She caught my meaning and went to licking my pussy, sucking all of her husband’s cum out of it.

Oh, it felt so good as she rooted around in my pussy getting all of his cum… and making me cum again in the process.

“That’s it. Suck your hubby’s cum from my cunt. See how much he gave me. That’s because he loved fucking my cunt, and he’s going to continue fucking me. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She paused and looked up at me, smiling.

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll even let you watch. Would you like to watch my legs wrapped around your husband as he fucks me, filling me with his cum?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned as she kept licking my pussy.

I’m sure she had sucked all of his cum out of my cunt, but I wasn’t going to stop her.

I let her make me cum one more time before I ordered her to stop. I sat up and held her chin in my hand, kissing her softly on the lips. “That was a good girl,” I told her, looking into her eyes as I broke my kiss. “And your husband is good to fuck as well,” I teased her.

She smiled and nodded. She seemed to like the fact that I had fucked her.

I looked over at her husband. He wasn’t quite ready to fuck again, which was a shame. I would have loved to do him again, but now would not be the time.

I stood up and got dressed. Brad threw on a robe and walked me to the door. I paused at the door instead of opening it. I reached down and stroked his cock in the opening of his robe. I was slowly growing as I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it.

“Are you going to go back there and fuck your wife?”

He just nodded.

I smiled. She was lucky, in her own way. While I don’t mind being shared, I’m not sure I could share someone I loved.

“Will I get to come back?”

“I hope so,” he said before opening the door.

I knew that was my cue. I turned to walk away, back to my empty apartment, but I paused and turned. “If she ever wants to change things up… I know she could be a lot of fun in a threesome… or we could do another night like tonight,” I offered.

And with that, I walked out the door, wondering if I’d get called back again. I kind of hope so because it was different and fun. And there was something about humiliating his wife… maybe I could find other couples that needed that. If their husband was as good as he was, I could definitely get used to that.

It just means you’re an obedient beta cuckold cocksucker.

The level of a cuckold's involvement with his wife and her lover depends on many different things. The variables are many and each has their own intensity levels not to mention the different desires of the cuckoldress and her bull.

The cuck's involvement ranges for none whatsoever to being an intricate part of the threesome.

When the relationship has a power dynamic with a very open-minded, curious, adventurous, dominant and controlling Bull at the top of the hierarchy, the possibility of some form of bisexual activity often happens. Sometimes it is "forced" upon the cuckold and other times it's something the cuckold looks forward to. Other times it starts out as forced and ends up as an activity the cuckold actually looks forward to.

The first time I was made to serve O/our Bull Jim I was filled with angst and fear. I didn't fully service Him but rather did some "fluffing" to get Him ready to please my Wife Carol. He encouraged me and was very understanding, but also made it clear that I was expected to do what I was told. His authritative but pleasant demeanor made it easier and even arousing. It didn't take long for him to get hard before I was made to ceremoniously guide His cock into my Wife.

I remained there rather awkwardly, their passion and lovemaking taking place indifferent to my presence until my services were needed again.

I got to clean Jim first before doing the same for Carol.

That first time was the most difficult. It took awhile, perhaps a few months before I actually looked forward to it. And shortly thereafter, I was put on notice that if Carol was absent, or even if She was around, and Jim wanted me to serve Him orally, I would do so.

The comment about being proud of being a submissive beta cockscuker that was left by @bitopforcuckoldcouples resonates with me.

When Jim wants my services, I believe it is more because I am good at pleasing him than just requesting it because he can. Though I am sure He gets some arousal from my submission, He ultimately enjoys my servicing Him to completion, taking His man-sized cock all the way down my throat and swallowing all His seed when He wants me to much, much more.

Extract from Mary Russel TEDx talk 2014

So now let me address the controversial statement: men should accept cuckoldry without fear.

Infidelity is not just an option for females, it’s the preferred strategy. Let me prove it. Studies have found that females have more one-night-stands when they are in an established relationship then when they are single? Fact, females have more casual sex as “cheats” than they do as “singles”. 

[As I have already explained] promiscuity suits both genders: in reproductive terms it results in gene diversity in the offspring. However, the parental burden is asymmetrical. Females, particularly human females, shoulder the vast majority of the burden. As a consequence they must have help. 

This means that for females, a reliable, long-term bonded partner is required – a husband. This is a female’s prime directive, and once this is secured, procreation can be enjoyed… and so can promiscuity. However, such promiscuity should be clandestine, shouldn’t it, lest it creates jealousy and threaten the marriage. But need that really be the case? In relationship terms, promiscuity is high risk for females, and in reproductive terms potentially catastrophic for males – or that was the case pre-contraception.  

Post-contraception, promiscuity becomes simply a gratuitous indulgence. So in the 21st century, in terms of reproductive strategy, just how dreadful is the adulterous wife for the cuckold husband? Answer: not very. She will have her cake and eat it, she can have multiple sex partners and she can have security.

So how does this manifest itself in cultural tends. One observation from the data is that adulterous women are far more likely to stay in a marriage than adulterous men. the divorce stats bear this out. In the US, for divorces that cite adultery as fault, men and women are sued in roughly equal numbers. But here is the key stat: for divorces that cite abandonment, the overwhelming majority of defendants are men; and research shows that when men leave, it is most often to be with another woman. 

So from that we can draw the following: Rule 1: Adulterous women keep good husbands Rule 2: Single women steal good husbands

What does this tell us about the risks of adultery. Well, if you are a good husband and treasure your marriage, don’t worry about your beautiful wife straying from the marital bed; it’s single women you should be worried about. An adulterous wife is very unlikely to end a marriage, it’s a jealous husband that will end it. Equally an adulterous wife is far, far less likely to terminate a marriage than an adulterous husband. Male adultery is a far bigger risk to a marriage than female adultery.

The Hinge profile you see vs. The guy she fucks after you pay for her dinner 🤭

The dignified woman you married vs. The slut she was in college 🤤

The story of her first hot wife experience her version as told to me.

When you pointed him out I thought he was hot. Thinking I might actually get to fuck him made me wet. When I came out of the restroom he was standing there. He told me his name was Troy. That he wanted to ask to dance but didn’t know if my husband would get made. I told him no he likes it let’s go dance. When we were on the floor the way he kept looking at me made me hotter. When we slow danced I rubbed up against him I could feel he had a big dick. I knew then I wanted to fuck him. When I got back to you I was literally soaking through my jeans. I was nervous to tell you I wanted to fuck him. But I thought let’s see if all that dirty talk while you fuck me is true or not. I got even wetter when you said “yeah take me home and come back”

I almost backed out while I was taking you home. But I really wanted to try a new dick.

When I hit back to pick him up I think we were both surprised I was there.

He asked if I wanted to dance again. Now I could feel he was hard. So I asked if he was ready to go. Once we got in my car he leaned over and kissed me. I wanted to fuck him right there. But I drive to his hotel room while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans. As soon as we got into his room he pushed me against the wall and pushed his tongue back in my mouth.