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28/12/2018
This happened two years ago and when we lived overseas. We have since finished our work there and returned home. This is just one of the meetings that occurred then.
Thursday night, when we got home from work, my wife showered and put on a simple outfit, a form-fitting top, wedge sandals (that served the same effect on her legs as high heels), and some breathtakingly short jeans shorts. She also put on a necklace that held a pendant and a small key.
“Go put on your thingy,” my wife said casually. She was referring to my chastity device, the cock cage. I did as told. We ate a quick dinner and then I drove her into the city to meet up with Jackson.
I had spent the entire day in anticipation of tonight. The last time my wife and Jackson were together, he fucked her for hours giving her many orgasms. She had even let him cum all over her face. What would tonight bring?
Adding to the anticipation was this rather sudden interest from her in being a bit more dominant. In the days leading up to tonight she had sent me several teasing texts and made several comments clearly designed to bite. It was more than I’m used to from her. I liked it, and it made me wonder how else tonight might be different.
Handing your wife off to a man who you know is going to out-sex you on every level is a bit unnerving, even for someone as jaded and experienced as I am. I looked at her. She’s so beautiful. Her body is incredible. Even on the way to spend her evening getting sexually destroyed by someone who is not her husband, there was a quiet innocence to her.
At 6:30 I pulled up to the meeting place, a popular local bar. My wife got out of the car with her overnight bag. We hugged and kissed. I told her to have a good time.
“Oh, I will,” she said matter-of-factly. Then she turned and strutted off to the bar, looking mouth-wateringly sexy and completely confident.
I drove home leisurely. I grabbed a slice of pizza. I was strangely calm. I figured I had 90 minutes before I could expect anything to happen. They had to order drinks, consume them, and get to the hotel he had booked.
When I got home I texted my wife to let her know I was home.
“Good, baby,” she wrote back. “Send me a picture of you in your thingy”
It was an odd request, but I dropped my pants and took a photo of my cock in its cage and sent it to her. It turned out that Jackson had already noticed the key on my wife’s necklace and was asking questions. Though totally happy to take my wife away for the night, the concept of cuckolding is very new to him. My wife told me later that she showed Jackson the picture of my locked cock. I can only imagine what was going through his mind when he saw it.
My wife told me that after getting drinks, Jackson and she walked to his car. In the dark parking lot, my wife squatted in front of Jackson and began to suck his dick.
“People were passing close enough that I could make it their conversations,“ my wife told me. “That was hot.”
Jackson wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled my wife to her feet and the two of them got in his car to go to the hotel. On the way there, my wife gave Jackson an achingly slow blowjob. Three times, he had to make her stop so he wouldn’t cum. She was very proud of that.
Up in the hotel room Jackson got undressed. Then he started pulling her clothes off of her.
He pushed her against the edge of the bed, scooped her thighs up in his arms, and laid her back. Jackson ate my wife’s pussy until she had cum a couple of times, then he slid his dick into her.
“Even though I’d brought him close to cumming a couple of times, he still had stamina,” my wife told me. After fucking another two or three orgasms out of my wife, he had my wife roll over on her knees. He mounted her from behind, pushing himself down on top of her and pounding his hips against her ass, in which position he pumped her into orgasmic oblivion.
I didn’t hear from my wife until 10:22 pm. I could only imagine what was going on. My mind played its version of their last hook-up, over and over. I pictured her face in the throes of ecstasy. In my head I could hear the sounds she makes when she cums. I envisioned her legs shaking in Jackson’s hands. I imagined her completely letting go, being absorbed in the pleasure until she barely remembered that I was waiting at home. The thought made me hard inside my cage. My mind also went to Jackson. Obviously he was enjoying my wife’s company and the sex they were having. On some level, too, I knew he had to also be experiencing a power trip from what was happening. He, balls deep in a married woman while her husband’s cock was locked up across town. How could that not be an ego boost?
I wanted to masturbate so badly, but the cage made that impossible. The fact that I couldn’t masturbate turned me on even more, and kept my mind totally focused on what my wife was doing. I loved this new playful dominance from her. I wondered if she was enjoying it, too.
At 10:22 I got a text from my wife. A picture, actually. In it she has an adorable, completely satisfied half smile. Her eyes are at half-mast and her hair is a mess. One of the things we’d talked about in the days leading up to her night out with Jackson was that she could send me a picture after she’d been fucked. This was clearly the aftermath of that.
“You can take it off now,” she wrote underneath the picture. I read it as a playful but honest “Ha ha, I win.” She then explained that there was a key in an envelope hidden under the sink in our bathroom.
“Well, that is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I replied sincerely. It was. “Does Jackson know you sent me that picture? Should I abstain from cumming tonight?”
“Cum baby, and he totally does,” came her reply. Again, the idea that Jackson was fully aware of the situation added to the hotness. In his head, he was observing, absorbing what was going on. I imagined him seeing me as less of a threat, less of a competitor.
Even when men are friendly, if they’re sharing a woman in any way they see themselves as competitors and they subconsciously try to out-Alpha each other. In this situation, he had no competition. Who was the Alpha right then? The guy at home getting the picture of his wife post-sex? Or the guy who had rocked her world for the past few hours and would later make her do things she’s never done before? Would this subconscious shift make him feel empowered to try more daring things?
I was torn about cumming. Part of me would have found it sexier if she’d been like, “What, and waste a good erection you could give to me?” The other part of me was relieved that I’d be able to cum. I removed the chastity device and then wrote back “Thank you baby. I am unlocked. I love you so much.”
“I love you!!!!” she replied.
That was the last I heard from her until morning. I spent the next hour after her last message vividly imagining what she was doing as I slowly stroked myself. I kept re-reading our conversations and looking at the picture she’d sent. I almost didn’t let myself cum. It felt selfish, somehow, to do so. In the end, the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. When I did finally cum, it was way more than usual. Orgasm put me in a blissful state. I lay quietly, feeling my pulse throbbing in the soles of my feet.
As orgasm waned, I found myself overwhelmed with this feeling of wanting to touch my wife. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to rub her all over and make her feel great. I wanted to kiss her legs and eat her pussy. I didn’t even care if I got to cum or not. I fell asleep picturing my beautiful wife and hoping she’d want my touch.
Then it was Friday and we both had to work. She never came home and she had him drop her near work
So at work and about at 10, my wife texts me to tell me she didn’t get much sleep. Again my cock jumped. “Guess what?” she wrote. “I did something last night. Something I’ve never done.” My mouth went dry and my dick became hard. My mind raced with possibilities.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I had sex outside.”
“Whaaa? Where?” I asked. I really couldn’t imagine where in the city they’d found a place they could have sex outside.
“You know the Bacchus (it’s a restaurant we go to a lot, at least weekly)? Well, in the parking lot, up against a wet car (not his), full view of houses on the other side.” (She is well known in the restaurant and staff there would know she was with someone other than her husband).
“Holy shit that’s hot,” I texted back. I couldn’t believe how risqué she and Jackson had gotten. I could picture this absolutely, very clearly in my mind. My cock was now uncomfortably erect in my work pants. Remember what I was saying about Jackson feeling empowered? “Him behind you?” I asked finally.
“Yep,” she replied. And my top and bra pushed up. I came twice.”
“Wow,” I texted back. “I’m picturing this and it’s amazing. How many times did you have sex?”
“4,” she answered.
“Impressive,” I admired.
“Totally,” she confirmed.
Later in the day, out of the blue, my wife wrote more about her night. “So yeah. That was thrilling.”
“What was?” I asked.
“The parking lot sex,” she said.
“Oh I bet. It was thrilling just to hear about!”
“Yep. Then afterwards, he says ‘Baby, you’re naughty.’”
“Are you re-living it right now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered.
I asked her if it was being outdoors or the public aspect that was sexiest for her.
“Public,” she wrote back.
She then told me that Jackson was interested in hanging out with us. “He’s not so intimidated by you anymore,” she said.
Let me explain. I do tend to intimidate a lot of people when we first meet. I’m strong and well-built, street-smart and articulate, and socially fearless.
Up to now she had met him and twice gone to a hotel. He had been uncomfortable with the idea of staying at our place overnight or with hanging out with the three of us. This was because he thought, based on meeting me once for less than two minutes, he thought I’d be this hyper-aggressive guy and he’d end up the third wheel. After seeing the picture of my locked cock and after knowing that my wife was sending me taunting photos after getting fucked, apparently I didn’t seem so scary anymore.
I spent the rest of my work day picturing everything I’d heard over the past 18 hours. My mind raced and my dick throbbed. I kind of would have preferred it right then if I’d been locked up again, just so I wouldn’t have to be self-conscious about being hard under my work pants. Everything about the evening was perfect on my end. My wife’s clear and obvious enjoyment of her time spent with Jackson, hearing about her sexy escapades, seeing her post-sex photo, hearing her little teases and her matter-of-fact jabs.
All that and knowing that she’d felt so sexy and empowered that she’d done something, something pretty risky, something that she’d never done before with a guy who, subconsciously if not totally consciously, was feeling his own power in this situation.
It was an evening well-spent for me, and it filled me with lust, longing, and love for my beautiful wife.
That evening when we go home she told me more.
The second time they fucked, he had fucked her hard again then pulled out of her, ripped of the condom and pushed his cock in her mouth and began to fuck her face.
She told me he said “I think this is what you’ve been hoping for,”
“I felt the tip of his cock grow larger in my mouth,” my wife said.
Then Jackson pumped her mouth until he could hold back no longer. Leaving just the tip of his dick between my wife’s full soft lips, his hand holding her by a fist-full of hair, he unloaded into her mouth.
“I couldn’t swallow it all. I tried, but some slipped out and went down my chin,” my wife explained. “It was so sexy. And delicious!”
What a girl!
We went to bed that evening. I wanted sex badly but she turned me down saying she was too tired.
After about an hour and she thought I was asleep, I opened my eyes when I heard her sighing. Then I noticed the hum of her vibrator. She had her phone in one hand and I could see Jackson’s name at the top of a string of back and forth texts. So basically, they were sexting and she was re-living everything they’d done the previous night and that morning. I watched until she orgasmed.
My balls were bursting and my brain exploding thinking how good he must have been.
It drove me absolutely crazy. She doesn’t deny me often, so to have her do so in that situation carried quite a punch. I think she had just experienced one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life and didn’t want the moment ruined by a much less intense experience.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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Thursday night, when we got home from work, my wife showered and put on a simple outfit, a form-fitting top, wedge sandals (that served the same effect on her legs as high heels), and some breathtakingly short jeans shorts. She also put on a necklace that held a pendant and a small key.
“Go put on your thingy,” my wife said casually. She was referring to my chastity device, the cock cage. I did as told. We ate a quick dinner and then I drove her into the city to meet up with Jackson.
I had spent the entire day in anticipation of tonight. The last time my wife and Jackson were together, he fucked her for hours giving her many orgasms. She had even let him cum all over her face. What would tonight bring?
Adding to the anticipation was this rather sudden interest from her in being a bit more dominant. In the days leading up to tonight she had sent me several teasing texts and made several comments clearly designed to bite. It was more than I’m used to from her. I liked it, and it made me wonder how else tonight might be different.
Handing your wife off to a man who you know is going to out-sex you on every level is a bit unnerving, even for someone as jaded and experienced as I am. I looked at her. She’s so beautiful. Her body is incredible. Even on the way to spend her evening getting sexually destroyed by someone who is not her husband, there was a quiet innocence to her.
At 6:30 I pulled up to the meeting place, a popular local bar. My wife got out of the car with her overnight bag. We hugged and kissed. I told her to have a good time.
“Oh, I will,” she said matter-of-factly. Then she turned and strutted off to the bar, looking mouth-wateringly sexy and completely confident.
I drove home leisurely. I grabbed a slice of pizza. I was strangely calm. I figured I had 90 minutes before I could expect anything to happen. They had to order drinks, consume them, and get to the hotel he had booked.
When I got home I texted my wife to let her know I was home.
“Good, baby,” she wrote back. “Send me a picture of you in your thingy”
It was an odd request, but I dropped my pants and took a photo of my cock in its cage and sent it to her. It turned out that Jackson had already noticed the key on my wife’s necklace and was asking questions. Though totally happy to take my wife away for the night, the concept of cuckolding is very new to him. My wife told me later that she showed Jackson the picture of my locked cock. I can only imagine what was going through his mind when he saw it.
My wife told me that after getting drinks, Jackson and she walked to his car. In the dark parking lot, my wife squatted in front of Jackson and began to suck his dick.
“People were passing close enough that I could make it their conversations,“ my wife told me. “That was hot.”
Jackson wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled my wife to her feet and the two of them got in his car to go to the hotel. On the way there, my wife gave Jackson an achingly slow blowjob. Three times, he had to make her stop so he wouldn’t cum. She was very proud of that.
Up in the hotel room Jackson got undressed. Then he started pulling her clothes off of her.
He pushed her against the edge of the bed, scooped her thighs up in his arms, and laid her back. Jackson ate my wife’s pussy until she had cum a couple of times, then he slid his dick into her.
“Even though I’d brought him close to cumming a couple of times, he still had stamina,” my wife told me. After fucking another two or three orgasms out of my wife, he had my wife roll over on her knees. He mounted her from behind, pushing himself down on top of her and pounding his hips against her ass, in which position he pumped her into orgasmic oblivion.
I didn’t hear from my wife until 10:22 pm. I could only imagine what was going on. My mind played its version of their last hook-up, over and over. I pictured her face in the throes of ecstasy. In my head I could hear the sounds she makes when she cums. I envisioned her legs shaking in Jackson’s hands. I imagined her completely letting go, being absorbed in the pleasure until she barely remembered that I was waiting at home. The thought made me hard inside my cage. My mind also went to Jackson. Obviously he was enjoying my wife’s company and the sex they were having. On some level, too, I knew he had to also be experiencing a power trip from what was happening. He, balls deep in a married woman while her husband’s cock was locked up across town. How could that not be an ego boost?
I wanted to masturbate so badly, but the cage made that impossible. The fact that I couldn’t masturbate turned me on even more, and kept my mind totally focused on what my wife was doing. I loved this new playful dominance from her. I wondered if she was enjoying it, too.
At 10:22 I got a text from my wife. A picture, actually. In it she has an adorable, completely satisfied half smile. Her eyes are at half-mast and her hair is a mess. One of the things we’d talked about in the days leading up to her night out with Jackson was that she could send me a picture after she’d been fucked. This was clearly the aftermath of that.
“You can take it off now,” she wrote underneath the picture. I read it as a playful but honest “Ha ha, I win.” She then explained that there was a key in an envelope hidden under the sink in our bathroom.
“Well, that is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I replied sincerely. It was. “Does Jackson know you sent me that picture? Should I abstain from cumming tonight?”
“Cum baby, and he totally does,” came her reply. Again, the idea that Jackson was fully aware of the situation added to the hotness. In his head, he was observing, absorbing what was going on. I imagined him seeing me as less of a threat, less of a competitor.
Even when men are friendly, if they’re sharing a woman in any way they see themselves as competitors and they subconsciously try to out-Alpha each other. In this situation, he had no competition. Who was the Alpha right then? The guy at home getting the picture of his wife post-sex? Or the guy who had rocked her world for the past few hours and would later make her do things she’s never done before? Would this subconscious shift make him feel empowered to try more daring things?
I was torn about cumming. Part of me would have found it sexier if she’d been like, “What, and waste a good erection you could give to me?” The other part of me was relieved that I’d be able to cum. I removed the chastity device and then wrote back “Thank you baby. I am unlocked. I love you so much.”
“I love you!!!!” she replied.
That was the last I heard from her until morning. I spent the next hour after her last message vividly imagining what she was doing as I slowly stroked myself. I kept re-reading our conversations and looking at the picture she’d sent. I almost didn’t let myself cum. It felt selfish, somehow, to do so. In the end, the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. When I did finally cum, it was way more than usual. Orgasm put me in a blissful state. I lay quietly, feeling my pulse throbbing in the soles of my feet.
As orgasm waned, I found myself overwhelmed with this feeling of wanting to touch my wife. I wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to rub her all over and make her feel great. I wanted to kiss her legs and eat her pussy. I didn’t even care if I got to cum or not. I fell asleep picturing my beautiful wife and hoping she’d want my touch.
Then it was Friday and we both had to work. She never came home and she had him drop her near work
So at work and about at 10, my wife texts me to tell me she didn’t get much sleep. Again my cock jumped. “Guess what?” she wrote. “I did something last night. Something I’ve never done.” My mouth went dry and my dick became hard. My mind raced with possibilities.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I had sex outside.”
“Whaaa? Where?” I asked. I really couldn’t imagine where in the city they’d found a place they could have sex outside.
“You know the Bacchus (it’s a restaurant we go to a lot, at least weekly)? Well, in the parking lot, up against a wet car (not his), full view of houses on the other side.” (She is well known in the restaurant and staff there would know she was with someone other than her husband).
“Holy shit that’s hot,” I texted back. I couldn’t believe how risqué she and Jackson had gotten. I could picture this absolutely, very clearly in my mind. My cock was now uncomfortably erect in my work pants. Remember what I was saying about Jackson feeling empowered? “Him behind you?” I asked finally.
“Yep,” she replied. And my top and bra pushed up. I came twice.”
“Wow,” I texted back. “I’m picturing this and it’s amazing. How many times did you have sex?”
“4,” she answered.
“Impressive,” I admired.
“Totally,” she confirmed.
Later in the day, out of the blue, my wife wrote more about her night. “So yeah. That was thrilling.”
“What was?” I asked.
“The parking lot sex,” she said.
“Oh I bet. It was thrilling just to hear about!”
“Yep. Then afterwards, he says ‘Baby, you’re naughty.’”
“Are you re-living it right now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered.
I asked her if it was being outdoors or the public aspect that was sexiest for her.
“Public,” she wrote back.
She then told me that Jackson was interested in hanging out with us. “He’s not so intimidated by you anymore,” she said.
Let me explain. I do tend to intimidate a lot of people when we first meet. I’m strong and well-built, street-smart and articulate, and socially fearless.
Up to now she had met him and twice gone to a hotel. He had been uncomfortable with the idea of staying at our place overnight or with hanging out with the three of us. This was because he thought, based on meeting me once for less than two minutes, he thought I’d be this hyper-aggressive guy and he’d end up the third wheel. After seeing the picture of my locked cock and after knowing that my wife was sending me taunting photos after getting fucked, apparently I didn’t seem so scary anymore.
I spent the rest of my work day picturing everything I’d heard over the past 18 hours. My mind raced and my dick throbbed. I kind of would have preferred it right then if I’d been locked up again, just so I wouldn’t have to be self-conscious about being hard under my work pants. Everything about the evening was perfect on my end. My wife’s clear and obvious enjoyment of her time spent with Jackson, hearing about her sexy escapades, seeing her post-sex photo, hearing her little teases and her matter-of-fact jabs.
All that and knowing that she’d felt so sexy and empowered that she’d done something, something pretty risky, something that she’d never done before with a guy who, subconsciously if not totally consciously, was feeling his own power in this situation.
It was an evening well-spent for me, and it filled me with lust, longing, and love for my beautiful wife.
That evening when we go home she told me more.
The second time they fucked, he had fucked her hard again then pulled out of her, ripped of the condom and pushed his cock in her mouth and began to fuck her face.
She told me he said “I think this is what you’ve been hoping for,”
“I felt the tip of his cock grow larger in my mouth,” my wife said.
Then Jackson pumped her mouth until he could hold back no longer. Leaving just the tip of his dick between my wife’s full soft lips, his hand holding her by a fist-full of hair, he unloaded into her mouth.
“I couldn’t swallow it all. I tried, but some slipped out and went down my chin,” my wife explained. “It was so sexy. And delicious!”
What a girl!
We went to bed that evening. I wanted sex badly but she turned me down saying she was too tired.
After about an hour and she thought I was asleep, I opened my eyes when I heard her sighing. Then I noticed the hum of her vibrator. She had her phone in one hand and I could see Jackson’s name at the top of a string of back and forth texts. So basically, they were sexting and she was re-living everything they’d done the previous night and that morning. I watched until she orgasmed.
My balls were bursting and my brain exploding thinking how good he must have been.
It drove me absolutely crazy. She doesn’t deny me often, so to have her do so in that situation carried quite a punch. I think she had just experienced one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life and didn’t want the moment ruined by a much less intense experience.
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