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26/02/2020
Here I was, just twenty-five years old and yet a man who had failed in his first attempt at marriage. A young man feeling relief that he had waded through a difficult divorce.
A man whose wife had taken all the savings while he got the house, which was fair enough as they did not have any children.
That same young and pretty wife had not wanted children because their love life had never been any good after the honeymoon anyway.
Then that same wife had ruined the marriage by repeatedly disrespecting her husband with male friends, fucking them repeatedly and putting him down.
I was that disgraced man, and I had finally realized that she no longer loved or respected me, maybe not since that honeymoon.
Now I am sitting here feeling depressed that I had not been man enough to satisfy her sexually, traumatized that she would throw away our marriage just to have sex with other men.
Men that at least in my own mind fucked her better than me. If only I had known, enough to persuade her make me her willing cuckold.
Of course, it had taken me until the present day getting a good description of what a willing cuckold actually was, looking it up online finally.
Somehow, I knew that it would have always fit me well because I knew that I was a voyeur and loved to look at porn videos of men sharing their wives.
I had always had exotic dreams of my wife fucking other men.
You all know what I am talking about, all the fantasies men have where a wife is fucking men who were better endowed than they are.
Anyway, after realizing she was indeed fucking other men behind my back, I felt left out and abandoned, because it had become just her secret life and not mine.
I had not been included in any part of it, which was just wrong to my way of thinking. After all, I had really wanted to see her fucking other men!
However, it was not long after the divorce that I met a dark-eyed and hot little beauty at the hotel I stayed at when out of town on a road trip.
You see, I am a railroad engineer and spent time over the road each week, usually in two round trips of 20 to 30 hours duration.
She had eyed me as eagerly as I had her, and we introduced ourselves in the bar. She asked me about my reason for being there and I told her that I was an over the road railroader.
Somewhere along in the conversation, I told her I had just recently gotten divorced.
She smiled gaily and stated with a cute girlish giggle, “That just makes you an available handsome man again!”
I guess I should tell you that I am a handsome man and well built because I work out a lot. With my looks and build, I had no trouble attracting beautiful women like the hot, 22 year old, Tessa.
Of course, just having gotten divorced, I was worried about keeping her around for long with my record of accomplishment in the bedroom.
Here I go again, I guess I was still traumatized and worried about my ability to fuck her with my cock length of five inches. My issue with my cock size was related to my previous marriage.
It had not helped that my first wife had taunted me that she had never really had an orgasm with my worthless little pencil dick, and that had really hurt my ego.
Anyway, Tessa and I laughed, talked, and had several drinks that night, enthralling each other as we both became somewhat tipsy.
We set up another date to get to get together again on my next trip, as I had to catch a train home.
We did this twice a week for several weeks; both of us falling in love with each other more and more each trip.
Then came the dreaded night when we went to bed together for sex. I did my best to give her a great sexual experience but I could tell that she had faked her orgasm.
I knew she had because my first wife had done the same thing and I knew all the signs, although she had never admitted it either.
However, Tessa was more than pleased that I would eat her pussy after I had cum in it. She was verbally enthusiastic with her orgasm, squealing happily, as I avidly sucked her little cunt.
I wiggled my long tongue inside her twat and bumped her clit with my nose until she climaxed hard, squealing loudly as she held my head and squirted both cum and her pussy juices into my face.
I knew with her explosive orgasm that I had solved the orgasm problem.
“Maybe I have overcome my short comings?” I even mused to myself thoughtfully.
We moved on to the next stage of our romance with her moving in with me back in my hometown in my rather large and expensive house.
Our lives appeared to be both fun and happy for the most part, at least when I was in town and could be with her.
We talked of marriage and having children someday and I actually felt she loved me for more than just my sexual prowess.
Though that was a blessing in my mind, I still felt that I was inadequate because of her having faked several orgasms with me.
Yet, it appeared she was happy enough with our current love life to marry me.
Still yet, I was doubtful of our marriage surviving, because I knew how excited she got having any type of sex, how ecstatically verbal she could get.
I mean, face it; I had mentally convinced myself that I was still not performing well enough to keep her sexually fulfilled and happy.
My being out of town twice a week did not help either as it gave her too much time to find a bigger cock to play with.
I guess what I really mean is…that I suspected that she was still seeing her lovers and fucking them regularly.
My lovely bride, my dear and gorgeous Tessa, had given me someone’s sloppy seconds just recently, just as my first wife once had.
The signs had appeared when I came home earlier than expected, much as they had in my previous marriage. I was sure she had hastily wiped her crotch with a washrag when I came back early.
I could even smell the leavings of her sexual activity, and I tasted cum on her lips and tongue when kissing her; telling me one of her lovers had just left after she gave them a final blowjob.
Another sign was that Tessa would get all big-eyed and fearful when she knew I was fucking into their leavings.
However, I never said anything because I actually enjoyed the slick and warm sensation of her stretched and cum-filled pussy.
The same ecstatically slippery feeling that made me cum harder than normal. This erotic feeling was something I had read occurred during a cuckold relationship, called sperm competition between males.
Supposedly where I was trying to give her a larger load of sperm than the previous male had. I had once read it would increase even more with the visual aspects of my watching other males fuck and cum inside her.
Of course, I did realize that my suspicions and questions caused her to worry that I might not marry her.
I had figured out Tessa was one of those little sluts that were into a lot of exciting sex with different men.
I was sure with my previous experience that she wouldn‘t stay faithful with a man with a small cock, no matter how much she loved him.
I worried and thought about the situation constantly, and had realized I did not want a repeat of my first marriage.
Therefore, I decided that having an early talk might relieve her of her stress and possibly get us into a lifestyle that benefited couples like us.
A lifestyle where I could be both proud of having a beautiful wife and still be confident enough in our marriage to share her with other men.
It helped that I had often read that a high percentage of men liked to watch other dominant males seduce and make passionate love to their wives in front of them.
It read that the visual aspect of the seduction of their private property or wife…both enhanced and increased their own sexual desires.
“This would definitely suit me,” I thought to myself.
To set the stage properly, I rented videos and we started reading stories online together about the willing cuckold and his hot-wife.
She was alarmed at first, mostly as to why I would even think of her becoming a hot-wife if I didn‘t already suspect something.
She started protesting when I asked if she wanted other men to be a part of our marriage and in our bed.
I quickly put my finger to her lips to silence her tearful protests. Then I confessed that I had only divorced the first wife because she had not included me in her activities with other men. That her actions had been a wife cheating on her husband only.
She quit protesting when she realized that I knew what she had been doing when I was on a road trip. That I was really just giving her a way out with this willing cuckold talk.
Little did I know at the time she really needed a way out of her predicament!
Tessa did not fully believe me at first, but soon realized that I might be on the level, realizing that I did in fact love to show her off at every opportunity in public.
I think I had helped my case by assuring her that I did love that other men leered at my very sexy and beautiful woman when she flirted with her sexy body language and leering smile.
To reinforce this, I reminded her that I had bought her short mini skirts and see through blouses to wear already.
My sweet Tessa even giggled when I told her I had bought them so men could see her lovely breasts as they bounced and jiggled.
Of course, I knew I could say this to her because she was an obvious exhibitionist at heart. She even admitted she did not mind looking like a sexy slut as long as I did not.
Of course, Tessa had also broken down crying and tearfully confessing that she did have other men fucking her when I was out of town for long periods.
Men that had both the time and money to drive over to see her in both out in our town and in our home.
In addition, she related unhappily that she was actually a high-end escort and prostitute working the hotel when she spotted me.
She said I was just so handsome and sad looking, yet I appealed to her as a possible customer. She said she could tell by my not hitting on her, that she should not proposition me with her $1,000 fee for sex.
She watched my face carefully as she explained that she had started escorting and fucking men in her first year in college, losing her virginity to a Professor for a better grade.
Tessa said she had realized even back then, that she loved both fucking many men and the vast amount of money she made, having escorted for 4 years now.
She told me that she had only stayed sitting next to me because I was so lonely looking, and that it had tugged at her heartstrings.
With that session of dual confessions behind us, we got married. Tessa was just what I wanted, a beautiful high-end prostitute and escort whom would be fucking other men and giving me sloppy seconds after making a lot of money doing it.
My brand new wife tried having sex with just me after our short honeymoon, but I had seen her eyes straying to other handsome and important looking men during our weeklong honeymoon.
It was not long before she had grown tired of my cock and limited styles of fucking, even with my cum-eating abilities.
I knew she missed the lustful and passionate orgasms she had had with former Johns and lovers. She had admitted she had a little black book with dozen of names of her clients.
Clients that were both wealthy and important, and willing to pay a high price for extra-marital sex with a beautiful, young and very sexy woman who loved having unconditional sex in any hole.
When I asked about wearing a wedding ring, interfering, she told me that made her even more desirable, both in public and in bed.
I agreed, because I think most men loved putting the horns on another man if they can do so behind his back.
Of course, I was anxiously waiting for her to fulfill my dream of watching her fucking her well-paying men in any case.
My wait finally ended one night after my latest failure to make her have an orgasm with just my five inches.
She murmured tearfully that night that she really did want her once previous dates or tricks to help fulfill her sexual needs as she had been used to.
She sobbed woefully as she admitted that she really missed the taboo and nasty sex she had always enjoyed with her dates.
She kept telling me she was so sorry she was a prostitute and that I should probably just divorce her.
I listened fearfully, and asked with bated breathe if she actually loved any of those men the way she talked about them.
She replied, “Not like I do you dear, I just love how they make me feel when I go out with them on dates. I also love all the attention I get, both before and after they take me to bed."
I also love how they look as they grunt and spurt their semen deep inside both my holes, giving them the sexual release they pay so well for.”
“But mostly, I really love them paying me so much money for the privilege to do so,” giggling again.
"I don‘t just give myself away as most women do for free you know.” “Do you now understand what I am saying my dear husband?"
"You were just different than them because you represented all my dreams of getting married one day.”
I was a bit wounded that it was not just about sex with these other men, because what I had just heard was more like making love with some of them in the way she described it.
Yet, I did understand that women want to feel wanted and loved during sex, even sex that had been paid for in her case.
Since I was no longer in fear that she would start cheating on me behind my back, I told her that I wanted her to enjoy having sex with all her men again.
I stated once again that I would not mind becoming her willing cuckold, even relating that I had read that my fear of her fucking other men would turn into a strong desire to watch her do so.
I strongly agreed with that theory as I had a strong desire even now to watch her with her Johns.
We watched more videos of the cuckold lifestyle and became well versed in everything a hot-wife that was also an escorting prostitute might entail.
We agreed that her beloved vocation and my fetishes were a perfect fit for both of us.
I mean, Tessa had finally agreed that she would become my hot wife as a prostitute, and I agreed she could continue selling herself to her previously well-vetted Johns.
Of course, I would also be her willing cuckold slave as long as it worked out for both of us. We had even selected a few rules to help guide us in our endeavors to satisfy each other’s sexual activities.
Although Tessa was happy with our new plan, she was still amazed that I would give up all my male rights to other men.
I mean, she was amazed that I would settle for just getting sloppy seconds whilst she was paid for having passionate sex with any and every man she wanted to date for sex or money.
She finally just came out and asked me, “Why would you do this to yourself when you are such a handsome and proud man? You are not really such a terrible lover, you know!”
I carefully explained again that I had what is known as a cuckold fetish, combined with a voyeurism fetish. That I would actually enjoy watching her fuck virile and sometimes bigger cocked men than me.
I told her that I was aware of my inability to have that kind of passionate sex with sexual women like her without my either visualizing or having watched her with another lover to stimulate and excite me first.
I also told her of my previous worries she would cheat on me eventually just to get the kind of sex she had just described she wanted.
She was highly interested now and we looked up what having a voyeuristic cuckold fetish entailed. I think Tessa understood now what I wanted out of this cuckolding and hot-wife prostitute relationship.
Although, my young wife considered it very kinky and perverted, it was just another kind of fetish in her way of thinking. Fetishes were something that she had always dealt with in her profession.
As in a married man‘s idea of role playing, and the kinky things she had often done for them.
She said she had often dressed as a teenage girl like Brittany, a police officer, even a nurse, etc. Whatever her date wanted that did not hurt either her or him physically.
Anyway, the fact that this life would suit her staying a high-end, dating prostitute, and allowing me to become a voyeur cuckold, helped greatly in her thinking.
Therefore, my beautiful and sexy young wife accepted that I both wanted and desired for her to have sexual gratification at my own marital expense.
Still, I made sure she knew that I would be a normal husband during anything and everything else but sex in our marriage.
I think I went a bit overboard when I told her I could even enjoy being humiliated a bit. You know, when she was making love with them, and as long as I could be there silently watching and listening.
I even quickly amended that with saying, “But no humiliation allowed at any other time, not if you want to stay married to me.”
She nodded in understanding, appreciating that at least I would not be a dominated sissy male like some she had observed in the videos.
Still, I knew by her looking differently at me that she had lost a lot of respect for me knowing now that I had all these seemingly perverted issues with my sexuality.
Yet. I also realized she loved me enough to give my fetishes a chance to work for the both of us.
Oh yes dear readers, I am aware that most married women would not stay married for long if their husband wanted to watch them fucking another man very often.
I mean, does it not make sense that they would finally find a better man to marry eventually? A man that did not want to pimp them out as a married slut so they could watch them in bed with another man.
It was just that I knew that our circumstances made this lifestyle possible for the both of us. I even thought, “How lucky I am that I am a real willing cuckold.”
It probably helped too that she knew I would safe and secure while locked up in my cock cage. In her mind, I was safe while she got to play for pay, because she could date her Johns and fuck them whilst holding onto the key and preventing me cheating.
Anyway, it was not a week later that she called me and said she was going out on a date with a customer. Of course, I was jealous and worried with my not wanting to lose my lovely wife to another man with a better cock than mine, even if he was paying for her company.
That this could occur was something else the article had warned about when one was living this lifestyle. I was extremely nervous even though I knew she had indicated that she would never want to marry anyone else than me.
Worse yet, Tessa had admitted that some of her customers offered marriage and a high-end life after a few dates with her. She had cooed lovingly at the time, and said that only her very own handsome cuckold fit that particular bill.
I knew I had to just trust her and hope for the best, so I asked her to bring me a big cream-pie so I could enjoy getting sloppy seconds after her date with her John.
She said lustily, “I will do just that my dear, cuckold husband, having done so more than once already while we dated!” And anyway, she giggled, “At least now, I don’t have to worry about you feeling his nasty leavings.”
“And so it begins,” I mused to myself, finally getting what my first wife had never given me. At least this time, I knew I had communicated better than in the past about my willingness to be a willing cuckold.
I also knew you had to have a wife that really wanted to have sex with men other than their own husband for this to work.
My sexy little escorting prostitute came home early in the morning and I could tell by her face that she had been truly well fucked.
I waited expectantly, because she had agreed to tell me all the details of her date so I could enjoy her fuck date too.
She glowed happily as she told me in detail how she had danced with him, kissed passionately with him, and constantly held hands with him at the club.
She said after all that had occurred, he had taken her to his home and fucked her with his big dick, making her orgasm multiple times.
I looked at her and dared her to prove that he had done all that. She giggled happily and took off her dress, showing me her well-used and swampy pussy.
When she started removing her clothing, I could see the thick cum still running down her legs. Even her pubic hair was filled with clumps of sticky, stale and smelly cum.
I was somewhat surprised when she had smiled lasciviously and told me to do my part and take the cuckold’s position on my back.
I was shocked even more when she pushed me back on the bed, climbing up and over my body assertively and straddling my head.
I knew instantly what she wanted when she stared down at me with huge and expectant eyes.
Then she slowly lowered her smelly crotch to my face, while hanging tightly to the backboard. I swallowed my initial disgust, even as she began pushing cum and pussy juice out, almost retching while I licked and swallowed cum to her squeals of delight.
I had bits and pieces of nasty stale cum draining into my mouth and on my tongue for the first time in my life. While this was happening, she cooed, encouraging me to suck on her cunt hole and get the entire load of her date’s nasty and gooey load into my mouth with my tongue.
She even giggled and said that I had to swallow all of it like a loving husband should when acknowledging her lover’s superior and larger cock, and his copious amount of sperm.
“Wow” I thought, “She got a lot out of those videos we watched together.”
She continued murmuring happily and said that this was all I was good for now since she had to get her fucking from real men with big semen spurting cocks.
This event became my first hot-wife humiliation and it was just as she had seen on the videos. I knew this might just be the beginning of my ongoing humiliation, because she seemed to be really into it now.
Afterwards, while cuddling with me, she informed me that she intended to do this regularly before removing my cock cage and allowing me any sloppy seconds.
The realization that my cum-eating was a new and exciting addition to her previous sexual enjoyment came to me instantly.
Yet, my gorgeous and loving wife made it clear she loved me and considered me a good provider, a loving cuckold husband, and an excellent cum eater too.
“I can accept that,” I told her, and thus began our life with me as her willing cuckold and her as a paid escort or call girl when they wanted sex.
Her dating and bringing me her cum-filled pussy to eat and fuck lasted several weeks, with many men before she came to me and said she wanted more now.
I asked her what more did she want, fearing the worst. She was very excited when she said, “Honey, I don‘t want to have to go out and fuck my lovers in just cars or motel rooms anymore as a married slut-wife might do.”
“I want to have some of my dates come over and cuckold you so you can watch us on video. If I pay for it, we could install a top end video and sound system in this large home of ours so you can always watch.”
“Then I can taunt you verbally as they do in some of the stories we read and the videos we watch. Wouldn‘t that just be so awesome, my handsome husband?”
She said she had already explained to one or two of her regulars what cuckolding entailed, and that those two would be up for me being in the room when they came over on a fuck date sometimes.
When I accepted her plan, Tessa was happy with my willingness to be humiliated in my own house and in my own bed in front of those two men.
Of course, I had also realized that it had not been enough excitement for her that I ate another man’s nasty leaving. Nor that I had already taken sloppy seconds while wallowing in all the slimy cum deposited in her ravaged pussy.
Yet, we had read that cuckold humiliation was a huge part cuckolding for both the wife and her other man, so I readily agreed. Mostly because I did in fact want to watch and satisfy my fantasy in doing so.
With that agreed upon, she immediately called Stan and asked him to come over. When I first saw Stan, I realized that he was every woman’s dream with his movie star looks and cock size.
Of course, my cuckolding wife immediately asked both of us to get undressed so she could compare us. I mused, “Isn’t that a requirement in a lot of porn videos?”
It was apparent that my average sized cock could not compare with his long, perfect shaped and cervix-bumping weapon.
Though this was expected, it hurt my feelings a bit when she started giggling as she stared at my little stiff cock, and then stared adoringly and in awe at his erect and upward curving spear.
I was amazed at how large his cock head, balls and ball sack were too, but not because I wanted anything to do with them myself.
Little did I know at the time that holding and licking or fluffing a cock would eventually become on of my duties as a willing cuckold?
Anyway, Stan then put on a passion-filled exhibition as he showed me how he could make Tessa squeal with joy. She came repeatedly with his long cock plunging in and out of her pretty cunt.
I was astounded at how her inner cunt lips clung to the shaft of his cock each time he pulled out, and then disappeared when he plunged back into her fuck-hole.
She smiled and taunted me, cooing un-mercilessly with how good Stan felt. Then she told him to cum in her unprotected pussy so I could see how a real man made babies.
Actually having his baby would occur a few months later…just me jumping ahead in the story.
Anyway, Stan did as she had asked, coming deep inside her cunt and then again all over her furry little snatch.
I was almost struck dumb with her giggling instructions to make her husband a nasty cream-pie to eat.
I mean, I had already informed her, that just because I ate her cunt after it had been cum in, that did not really mean I was into that nasty task.
Of course, this event would be another huge humiliation of me, and I was smart enough to stay silent even as she humiliated me without mercy in several other ways.
I mean, all this humiliation was probably what I needed for allowing him to fuck my beautiful trophy wife while I just watched.
This blow to my ego worked and any pride I had left as a man went as well. Of course, I knew she was just following the cuckold’s guidebook.
Tessa initiated the next step of my humiliation when she began giggling lustily once again. She was crouching over my face and mouth as she began pushing out long streamers of cum both into my mouth and onto my face.
She lowered herself even further and began rubbing her now cum-matted and furry snatch all over my face, asking me in front of Stan, how nasty it felt.
I ignored her taunt and began pulling even more cum out of her cunt with my tongue, causing her to squirt explosively, strewing bits and pieces of cum and squealing with delight in a large climax.
It was not until then that I realized I still had some value, inasmuch that I was every bit as effective as Stan was in making her cum explosively.
Of course, it had also become painfully obvious that she had added this enjoyable act to her repertoire of sexual fun and games with men.
After Stan had showered and left, Tessa could not quit chattering and laughing as she told me how much fun all this had been for her.
She began telling me how she was going to love doing this often, as it was so stimulating for her.
I was laying there quietly listening; suffering with all the new humiliation I had endured this first time. I was a bit down with those two showing me my inadequacies in fucking the beautiful and sexy woman my wife was.
Tessa finally realized that I was shattered with this first-time experience and started kissing me adoringly.
She was cooing lovingly even as I took my sloppy seconds.
I could hardly believe the gigantic load of cum I spurted into her well-stretched and cum-dripping vagina. She giggled happily, content that I too had enjoyed our first time doing this.
“So it is true, I thought, I was indeed competing with the stronger and more dominate male in depositing sperm.”
I finally got over any depression I had had after that first time. When Stan or one of the others were not there loving on or fucking her, we were a normal and happy couple again.
When she first put her hot wife’s ankle bracelet and toe rings, I knew what to expect.
The cuckold’s guide said that meant she was another man’s woman from that moment on and would be with him only while she wore then.
And true to form, no matter where we were or what we were doing, she would be holding her date’s hand and kissing him lovingly whilst staring into his eyes adoringly.
This was the way it was until she was actually fucking one of those men in our home. Then she kept eye contact with the camera lens as she cooed and moaned in ecstasy.
She would give me a great porn scene of how much she really did enjoy what she was doing.
She was continually telling him how good he felt, and choreographing what she was going to do with him as he used all her holes.
Again, she was doing what the cuckold guide had instructed the hot-wife to do when having sex with other men in front of their husband.
I always loved her doing that too, because it was like I was not even around when she was escorting only.
Yet, when her date was over, she would reassure me that she loved being married to me. It was nice that she would always have plenty of kisses and hugs for me too.
I was not left at home all that much actually, because she wanted me to join them in a threesome whenever she met them outside our home.
I suspect it was to show us off, both her important looking escort or fuck-date and her willing cuckold husband.
I was painfully aware of this and had to accept that she liked these men almost as much as she did me, albeit temporarily. Of course, she liked them for different reasons, just one of which included a lot of money.
My gorgeous wife was a woman who loved dating handsome men, with me being included in that, I suppose.
She was also a highly sexual woman that loved having sex with most of these important men and sometimes-handsome dates of hers. Of course, she did with me too, with my eating their cum and taking sloppy seconds so avidly.
It appeared she really wanted that kind of taboo sex with well-hung lovers, the kind only they could give her outside her marriage and theirs.
Anyway, I would accompany them wherever they went; usually wearing a cuckold collar and a cock cage. I always walked slightly behind them so any other women knew what I was and left me alone.
I had read that the caging of the husband added additional humiliation in the wife’s mind because it told others that the husband could never cum without getting her permission first.
Of course, I was not happy that she wore that little key for all to see on her twinkling and shining ankle bracelet.
In our case, it was only worn when we were with her dates, and then removed after her date had filled her with his load of smelly and slippery cum.
I was just grateful that Tessa loved me enough not to deny me sloppy seconds, as I had read some hot-wives did.
Still, I was humiliated even more when my darling wife wanted everyone in our life to know that she was a hot wife and that I was just her willing cuckold husband.
She had stated haughtily that she wanted everyone to know that it was me that wanted this perverted lifestyle and that she was only going along with my wants and desires.
“Little liar,” I thought to myself, you are a sex-loving prostitute that loves this lifestyle because it suits yours.
Everyone knowing included our families, which was very embarrassing for me because they did not know she was an escort and that we were role-playing.
I did not mind really though, as her dates mostly ignored me, assuming that I was more a driver or bodyguard than a real husband.
Well…maybe they had not ignored me one time we went to the beach. On that day, both Stan and Tessa were wearing skimpy bathing suits that exposed most everything they had while I was instructed to remove mine and to stand and watch with just my cuckold cage on.
They then spread their blanket and people walked by pointing at me and laughing hysterically.
Tessa had crawled on top of Stan and pulled her bikini bottom over to the side so he could enter her cunt with his large cock-head and extreme length.
I was still amazed how she could take so much cock as she rode up and down on it moaning and groaning until she squealed out aloud that she was coming big.
A crowd had gathered and their pointing and laughing comments made me cry in painful humiliation. I mean, it was obvious that everyone knew what her ankle bracelet, toe rings, and my caged cock meant.
They also knew that I was the husband being tortured by my wife and her bull with his huge cock.
They both apologized to me afterwards, seeing how destroyed I was with their having humiliated me in public like that.
Tessa held me for hours that night, knowing she had gone a little overboard with her public demonstration of a lack of respect for my feelings, even though the cuckold guide called for it.
There were other times, like when Tessa wanted to fuck her important date in a nightclub booth while I kept watch and shooed smirking servers away.
Everyone nearby smirked and smiled because of Tessa’s verbal enjoyment of her fucking in a public place. That made me somewhat nervous, but that beach scene never happened again.
One time I went out with my hot-wife on a date and picked up a young black lover in our nice limo she had bought for just this purpose.
They had me to drive along slowly while he pummeled all her holes with his long slender and ebony black cock in the back seat.
People in passing vehicles smiled and waved at us when they looked in the side windows. Me, I just watched in the rearview mirror as she squealed in pleasure as he plunged all 9 inches inside her holes repeatedly.
I guess it worked out well that I made at least two 24 hour trips weekly over the road with my railroad job. In that way, my escort wife could enjoy having her date stay all day or all night with him acting as her husband for up to 24 hours.
She charged a couple of thousand on those “pretty woman” types of occasions, five for a weekend.
I always wondered what the neighbors thought when strange but well-dressed and important looking older men came over with me out on the road, kissing her both hello and goodbye hours later.
However, that was okay because my neighbors knew of my cuckold status and would just smirk and shake their heads in wonder.
I often wondered what they would say if they knew, she was a working girl and those men were paying for her time?
Oh well I thought, “Most everyone knows that married life has changed for young people now days.”
Of course, I still got to watch and listen when I returned home, having installed that hidden camera system that recorded pretty everything including sound in all the rooms of the house.
That was pretty much where Tessa performed her sexual acts too, in all rooms of the house!
Hey, wake up people! I was willing cuckold that wanted to both watch and listen to my ultra-pretty and highly sexy woman having great sex with other men who were bigger and better.
That included important and wealthy married men who were not bigger or better, but paid well for that privilege.
She would put on quite a porn scene for me too, knowing about my system, yet keeping her dates in the dark about it.
I would guess that it was a good thing they trusted her as much ass they did, and they paid in cash, so there was no evidence of the transaction.
As far as her amorous Johns were chosen, Tessa made sure they generally had cocks that either matched or were a little larger than my own, though not always much larger.
She insisted that most knew how to use those same cocks the way she wanted them to if they wanted her best efforts and repeat performances.
She had to be attracted to them too, I mean, almost a real falling in love type of attraction for some, again unless they were very important and wealthy which counted too.
That she felt this way about any of her dates was embarrassing at times in public, usually when we ran into acquaintances.
I mean, she would kiss, hold hands and hang onto them lovingly anywhere we went in giving her best efforts.
Her best efforts usually drew various looks of disapproval from those who knew we were married.
She either did not notice or care, and if I mentioned that she often acted like a teenager that had just fallen in love.
She would frown at me then, reminding me that she was not just a cock-hungry slut, and that I was either just jealous of her men or was putting down her type of work.
Of course, maybe I was, but some even became my friends, mostly because we all shared an interest in Tessa and we all have to pay in some way or another. Mine was that I provided a home for her to work out of.
Anyways, some of us watched sports together when they were not busy fucking my wife in the bedroom. I had learned a lot about what my wife enjoyed, because I had watched the videos of what some of the studs did to my wife sexually.
I had learned to appreciate her moans and groans and all her teasing comments about how good something felt. I no longer minded the eye rolls and taunts, because she was just letting me share in how good a man felt at different stages of her sexual ravishment.
I was generally always allowed sloppy seconds, but for just long enough to cum in her slicked fuck-hole.
I mean, I still really enjoyed the ecstatic feeling I got when fucking her slippery cum-filled cunt, and I always spurted furiously in my effort to reclaim my wife‘s pussy.
That was a hopeless effort I knew, but I really did try hard to compete with all her men, beating some of them I think. Of course, I always felt somewhat humiliated with her laughter at my attempts at doing so.
I mean, I was only hurrying to add my huge load to theirs quickly for that sperm competition thing. Of course, I still had to eat thick or runny cum at times after we had fucked her vigorously and they had left.
My lovely wife had many different lovers paying for her services over time, and I was allowed to help pick them out sometimes. We weeded out those that wanted her to fall in love with them and leave me her husband.
Nor would she continue to see anyone who had been too offensive or condescending in his treatment of me in public. She would just stop and tell him to leave if he could not just be with her on a date.
She also made sure to avoid those with dicks she could not keep hard, or those men though attractive, did not have the ability to fuck her any better than I could.
She said that was rather pointless as she had me for that and made plenty of money with her important and wealthy men, or even her stud-like real men.
She has even tried a few black men after seeing so many in porn videos. Surprisingly enough, most of the blacks were not of the size seen in the videos and fucked no better than white men.
Although, she did have one she had an immense crush on for several weeks. He came around several times and loved me watching as he smirked and used all her holes with his well-formed and thick black cock.
He was quite wealthy and tried to get her to live with him in his mansion as a permanent sex companion. It appeared to be extra exciting for her to verbally taunt me with this well-hung black lover.
I think that was because he could fuck her so much better than I ever could. She explained that he was a 10 on the scale of sexual ability where I was more like a five.
I was sure she loved having me eating a black man’s cum too, because she knew I was raised to be biased towards white women fucking a black man, even for money.
I had even thought she had fallen head over heels in love with him at the time, but she reassured me that she only loved me as a husband and just loved the way he fucked her.
My sweet little wife has had a couple of her lover’s babies over the last five years, Stan‘s and her black lover's.
I was a proud papa to all of them, including the black child produced during my weeks of black cock humiliation.
I had been amazed during her pregnancies that she would fuck that particular man right up until her delivery date. Even then, she would continue to fuck him afterwards, because as she stated, “He is the father of the baby and has paternal rights as such.”
They even paid her good money for their child’s upkeep, though I suspected it was more that she had cared enough for him at the time to bear his baby.
Of course, I never said anything out of constant fear of her leaving me for another man, especially one that she cared for more than me.
You know, a cuckold lifestyle can be very rewarding, as long as there is communication and two loving people.
Of course, losing respect as a man in your wife’s eyes is not pleasant; a cuckold husband sometimes wonders why his loving wife loves to humiliate him so much.
To my thinking, I would guess that it is playful payback for not being the man she first thought you were. Alternatively, maybe it was my actually wanting to be a cuckold husband instead of a normally perceived, real man.
It could also be because she has fallen for other men and still stayed married because of her wedding vows, wanting to punish him for the loyalty she had displayed.
I do not really know, and it could be for all these reasons. I do know that we fit well together with her being an escort prostitute that loved sex and me a cuckold who loved watching her have sex.
Anyway, we lived through all these exotic experiences for several years before settling down to just doing this once or twice a week.
That was only because we had children coming of age in the house. She said she wanted to have a normal life for them as a loving husband and wife when they started bringing their friends home.
Generally, when I want sloppy seconds, or she wants to date one of her lovers, she either goes out or we go to the cuckold club we had joined. There, I did everything expected of a cuckold in front of all the other patrons.
Sometimes I was even asked to fluff a man first by sucking his cock while stripping nude and on my knees. I just considered it just another nasty humiliation that she seemed to appreciate more than I did.
She said sucking male cocks was something she had enjoyed for years, and that I should learn what it felt like too, especially since I was willing to eat their cum after they had fucked her and spurted into her fuck-holes.
She had gained a few Johns there too, just as she had working her trade. That was probably because she was still a very hot, if now somewhat more mature prostitute or escort at in her late thirties.
My Tessa had kept her beauty and stayed in great shape with us working out together. I had even made my own baby girl because Tessa had wanted one of mine after having two of theirs.
I had learned a lot from all her lovers in making her cum with my average-sized penis, and I no longer wore the cage like before. Well, except when we were at the cuckold’s club where I was expected to wear one along with my cuckold’s collar.
I could enjoy a real sex life with her now, as she had reminded me that it was not really the size of a cock but what a man did with it that counted.
I had learned what to do with mine after a year or two of watching other males make her squeal in orgasm.
I was happy with our life as it is now, and our children are supportive of our lifestyle having seen it all their lives. I would suppose that since they saw we were happy, they were happy as well.
My eldest daughter at fourteen, says she will find a man like her daddy so she can enjoy having her cake and eating it too. Just like her pretty mommy does while making lots of money. “How sweet,” my wife had giggled.
I could not say much as she had indeed made us rather wealthy with her profession. Yet, I still thought to myself, “Poor man. I mean, what I have started by allowing all those men to both visit and fuck their mother in our bedroom!”
I mused thoughtfully, “Children do mimic what they see their parents do. Yet, this wife never cheated on me or left me as I had always feared either.”
As they say, “It isn’t cheating if you’re watching and allowing!” So goes the song of the happy but Willing Cuckold that I was
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A man whose wife had taken all the savings while he got the house, which was fair enough as they did not have any children.
That same young and pretty wife had not wanted children because their love life had never been any good after the honeymoon anyway.
Then that same wife had ruined the marriage by repeatedly disrespecting her husband with male friends, fucking them repeatedly and putting him down.
I was that disgraced man, and I had finally realized that she no longer loved or respected me, maybe not since that honeymoon.
Now I am sitting here feeling depressed that I had not been man enough to satisfy her sexually, traumatized that she would throw away our marriage just to have sex with other men.
Men that at least in my own mind fucked her better than me. If only I had known, enough to persuade her make me her willing cuckold.
Of course, it had taken me until the present day getting a good description of what a willing cuckold actually was, looking it up online finally.
Somehow, I knew that it would have always fit me well because I knew that I was a voyeur and loved to look at porn videos of men sharing their wives.
I had always had exotic dreams of my wife fucking other men.
You all know what I am talking about, all the fantasies men have where a wife is fucking men who were better endowed than they are.
Anyway, after realizing she was indeed fucking other men behind my back, I felt left out and abandoned, because it had become just her secret life and not mine.
I had not been included in any part of it, which was just wrong to my way of thinking. After all, I had really wanted to see her fucking other men!
However, it was not long after the divorce that I met a dark-eyed and hot little beauty at the hotel I stayed at when out of town on a road trip.
You see, I am a railroad engineer and spent time over the road each week, usually in two round trips of 20 to 30 hours duration.
She had eyed me as eagerly as I had her, and we introduced ourselves in the bar. She asked me about my reason for being there and I told her that I was an over the road railroader.
Somewhere along in the conversation, I told her I had just recently gotten divorced.
She smiled gaily and stated with a cute girlish giggle, “That just makes you an available handsome man again!”
I guess I should tell you that I am a handsome man and well built because I work out a lot. With my looks and build, I had no trouble attracting beautiful women like the hot, 22 year old, Tessa.
Of course, just having gotten divorced, I was worried about keeping her around for long with my record of accomplishment in the bedroom.
Here I go again, I guess I was still traumatized and worried about my ability to fuck her with my cock length of five inches. My issue with my cock size was related to my previous marriage.
It had not helped that my first wife had taunted me that she had never really had an orgasm with my worthless little pencil dick, and that had really hurt my ego.
Anyway, Tessa and I laughed, talked, and had several drinks that night, enthralling each other as we both became somewhat tipsy.
We set up another date to get to get together again on my next trip, as I had to catch a train home.
We did this twice a week for several weeks; both of us falling in love with each other more and more each trip.
Then came the dreaded night when we went to bed together for sex. I did my best to give her a great sexual experience but I could tell that she had faked her orgasm.
I knew she had because my first wife had done the same thing and I knew all the signs, although she had never admitted it either.
However, Tessa was more than pleased that I would eat her pussy after I had cum in it. She was verbally enthusiastic with her orgasm, squealing happily, as I avidly sucked her little cunt.
I wiggled my long tongue inside her twat and bumped her clit with my nose until she climaxed hard, squealing loudly as she held my head and squirted both cum and her pussy juices into my face.
I knew with her explosive orgasm that I had solved the orgasm problem.
“Maybe I have overcome my short comings?” I even mused to myself thoughtfully.
We moved on to the next stage of our romance with her moving in with me back in my hometown in my rather large and expensive house.
Our lives appeared to be both fun and happy for the most part, at least when I was in town and could be with her.
We talked of marriage and having children someday and I actually felt she loved me for more than just my sexual prowess.
Though that was a blessing in my mind, I still felt that I was inadequate because of her having faked several orgasms with me.
Yet, it appeared she was happy enough with our current love life to marry me.
Still yet, I was doubtful of our marriage surviving, because I knew how excited she got having any type of sex, how ecstatically verbal she could get.
I mean, face it; I had mentally convinced myself that I was still not performing well enough to keep her sexually fulfilled and happy.
My being out of town twice a week did not help either as it gave her too much time to find a bigger cock to play with.
I guess what I really mean is…that I suspected that she was still seeing her lovers and fucking them regularly.
My lovely bride, my dear and gorgeous Tessa, had given me someone’s sloppy seconds just recently, just as my first wife once had.
The signs had appeared when I came home earlier than expected, much as they had in my previous marriage. I was sure she had hastily wiped her crotch with a washrag when I came back early.
I could even smell the leavings of her sexual activity, and I tasted cum on her lips and tongue when kissing her; telling me one of her lovers had just left after she gave them a final blowjob.
Another sign was that Tessa would get all big-eyed and fearful when she knew I was fucking into their leavings.
However, I never said anything because I actually enjoyed the slick and warm sensation of her stretched and cum-filled pussy.
The same ecstatically slippery feeling that made me cum harder than normal. This erotic feeling was something I had read occurred during a cuckold relationship, called sperm competition between males.
Supposedly where I was trying to give her a larger load of sperm than the previous male had. I had once read it would increase even more with the visual aspects of my watching other males fuck and cum inside her.
Of course, I did realize that my suspicions and questions caused her to worry that I might not marry her.
I had figured out Tessa was one of those little sluts that were into a lot of exciting sex with different men.
I was sure with my previous experience that she wouldn‘t stay faithful with a man with a small cock, no matter how much she loved him.
I worried and thought about the situation constantly, and had realized I did not want a repeat of my first marriage.
Therefore, I decided that having an early talk might relieve her of her stress and possibly get us into a lifestyle that benefited couples like us.
A lifestyle where I could be both proud of having a beautiful wife and still be confident enough in our marriage to share her with other men.
It helped that I had often read that a high percentage of men liked to watch other dominant males seduce and make passionate love to their wives in front of them.
It read that the visual aspect of the seduction of their private property or wife…both enhanced and increased their own sexual desires.
“This would definitely suit me,” I thought to myself.
To set the stage properly, I rented videos and we started reading stories online together about the willing cuckold and his hot-wife.
She was alarmed at first, mostly as to why I would even think of her becoming a hot-wife if I didn‘t already suspect something.
She started protesting when I asked if she wanted other men to be a part of our marriage and in our bed.
I quickly put my finger to her lips to silence her tearful protests. Then I confessed that I had only divorced the first wife because she had not included me in her activities with other men. That her actions had been a wife cheating on her husband only.
She quit protesting when she realized that I knew what she had been doing when I was on a road trip. That I was really just giving her a way out with this willing cuckold talk.
Little did I know at the time she really needed a way out of her predicament!
Tessa did not fully believe me at first, but soon realized that I might be on the level, realizing that I did in fact love to show her off at every opportunity in public.
I think I had helped my case by assuring her that I did love that other men leered at my very sexy and beautiful woman when she flirted with her sexy body language and leering smile.
To reinforce this, I reminded her that I had bought her short mini skirts and see through blouses to wear already.
My sweet Tessa even giggled when I told her I had bought them so men could see her lovely breasts as they bounced and jiggled.
Of course, I knew I could say this to her because she was an obvious exhibitionist at heart. She even admitted she did not mind looking like a sexy slut as long as I did not.
Of course, Tessa had also broken down crying and tearfully confessing that she did have other men fucking her when I was out of town for long periods.
Men that had both the time and money to drive over to see her in both out in our town and in our home.
In addition, she related unhappily that she was actually a high-end escort and prostitute working the hotel when she spotted me.
She said I was just so handsome and sad looking, yet I appealed to her as a possible customer. She said she could tell by my not hitting on her, that she should not proposition me with her $1,000 fee for sex.
She watched my face carefully as she explained that she had started escorting and fucking men in her first year in college, losing her virginity to a Professor for a better grade.
Tessa said she had realized even back then, that she loved both fucking many men and the vast amount of money she made, having escorted for 4 years now.
She told me that she had only stayed sitting next to me because I was so lonely looking, and that it had tugged at her heartstrings.
With that session of dual confessions behind us, we got married. Tessa was just what I wanted, a beautiful high-end prostitute and escort whom would be fucking other men and giving me sloppy seconds after making a lot of money doing it.
My brand new wife tried having sex with just me after our short honeymoon, but I had seen her eyes straying to other handsome and important looking men during our weeklong honeymoon.
It was not long before she had grown tired of my cock and limited styles of fucking, even with my cum-eating abilities.
I knew she missed the lustful and passionate orgasms she had had with former Johns and lovers. She had admitted she had a little black book with dozen of names of her clients.
Clients that were both wealthy and important, and willing to pay a high price for extra-marital sex with a beautiful, young and very sexy woman who loved having unconditional sex in any hole.
When I asked about wearing a wedding ring, interfering, she told me that made her even more desirable, both in public and in bed.
I agreed, because I think most men loved putting the horns on another man if they can do so behind his back.
Of course, I was anxiously waiting for her to fulfill my dream of watching her fucking her well-paying men in any case.
My wait finally ended one night after my latest failure to make her have an orgasm with just my five inches.
She murmured tearfully that night that she really did want her once previous dates or tricks to help fulfill her sexual needs as she had been used to.
She sobbed woefully as she admitted that she really missed the taboo and nasty sex she had always enjoyed with her dates.
She kept telling me she was so sorry she was a prostitute and that I should probably just divorce her.
I listened fearfully, and asked with bated breathe if she actually loved any of those men the way she talked about them.
She replied, “Not like I do you dear, I just love how they make me feel when I go out with them on dates. I also love all the attention I get, both before and after they take me to bed."
I also love how they look as they grunt and spurt their semen deep inside both my holes, giving them the sexual release they pay so well for.”
“But mostly, I really love them paying me so much money for the privilege to do so,” giggling again.
"I don‘t just give myself away as most women do for free you know.” “Do you now understand what I am saying my dear husband?"
"You were just different than them because you represented all my dreams of getting married one day.”
I was a bit wounded that it was not just about sex with these other men, because what I had just heard was more like making love with some of them in the way she described it.
Yet, I did understand that women want to feel wanted and loved during sex, even sex that had been paid for in her case.
Since I was no longer in fear that she would start cheating on me behind my back, I told her that I wanted her to enjoy having sex with all her men again.
I stated once again that I would not mind becoming her willing cuckold, even relating that I had read that my fear of her fucking other men would turn into a strong desire to watch her do so.
I strongly agreed with that theory as I had a strong desire even now to watch her with her Johns.
We watched more videos of the cuckold lifestyle and became well versed in everything a hot-wife that was also an escorting prostitute might entail.
We agreed that her beloved vocation and my fetishes were a perfect fit for both of us.
I mean, Tessa had finally agreed that she would become my hot wife as a prostitute, and I agreed she could continue selling herself to her previously well-vetted Johns.
Of course, I would also be her willing cuckold slave as long as it worked out for both of us. We had even selected a few rules to help guide us in our endeavors to satisfy each other’s sexual activities.
Although Tessa was happy with our new plan, she was still amazed that I would give up all my male rights to other men.
I mean, she was amazed that I would settle for just getting sloppy seconds whilst she was paid for having passionate sex with any and every man she wanted to date for sex or money.
She finally just came out and asked me, “Why would you do this to yourself when you are such a handsome and proud man? You are not really such a terrible lover, you know!”
I carefully explained again that I had what is known as a cuckold fetish, combined with a voyeurism fetish. That I would actually enjoy watching her fuck virile and sometimes bigger cocked men than me.
I told her that I was aware of my inability to have that kind of passionate sex with sexual women like her without my either visualizing or having watched her with another lover to stimulate and excite me first.
I also told her of my previous worries she would cheat on me eventually just to get the kind of sex she had just described she wanted.
She was highly interested now and we looked up what having a voyeuristic cuckold fetish entailed. I think Tessa understood now what I wanted out of this cuckolding and hot-wife prostitute relationship.
Although, my young wife considered it very kinky and perverted, it was just another kind of fetish in her way of thinking. Fetishes were something that she had always dealt with in her profession.
As in a married man‘s idea of role playing, and the kinky things she had often done for them.
She said she had often dressed as a teenage girl like Brittany, a police officer, even a nurse, etc. Whatever her date wanted that did not hurt either her or him physically.
Anyway, the fact that this life would suit her staying a high-end, dating prostitute, and allowing me to become a voyeur cuckold, helped greatly in her thinking.
Therefore, my beautiful and sexy young wife accepted that I both wanted and desired for her to have sexual gratification at my own marital expense.
Still, I made sure she knew that I would be a normal husband during anything and everything else but sex in our marriage.
I think I went a bit overboard when I told her I could even enjoy being humiliated a bit. You know, when she was making love with them, and as long as I could be there silently watching and listening.
I even quickly amended that with saying, “But no humiliation allowed at any other time, not if you want to stay married to me.”
She nodded in understanding, appreciating that at least I would not be a dominated sissy male like some she had observed in the videos.
Still, I knew by her looking differently at me that she had lost a lot of respect for me knowing now that I had all these seemingly perverted issues with my sexuality.
Yet. I also realized she loved me enough to give my fetishes a chance to work for the both of us.
Oh yes dear readers, I am aware that most married women would not stay married for long if their husband wanted to watch them fucking another man very often.
I mean, does it not make sense that they would finally find a better man to marry eventually? A man that did not want to pimp them out as a married slut so they could watch them in bed with another man.
It was just that I knew that our circumstances made this lifestyle possible for the both of us. I even thought, “How lucky I am that I am a real willing cuckold.”
It probably helped too that she knew I would safe and secure while locked up in my cock cage. In her mind, I was safe while she got to play for pay, because she could date her Johns and fuck them whilst holding onto the key and preventing me cheating.
Anyway, it was not a week later that she called me and said she was going out on a date with a customer. Of course, I was jealous and worried with my not wanting to lose my lovely wife to another man with a better cock than mine, even if he was paying for her company.
That this could occur was something else the article had warned about when one was living this lifestyle. I was extremely nervous even though I knew she had indicated that she would never want to marry anyone else than me.
Worse yet, Tessa had admitted that some of her customers offered marriage and a high-end life after a few dates with her. She had cooed lovingly at the time, and said that only her very own handsome cuckold fit that particular bill.
I knew I had to just trust her and hope for the best, so I asked her to bring me a big cream-pie so I could enjoy getting sloppy seconds after her date with her John.
She said lustily, “I will do just that my dear, cuckold husband, having done so more than once already while we dated!” And anyway, she giggled, “At least now, I don’t have to worry about you feeling his nasty leavings.”
“And so it begins,” I mused to myself, finally getting what my first wife had never given me. At least this time, I knew I had communicated better than in the past about my willingness to be a willing cuckold.
I also knew you had to have a wife that really wanted to have sex with men other than their own husband for this to work.
My sexy little escorting prostitute came home early in the morning and I could tell by her face that she had been truly well fucked.
I waited expectantly, because she had agreed to tell me all the details of her date so I could enjoy her fuck date too.
She glowed happily as she told me in detail how she had danced with him, kissed passionately with him, and constantly held hands with him at the club.
She said after all that had occurred, he had taken her to his home and fucked her with his big dick, making her orgasm multiple times.
I looked at her and dared her to prove that he had done all that. She giggled happily and took off her dress, showing me her well-used and swampy pussy.
When she started removing her clothing, I could see the thick cum still running down her legs. Even her pubic hair was filled with clumps of sticky, stale and smelly cum.
I was somewhat surprised when she had smiled lasciviously and told me to do my part and take the cuckold’s position on my back.
I was shocked even more when she pushed me back on the bed, climbing up and over my body assertively and straddling my head.
I knew instantly what she wanted when she stared down at me with huge and expectant eyes.
Then she slowly lowered her smelly crotch to my face, while hanging tightly to the backboard. I swallowed my initial disgust, even as she began pushing cum and pussy juice out, almost retching while I licked and swallowed cum to her squeals of delight.
I had bits and pieces of nasty stale cum draining into my mouth and on my tongue for the first time in my life. While this was happening, she cooed, encouraging me to suck on her cunt hole and get the entire load of her date’s nasty and gooey load into my mouth with my tongue.
She even giggled and said that I had to swallow all of it like a loving husband should when acknowledging her lover’s superior and larger cock, and his copious amount of sperm.
“Wow” I thought, “She got a lot out of those videos we watched together.”
She continued murmuring happily and said that this was all I was good for now since she had to get her fucking from real men with big semen spurting cocks.
This event became my first hot-wife humiliation and it was just as she had seen on the videos. I knew this might just be the beginning of my ongoing humiliation, because she seemed to be really into it now.
Afterwards, while cuddling with me, she informed me that she intended to do this regularly before removing my cock cage and allowing me any sloppy seconds.
The realization that my cum-eating was a new and exciting addition to her previous sexual enjoyment came to me instantly.
Yet, my gorgeous and loving wife made it clear she loved me and considered me a good provider, a loving cuckold husband, and an excellent cum eater too.
“I can accept that,” I told her, and thus began our life with me as her willing cuckold and her as a paid escort or call girl when they wanted sex.
Her dating and bringing me her cum-filled pussy to eat and fuck lasted several weeks, with many men before she came to me and said she wanted more now.
I asked her what more did she want, fearing the worst. She was very excited when she said, “Honey, I don‘t want to have to go out and fuck my lovers in just cars or motel rooms anymore as a married slut-wife might do.”
“I want to have some of my dates come over and cuckold you so you can watch us on video. If I pay for it, we could install a top end video and sound system in this large home of ours so you can always watch.”
“Then I can taunt you verbally as they do in some of the stories we read and the videos we watch. Wouldn‘t that just be so awesome, my handsome husband?”
She said she had already explained to one or two of her regulars what cuckolding entailed, and that those two would be up for me being in the room when they came over on a fuck date sometimes.
When I accepted her plan, Tessa was happy with my willingness to be humiliated in my own house and in my own bed in front of those two men.
Of course, I had also realized that it had not been enough excitement for her that I ate another man’s nasty leaving. Nor that I had already taken sloppy seconds while wallowing in all the slimy cum deposited in her ravaged pussy.
Yet, we had read that cuckold humiliation was a huge part cuckolding for both the wife and her other man, so I readily agreed. Mostly because I did in fact want to watch and satisfy my fantasy in doing so.
With that agreed upon, she immediately called Stan and asked him to come over. When I first saw Stan, I realized that he was every woman’s dream with his movie star looks and cock size.
Of course, my cuckolding wife immediately asked both of us to get undressed so she could compare us. I mused, “Isn’t that a requirement in a lot of porn videos?”
It was apparent that my average sized cock could not compare with his long, perfect shaped and cervix-bumping weapon.
Though this was expected, it hurt my feelings a bit when she started giggling as she stared at my little stiff cock, and then stared adoringly and in awe at his erect and upward curving spear.
I was amazed at how large his cock head, balls and ball sack were too, but not because I wanted anything to do with them myself.
Little did I know at the time that holding and licking or fluffing a cock would eventually become on of my duties as a willing cuckold?
Anyway, Stan then put on a passion-filled exhibition as he showed me how he could make Tessa squeal with joy. She came repeatedly with his long cock plunging in and out of her pretty cunt.
I was astounded at how her inner cunt lips clung to the shaft of his cock each time he pulled out, and then disappeared when he plunged back into her fuck-hole.
She smiled and taunted me, cooing un-mercilessly with how good Stan felt. Then she told him to cum in her unprotected pussy so I could see how a real man made babies.
Actually having his baby would occur a few months later…just me jumping ahead in the story.
Anyway, Stan did as she had asked, coming deep inside her cunt and then again all over her furry little snatch.
I was almost struck dumb with her giggling instructions to make her husband a nasty cream-pie to eat.
I mean, I had already informed her, that just because I ate her cunt after it had been cum in, that did not really mean I was into that nasty task.
Of course, this event would be another huge humiliation of me, and I was smart enough to stay silent even as she humiliated me without mercy in several other ways.
I mean, all this humiliation was probably what I needed for allowing him to fuck my beautiful trophy wife while I just watched.
This blow to my ego worked and any pride I had left as a man went as well. Of course, I knew she was just following the cuckold’s guidebook.
Tessa initiated the next step of my humiliation when she began giggling lustily once again. She was crouching over my face and mouth as she began pushing out long streamers of cum both into my mouth and onto my face.
She lowered herself even further and began rubbing her now cum-matted and furry snatch all over my face, asking me in front of Stan, how nasty it felt.
I ignored her taunt and began pulling even more cum out of her cunt with my tongue, causing her to squirt explosively, strewing bits and pieces of cum and squealing with delight in a large climax.
It was not until then that I realized I still had some value, inasmuch that I was every bit as effective as Stan was in making her cum explosively.
Of course, it had also become painfully obvious that she had added this enjoyable act to her repertoire of sexual fun and games with men.
After Stan had showered and left, Tessa could not quit chattering and laughing as she told me how much fun all this had been for her.
She began telling me how she was going to love doing this often, as it was so stimulating for her.
I was laying there quietly listening; suffering with all the new humiliation I had endured this first time. I was a bit down with those two showing me my inadequacies in fucking the beautiful and sexy woman my wife was.
Tessa finally realized that I was shattered with this first-time experience and started kissing me adoringly.
She was cooing lovingly even as I took my sloppy seconds.
I could hardly believe the gigantic load of cum I spurted into her well-stretched and cum-dripping vagina. She giggled happily, content that I too had enjoyed our first time doing this.
“So it is true, I thought, I was indeed competing with the stronger and more dominate male in depositing sperm.”
I finally got over any depression I had had after that first time. When Stan or one of the others were not there loving on or fucking her, we were a normal and happy couple again.
When she first put her hot wife’s ankle bracelet and toe rings, I knew what to expect.
The cuckold’s guide said that meant she was another man’s woman from that moment on and would be with him only while she wore then.
And true to form, no matter where we were or what we were doing, she would be holding her date’s hand and kissing him lovingly whilst staring into his eyes adoringly.
This was the way it was until she was actually fucking one of those men in our home. Then she kept eye contact with the camera lens as she cooed and moaned in ecstasy.
She would give me a great porn scene of how much she really did enjoy what she was doing.
She was continually telling him how good he felt, and choreographing what she was going to do with him as he used all her holes.
Again, she was doing what the cuckold guide had instructed the hot-wife to do when having sex with other men in front of their husband.
I always loved her doing that too, because it was like I was not even around when she was escorting only.
Yet, when her date was over, she would reassure me that she loved being married to me. It was nice that she would always have plenty of kisses and hugs for me too.
I was not left at home all that much actually, because she wanted me to join them in a threesome whenever she met them outside our home.
I suspect it was to show us off, both her important looking escort or fuck-date and her willing cuckold husband.
I was painfully aware of this and had to accept that she liked these men almost as much as she did me, albeit temporarily. Of course, she liked them for different reasons, just one of which included a lot of money.
My gorgeous wife was a woman who loved dating handsome men, with me being included in that, I suppose.
She was also a highly sexual woman that loved having sex with most of these important men and sometimes-handsome dates of hers. Of course, she did with me too, with my eating their cum and taking sloppy seconds so avidly.
It appeared she really wanted that kind of taboo sex with well-hung lovers, the kind only they could give her outside her marriage and theirs.
Anyway, I would accompany them wherever they went; usually wearing a cuckold collar and a cock cage. I always walked slightly behind them so any other women knew what I was and left me alone.
I had read that the caging of the husband added additional humiliation in the wife’s mind because it told others that the husband could never cum without getting her permission first.
Of course, I was not happy that she wore that little key for all to see on her twinkling and shining ankle bracelet.
In our case, it was only worn when we were with her dates, and then removed after her date had filled her with his load of smelly and slippery cum.
I was just grateful that Tessa loved me enough not to deny me sloppy seconds, as I had read some hot-wives did.
Still, I was humiliated even more when my darling wife wanted everyone in our life to know that she was a hot wife and that I was just her willing cuckold husband.
She had stated haughtily that she wanted everyone to know that it was me that wanted this perverted lifestyle and that she was only going along with my wants and desires.
“Little liar,” I thought to myself, you are a sex-loving prostitute that loves this lifestyle because it suits yours.
Everyone knowing included our families, which was very embarrassing for me because they did not know she was an escort and that we were role-playing.
I did not mind really though, as her dates mostly ignored me, assuming that I was more a driver or bodyguard than a real husband.
Well…maybe they had not ignored me one time we went to the beach. On that day, both Stan and Tessa were wearing skimpy bathing suits that exposed most everything they had while I was instructed to remove mine and to stand and watch with just my cuckold cage on.
They then spread their blanket and people walked by pointing at me and laughing hysterically.
Tessa had crawled on top of Stan and pulled her bikini bottom over to the side so he could enter her cunt with his large cock-head and extreme length.
I was still amazed how she could take so much cock as she rode up and down on it moaning and groaning until she squealed out aloud that she was coming big.
A crowd had gathered and their pointing and laughing comments made me cry in painful humiliation. I mean, it was obvious that everyone knew what her ankle bracelet, toe rings, and my caged cock meant.
They also knew that I was the husband being tortured by my wife and her bull with his huge cock.
They both apologized to me afterwards, seeing how destroyed I was with their having humiliated me in public like that.
Tessa held me for hours that night, knowing she had gone a little overboard with her public demonstration of a lack of respect for my feelings, even though the cuckold guide called for it.
There were other times, like when Tessa wanted to fuck her important date in a nightclub booth while I kept watch and shooed smirking servers away.
Everyone nearby smirked and smiled because of Tessa’s verbal enjoyment of her fucking in a public place. That made me somewhat nervous, but that beach scene never happened again.
One time I went out with my hot-wife on a date and picked up a young black lover in our nice limo she had bought for just this purpose.
They had me to drive along slowly while he pummeled all her holes with his long slender and ebony black cock in the back seat.
People in passing vehicles smiled and waved at us when they looked in the side windows. Me, I just watched in the rearview mirror as she squealed in pleasure as he plunged all 9 inches inside her holes repeatedly.
I guess it worked out well that I made at least two 24 hour trips weekly over the road with my railroad job. In that way, my escort wife could enjoy having her date stay all day or all night with him acting as her husband for up to 24 hours.
She charged a couple of thousand on those “pretty woman” types of occasions, five for a weekend.
I always wondered what the neighbors thought when strange but well-dressed and important looking older men came over with me out on the road, kissing her both hello and goodbye hours later.
However, that was okay because my neighbors knew of my cuckold status and would just smirk and shake their heads in wonder.
I often wondered what they would say if they knew, she was a working girl and those men were paying for her time?
Oh well I thought, “Most everyone knows that married life has changed for young people now days.”
Of course, I still got to watch and listen when I returned home, having installed that hidden camera system that recorded pretty everything including sound in all the rooms of the house.
That was pretty much where Tessa performed her sexual acts too, in all rooms of the house!
Hey, wake up people! I was willing cuckold that wanted to both watch and listen to my ultra-pretty and highly sexy woman having great sex with other men who were bigger and better.
That included important and wealthy married men who were not bigger or better, but paid well for that privilege.
She would put on quite a porn scene for me too, knowing about my system, yet keeping her dates in the dark about it.
I would guess that it was a good thing they trusted her as much ass they did, and they paid in cash, so there was no evidence of the transaction.
As far as her amorous Johns were chosen, Tessa made sure they generally had cocks that either matched or were a little larger than my own, though not always much larger.
She insisted that most knew how to use those same cocks the way she wanted them to if they wanted her best efforts and repeat performances.
She had to be attracted to them too, I mean, almost a real falling in love type of attraction for some, again unless they were very important and wealthy which counted too.
That she felt this way about any of her dates was embarrassing at times in public, usually when we ran into acquaintances.
I mean, she would kiss, hold hands and hang onto them lovingly anywhere we went in giving her best efforts.
Her best efforts usually drew various looks of disapproval from those who knew we were married.
She either did not notice or care, and if I mentioned that she often acted like a teenager that had just fallen in love.
She would frown at me then, reminding me that she was not just a cock-hungry slut, and that I was either just jealous of her men or was putting down her type of work.
Of course, maybe I was, but some even became my friends, mostly because we all shared an interest in Tessa and we all have to pay in some way or another. Mine was that I provided a home for her to work out of.
Anyways, some of us watched sports together when they were not busy fucking my wife in the bedroom. I had learned a lot about what my wife enjoyed, because I had watched the videos of what some of the studs did to my wife sexually.
I had learned to appreciate her moans and groans and all her teasing comments about how good something felt. I no longer minded the eye rolls and taunts, because she was just letting me share in how good a man felt at different stages of her sexual ravishment.
I was generally always allowed sloppy seconds, but for just long enough to cum in her slicked fuck-hole.
I mean, I still really enjoyed the ecstatic feeling I got when fucking her slippery cum-filled cunt, and I always spurted furiously in my effort to reclaim my wife‘s pussy.
That was a hopeless effort I knew, but I really did try hard to compete with all her men, beating some of them I think. Of course, I always felt somewhat humiliated with her laughter at my attempts at doing so.
I mean, I was only hurrying to add my huge load to theirs quickly for that sperm competition thing. Of course, I still had to eat thick or runny cum at times after we had fucked her vigorously and they had left.
My lovely wife had many different lovers paying for her services over time, and I was allowed to help pick them out sometimes. We weeded out those that wanted her to fall in love with them and leave me her husband.
Nor would she continue to see anyone who had been too offensive or condescending in his treatment of me in public. She would just stop and tell him to leave if he could not just be with her on a date.
She also made sure to avoid those with dicks she could not keep hard, or those men though attractive, did not have the ability to fuck her any better than I could.
She said that was rather pointless as she had me for that and made plenty of money with her important and wealthy men, or even her stud-like real men.
She has even tried a few black men after seeing so many in porn videos. Surprisingly enough, most of the blacks were not of the size seen in the videos and fucked no better than white men.
Although, she did have one she had an immense crush on for several weeks. He came around several times and loved me watching as he smirked and used all her holes with his well-formed and thick black cock.
He was quite wealthy and tried to get her to live with him in his mansion as a permanent sex companion. It appeared to be extra exciting for her to verbally taunt me with this well-hung black lover.
I think that was because he could fuck her so much better than I ever could. She explained that he was a 10 on the scale of sexual ability where I was more like a five.
I was sure she loved having me eating a black man’s cum too, because she knew I was raised to be biased towards white women fucking a black man, even for money.
I had even thought she had fallen head over heels in love with him at the time, but she reassured me that she only loved me as a husband and just loved the way he fucked her.
My sweet little wife has had a couple of her lover’s babies over the last five years, Stan‘s and her black lover's.
I was a proud papa to all of them, including the black child produced during my weeks of black cock humiliation.
I had been amazed during her pregnancies that she would fuck that particular man right up until her delivery date. Even then, she would continue to fuck him afterwards, because as she stated, “He is the father of the baby and has paternal rights as such.”
They even paid her good money for their child’s upkeep, though I suspected it was more that she had cared enough for him at the time to bear his baby.
Of course, I never said anything out of constant fear of her leaving me for another man, especially one that she cared for more than me.
You know, a cuckold lifestyle can be very rewarding, as long as there is communication and two loving people.
Of course, losing respect as a man in your wife’s eyes is not pleasant; a cuckold husband sometimes wonders why his loving wife loves to humiliate him so much.
To my thinking, I would guess that it is playful payback for not being the man she first thought you were. Alternatively, maybe it was my actually wanting to be a cuckold husband instead of a normally perceived, real man.
It could also be because she has fallen for other men and still stayed married because of her wedding vows, wanting to punish him for the loyalty she had displayed.
I do not really know, and it could be for all these reasons. I do know that we fit well together with her being an escort prostitute that loved sex and me a cuckold who loved watching her have sex.
Anyway, we lived through all these exotic experiences for several years before settling down to just doing this once or twice a week.
That was only because we had children coming of age in the house. She said she wanted to have a normal life for them as a loving husband and wife when they started bringing their friends home.
Generally, when I want sloppy seconds, or she wants to date one of her lovers, she either goes out or we go to the cuckold club we had joined. There, I did everything expected of a cuckold in front of all the other patrons.
Sometimes I was even asked to fluff a man first by sucking his cock while stripping nude and on my knees. I just considered it just another nasty humiliation that she seemed to appreciate more than I did.
She said sucking male cocks was something she had enjoyed for years, and that I should learn what it felt like too, especially since I was willing to eat their cum after they had fucked her and spurted into her fuck-holes.
She had gained a few Johns there too, just as she had working her trade. That was probably because she was still a very hot, if now somewhat more mature prostitute or escort at in her late thirties.
My Tessa had kept her beauty and stayed in great shape with us working out together. I had even made my own baby girl because Tessa had wanted one of mine after having two of theirs.
I had learned a lot from all her lovers in making her cum with my average-sized penis, and I no longer wore the cage like before. Well, except when we were at the cuckold’s club where I was expected to wear one along with my cuckold’s collar.
I could enjoy a real sex life with her now, as she had reminded me that it was not really the size of a cock but what a man did with it that counted.
I had learned what to do with mine after a year or two of watching other males make her squeal in orgasm.
I was happy with our life as it is now, and our children are supportive of our lifestyle having seen it all their lives. I would suppose that since they saw we were happy, they were happy as well.
My eldest daughter at fourteen, says she will find a man like her daddy so she can enjoy having her cake and eating it too. Just like her pretty mommy does while making lots of money. “How sweet,” my wife had giggled.
I could not say much as she had indeed made us rather wealthy with her profession. Yet, I still thought to myself, “Poor man. I mean, what I have started by allowing all those men to both visit and fuck their mother in our bedroom!”
I mused thoughtfully, “Children do mimic what they see their parents do. Yet, this wife never cheated on me or left me as I had always feared either.”
As they say, “It isn’t cheating if you’re watching and allowing!” So goes the song of the happy but Willing Cuckold that I was
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Ron Wood