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26/05/2025
Last night, my wife and I had our first cuckolding experience. It was incredible. Everything I hoped and more. I thought I’d share it. This isn’t going to be written as a piece of erotica, it's just my raw experience, though I’m sure some people will enjoy it regardless, if that’s you, enjoy ;)
For background, I married my wife who is 45 y/o 4 years ago. She’s very sexually open, very confident, she’s taught me so much. She’s also got a much higher libido than I do, I’d be content with sex twice a month, she’s fine having it multiple times a day. We settle on a happy medium of twice a week. She encouraged me to explore my kinks and talk about them, and over the past 2 years I’ve been finding myself drawn to cuckolding. Of course I’ve been open with her about it, and while she’s not at all judgemental, she’s been very unsure about participating herself, she doesn’t want to sleep with anyone other than me. That was fine with me, I was fine with cuckolding just being a fantasy - there’s no guarantee that the reality would ever live up to the fantasy anyway.
About a month ago, she was visiting an ex boyfriend/fwb that she’s maintained a friendship with throughout our marriage. This guy is very horny, he’s always bringing up innuendo. When I first started dating my wife, I was quite intimidated by him, he rides a motorbike and used to take her out on the back. Also he’s a tradie, while I’m a white collar worker, and I’m generally intimidated by tradies, I’ve always felt inferior around them, like they’re more masculine than me. He’s also quite experienced with kink as a dom, and introduced my wife to a lot of kink when they were together (before my time). She’s very comfortable with him and trusts him. He was joking to her about cuckolding me, and then said that he could never see me doing that, and she was like “well actually….” When she got back she talked to me about it, and said she was willing to give it a go with him if I wanted that.
We then exchanged some emails between the three of us, I talked about my fantasies and some of the scenarios that I had been imagining, and we also talked about boundaries, safe words, aftercare, etc. We settled on a scene that involved me being a chauffeur driver for them, driving them from venue to venue, then back to his hotel room, where they’d humiliate me and have sex. The scene included many check-in/exit points, in case anyone wasn’t comfortable, and my wife said that she can see herself going as far as oral sex, but will probably end it before PIV.
Yesterday came, and I started by washing the car, it hadn’t been washed since we went 4wding a few weekends ago, and I wanted it to be clean for my bull. I vacuumed it very thoroughly, and then cleaned all the seats and surfaces. I went and bought my bulls favourite beer, as well as premixed Aperol Spritzs, and put them in a cooler, in the back of the car.
An hour before the date, my wife said “it’s time”. She instructed me to undress, and then handed me my chastity cage. I put it on in front of her, locked it, and then she handed me her necklace. I slid the key onto the necklace, and then put it on her. She then instructed me to get dressed. After that, she got out several pieces of sexy underwear. One in particular I had never seen before, it was black and mostly see through, with patterns all over it. It was hot. She asked me which underwear did I think my bull would like. I selected the black pair. She put it on, and god, she’s never looked so sexy. Just watching her, and thinking about how this was for our bull, not me, I got the hardest erection I’ve ever had while wearing the cage, it was bordering on painful. She continued getting dressed in front of me, and then told me to sit on the bed and watch her, as she proceeded to do her hair and makeup in the ensuite. She’s been working out a lot recently, and also watching what she eats, and her figure in the jeans she was wearing was making me salivate. Once she finished her makeup and hair, she told me to pick up her purse, and we headed to the car.
We didn’t say much on the drive there. Both of us weren’t sure what to expect. My mind was racing, a mixture of excitement, fear, anxiety. It was a 25 minute drive to the hotel. I got there and pulled up. She told me to wait in the car, while she went in and met him. Two minutes later, they emerged, holding hands. He opened the door for her, let her in, and then walked around the car and got in himself. After saying hello, he told me to drive them to a brewery - it was a large venue with a beer garden out the front, about 20 minutes drive from the hotel.
As we drove there, the two of them talked in the back. They were very comfortable with each other, they really have a great connection. There were a number of small jokes made at my expense, but nothing too intense. We arrived at the venue, and I dropped them off out the front, before driving around to the back, where I parked.
For the next hour I sat in the car, not quite knowing what to do. I went to journal. At one point I started writing down everything I was feeling as I felt it. I was feeling a little jealousy, I imagined them having a few drinks, laughing, chatting, comfortable, easy, while here I am in the car, anxious, mind racing. Though, the jealousy wasn’t much. After about an hour, my wife texted me, she asked me if I was cold. The sun had set, and it’s almost winter here, so it was getting cold, but I was fine. She then sent me a picture of her and her bull, smiling, close to each other. She looked so hot. I told her so, and said he’s a lucky man. She responded saying “And he’ll be even more lucky soon”.
A few minutes later, she told me that a car had just left a free parking spot in front of the beer garden at the brewery, and instructed me to drive around and park there. I did, but another car got the spot before I got there, however, there was another spot not far down the road, still next to the beer garden. I parked there, and messaged my wife telling her where I was. A few minutes later, she and my bull moved to a table within sight of me. I watched as they laughed, flirted, caressed each other, and then started making out. They looked so natural together. There were other people in the brewery, and I was worried if I spent too long staring at my wife and her lover, they would notice I was staring. But I couldn’t not look. I kept glancing back and forth, sometimes just looking straight ahead in the car, sometimes looking at them.
After about 15 minutes, he got a scarf out of his bag, and she put it on. She looked so beautiful. They then disappeared. I don’t know where they went, but 5 minutes later, they appeared in the car. They got in, and he instructed me to go to another brewery, this one was in the city, about 15 minutes drive.
As soon as they got in, they started making out, and it got hot very quickly. It was dark, and I was focussing on driving, so I couldn’t see, but I could hear. She started moaning, and saying things like “oh yeah, that’s what I need now”. I think he had his hand down her pants then. And then, I heard her undoing his belt. He started moaning, and I knew she was giving him a handjob. Then her head went down, and he started moaning hard. He was saying things like “Oh that’s deep” - I should say, my wife gives amazing head. In less than 5 minutes, she made him cum. I let out an enormous moan, and I heard her give the same laugh that she gives me when I cum from a blowjob. She swallowed his load. Then they started kissing again, he was saying about how he could taste his cum in her mouth, etc.
We reached the next venue, and I dropped them off. I was glad for the alone time, that drive had been intense. My head was racing, I clipped a curb while trying to park. Eventually I parked, and then I sat there, wondering what I had just got myself into. It wasn’t long before my bull messaged me, and saying “Your wife is hot! She’s got a lot of pent up energy”. I responded with a message saying “Thankyou for helping her to release it”. He answered “Oh I’m not done with her yet!”.
A few minutes later, my wife messaged, saying “You’ve been a good little cuck. You can come in and eat. Just don’t sit at our table.” In my fantasies, I hadn’t imagined actually going into any of the venues with them. I was really nervous. I got out of the car and walked there. As I walked in, I felt like all eyes were on me. I looked for my wife and bull, and found them upstairs. They were sitting at table, and nearby there were four small empty tables, which were clearly where they intended me to sit. Sitting at them, they’d be looking straight at me. I sat down, facing side on from them. I decided on some food, and then went up to the counter to order, then sat back down.
Sitting at that table, the only guy alone in the bar, I felt like all eyes in the bar were on me. Where I was sitting I was facing away from most of the people in the bar, there were maybe 6 or 7 other groups of people sitting at tables. I felt people were staring at me, like daggers into my back, who is this guy sitting by himself, ordering food at a bar, and why does he keep looking up and glancing at that couple. I thought the waiters must be looking at me, wondering why I’m there by myself. I was so anxious and embarrassed, I couldn’t stop shaking. I was terrified that someone would notice how anxious I was. I went on my phone, I opened an app, then decided I didn’t want to look at that, then opened another, also didn’t want to look at that, and I just found myself going back and forth switching between apps, not using any of them. I gave the occasional glance up to my wife, sometimes she was looking at me, sometimes she was laughing, sometimes she was making out with our bull.
Of all the experiences I had that night, including some much more conventionally humiliating experiences later on that I’ll get to shortly, that was by far the most intense. When our bull went to the restroom, my wife messaged me asking for a traffic light check. I responded green light. I told her it’s intense, I’m feeling a lot of emotions, but I’m ok. When he got back, he messaged me saying “Can you grab us two glasses of water”. My heart sunk, I was convinced someone would notice me do this. I got up, went to the bar where there was a tap and glasses for self serve water, and the tap was weird. The faucet seemed to be this small disk, I tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. I thought maybe I need to push it, or pull it. I spent what felt like forever trying to work out how to use this tap, I was worried that I might need to end up asking for help, and that would draw attention to the fact that I was getting water for these two random people that I was not supposed to be connected with at the bar. Eventually, I worked it out, I had to turn it, but it had just been closed tight. I poured the water, and then quickly, but not so quickly as to arouse suspicion, I went and delivered them to my bull and wife, before going back to my table. I glanced at the waiter behind the bar, he wasn’t looking at me. At least he didn’t notice. I had no idea if anyone else had.
When I think about it now, I’m pretty sure no one took any notice of me. But that’s not what it felt like in the moment. I was pushed almost to my limit of what I could take in that bar.
Eventually, my bull came up to me, put his arm around me, and said in my ear “Go and fetch the car, I want to take your wife back to the hotel.” Relief. I hurried down the stairs, I was busting to go to the toilet so I quickly found the toilets and relieved myself, I went into a disabled toilet so no one could see me and I could stand up, I just hoped I wouldn’t make a mess given I was wearing a cage, I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how much longer my wife and bull would wait before leaving, and I didn’t want to see them on the way out, so I had to be quick. I exited the building, went to the car, and drove round to pick them up. By the time I got there, they were waiting outside, making out.
It was only a short drive back to the hotel. My bull mentioned that he had gin back in the hotel room, my wife asked if he had any tonic, he said no, but we can go to a supermarket. My heart sunk, not more public humiliation. Then my wife told him that I had actually packed drinks for us - they hadn’t had them yet. They decided the drinks I had got were suitable. I was so glad I packed those drinks.
It was at this time that I had the only time during the evening where I really asked myself, “What am I doing?” I started thinking about what might happen in the hotel room, and then I remembered about all the boundaries I had set and talked about. In that moment, I found comfort in those boundaries. Like, knowing that I had these boundaries actually calmed me down.
Meanwhile, my wife and bull were getting it on again in the back, it sounded like they both had their hands down each other’s pants. They both joked about how neither of them were ever able to wait when they were together, they’d always be having sex in all sorts of places, including public places. This hit hard, as I was reminded of their history and how close they had been and the connection they had. They started telling each other to wait, it would only be 5 minutes, they were both really horny and struggling to not go full on in the back.
We reached the hotel. My bull instructed me to park round the back, as far from the entrance as possible. We got out of the car. I got the drinks out. As we started walking to the entrance, my bull said “have we got the drinks” and I said “I’ve got them”, and he responded “what a good little cuck”.
It was at this point that I really started to notice just how confident my wife was. She was amazing. The way she had been flirting all night, the way she knew what she wanted and was taking it, the way she looked at me with wild eyes - there was a point during the walk through the carpark where she looked back at me, and there was this glimmer of fire in her eyes, she was so excited, and she was going to get what she wanted, and I was going to lust over her harder than I had ever lusted over her before. I would describe what happened next as a kind of slipping into subspace. I stopped thinking so much about what was going on. I was just going to be obedient. Whatever they asked of me, I would do. I was incapable of saying no to anything. I don’t think I would have been able to use my safe words, even if they were needed. I can’t stress how important setting boundaries before an experience like this is, without those boundaries, I would have been in real trouble.
I was kind of walking beside my wife and bull, when he looked at me and said “shouldn’t you be walking behind us?” I slipped back, and watched them walk, arm in arm, in front of me. I saw every moment, every stroke, everything they did. We got into the hotel, and then into his room. They wasted no time in making out. I was just standing there, not sure if I should watch or look down, they hadn’t told me what to do, and they completely ignored me for about a minute. Then my wife started looking at me over his shoulder, making eye contact, smiling at me. She was so hot. Her eyes were wild. They started like they were going to undress each other, but then my wife said “I think there’s someone else that needs to get undressed first.”
They both turned and looked at me. My bull smiled. He told me to come over and stand in the corner, while they both sat down on the bed, arms around each other. He joked about how he’d never actually seen a cage in use before, and my wife said that I need to give him a good look. I went and stood in front of them. I thought “here it goes”. I started undressing. I got my jumper and shirt off, and started taking my shoes off, when one of them said “you’re being so messy, fold your clothes”. I picked up my clothes and carefully folded them. My bull complained about how long I was taking. I took my socks off and they joked about how I was even taking my socks off. I then pulled my pants down, and folded them. Left in my underwear, I looked at them, really unsure. And then I pulled my underwear down. They both immediately let out a laugh. I folded my underwear, and placed on my other clothes, and then kind of half covered up my exposed caged cock with my hands. My bull said “don’t cover it up, we want to see!” I put my hands behind my back, while they sat there looking, making comments, laughing, teasing me. My bull got up and started jiggling my cock around, saying “look at it!” and making some comment about how there’s no way I could please my wife with that.
They then asked me to prepare them drinks, which I started doing. They started to undress, and were passionately kissing and undressing each other, when I had finished pouring the drinks. I stood there, holding their drinks, for some time. They stopped, and took the drinks, and had a few sips. Then my bull put his drink down, and started working on the my wifes bra. He turn her around, so she was facing me, and massaged her boobs. She looked at me, confident, enjoying every moment of this. I looked back, I tried to smile. Eventually she handed me her drink, and I stood there, holding it, while he removed her bra, and then they lay on the bed, and continued with wild passionate foreplay.
After maybe five minutes, my bull decided it was time to go down on her. He removed her pants, and started getting to work. She moaned, arched her back. She never responds that quickly to me going down on her. She beckoned me over with her hand, and held my hand, and looked at me. I looked into her eyes. I could feel the bliss she was in through the look of her eyes, the pleasure as she closed her eyes, moaned, and then opened them again.
After a while she said “his turn”. My bull got up, and put me in front of my wifes open legs. I started licking. At the same time my bull got out his cock, and she started sucking it. My wife had told me that he was huge, and I was curious to see, but from where I was, I couldn’t really see his cock, and I didn’t want to interrupt my wifes pleasure.
Initially, with me eating my wife out, she was much more sedate. There wasn’t any moaning, I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it. My bull made a comment that she didn’t seem to be enjoying it as much, but she responded “No, he knows how to make me feel good”. I started sucking on her clit, and now she started moaning. I felt her push my head hard against her clit, as I sucked, and she moaned harder, still sucking my bulls cock. After a while, I noticed it wasn’t her hand pushing my head against her, it was his. I was being used for their pleasure, she was pleasured, he was pleasured, and I was just a tool. She moaned harder and harder, until she screamed, with an enormous orgasm, clutching at my head, pulling it hard into her pussy.
She let go, and I pulled back from her pussy, and kneeled there. I didn’t know what to do. She was still sucking my bulls cock, and then they started kissing tenderly. I just kept kneeling there, staring at her pussy. She said to him “Do you want someone else’s lips around your cock?” He said “I can try that”.
My bull sat on the side of the bed. They told me to kneel down in front of him. This was the first time I had got a good look at his cock. It wasn’t the fact that it was so big that struck me most, though it was big, it was long and girthy. It was that it was so hard. I don’t think my cock has ever been that hard, and it certainly wouldn’t be that hard after having already cum once that night, as he had. It pointed straight up at me, so stiff, like this was its natural state.
My wife came and kneeled next to me. “Now, watch carefully,” she said, “this is how it’s done.” She tenderly licked is cock, and then put her mouth over it, and started thrusting up and down. After a short time, she said “now you try”. I slowly leant down, and put my mouth over his cock. I do have to admit at this point, I had always been curious about what it would be like to suck a cock, so I wasn’t totally hesitant to try, part of me was looking forward to finding out.
“Use more tongue she said”. She put her hand on the back of my head, and started pushing it up and down. The feel of his skin, the texture, was softer than I had expected - I’d never sucked a cock before, the closest I’d had was multiple of my wife’s fingers, and one of her vibrators, but a cock was completely different. My wife told me to go deep, she put her fingers around his cock and told me to go down to his fingers. I struggled with gagging. I could feel them both take it in turns, pushing my head up and down. After a particularly deep thrust, I gagged, and came off his cock, coughing and spluttering. I could taste his precum in my throat.
I thought “ok, now I know what it’s like to suck a cock, I’ve had that experience, I’m ready to stop now”. But, my wife wasn’t ready for me to stop. She instructed me to keep going. I reluctantly started sucking again, wanting this to be over. They kept forcing me to go deeper, I kept gagging, trying to fight the reflex as hard as I could. After what felt like a lot longer than it probably was, they let me stop. I moved back, still on my knees, and watched my wife get to work on him. God she was amazing. The way she twisted, the varying speeds and pulses. And you could tell from his moans that she was amazing. Honestly, nothing I’ve ever seen in porn has ever compared to seeing my wife give another man head. In that moment, naked, caged, kneeling in front my wife blowing this enormous cock, I couldn’t have been more proud, more in awe of her and what she was capable of.
After a while, my bull asked if she had any other holes he could try. They bantered back and forth a bit, before she wrapped her boobs around his cock and started titty fucking him. She called me to come close, and took my hand, and got me to hold one of her breasts, helping her to rub it up and down on his cock.
Then, all of a sudden, she said, frankly, “Ok, that’s where I’m stopping”. She had said before we had done all this that her line was probably going to be after blowjobs, and it was. And with that, abruptly, it was over. Except that I was still very much in subspace. I didn’t know what to do. My bull was hard as a rock, and was clearly a little disappointed, though his respect for her boundaries wouldn’t let him argue at all. They started getting dressed, and I was still in this state where I was being completely obedient. I said “Can I put my clothes back on?” My wife said, “yes, you can get dressed now”. I got dressed, and we had a few very awkward laughs, and then left. I wanted to say goodbye to my bull, to be cool, but I still felt completely submissive. He and my wife kissed goodbye, and then we left.
I talked a little bit about the experience on the drive home, but not much. When we got home, I got undressed, and my wife took off the key, unlocked me, and pulled the cage off me. We then cuddled in bed, holding each other really tightly and tenderly, for some time. That turned to making out, and then she said to me “would you like to make love to me?” I did, and we had probably the most passionate sex we had since our first night together.
Looking back now, the next day, I don’t feel that there is a single part of the night that I regret. I wouldn’t change anything about it. The humiliation was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I hoped it would be. It was incredibly intense. A juxtaposition of both struggling with it, not wanting to be there, while at the same time really enjoying that.
I don’t know if I want to do it again yet, part of me is excited to, but there’s still a big part of me that’s saying “What did I do? Am I ok with everything that happened last night?” I think it will still take some time to process it all, be comfortable, and to decide whether this is something I want more of. And of course, my wife needs to do the same. She told me she felt great, she herself was amazed at how confident she felt, and she loved feeling desired by more than one man again. If for whatever reason, we don’t do it again, I’m still 100% happy. It was an amazing experience, something I’ll never forget, something that I can even feel proud of.
But what really amazed me about the night, and what I wasn’t expecting, was the hotwife aspect. I hadn’t thought much about that, I didn’t think I would be much into that, for me I had been focussed on the humiliation. I was expecting my wife to be far more passive than she was, given how unsure she had been about it in the lead up. But seeing her confident, taking what she wanted, those wild eyes, those patronising smiles, her incredible performance giving head, it was that aspect of it that I enjoyed the most. She is a sex goddess. And I am the luckiest man on Earth, no one could ever convince me otherwise.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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For background, I married my wife who is 45 y/o 4 years ago. She’s very sexually open, very confident, she’s taught me so much. She’s also got a much higher libido than I do, I’d be content with sex twice a month, she’s fine having it multiple times a day. We settle on a happy medium of twice a week. She encouraged me to explore my kinks and talk about them, and over the past 2 years I’ve been finding myself drawn to cuckolding. Of course I’ve been open with her about it, and while she’s not at all judgemental, she’s been very unsure about participating herself, she doesn’t want to sleep with anyone other than me. That was fine with me, I was fine with cuckolding just being a fantasy - there’s no guarantee that the reality would ever live up to the fantasy anyway.
About a month ago, she was visiting an ex boyfriend/fwb that she’s maintained a friendship with throughout our marriage. This guy is very horny, he’s always bringing up innuendo. When I first started dating my wife, I was quite intimidated by him, he rides a motorbike and used to take her out on the back. Also he’s a tradie, while I’m a white collar worker, and I’m generally intimidated by tradies, I’ve always felt inferior around them, like they’re more masculine than me. He’s also quite experienced with kink as a dom, and introduced my wife to a lot of kink when they were together (before my time). She’s very comfortable with him and trusts him. He was joking to her about cuckolding me, and then said that he could never see me doing that, and she was like “well actually….” When she got back she talked to me about it, and said she was willing to give it a go with him if I wanted that.
We then exchanged some emails between the three of us, I talked about my fantasies and some of the scenarios that I had been imagining, and we also talked about boundaries, safe words, aftercare, etc. We settled on a scene that involved me being a chauffeur driver for them, driving them from venue to venue, then back to his hotel room, where they’d humiliate me and have sex. The scene included many check-in/exit points, in case anyone wasn’t comfortable, and my wife said that she can see herself going as far as oral sex, but will probably end it before PIV.
Yesterday came, and I started by washing the car, it hadn’t been washed since we went 4wding a few weekends ago, and I wanted it to be clean for my bull. I vacuumed it very thoroughly, and then cleaned all the seats and surfaces. I went and bought my bulls favourite beer, as well as premixed Aperol Spritzs, and put them in a cooler, in the back of the car.
An hour before the date, my wife said “it’s time”. She instructed me to undress, and then handed me my chastity cage. I put it on in front of her, locked it, and then she handed me her necklace. I slid the key onto the necklace, and then put it on her. She then instructed me to get dressed. After that, she got out several pieces of sexy underwear. One in particular I had never seen before, it was black and mostly see through, with patterns all over it. It was hot. She asked me which underwear did I think my bull would like. I selected the black pair. She put it on, and god, she’s never looked so sexy. Just watching her, and thinking about how this was for our bull, not me, I got the hardest erection I’ve ever had while wearing the cage, it was bordering on painful. She continued getting dressed in front of me, and then told me to sit on the bed and watch her, as she proceeded to do her hair and makeup in the ensuite. She’s been working out a lot recently, and also watching what she eats, and her figure in the jeans she was wearing was making me salivate. Once she finished her makeup and hair, she told me to pick up her purse, and we headed to the car.
We didn’t say much on the drive there. Both of us weren’t sure what to expect. My mind was racing, a mixture of excitement, fear, anxiety. It was a 25 minute drive to the hotel. I got there and pulled up. She told me to wait in the car, while she went in and met him. Two minutes later, they emerged, holding hands. He opened the door for her, let her in, and then walked around the car and got in himself. After saying hello, he told me to drive them to a brewery - it was a large venue with a beer garden out the front, about 20 minutes drive from the hotel.
As we drove there, the two of them talked in the back. They were very comfortable with each other, they really have a great connection. There were a number of small jokes made at my expense, but nothing too intense. We arrived at the venue, and I dropped them off out the front, before driving around to the back, where I parked.
For the next hour I sat in the car, not quite knowing what to do. I went to journal. At one point I started writing down everything I was feeling as I felt it. I was feeling a little jealousy, I imagined them having a few drinks, laughing, chatting, comfortable, easy, while here I am in the car, anxious, mind racing. Though, the jealousy wasn’t much. After about an hour, my wife texted me, she asked me if I was cold. The sun had set, and it’s almost winter here, so it was getting cold, but I was fine. She then sent me a picture of her and her bull, smiling, close to each other. She looked so hot. I told her so, and said he’s a lucky man. She responded saying “And he’ll be even more lucky soon”.
A few minutes later, she told me that a car had just left a free parking spot in front of the beer garden at the brewery, and instructed me to drive around and park there. I did, but another car got the spot before I got there, however, there was another spot not far down the road, still next to the beer garden. I parked there, and messaged my wife telling her where I was. A few minutes later, she and my bull moved to a table within sight of me. I watched as they laughed, flirted, caressed each other, and then started making out. They looked so natural together. There were other people in the brewery, and I was worried if I spent too long staring at my wife and her lover, they would notice I was staring. But I couldn’t not look. I kept glancing back and forth, sometimes just looking straight ahead in the car, sometimes looking at them.
After about 15 minutes, he got a scarf out of his bag, and she put it on. She looked so beautiful. They then disappeared. I don’t know where they went, but 5 minutes later, they appeared in the car. They got in, and he instructed me to go to another brewery, this one was in the city, about 15 minutes drive.
As soon as they got in, they started making out, and it got hot very quickly. It was dark, and I was focussing on driving, so I couldn’t see, but I could hear. She started moaning, and saying things like “oh yeah, that’s what I need now”. I think he had his hand down her pants then. And then, I heard her undoing his belt. He started moaning, and I knew she was giving him a handjob. Then her head went down, and he started moaning hard. He was saying things like “Oh that’s deep” - I should say, my wife gives amazing head. In less than 5 minutes, she made him cum. I let out an enormous moan, and I heard her give the same laugh that she gives me when I cum from a blowjob. She swallowed his load. Then they started kissing again, he was saying about how he could taste his cum in her mouth, etc.
We reached the next venue, and I dropped them off. I was glad for the alone time, that drive had been intense. My head was racing, I clipped a curb while trying to park. Eventually I parked, and then I sat there, wondering what I had just got myself into. It wasn’t long before my bull messaged me, and saying “Your wife is hot! She’s got a lot of pent up energy”. I responded with a message saying “Thankyou for helping her to release it”. He answered “Oh I’m not done with her yet!”.
A few minutes later, my wife messaged, saying “You’ve been a good little cuck. You can come in and eat. Just don’t sit at our table.” In my fantasies, I hadn’t imagined actually going into any of the venues with them. I was really nervous. I got out of the car and walked there. As I walked in, I felt like all eyes were on me. I looked for my wife and bull, and found them upstairs. They were sitting at table, and nearby there were four small empty tables, which were clearly where they intended me to sit. Sitting at them, they’d be looking straight at me. I sat down, facing side on from them. I decided on some food, and then went up to the counter to order, then sat back down.
Sitting at that table, the only guy alone in the bar, I felt like all eyes in the bar were on me. Where I was sitting I was facing away from most of the people in the bar, there were maybe 6 or 7 other groups of people sitting at tables. I felt people were staring at me, like daggers into my back, who is this guy sitting by himself, ordering food at a bar, and why does he keep looking up and glancing at that couple. I thought the waiters must be looking at me, wondering why I’m there by myself. I was so anxious and embarrassed, I couldn’t stop shaking. I was terrified that someone would notice how anxious I was. I went on my phone, I opened an app, then decided I didn’t want to look at that, then opened another, also didn’t want to look at that, and I just found myself going back and forth switching between apps, not using any of them. I gave the occasional glance up to my wife, sometimes she was looking at me, sometimes she was laughing, sometimes she was making out with our bull.
Of all the experiences I had that night, including some much more conventionally humiliating experiences later on that I’ll get to shortly, that was by far the most intense. When our bull went to the restroom, my wife messaged me asking for a traffic light check. I responded green light. I told her it’s intense, I’m feeling a lot of emotions, but I’m ok. When he got back, he messaged me saying “Can you grab us two glasses of water”. My heart sunk, I was convinced someone would notice me do this. I got up, went to the bar where there was a tap and glasses for self serve water, and the tap was weird. The faucet seemed to be this small disk, I tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. I thought maybe I need to push it, or pull it. I spent what felt like forever trying to work out how to use this tap, I was worried that I might need to end up asking for help, and that would draw attention to the fact that I was getting water for these two random people that I was not supposed to be connected with at the bar. Eventually, I worked it out, I had to turn it, but it had just been closed tight. I poured the water, and then quickly, but not so quickly as to arouse suspicion, I went and delivered them to my bull and wife, before going back to my table. I glanced at the waiter behind the bar, he wasn’t looking at me. At least he didn’t notice. I had no idea if anyone else had.
When I think about it now, I’m pretty sure no one took any notice of me. But that’s not what it felt like in the moment. I was pushed almost to my limit of what I could take in that bar.
Eventually, my bull came up to me, put his arm around me, and said in my ear “Go and fetch the car, I want to take your wife back to the hotel.” Relief. I hurried down the stairs, I was busting to go to the toilet so I quickly found the toilets and relieved myself, I went into a disabled toilet so no one could see me and I could stand up, I just hoped I wouldn’t make a mess given I was wearing a cage, I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how much longer my wife and bull would wait before leaving, and I didn’t want to see them on the way out, so I had to be quick. I exited the building, went to the car, and drove round to pick them up. By the time I got there, they were waiting outside, making out.
It was only a short drive back to the hotel. My bull mentioned that he had gin back in the hotel room, my wife asked if he had any tonic, he said no, but we can go to a supermarket. My heart sunk, not more public humiliation. Then my wife told him that I had actually packed drinks for us - they hadn’t had them yet. They decided the drinks I had got were suitable. I was so glad I packed those drinks.
It was at this time that I had the only time during the evening where I really asked myself, “What am I doing?” I started thinking about what might happen in the hotel room, and then I remembered about all the boundaries I had set and talked about. In that moment, I found comfort in those boundaries. Like, knowing that I had these boundaries actually calmed me down.
Meanwhile, my wife and bull were getting it on again in the back, it sounded like they both had their hands down each other’s pants. They both joked about how neither of them were ever able to wait when they were together, they’d always be having sex in all sorts of places, including public places. This hit hard, as I was reminded of their history and how close they had been and the connection they had. They started telling each other to wait, it would only be 5 minutes, they were both really horny and struggling to not go full on in the back.
We reached the hotel. My bull instructed me to park round the back, as far from the entrance as possible. We got out of the car. I got the drinks out. As we started walking to the entrance, my bull said “have we got the drinks” and I said “I’ve got them”, and he responded “what a good little cuck”.
It was at this point that I really started to notice just how confident my wife was. She was amazing. The way she had been flirting all night, the way she knew what she wanted and was taking it, the way she looked at me with wild eyes - there was a point during the walk through the carpark where she looked back at me, and there was this glimmer of fire in her eyes, she was so excited, and she was going to get what she wanted, and I was going to lust over her harder than I had ever lusted over her before. I would describe what happened next as a kind of slipping into subspace. I stopped thinking so much about what was going on. I was just going to be obedient. Whatever they asked of me, I would do. I was incapable of saying no to anything. I don’t think I would have been able to use my safe words, even if they were needed. I can’t stress how important setting boundaries before an experience like this is, without those boundaries, I would have been in real trouble.
I was kind of walking beside my wife and bull, when he looked at me and said “shouldn’t you be walking behind us?” I slipped back, and watched them walk, arm in arm, in front of me. I saw every moment, every stroke, everything they did. We got into the hotel, and then into his room. They wasted no time in making out. I was just standing there, not sure if I should watch or look down, they hadn’t told me what to do, and they completely ignored me for about a minute. Then my wife started looking at me over his shoulder, making eye contact, smiling at me. She was so hot. Her eyes were wild. They started like they were going to undress each other, but then my wife said “I think there’s someone else that needs to get undressed first.”
They both turned and looked at me. My bull smiled. He told me to come over and stand in the corner, while they both sat down on the bed, arms around each other. He joked about how he’d never actually seen a cage in use before, and my wife said that I need to give him a good look. I went and stood in front of them. I thought “here it goes”. I started undressing. I got my jumper and shirt off, and started taking my shoes off, when one of them said “you’re being so messy, fold your clothes”. I picked up my clothes and carefully folded them. My bull complained about how long I was taking. I took my socks off and they joked about how I was even taking my socks off. I then pulled my pants down, and folded them. Left in my underwear, I looked at them, really unsure. And then I pulled my underwear down. They both immediately let out a laugh. I folded my underwear, and placed on my other clothes, and then kind of half covered up my exposed caged cock with my hands. My bull said “don’t cover it up, we want to see!” I put my hands behind my back, while they sat there looking, making comments, laughing, teasing me. My bull got up and started jiggling my cock around, saying “look at it!” and making some comment about how there’s no way I could please my wife with that.
They then asked me to prepare them drinks, which I started doing. They started to undress, and were passionately kissing and undressing each other, when I had finished pouring the drinks. I stood there, holding their drinks, for some time. They stopped, and took the drinks, and had a few sips. Then my bull put his drink down, and started working on the my wifes bra. He turn her around, so she was facing me, and massaged her boobs. She looked at me, confident, enjoying every moment of this. I looked back, I tried to smile. Eventually she handed me her drink, and I stood there, holding it, while he removed her bra, and then they lay on the bed, and continued with wild passionate foreplay.
After maybe five minutes, my bull decided it was time to go down on her. He removed her pants, and started getting to work. She moaned, arched her back. She never responds that quickly to me going down on her. She beckoned me over with her hand, and held my hand, and looked at me. I looked into her eyes. I could feel the bliss she was in through the look of her eyes, the pleasure as she closed her eyes, moaned, and then opened them again.
After a while she said “his turn”. My bull got up, and put me in front of my wifes open legs. I started licking. At the same time my bull got out his cock, and she started sucking it. My wife had told me that he was huge, and I was curious to see, but from where I was, I couldn’t really see his cock, and I didn’t want to interrupt my wifes pleasure.
Initially, with me eating my wife out, she was much more sedate. There wasn’t any moaning, I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it. My bull made a comment that she didn’t seem to be enjoying it as much, but she responded “No, he knows how to make me feel good”. I started sucking on her clit, and now she started moaning. I felt her push my head hard against her clit, as I sucked, and she moaned harder, still sucking my bulls cock. After a while, I noticed it wasn’t her hand pushing my head against her, it was his. I was being used for their pleasure, she was pleasured, he was pleasured, and I was just a tool. She moaned harder and harder, until she screamed, with an enormous orgasm, clutching at my head, pulling it hard into her pussy.
She let go, and I pulled back from her pussy, and kneeled there. I didn’t know what to do. She was still sucking my bulls cock, and then they started kissing tenderly. I just kept kneeling there, staring at her pussy. She said to him “Do you want someone else’s lips around your cock?” He said “I can try that”.
My bull sat on the side of the bed. They told me to kneel down in front of him. This was the first time I had got a good look at his cock. It wasn’t the fact that it was so big that struck me most, though it was big, it was long and girthy. It was that it was so hard. I don’t think my cock has ever been that hard, and it certainly wouldn’t be that hard after having already cum once that night, as he had. It pointed straight up at me, so stiff, like this was its natural state.
My wife came and kneeled next to me. “Now, watch carefully,” she said, “this is how it’s done.” She tenderly licked is cock, and then put her mouth over it, and started thrusting up and down. After a short time, she said “now you try”. I slowly leant down, and put my mouth over his cock. I do have to admit at this point, I had always been curious about what it would be like to suck a cock, so I wasn’t totally hesitant to try, part of me was looking forward to finding out.
“Use more tongue she said”. She put her hand on the back of my head, and started pushing it up and down. The feel of his skin, the texture, was softer than I had expected - I’d never sucked a cock before, the closest I’d had was multiple of my wife’s fingers, and one of her vibrators, but a cock was completely different. My wife told me to go deep, she put her fingers around his cock and told me to go down to his fingers. I struggled with gagging. I could feel them both take it in turns, pushing my head up and down. After a particularly deep thrust, I gagged, and came off his cock, coughing and spluttering. I could taste his precum in my throat.
I thought “ok, now I know what it’s like to suck a cock, I’ve had that experience, I’m ready to stop now”. But, my wife wasn’t ready for me to stop. She instructed me to keep going. I reluctantly started sucking again, wanting this to be over. They kept forcing me to go deeper, I kept gagging, trying to fight the reflex as hard as I could. After what felt like a lot longer than it probably was, they let me stop. I moved back, still on my knees, and watched my wife get to work on him. God she was amazing. The way she twisted, the varying speeds and pulses. And you could tell from his moans that she was amazing. Honestly, nothing I’ve ever seen in porn has ever compared to seeing my wife give another man head. In that moment, naked, caged, kneeling in front my wife blowing this enormous cock, I couldn’t have been more proud, more in awe of her and what she was capable of.
After a while, my bull asked if she had any other holes he could try. They bantered back and forth a bit, before she wrapped her boobs around his cock and started titty fucking him. She called me to come close, and took my hand, and got me to hold one of her breasts, helping her to rub it up and down on his cock.
Then, all of a sudden, she said, frankly, “Ok, that’s where I’m stopping”. She had said before we had done all this that her line was probably going to be after blowjobs, and it was. And with that, abruptly, it was over. Except that I was still very much in subspace. I didn’t know what to do. My bull was hard as a rock, and was clearly a little disappointed, though his respect for her boundaries wouldn’t let him argue at all. They started getting dressed, and I was still in this state where I was being completely obedient. I said “Can I put my clothes back on?” My wife said, “yes, you can get dressed now”. I got dressed, and we had a few very awkward laughs, and then left. I wanted to say goodbye to my bull, to be cool, but I still felt completely submissive. He and my wife kissed goodbye, and then we left.
I talked a little bit about the experience on the drive home, but not much. When we got home, I got undressed, and my wife took off the key, unlocked me, and pulled the cage off me. We then cuddled in bed, holding each other really tightly and tenderly, for some time. That turned to making out, and then she said to me “would you like to make love to me?” I did, and we had probably the most passionate sex we had since our first night together.
Looking back now, the next day, I don’t feel that there is a single part of the night that I regret. I wouldn’t change anything about it. The humiliation was exactly what I wanted and exactly what I hoped it would be. It was incredibly intense. A juxtaposition of both struggling with it, not wanting to be there, while at the same time really enjoying that.
I don’t know if I want to do it again yet, part of me is excited to, but there’s still a big part of me that’s saying “What did I do? Am I ok with everything that happened last night?” I think it will still take some time to process it all, be comfortable, and to decide whether this is something I want more of. And of course, my wife needs to do the same. She told me she felt great, she herself was amazed at how confident she felt, and she loved feeling desired by more than one man again. If for whatever reason, we don’t do it again, I’m still 100% happy. It was an amazing experience, something I’ll never forget, something that I can even feel proud of.
But what really amazed me about the night, and what I wasn’t expecting, was the hotwife aspect. I hadn’t thought much about that, I didn’t think I would be much into that, for me I had been focussed on the humiliation. I was expecting my wife to be far more passive than she was, given how unsure she had been about it in the lead up. But seeing her confident, taking what she wanted, those wild eyes, those patronising smiles, her incredible performance giving head, it was that aspect of it that I enjoyed the most. She is a sex goddess. And I am the luckiest man on Earth, no one could ever convince me otherwise.
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