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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
09/09/2026
I post this now as background to other experiences. It's a night seared into my memory as much as any, and not a fantasy, but a very vital experience too. Perhaps it won't get approved, being just too tame.
The first problem for many men with getting into a cuckold lifestyle is getting past the taboos, the shame a man might feel, and telling their wife what cuckolding is, then persuading them that the idea is not an excuse for him to cheat on her, or a way to engineer a relationship break-up. It's a high bar.
At least, that was my situation, and what I heard from several men I've chatted to over the last 20 years or so. These days, it's at least mentioned in media and online, and so women can go research it.
My wife and I are English, in our 50's now, and we have a good sex life now thanks to discovery of the cuckold lifestyle, and a good few years of waiting for the right moment. I guess I should give a bit more physical background for you. I won't give you my wife's name or full description, but she's quite short, rather cuddly, chubby after bearing 3 kids, with quite large breasts now, and is a natural blonde. She's all natural, and didn't shave her private parts, but did shave her legs and armpits. She's generally quiet, dresses conservatively now, attends church, and works in an office. She had a more naughty side before we got married, however.
My wife and I got married young, and although I knew she had had a couple of previous boyfriends, and she was not a virgin, we were too young to have much experience, although we quite soon had children, and for years, that reinforced that sex was something we did from time to time, because our married mattered, but after she got pregnant she didn't like my small VHS porno collection being around, so it got binned.
I had tried to introduce some novelty, ideas to spice things up, for years, but my wife was very conservative, and beyond missionary, drew a line. I also felt she didn't really enjoy it much, and had never really had an orgasm with me, or so I thought. I'd bought her a vibrator, which she used when I was not around, and later got a penis shaped dildo too which she kept in her bedside table. Both a first.
Of course, every year, the wedding anniversary day comes round, and there's pressure to make it great, with a card, some flowers, dinner out, and finally some inspiring anniversary sex, as it's portrayed. The reality is stress, disappointment, eating too much and drinking too much, and sex expectations. The vibrator was such a gift, met with scepticism.
Thus, there we were in bed, at almost midnight, tired and settling down to sleep, after some fast and somewhat frustrating sex which ticked the box. She was tired, and I hadn't cum either, before she decided that it was late, and we needed our sleep. Our kids were in bed and asleep when we got home, but getting a quiet night was sometimes difficult, as our youngest was under 10, and got bad dreams.
I laid there, my cock limp again but my heart still racing. If not now, when? Next year maybe? She was laid on her side now, also tired, still a bit tipsy from a glass too many of wine, but I felt she had some frustration too. Our kids were asleep, but at any time one could wake-up, and be at our door too.
I cuddled on to her again, and she said "not now"... I whispered in her ear, "No, I just want to ask you something. Something difficult." I felt her tense up. "Do you ever think about other men during sex?"
OK, that wasn't the best start. She turned on her back and stared at me, the darkness couldn't hide her shocked expression. "What? Why do you ask me that? Do you think of other women when we have sex?" I immediately replied, "No, of course not. You are all I want, but I know that I don't satisfy you."
Silence. I guess she couldn't even deny that to me.
I continued. "I know I don't excite you, and I would love you to get more pleasure, and get good orgasms. I think that's something you could explore with some other man, and I would be alright with that. I read about it, and it might open up new options for us."
She glared at me, the clock radio on our bedside table illuminating her face with a scary red glow. "So you're saying I'm boring in bed, and you want to f--- with another woman? Do you want to break-up?" My wife doesn't use the F word, except when angry.
"Of course not. I don't want any other woman. It's a thing, a man letting his woman explore. Its about love, not sex. I love you and want you to be happy."
"...and what would you get in return?", she hissed, in a spiteful turn, clearly smelling infidelity on my part. "Did you cheat on me? Is that it? You have some slut on the side, and you want me to even up?"
"No, of course I didn't, I would never cheat on you", I replied, "but I would be happy for you to have another man give you pleasure, if we agreed." She had no idea what images sat in my head, though.
This was going the way I had feared, but I'd already set fire to our ship, it seemed, so nothing to lose by stopping here. Our marriage could be quickly sunk, and I didn't want that. I just wanted my wife to find a way to enjoy sex, and have orgasms, and if I couldn't do that for her, then with somebody else. "I'd get a happier wife in return, and that's all. I would also have the chance to find out what fulfills you too, and honestly, I'd also love to watch that."
My wife moved her hand from her tummy, to my groin, and immediately found my cock was hard and erect, and she took hold of it, firmly, That was already new. "It seems you really are a pervert!" she said, and started to gently wank me. "You want to watch some other man with a big cock fuck my brains out, yes, like in those pervy pornos we used to watch?"
I groaned. If I lost control, this might all stop.
"You want to have a threesome?" Her grip tightened as she said it. I had the distinct feeling she was getting wet, as she moved her other hand to touch herself, too. I put my arm around her, and reached for her breasts. "You don't want to be with a man, do you?" Oh, the other fear, that she'd think I had a secret desire for a man. "God no, just for you." I said. I mean, I've seen some bi-porn. Not for me."
"I don't want a threesome. I don't need to join in, I could just make sure you were safe, and you can do things with some other man, maybe a one-time thing, and I could watch and learn. A hotel, safe sex, of course, but other than that no limit, and no shame later. Maybe good if we don't even know his name."
Our conversation continued, and it seemed that we had gone from nothing to everything in minutes, as we discussed that I had found a website about it, and some forums for men and women, that lots of men liked a mature woman, especially a mother of kids, and the terms cuckold and bull. I didn't want to sound like I'd been investigating it for years, but the truth was, I'd had my first fantasy of her with another man when we were dating, even of some other man fucking her in our wedding bed, inspired by the kind of taboo porn we'd sometimes watched on a VHS. It took a while for her to believe me, but my hard cock in her hand gave her a way to measure truth.
"You want to watch me suck his cock, too, don't you." she said. This was one of the many red-line taboos she had. She liked me going down on her, eating her pussy, but she said she didn't want to suck cock. I couldn't believe she said that, and I wasn't sure if it was a test, a taunt, or fantasy, but my cock throbbed, and she immediately noticed. She loved me and didn't want to resent me asking.
"You want to watch some stranger cum in my mouth?" I had often imagined it, I admit, and I lost control. She had never said anything like that, so slutty, by comparison, and so triggering, if she did it with some other man and not me. Despite her firm grip on the base of my cock, my cum burst out all over her hand and she let go, just as I most wanted her hand there. A sort of half orgasm. She moved her cummy hand to the breast I had not been able to reach with my arm around her, and started to squeeze her hard nipple. I loved to cum on her breasts, occasionally.
She accelerated her own masturbation, groaning and shaking in a way I'd never experienced her before, "cumming with a stranger" in her head, and at that moment not needing my cock. I moved my other hand to her leg, which was wet and I explored a little to her clitoris, her hand there, busy. I'd never even known her to touch herself in front of me, before, and I wanted to play, but she pushed my hand away.
"They might have to be strangers." she gasped. I had a confused state of mind at that moment, my idea of her frustration solved, already turned to fantasies, not just for me, it seemed, but also really for her, but the experience was being burnt into my memories. Later, looking back, I repeated and analysed every word in her head, so often any cassette would fail. Words like "they" and "might" later got significant.
As my cock rapidly went limp, the idea of another man, any other man, fucking my wife, better than me, bigger than me, no doubt, fitter than me, maybe more successful than me, started to rush into my head, a mix of lust and disgust, and some regrets already. I immediately made a note not to cum, watching her with another man, else I might not enjoy it at all.
At the same time, it was years since my wife had given me a hand-job, and she'd never talked about giving a man a blowjob. In fact, for those scenes in the porno, she always seemed to want to distract me from the screen, or sometimes fast-forwarded past. She'd tell me "Take care of yourself, like you used to do", sometimes, which I found a bit humiliating.
My wife turned away from me, onto her side again.
I weakly managed to ask "Did you think a stranger, just now, or an ex?" My wife looked back at me with that stern look again. "I don't want to tell you, so go to sleep." I immediately assumed it was an ex...
She'd already cheated with me, in her head, with some other man, but I had no idea who. I wanted to know what she had been thinking about, and what he was doing to her. I wanted to know if he did have a bigger cock, or if she had ever had a bigger cock, and if she really wanted him to cum in her mouth." In my fantasy, she'd have described it in detail, like a real-life porno with my own wife as star.
My wife turned her back on me, and quickly dropped into a sleep. I looked at the clock. Only an hour had passed, but somehow it had changed our lives. I knew how to make her have an orgasm, by stimulating her imagination, and her fantasies. Perhaps forever only a fantasy, but perhaps something more, one day.
I can tell you, it didn't stay fantasy, however.
FUCK MY WIFE!
CLICK MOVING IMAGE BELOW TO FIND A BULL
The first problem for many men with getting into a cuckold lifestyle is getting past the taboos, the shame a man might feel, and telling their wife what cuckolding is, then persuading them that the idea is not an excuse for him to cheat on her, or a way to engineer a relationship break-up. It's a high bar.
At least, that was my situation, and what I heard from several men I've chatted to over the last 20 years or so. These days, it's at least mentioned in media and online, and so women can go research it.
My wife and I are English, in our 50's now, and we have a good sex life now thanks to discovery of the cuckold lifestyle, and a good few years of waiting for the right moment. I guess I should give a bit more physical background for you. I won't give you my wife's name or full description, but she's quite short, rather cuddly, chubby after bearing 3 kids, with quite large breasts now, and is a natural blonde. She's all natural, and didn't shave her private parts, but did shave her legs and armpits. She's generally quiet, dresses conservatively now, attends church, and works in an office. She had a more naughty side before we got married, however.
My wife and I got married young, and although I knew she had had a couple of previous boyfriends, and she was not a virgin, we were too young to have much experience, although we quite soon had children, and for years, that reinforced that sex was something we did from time to time, because our married mattered, but after she got pregnant she didn't like my small VHS porno collection being around, so it got binned.
I had tried to introduce some novelty, ideas to spice things up, for years, but my wife was very conservative, and beyond missionary, drew a line. I also felt she didn't really enjoy it much, and had never really had an orgasm with me, or so I thought. I'd bought her a vibrator, which she used when I was not around, and later got a penis shaped dildo too which she kept in her bedside table. Both a first.
Of course, every year, the wedding anniversary day comes round, and there's pressure to make it great, with a card, some flowers, dinner out, and finally some inspiring anniversary sex, as it's portrayed. The reality is stress, disappointment, eating too much and drinking too much, and sex expectations. The vibrator was such a gift, met with scepticism.
Thus, there we were in bed, at almost midnight, tired and settling down to sleep, after some fast and somewhat frustrating sex which ticked the box. She was tired, and I hadn't cum either, before she decided that it was late, and we needed our sleep. Our kids were in bed and asleep when we got home, but getting a quiet night was sometimes difficult, as our youngest was under 10, and got bad dreams.
I laid there, my cock limp again but my heart still racing. If not now, when? Next year maybe? She was laid on her side now, also tired, still a bit tipsy from a glass too many of wine, but I felt she had some frustration too. Our kids were asleep, but at any time one could wake-up, and be at our door too.
I cuddled on to her again, and she said "not now"... I whispered in her ear, "No, I just want to ask you something. Something difficult." I felt her tense up. "Do you ever think about other men during sex?"
OK, that wasn't the best start. She turned on her back and stared at me, the darkness couldn't hide her shocked expression. "What? Why do you ask me that? Do you think of other women when we have sex?" I immediately replied, "No, of course not. You are all I want, but I know that I don't satisfy you."
Silence. I guess she couldn't even deny that to me.
I continued. "I know I don't excite you, and I would love you to get more pleasure, and get good orgasms. I think that's something you could explore with some other man, and I would be alright with that. I read about it, and it might open up new options for us."
She glared at me, the clock radio on our bedside table illuminating her face with a scary red glow. "So you're saying I'm boring in bed, and you want to f--- with another woman? Do you want to break-up?" My wife doesn't use the F word, except when angry.
"Of course not. I don't want any other woman. It's a thing, a man letting his woman explore. Its about love, not sex. I love you and want you to be happy."
"...and what would you get in return?", she hissed, in a spiteful turn, clearly smelling infidelity on my part. "Did you cheat on me? Is that it? You have some slut on the side, and you want me to even up?"
"No, of course I didn't, I would never cheat on you", I replied, "but I would be happy for you to have another man give you pleasure, if we agreed." She had no idea what images sat in my head, though.
This was going the way I had feared, but I'd already set fire to our ship, it seemed, so nothing to lose by stopping here. Our marriage could be quickly sunk, and I didn't want that. I just wanted my wife to find a way to enjoy sex, and have orgasms, and if I couldn't do that for her, then with somebody else. "I'd get a happier wife in return, and that's all. I would also have the chance to find out what fulfills you too, and honestly, I'd also love to watch that."
My wife moved her hand from her tummy, to my groin, and immediately found my cock was hard and erect, and she took hold of it, firmly, That was already new. "It seems you really are a pervert!" she said, and started to gently wank me. "You want to watch some other man with a big cock fuck my brains out, yes, like in those pervy pornos we used to watch?"
I groaned. If I lost control, this might all stop.
"You want to have a threesome?" Her grip tightened as she said it. I had the distinct feeling she was getting wet, as she moved her other hand to touch herself, too. I put my arm around her, and reached for her breasts. "You don't want to be with a man, do you?" Oh, the other fear, that she'd think I had a secret desire for a man. "God no, just for you." I said. I mean, I've seen some bi-porn. Not for me."
"I don't want a threesome. I don't need to join in, I could just make sure you were safe, and you can do things with some other man, maybe a one-time thing, and I could watch and learn. A hotel, safe sex, of course, but other than that no limit, and no shame later. Maybe good if we don't even know his name."
Our conversation continued, and it seemed that we had gone from nothing to everything in minutes, as we discussed that I had found a website about it, and some forums for men and women, that lots of men liked a mature woman, especially a mother of kids, and the terms cuckold and bull. I didn't want to sound like I'd been investigating it for years, but the truth was, I'd had my first fantasy of her with another man when we were dating, even of some other man fucking her in our wedding bed, inspired by the kind of taboo porn we'd sometimes watched on a VHS. It took a while for her to believe me, but my hard cock in her hand gave her a way to measure truth.
"You want to watch me suck his cock, too, don't you." she said. This was one of the many red-line taboos she had. She liked me going down on her, eating her pussy, but she said she didn't want to suck cock. I couldn't believe she said that, and I wasn't sure if it was a test, a taunt, or fantasy, but my cock throbbed, and she immediately noticed. She loved me and didn't want to resent me asking.
"You want to watch some stranger cum in my mouth?" I had often imagined it, I admit, and I lost control. She had never said anything like that, so slutty, by comparison, and so triggering, if she did it with some other man and not me. Despite her firm grip on the base of my cock, my cum burst out all over her hand and she let go, just as I most wanted her hand there. A sort of half orgasm. She moved her cummy hand to the breast I had not been able to reach with my arm around her, and started to squeeze her hard nipple. I loved to cum on her breasts, occasionally.
She accelerated her own masturbation, groaning and shaking in a way I'd never experienced her before, "cumming with a stranger" in her head, and at that moment not needing my cock. I moved my other hand to her leg, which was wet and I explored a little to her clitoris, her hand there, busy. I'd never even known her to touch herself in front of me, before, and I wanted to play, but she pushed my hand away.
"They might have to be strangers." she gasped. I had a confused state of mind at that moment, my idea of her frustration solved, already turned to fantasies, not just for me, it seemed, but also really for her, but the experience was being burnt into my memories. Later, looking back, I repeated and analysed every word in her head, so often any cassette would fail. Words like "they" and "might" later got significant.
As my cock rapidly went limp, the idea of another man, any other man, fucking my wife, better than me, bigger than me, no doubt, fitter than me, maybe more successful than me, started to rush into my head, a mix of lust and disgust, and some regrets already. I immediately made a note not to cum, watching her with another man, else I might not enjoy it at all.
At the same time, it was years since my wife had given me a hand-job, and she'd never talked about giving a man a blowjob. In fact, for those scenes in the porno, she always seemed to want to distract me from the screen, or sometimes fast-forwarded past. She'd tell me "Take care of yourself, like you used to do", sometimes, which I found a bit humiliating.
My wife turned away from me, onto her side again.
I weakly managed to ask "Did you think a stranger, just now, or an ex?" My wife looked back at me with that stern look again. "I don't want to tell you, so go to sleep." I immediately assumed it was an ex...
She'd already cheated with me, in her head, with some other man, but I had no idea who. I wanted to know what she had been thinking about, and what he was doing to her. I wanted to know if he did have a bigger cock, or if she had ever had a bigger cock, and if she really wanted him to cum in her mouth." In my fantasy, she'd have described it in detail, like a real-life porno with my own wife as star.
My wife turned her back on me, and quickly dropped into a sleep. I looked at the clock. Only an hour had passed, but somehow it had changed our lives. I knew how to make her have an orgasm, by stimulating her imagination, and her fantasies. Perhaps forever only a fantasy, but perhaps something more, one day.
I can tell you, it didn't stay fantasy, however.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
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Andy