Wives, exs, girlfriends enjoyed by others

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Texts and images relating to the wife, ex, or girlfriend who has enjoyed the sexual efforts of another guy. I make no specific definition of cuckolding, sharing, etc., leaving that to the discretion of the poster.

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In fairness to others, I begin this description of how I came to realize I had been cuckolded multiple times by my ex with an apology to others in similar circumstances. I do not present myself as an expert. As will be seen, it is more accurate to describe my performance as pretty amateurish in the matter of securing your wife’s sexual performance. I don’t assume that my experiences equate with anyone else’s, or that they represent the usual experience of being cuckolded. I understand that various ways a wife might have sex with other guys is often not described as cuckolding at all: men who engage in wife swapping do not regard themselves as cuckolds I think. And I would not claim that my experiences are the same as those who encourage their wives to get fucked by other guys, or are turned on by watching their wives being taken. My own experiences at being made a cuckold are simply those occasions when some other guy got the opportunity to treat my wife to the enjoyment of his erection. But in the times this was done with my wife, I was never aware that any of it was happening. There is a shared element of humiliation (unavoidably) among the experiences described as cuckolding, particularly when it happens multiple times. But the engagement of a husband in encouraging, setting up, or even participating in his own cuckolding means that he is getting something out of the experience at the time, and has some agency in the matter. As far as I can see, at the time the events I shall describe were unfolding, I got nothing out of the experiences, which I had to fit back together after the fact. But I also must concede that having come to recognize the cuckoldings I got, and to admit to them, is an enormous turn-on now in recounting them with the details as far as I know them.

There were of course suspicions of what was happening. And it was a characteristic of my ex-wife that there were hints or taunts at times thrown at me. But when we got married, I had no thought at all that I was ever going to become a cuckold. I wasn’t some hyper-male; it just never occurred to me. Over the ten years we were married, I have to admit to a considerable level of naiveté and willingness to deny. I can’t realistically say that I’ve been made the world’s biggest cuckold. Some guys surely must have taken it worse. But I’m also sure some would say I got cucked far more often than someone should have allowed, if I had only been more perceptive; and the humiliation I’ve been given I deserved. How that confidence in the safety of my self-esteem at the beginning of our marriage turned out not to be the case for me is the subject of these accounts.

The great break in my ability to deny what had been going on behind my back came when we were in the process of splitting up. She called me up, and I assumed this was going to be another testy discussion on some detail of the divorce. Instead she said she wanted to relate something which she said she “should have told me long ago.” It was during a business trip in Paris. I was to join her there shortly after the incident she described to me. She had a room in a pensione run privately by a very nice middle-aged woman. My wife said she was feeling discouraged at the solitude of a foreign city, and went down to the local café one evening. She said she was approached by another American, a sailor who had taken the train up to Paris from wherever his ship was docked. He was new in the Navy, on his first tour, only 18, and the next morning was leaving to get back to his ship. That would make him about 10 years younger than her at the time, and they spent the evening drinking (something she very rarely indulged in). She drew my attention to how young he was I imagine as a matter of pride that a young stud would try scoring with her. And I guess it was to let me know that a guy a lot younger than me was, as I was about to find out, in fact going to be scoring big time with my wife. According to her, when he walked her back to the pensione, they got into it along the way, and he drew her into a building’s doorway and he fucked her right there. The one other bit of information she gave in her description was that the owner of the pensione was furious with her the next day.

I have no reason to doubt the authenticity of this incident (as you’ll see on another occasion, my ex didn’t have much of a sexual imagination). It is difficult to see what advantage she got during the divorce process of admitting to being taken by another guy. But on reflection I have some problems with the details. The pensione owner was very nice to me when I arrived, probably because she knew the humiliation I would feel in staying in this place where some people, staff or guests, must have know that some teenager had been banging my wife. But how would she have known that my wife had been fucked in some doorway? Also, this was a sailor, just off a tour and about to ship out again, and 18! If he was lucky enough to pick up some girl who would let him get her pants off, would he really be satisfied with just a quick fuck in a doorway? Even if one believes (I doubt it) that they could pull this off on a street of a busy city like Paris, and he found a girl ready to enjoy his erection, why would he limit himself that way? Why not invite her back to his hotel where he could, shall we say, store up the sexual enjoyment of my wife for the coming voyage. And at 18 a quick fuck would hardly seem likely to exhaust his sexual energy.

It occurred to me that since her goal with this phone call was to make me know with no option of denying it that she had treated me to the humiliating experience of knowing some guy had plowed my wife, it was only needed that I understand that he had had his aroused cock in her to achieve her goal, not necessarily revealing the full length of pleasure she experienced while I was being given the cuckold’s horns. I realized that the probable reason why the sailor happened to be in that local café that night was that he too was staying in the same pensione as my wife. This would also give him an opening if he knew they were staying at the same place. It would also account for how the owner could have known my wife had cuckolded her husband (the proprietress had strict rules about no guests in the rooms). She, or one of her staff, likely saw her going into his room that night, or perhaps coming out the next morning. Realistically, I had to accept that at 18 he could probably get hard without end all night, especially as he had just finished a shipboard tour. The minimal situation I had to deal with from this revelation by my wife was that another guy had taken her, and probably enjoyed her all night. That forced me to consider the suspicions that had accumulated over the ten years we were together.

I arrived just a few days later. And while I was wholly unaware of the thorough fucking that my ex had just enjoyed, what I now know clarifies some of the odd behaviors I ran into during my stay there. My ex’s remark that the owner was furious with her as I said probably accounts for why that lady seemed to be so pleasant to me: sympathy for the guy who is walking around with cuck horns and completely unaware of it. But of course the news that the young sailor had spent a night enjoying my wife could hardly be a secret. There were two young girls on staff. Whenever I passed them in the hall I would say hello, and their response was to exchange quick, awkward glances and then giggle nervously. At the time I assumed they thought my French accent was amusingly bad. But in fact these girls probably knew I had just been made a cuckold, and by a teenager only slightly older than they were. They may never have run into a cuckold before and were uncomfortable in the presence of someone who surely would be deeply humiliated if he knew the facts. My situation, even if I didn’t know about it, made them uneasy.

More pointed was the treatment I got from three college students (Americans) who were sharing a room. They often left their door open and when I passed it, or when I passed them in the hall, one would softly make the sound of a rooster crowing, followed by the laughter of the other two. Unlike the French girls these guys were in no doubt about how hilarious they thought my situation, and were eager to toss me hints that they knew about it. At the time I just thought they were being jerks for who knows what reason. If I knew then what I know now I have to admit I would have found it quite embarrassing to realize these guys knew I had been made a cuckold. However, without intending, they also revealed that in fact I had been spared an even worse humiliation. If the sailor had taken the opportunity to put his cock in my wife’s pussy, then surely one (or all three) of these students would have done the same if they had gotten the chance. They were only a year or two older than the sailor. And if these students had managed to score with my wife, surely that is what they would have been keen to let me know, in some pointed way. That they were trying to humiliate me with the sailor’s success fucking my wife was an indication that they, at least, had not managed to get into her pants. (I certainly hope I’ve got this right.) It is a consolation, if a small one, that it must have irked them badly that the sailor had succeeded in burying his erection in her, while they had not.

After my ex had revealed that she had allowed some teenager to make a cuckold of me on this occasion, for all my skills with denial and ignoring the evidence, I had to face the reality that I was pretty certainly made a cuckold multiple times over during our marriage. The occasion with the young sailor I had had no hint of before, but on the other occasions the evidence was there. I had just not been willing to face it. Forcing me to reconsider the evidence in front of me was my discovery shortly after we split up of photographs taken of my ex by her college boyfriend, I guess about a year or two before I met her, and apparently spread all over the Internet by him. What was shocking to me about them was not simply their pornographic content, but that they demonstrated how far I had been misled. When we met she was insistent that I know she had never had sex. I hadn’t asked her about this as it was not my concern. And in fact I found it rather odd that someone had gotten all the way through college without having been laid. But I accepted her story, and it did seem to fit the rather prim and sexually reserved way she presented herself generally, although I should point out that she also was fond of showing herself off to men throughout our relationship.

The photos by her boyfriend have been frequently re-posted, but I have collected all the ones I know of and attached them. Not long after we split and I found these, I was in contact with her about some detail of property. I was the only time I have been in contact with her since we split long ago. I asked her if she knew that there were these nude photos of her all over the Internet. She wasn’t aware, but also not at all put out, commenting that even if anyone could recognize her “at least there are nude photos of me.”








The first two, where she is lying nude on the carpet in front of a fire must be the earliest. Her breasts are slightly larger than in the others, and she seems less certain of how to pose herself, with only one photo showing the slightest peek of her labia. She was then a college student living at home but he apparently owned a house, consistent with her description of him as somewhat older than she was. The décor of her boyfriend’s place reveals a great deal about him, but more of that in a moment. The next, longer set were taken in her parent’s house (I recognized the furniture). And now she is perfectly comfortable showing herself off in the most graphic poses: most of the shots have her posed with her legs spread wide open, several on her bed, on the floor spreading apart her labia, in a chair, and in the bath tub. Someone who re-posted one of the shots even pointed out that there is a hickey on her right breast. The complete comfort with broadcasting her sexual allure is consistent with that fondness of hers of showing herself off to other guys, a habit which I think contributed greatly to my getting cucked by a number of them.

The final photograph he took of her on another occasion has her posed again at his place and again with her legs spread wide open, leaning back as if about to take her lover’s erection. The wallpaper here is that same gaudy flower pattern as in the first two photos. But the interior décor of his house is amazing: she’s lying on a circular bed with a purple velvet cover, with matching purple velvet curtains and red shag carpet, all better suiting a bordello than an ordinary bedroom. I think it is pretty clear that since this guy was into photographing his girlfriend repeatedly in pornographic poses, and her comfort with presenting herself erotically in them, this was an intensely sexual relationship, and her story about not having had sex was simply a front for my benefit.

This former boyfriend held onto these photos a couple of decades before it was possible to distribute them over the Internet. He obviously had a continuing interest in what she represented sexually to him. The only thing my ex related to me about their breakup was how quickly she was into another relationship, with a boy who lived next door to her parents, whom she had known for some time, and who was a bit younger than she. I mention him because he re-appears later in my story. She claimed this new relationship developed very quickly but that they never had sex. Given the misleading account of her relationship with her older boyfriend, I’m confident this next guy in fact was in her pussy in short order. But the relationship was brief since she left town by the end of the summer to attend another school.

The pornographic nature of the photos the older boyfriend took over several occasions, along with his lurid interior décor suggests that they must have engaged in some pretty kinky sexual adventures on that circular bed. Since he kept those photos for decades, and she was being banged by a young neighbor quickly after she left him, I’m guessing she cucked him with that younger guy. I hope I am not exaggerating, because I don’t want to be the first guy she cuckolded, but there does seem to be a pattern similar to her performance with me only slightly later. The selection of an older and then a younger sex partner, for example, parallels the range of studs she fell to in cuckolding me later. I fully get that in holding onto those photos her boyfriend was turned on by thinking of having been cucked by her, since in the same way I now find it a turn-on to think about those guys who cucked me with my ex.

Confronted now with the fact as she related to me that she and some teen sailor cucked me, and those earlier pornographic photos, I had to accept the incidents I was aware of in our marriage, where I had various evidence to suspect that my wife was enjoying the erections of other guys. I shall present them in the order I believe they occurred. I include this first one not because it is very extensive, but only since it may be the first time some guy cuckolded me. Just a couple of years into our marriage we had moved to a small city we had never been in before for my wife’s new job. A nice couple, one of whom was in the same line of work (I no longer remember which one), invited us over for a welcoming dinner. As I say they seemed very nice, about 10 or 15 years older than we were. Later that year the guy and my wife were together in some amateur theater production, the kind of thing that doesn’t interest me, so I paid no attention to the long nights of rehearsal. It did provide them a lot of time together, though presumably with others usually around. All I remember of the production is that it involved a lot of characters lying on top of other characters on a sofa, so lots of opportunity for him to experience lying on top of my wife, if at least clothed. Shortly after that my wife informed me that the guy told her that he was leaving his wife, and asked if he could stay at our apartment for a short time until he could find some place to live. He and his wife had been nice to us, so I figured why not.

We all did some drinking the night he arrived, or rather he and I did as my ex did not really drink much, and the next morning I left for work. The encounter I describe here is my wife’s account she related to me in rather excited terms when I came home that evening. The guy was then gone. But in the morning he was still in bed in the extra room when I left. My wife was doing something in the kitchen when she heard him in the shower. Shortly after, he came into the room and called to her. When she turned around she saw him standing there with only a bath towel around him, which he immediately dropped to the floor to reveal a huge erection. In relating this she was fixed on how she admired and found his erect cock so sexy, with its strong, horizontal projection, and the problem of how far she should go with him. Whether he plowed her that morning or not I simply can’t say. My hesitancy now in just dismissing the whole event as unrelated to my later humiliations in being cucked is that she could have let the whole thing pass without a mention and I would have been none-the-wiser. But perhaps this was her way of avoiding having to explain, should a story ever get back to me that this guy had plowed my wife, by having already told me her more innocent version. Given the later occasions when she did enjoy guys having her pussy, I think it’s not out of the question that this is where it all began. She did want me to know that she was impressed with this guy’s erection, and was at least thinking about how nice it would feel in her. Whether it was all just harmless on her part, or a full-blown cuckolding, I just don’t know. But with what I have come to learn is my record of being cucked repeatedly, I can’t shake the suspicion. This incident was just a couple of years into our marriage. So if it was the first time I got cuckolded by some guy with her, it means that she must have decided fairly early in the marriage that she could have me cucked rather easily.

There is one bit of further information suggesting that indeed this was the first time I was made a cuckold. I never met the guy again, but his best friend was a member of my working group. He was an odd guy who over beers after work liked to pump other guys about their wives’ sexual performances and details of their bodies. It may have been his way of demonstrating how sexually liberal he was, but I think it was really a substitute for his not getting much sex, and wanting to imagine himself fucking any of the wives of the rest of us. He would ask one of the group probing questions about his girl’s body or sexual performance, and offer his own guess, to which the husband’s response would provide the information for him later to jerk off to later. I thought him a complete ass, so I never responded to his probes. His fantasy guesses for answers to the questions he put to us not surprisingly were almost always wrong. After the incident in the kitchen, his attention seemed to be focused on my wife. But in the case of my ex, although he had never met her or even seen her, he got all the sexual details exactly right: the thickness and shape of her bush, the shape and specific hue of her labia, her facial expression when an erection first slides into her pussy, her flushing strongly along the top of the chest when she cums. I had to control my anger when such a creep seemed to know precisely how my ex appeared and behaved when she was getting fucked. But I fear what I was confronted with here were the descriptions of my wife being plowed in the kitchen that morning, which her lover happily passed on to his friend so they both could have some fun with the cuckold husband.

What I think would be the next cucking I got was one my wife regularly teased or taunted we with by hinting at what was going on. But it was her habit when she would do this to claim immediately that she was just joking. I guess when she decided early in our marriage that she could easily have me cucked, she was free to toy with me about it. She had enrolled in a graduate school in another city from where our apartment was. This would require her to be there for the academic year, except for holidays, and back at our apartment in the summers. The summer before this she had decided to go the entire summer with her pussy shaved. This was a couple of decades before a shaved pussy became the fashion among girls. She also had bought a tiny string bikini. We lived no where near any water, but she liked to lay out in the public space of the apartment sunbathing. It was part of her showing off her body, a feature that as I said probably contributed to the trouble I got into with guys cuckolding me. As her shaving her pussy was new, and one of her best features was the shape and protrusion of her labia, you can imagine this was pretty hot. And having taken ballet, she was really skilled at spreading her legs wide and showing off those labia. I of course had assumed that I was the only one who got to enjoy this view. The mistake I made here was in not realizing the danger that when she left in the fall for graduate school, she had not let her bush start growing back, and was still shaving her pussy.

She got a room in a graduate dorm, and at the end of the first week, sure enough, another new graduate student came around to her room to get to know her. He was just starting out, and considerably younger than she was, but as you know from the sailor in Paris, taking the erection of a younger guy was something that appealed to her (but not a requirement, as you will see later). What I know of this incident is from those taunts of me at times of tension between us, providing me (if I wasn’t so naïve) with just enough detail for someone with more sense to realize what was being done to his wife (and her enjoyment of it).

As she described it, his approach at this first meeting was to start talking to her about sex, in a more generalized way. So he “confessed” that he had a problem with sex in that it was hard for him to cum, and he would usually have to go an hour before shooting his load. It was obvious even to me when she told me about it that it was simply a ploy to let a girl he was interested in know that a night with him would be more than a quick bang. My wife’s response she related to me was revealing in that she did not point out that she was married and change the subject, but let it continue, something more like an invitation. In her later taunting of me she said she explained to him enthusiastically that what he described was not a problem, but a great asset, presumably to suggest to him that she was comfortable with and experienced at sex.

Those guys who laugh at me for the multiple cuckings I’ve gotten I’m sure would point out my inability or unwillingness to see through her references to what was happening is exactly why I deserve all these cuckings. I guess at some level I did see the evidence, but wanted to ignore it. I remember feeling uncertain and confused about what was being suggested, but of course I didn’t want to believe it. At the time I was more desperate to dismiss or excuse the details as not adding up to much. Big mistake.

The various comments she made about the details of this guy fucking her are difficult to place in a timeline because this particular cuckolding went on continuously for two full years! She told me that at that first meeting he had a go at her she was wearing overall jeans with a t-shirt, and no bra, and that while they sat together he slipped down the overall top of her jeans to get at her breasts. At one time or another she teased me that when sitting on a bed with him, he began to feel her up and “he got to everything” but that she didn’t just stop him because she wanted “to see how far he would go.” At one time she did mention the fact that she was impressed with his erection, explaining that “he had a curved one.” Apparently she expected that I would be so cowed by her knowing this, that I would not ask how she came by this information. Her descriptions of these events sound like the slow approach of a first time, but I can’t be sure that it wasn’t any other time in the two years he was enjoying my wife’s pussy. Whatever way he began feeling her up that first night, I’m sure that when his hand went down her panties to discover that she still shaved her pussy, it became inevitable for him that this was going to be a full cuckolding of me, not just some feel-up. And on top of the humiliation of this younger guy getting to enjoy my wife in only the first week of the term, he also became the last guy to plow my wife’s shaved pussy, replacing what should have been my privilege. More embarrassing, he continued his fucking of my wife that whole term, as she let her bush grow back. Perhaps he even encouraged her to grow it back, so he could have her through the stages of its getting thicker.

In the case of this particular guy it wasn’t even that I had only the evidence she taunted me with. One night some weeks into the fall term I telephoned her. By this time she had moved in to share an apartment with another student. As I tended to stay up quite late, the call was not much before midnight. Her roommate was shocked and just a little bit annoyed that I would want to talk to my wife so late. So she blurted out I couldn’t speak to her because she was over at this guy’s apartment. I did meet this girl once, and she was as innocent and naïve as I was, so she probably did believe that my wife was studying this late with him. But they were not in the same program and shared no courses. Given what I have to assume she was enjoying from him that night, it would be interesting to know the number of orgasms she took from him in that hour he claimed he needed to plow her before would he cum in her.

I had the occasion to be in that city only once while my ex was there being pounded by this guy. We went together to some student party. Most of the people there were girls, and one in particular was very slim, attractive, and friendly. At some point my ex said there was someone she wanted me to meet, and brought over this guy who was banging her behind my back. Of course nothing was actually said of his enjoying of my ex’s pussy, but some of the people there must have had some knowledge of what was going on between them. During the conversation, she announced that it would be fun if we went home with different partners, and put her arm around this younger student. I was caught without any idea of what to say. Fortunately, that other student saved me by volunteering to take me home with her. In typical fashion, my ex pivoted to treating the whole thing as a joke, but it is now pretty clear to me that she took some pleasure in humiliating me before her friends, some of whom must have known that this guy was screwing my wife. The event does suggest that my ex’s interest in cucking me, in addition to the sexual pleasure she was taking from these guys, was also about how easy it was to toy with me about the humiliating position she put me in, and then deny the whole thing if it became too obvious.

After this guy had been enjoying her pussy for the entire academic year, she returned for the summer to our apartment. Not long after she got a postcard from him showing a giant phallic symbol, some marble column in the city where he lived. He wrote on the card that if she was ever there, she should be sure to take a look at it. As he must have known when he sent a card with the giant phallic symbol that I would see it, it could only mean that he assumed either that I was too dim to recognize the reference to his cock in its erect form, or that he was perfectly happy with my knowing he was cuckolding me, and that I could do nothing about it. My ex had only informed me in her taunting way that his erection was curved and that it lasted a very long time; I guess he wanted to be sure I also understood that he thought he was quite large. He presumably also recognized, perhaps with the encouragement of my ex, that I was someone who could be easily cucked. And sure enough, he continued to have my wife through the entire next academic year.

From my ex’s taunts, I learned the details of only one other specific time he had her over those two years, but precisely when I don’t know. She said he had escorted her back to her apartment from a student party, where she admitted she had done too much drinking and toking (if true neither is characteristic). They entered into the kitchen and apparently he decided that it would be fun to have my wife right out where one of the roommates might walk in on them. So he pulled down her pants, and gave her his erection right on the kitchen table. Again, after she related this, she immediately claimed she was joking.

I can’t say how often he had my wife; who knows? But it does appear likely that during those two school years he was having her pussy more than I was. I’d like to think that this guy’s cucking of me was the longest one I had to endure. Would it be more humiliating if it turned out there was someone who cucked me even longer? Maybe given the length of time and number of times I endured cuckolding over those ten years it makes no difference. From what I know, though, he gets first place in the contest of which guy got to fuck my wife the most times. My inability to recognize much less do anything about the serious cucking I got from this young student is pretty embarrassing, but also, now, a terrific turn-on.

At the end of the summer between the two academic years in which this younger student was cuckolding me, the same summer he sent her the phallic symbol postcard, we had traveled to visit her parents. Unknown to me she had gotten in contact with that neighbor with whom she had cuckolded her first boyfriend in the brief fling before leaving town. One’s wife getting in contact with a former boyfriend should have been a red flag, but again I chose to ignore it. She arranged an evening together with him and his wife. When they arrived she wasn’t ready, but after some minutes came into the room in full makeup and perfume, wearing the tiniest and tightest shorts and a halter top, ran up to him and pressed herself fully against him in a hug. We spent the evening playing cards, talking and drinking. I learned then he had a keen interest in photography, an important point as you will see. Days later she came in from shopping and handed me a pile of photographs, which I have attached here.






She told me that she had gone to a photographic studio to have a portrait done for her parents. As I went through them she made various explanations as to how these increasingly graphic shots came about, and what the photographer was saying. I kept my observations to myself. The first shot of her does look like a typical formal portrait, although I noticed from the several of them that her blouse was buttoned below her breasts, and she was not wearing a bra, a little odd for a portrait for one’s parents.

The next photo indicates that she changed her blouse at that point to a vest she had found a few years before in a town abroad known for its traditional lace makers. When she had tried it on in the shop, the proprietor was falling all over himself to get a good view, since its openwork made it entirely see-through. That it covered nothing meant that she had never had occasion to wear it before. So it seemed very odd to me that she brought it along for a formal portrait for her parents. The photographer also took note, and pointed out to her that he could see her nipples through it. She said he told her that he had some makeup he could put on her that would mask the effect. It was not clear to me whether he was referring to the nipples or the tan lines around her breasts, but in effect he seemed to be proposing to feel up my wife’s breasts. Her account didn’t clarify whether she at that point allowed him to or not.

She said that after the shots in the see-through vest, while she was changing again, the photographer came over to the changing room and asked if she would like to do some nude shots. She agreed and took off her clothes. From this point on, she let me know, the photographer was sporting a large hard-on, another red flag given her history of being attracted by erect cocks. She explained her willingness to get nude because he proposed to do “art photos.” She had been an art major in college where she had told me the students would pose for each other to save on model fees. So in agreeing to do art photos I guess she expected me to understand that this photographer was really interested in the elevated world of art. Of course I don’t know how he could have known of her art background, one of a series of inconsistencies in her account of that afternoon. But the artistic perspective would allow me to overlook that after a few shots of her nude from the waist up, the photographer was getting increasingly close to her, and taking close range shots of parts of her body, presumably artistically.

After the first shots of her nude from the waist up, they became increasingly graphic, and now excluded her face. He first photographed her from behind, standing, and in a ballet pose. And then did a frontal shot of her torso. I noticed that the point of focus was one of her breasts, viewed in profile, and in the next she was now seated on the floor, and the point of focus was the other breast. But now there were some changes that made me uneasy. The breasts were swollen, and the nipples and areolas tightly erect. Her hair was pushed back off her chest, and I observed that the necklaces she was wearing were now gone. The only way I could fathom that her breasts would go from relaxed to fully aroused so quickly was if the photographer took this opportunity to fondle them. I imagine he told her the necklaces should come off, and since she was seated he could help her from behind, and then pull her hair back off her chest for the next shot. The evidence of his fondling her seemed pretty clear, but I didn’t question her about it, and she let it pass without comment.

When I got to the shot where he is standing over her photographing her nude torso, she was now prone, leaning back on her elbows. He seemed interested in the tan lines around her bush and breasts. She told me that from this point on he kept telling her that he really like her bush and wanted to lick it. It seemed consistent with his having fondled her breasts, but I was too intent to inquire why a photographer would make such an offer, even if he might well be thinking it, and why she was comfortable with letting the situation continue to develop.

In the next shot she must be fully prone, with one leg slightly raised and spread open, exposing her pussy. The photographer must have been on the floor next to her and focused the camera directly on her pussy. With her one leg spread open, one can see her labia and I think a slight glisten as if they had become damp. She pointed out to me here with some pride that she was laid out with her bush “all trimmed down.” True enough, it had been trimmed short, but I guess she felt she needed to draw my attention to this obvious fact in order to avoid the awkward question of why she had prepared herself in this way. The previous summer was the one she had shaved her pussy, but she was not in the habit of trimming her bush short, as it was here. And she failed to notice that having trimmed her bush before the photo session was hardly consistent with her story that the whole thing was a spontaneous agreement to do nude “art photos.”

The photographer then positioned himself between her legs taking a straight-on view into her pussy. Her head is turned to one side, and one leg drawn up to block the view of her face. This position was the last shot, but she told me that after it he then “kept getting closer and closer and closer.” Her description is interesting. I doubt he could have moved any closer and still been able to keep her pussy in focus. But since he took no more photos, that wasn’t his goal anyway. With her head turned and the camera blocked from her view by her bent leg, she could not have seen that he was moving closer to her pussy, so her knowing this can only result from what happened next. Her account of the photoshoot just stopped at this point, and she said she got up and got dressed, without detailing what took place. I think that her telling me that he kept getting closer after he finished photographing was taunting me again, since his continual closing in would quickly result in his mouth being pressed against her labia, and he could fulfill his expressed desire to lick her pussy.

It does seem to me from the inconsistencies of her account, the graphic visuals and her own descriptions of his coming on to her that the result here was that I got cucked again. What does strike me as odd is that a professional photographer would take the chance of being so overt in telling a client that he wanted to lick her bush. On her side, she posed in a see-through lace vest, trimmed her bush before the session, and noticed his erection during it, which suggests that she was also hoping for a sexual culmination. While the setting and the quality of the photos are consistent with a professional, it occurs to me that the photographer may have been that former boyfriend, since after all she did contact him before we arrived in town, so there was some reason she wanted to see him. He had been her lover before, so having her again may have been simply expected on both their sides. Of course the results for my having been made a cuckold again are the same whoever the photographer was that got to bone her. And the chronology here is also revealing. Within two weeks of her letting the photographer cuckold me, she was back at school, and that younger fellow student, who had sent the phallic symbol postcard letting me know that he intended to continue cucking me, would be fulfilling his promise for the entire next school year.

The last cucking that I know of I can’t place precisely during my marriage with my ex, though I think it probably comes later. She had told me about this middle-aged guy in her line of work who was a fixture at their business conferences. This was a guy of significant prestige among his business associates. But she said he had a reputation for hanging out in the hotel bars and either getting drunk or hitting on the younger women at the conferences, apparently with some success. And she mentioned that he had repeatedly talked her up, too. While I certainly think that a guy might well be keen to take advantage of her pussy if it were available, it is striking that she would be hanging out in a hotel bar, since she knew he was hot for her, and of course would be there, and since she didn’t drink much, more warning signs I missed. The guy was apparently handsome enough, and she may have heard from other girls about his skills in bed. In the other times I got cuckolded (that I know about anyway) she seemed to be driven mostly by the opportunity to enjoy some new guy thrusting his cock into her pussy. Here, however, her lover’s status in his profession I think was an additional incentive.

I should explain that my knowledge of this particular humiliation comes from a combination of her continual hinting by mentioning his repeated hitting on her, and a description she gave me. In a prelude to sex I asked her once to describe a fantasy of having someone fuck her. What I failed to realize in making this request is that she actually had very little in the way of sexual imagination. Since the “fantasy” she described lines up exactly with this guy (middle-aged, conference, bar, hotel) I think what she really described was the time this guy triumphed in his efforts to take her into his bed.

So, she said this middle-aged guy was persistent in hitting on her in the bar, and she decided that a good fucking from him seemed an exciting prospect. She agreed to go up to his room. She did not mention anything about the elevator ride up, but presumably he started to kiss her and feel her up, because by the time they got to his room door, she claimed, he had already begun undressing her. Since conference hotel rooms are not very big, the removal of her clothes took place quickly on the way to the bed. First her jacket, blouse and bra were opened up the front so he could fondle her breasts. By this time, they were at the bed, onto which he pushed her back, and as she described it “he had my panties and stockings off in a flash.” The desire by this guy to start fucking my wife, and her willingness to take his cock were apparently so urgent, as she described it, that he began plowing her with her jacket, blouse, and bra still on, though fully opened. This energetic fury impressed her. Fortunately for her, his lust for having her did not interfere with the quality of his performance: making my humiliation worse, she reported in her account that “he fucked the hell out of me.”

It must have lasted some time, because as she described it, by the time he blew his load into her, her jacket, blouse and bra had long come off and she was under him taking his thrusts completely naked. After he had thoroughly fucked my wife in that first session, they lay together she said, with him continuing to kiss and fondle her breasts. She could of course have left at this point, but given what he had just done to her, why wouldn’t she wait around to see what comes next? And in short order she watched him begin to pop another erection. Fully erect, he rolled her over so she was face down on the bed, pushed her legs apart, and kneeling between her legs thrust his erection into her again. She never reported in her description of this night which position she found more gratifying, taking his cock from the front or from behind.

The detail in which she described this double fucking, and the fact that this second position, face down and legs spread, is not one that she and I used, leads me to conclude that this was not some imagined fucking, but a fairly accurate description of yet another occasion in which I got cucked. The detail in which she recounted this fucking sure suggests to me a description rather than fantasy made up on the fly. I should add that apart from her willingness to take another guy’s cock, (which she had shown multiple times before) she got a practical advantage out of having this guy sliding his erection into her bush. Though she never held a position under him (I mean employment, not lying beneath him with her legs spread open) he wrote her a recommendation which got her first really good job.

This incident is the last where I can say I know of some guy having my wife. All together, I can’t avoid admitting to myself that I’ve been made a pretty thorough cuckold. The number of times, and how easy it seems to have been for them to pound my wife is by itself humiliating but in finally admitting them to myself, I find them deeply arousing. I’m not sure how I feel about those guys who cucked me. They certainly didn’t hold back or show me any consideration in what they must have known would eventually be the humiliation I would face when I was willing to admit it to myself. To be fair, as far as I can tell, the guys who cucked me all did exceptionally good jobs when the got the chance to try out her pussy. And while I might admire their workmanship, it probably also added to my situation. Had they fucked her less well, maybe she might not have been so eager to continue her pattern of letting others have their turns in cucking me. Once she made the decision apparently early in our marriage that I could be cucked easily, it wasn’t their job to hold off putting their erections in her pussy just to save me the humiliation. If I couldn’t see the enjoyment my wife repeatedly was getting from other guy’s cocks, I have to admit that responsibility is on me, so sure was I at the beginning of our marriage that I would never be in the position of being a cuckold. And it’s true that they probably didn’t know that there were all those others who also got to have her. Just as I didn’t imagine I could ever get cucked, perhaps each thought that only he got the opportunity to have his cock in my wife.

As to the motivations of my wife, surely in part she just had a real liking for a new erection and how it would feel in her. But her habit of hinting at the cuckings I was getting, the regularity with which someone was in fact cucking me, and the multiple times some of them got to cuck me must indicate that, apart from the sexual pleasure, she also took great pleasure in knowing the humiliation I would be subjected to, and that at some point I would have to admit it all to myself. Perhaps she expected, as a friend has suggested to me, that if I realized what was happening, I would accept my situation and be willing to take up that role of just watching while my wife enjoys some other guy. I will never know, as that option never occurred. The various hints she gave me, or her supposed joking about one of these guys having cucked me I imagine were to generate those suspicions that would gnaw at me. It was the incident of the teenage sailor fucking her (of which I had no previous clue) which was the one she at the end openly confronted me with, rather than confirming that one or more of the hinted cuckings had actually taken place. That I had no inkling of that sexual conquest of my wife of course raised the possibility that there were others like it of which I had no suspicion. Five guys having my wife in ten years of marriage seems like a lot to me. But the friend to whom I related these events, pointed out to me that someone who was so brazen as to get picked up by a teenage sailor and spend the night getting plowed by him is someone whose sexual audacity I am seriously underestimating. He suggested that in actuality I should easily estimate that I got cucked “two or three times more” than those five I know of. He may be right, but as I have no evidence to describe those other cuckings, I will leave the total number to the discretion of the reader.

The very first time I ever shared a partner was my first real girlfriend when I was a lad, I had had girls who were friends before, but Shirley was my first proper partner.

I had been enjoying masturbation for years but Shirl was the girl I lost my virginity to and I was only her second (so she said).

We found it was really hard to get with each other, my house was no good, we did go to Lou’s house (Louise was my best friend since were were in primary together) but Shirl would never do more than kiss in front of Louise or our gang of friends.

We snatched a few intimate moments at places like youth clubs if we were careful, and on trains (on the old-style carriages with no interconnecting doors) where if we were alone as the train pulled off, we had privacy till we hit the next station at least, but we both were desperate for a place we could be alone.

It was John (a neighbor of mine) who offered us the solution, he said we were welcome to use his house whenever we liked and the idea of a bed, and a closed door was perfect for us.

I had not told Shirley he was just the weird guy I mow the lawn for and do odd jobs for.

She asked why I said "weird" and I told her, he wasn’t really weird as such but I know he was a naturist and when alone he liked to be as he called it “textile free”.

She was very interested and asked me if he was ever naked when I was there? and I said “a few times, but it didn’t bother me as I was just doing the work I was being paid for and didn’t pay him any mind”.

She joked with me about it and asked was his cock big or small? and I lied and said I never watched him to see at which she laughed.

So we took him up on his offer and we had ourselves a house literally on my doorstep (she lived a few miles and 2 stops on the local trainline away) where we could explore each other and eventually had full intercourse on John’s bed.

John would always greet us but remain downstairs or in the garden, he never tried to watch us or be a part of anything we were doing he was totally happy at providing us a venue for our sex.

After we had sex, we used to join John for a cup of tea or watch the telly and after the first few times where Shirl felt very embarrassed, it started to be easier for her and she never felt like he was thinking “I know what you’ve just been doing” lol

After a few months, she asked him one day after a particularly heated pounding from me, why he was never naked as she thought he was a confirmed naturist.

John said he was but would not be naked where it might make someone feel uncomfortable (meaning her) and I leapt on this by saying “I couldn’t care less!” to which he laughed “oh thanks, so I have your approval then?” we all laughed and the Shirl said what I had been hoping for, that it was ok with her too.

I was very pleased, I so wanted her to see his cock, it dwarfed my tiny cock, I wanted to see her eyes widen as she took his length in (so to speak) I was small, about 5½ inches long, but reasonable thick, (enough to make her squeak on occasion lol) but I was genuinely so eager to see her admire his beast of a penis.

He said that if we were sure, that he wouldn’t cover up in future and we both said “cool” or something to that effect.

The next time we visited, she had been going on about his nudity all day to me, I was certain she was actually getting herself into a state imagining this old man naked in front of her.

We were welcomed into his house as usual he had a robe on to answer the door and as we moved into his lounge, he took off the robe and was naked for the first time in front of Shirl.

I could see her eyes were locked on his huge flaccid cock, his heavy balls and his length slapped on his thighs as he walked and as he made us all a brew and brought it in, Shirl was not even discrete about her interest in his length.

I was loving her attention she was giving and I knew what might happen to John, as I knew his love was being watched, and here he was with 2 teens watching him, one of them a pretty blonde girl.

At first however he remained limp and Shirley asked him about his naturism and how long, etc how he knew he liked it etc and then asked did he not get embarrassed if he got excited?

John explained that naturism for him wasn’t a sexual thing, it was a lifestyle thing.
If he did get an erection, he would “either ignore it, or deal with it” which we all laughed at.
“If I’m at the beach, for example, I might go in the water to reduce the effect or lie on my front, its not the done thing to push your arousal in peoples faces” he told us.

He said if we wanted to try the lifestyle out, his house is a safe place to see if we like it and that we were welcome to be textile free or clothed as we wished.

When we were alone upstairs later Shirl was full off questions from me, “would you go nude? Did you see how big it was? Imagine that erect! Do you think he wanks a lot?” I said in a cowardly way that I would if she would and after a few minutes she replied with that she would if I would first.

“what, do you mean?” I asked (knowing full well) and she said that if I dared to strip naked and visit him downstairs, she would take her clothes off too.

She added that she would go to bra and panties at least, and I knew that I had her.
I got up and said “come on then, prove it” with a laugh and left the bedroom and went don’t where John was watching the horse racing on telly.

I said how we had come to join him and without a further word I stripped off my jeans, t-shirt and pants and stood next to the sofa with him looking up at me from his lounger and Shirl bright red in the face and nervous.
I was erect and my short length was rock hard as she seemed to think about things, then she amazed me (and John) by walking in front of the telly and looking at John as she took off her sweatshirt and her jeans leaving her in a pair of white cotton panties and her white bra.

I was so turned on I knew I was going to cum soon if I touched myself, John was intent on looking at her body, her long blonde hair was partly covering her small breast mounds and her thick bushy pubes were clearly visible through her panties, although covered up she was so sexy looking and I saw John’s cock begin to swell as he enjoyed my girlfriend.
He stood up as she moved to the sofa and lay down as the two of us stood over her admiring her sexuality and her half nakedness.
Her eyes were fixed on John’s penis, it grew for her and I knew it was her gaze on him that was arousing him so much.
I did not last long, after just a few minutes I shot a sticky load onto her panties and tummy.

John was now stroking his shaft, his helmet wet with precum and pointed at my girlfriend’s face. She was enjoying his actions I could tell and was rubbing my mess into her undies which made them see through in places.

He was jerking his meat and as I sat down on the sofa at Shirl’s feet, I had a grand view of her as she pulled her gusset aside and showed my pensioner friend her pussy.

She didn’t masturbate on that day; she just offered him a view of her spunk moistened sex and watched him intently as he jerked off for her.

I could see her tiny little bullet sized nipples were erect through the thin bra material and was loving the sight of these two pleasuring each other.

She suddenly slipped her wet panties off her legs and spread her legs and holding her labia lips apart showed John how wet her pink pussy hole was.

I was in heaven; my girlfriend was exposing her most intimate area to a man who was going to cover her in sperm any moment.

I desperately wanted him to push that monster cock in her hole and fuck her senseless but I knew it wasn’t on the cards.

I did have the pleasure of seeing her wriggle to the edge of the sofa her legs wide to allow him to drop to his knees and have his cock more at her level.

He pointed his cock at her wet pink pussy and I watched as he moved it closer and closer to her moist hole, I was loving this, and I heard her say “do it!” to John, I watched him as he did. He ejaculated a huge stream of his hot semen onto her sex, followed by 3 or 4 more jets spraying her blonde pubes and belly, hitting her chest, her bra, her body and legs. It was amazing, I was so convinced she was inviting him to fuck her, but it was even better, to see her made a complete mess of.
His cum had covered her and she had never looked sexier or more lovely.

As she took her bra off to be as naked as us 2 guys, his seed ran down her body and as she looked distracted and a bit puzzled, she left the room and we heard the shower running up stairs.

Shirl was in the bedroom after her shower and we stayed there till we dressed.

She was not ashamed at all, but was, I think embarrassed at her own desire to behave so brazenly. It bothered her for some time and was sadly never able to overcome her feelings.

She enjoyed it, was eager, wanted more (so I found out later) but after she felt dirty and couldn’t properly engage with her deeper desires or fantasies.

She did play on about 2 more occasions, both after a party so was definitely alcohol fuelled, one time, even masturbating for John! Which was very special.

We remained friend for ages after but she always felt a bit awkward, going back to John’s house so we started to find other venues for her peace of mind.

over the years I have shared both my wives and several girlfriends and to this day much prefer to masturbate as I watch rather than have intercourse.
I arrange my wife's sex with a longtime friend or occasionally with people we meet at a club, it is a life that won't suit many but it works for us

[KissArmy]

Kind of in the ballpark for this thread. This girl ranks second on my list of Girls I Never Should Have Dated. She was being enjoyed by her boyfriend. She just decided not to admit she had one, much less she was fucking him.

I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I was infatuated with her. In the five years I knew her, she never said No to a date with me. And here we were dating again, in the summer of 1981, both home from different colleges.

And a date with her was like taking your 12-year old cousin out for ice cream. Followed by me taking her home. And at her door she'd only let me give her a closed kiss on the lips. Are you dating a guy in college? Do you have a boyfriend? I asked. Well, she said, she is dating a boy back in college. So level with me, I said. I don't want to waste your time or mine. Do I have a chance with you? "I'm re-evaluating my relationship" was all I could get out of her.

The bitch was lying. She was the full-on girlfriend of the other guy. I found out when our town society column reported he was her escort at her debutante ball that fall. She had him flown in. Turns out she was just using me to fill her social calendar that summer, while she was home from college. Fucking piece of shit.

I ended it with her immediately. But I saw her the next summer. Remembering she gave me nothing more than a closed-lip kiss at the end of our dates, I told her to be more affectionate to her damn boyfriend. "You'd be surprised." she smirked.

That's when I knew the bitch was fucking her boyfriend back at college the entire time. While she was stringing me along.

A year later the bitch invites me to her wedding to the guy. The invite was officially to my mom and dad but the card added my name as the Plus-One. Uh, No.

So that's my story for this thread. Not as bad as what Regn5977 went through above, I wasn't technically a cuckold, but I was a damn fool and a sap. On the bright side, the bitch and her college boyfriend have been married 43 years now. She'll never sniff around me again. And I've been married 39. To a girl that blows that bitch out of the water.

(Fun Final Fact: years later, her father traded in her mother for a young Russian mail order bride. I'm okay with that. Dad got his balls back. And her mother was who she learned her shit from anyway.)

[martin1512]

Sarah and I were swingers for most of our 10 year relationship and we went to many swingers clubs and parties in Dorset and Hampshire as well as meeting couples and single men and women at our own home. Another session that springs to mind was when we were at a party in Bournemouth. At some point we had got separated and when I went to look for her I found her sitting on the lap of a guy we knew called Steve. They were on a chair and she had her back to him while she rode him. There were several people in the room and Steve and Sarah were the centre of attention. I loved seeing her like that, with her legs spread wide, Steve's cock deep inside her and his fingers playing with her clit and nipples. What made it even better was when Steve's wife came over, stroked my cock through my trousers and then bent over and asked me to fuck her while we watched our our partners fucking each other.

One of the things Sarah ex loved was anal sex, we used to do it at least a couple of times a month when on her period and often when Sarah was feeling extra horny. One time when we were at a swingers club near Southampton, she was having sex on top of a guy and I was stroking her tits, legs and arse. As she leaned forward so the guy could suck her nipples I slid a finger into her arsehole and started stroking, before adding another. This was the first time I had done this while she was fucking someone and I was very surprised, and turned on, by how well I could feel the guy's dick inside her. As she was clearly enjoying my fingers inside her, I moved round behind her and straddled her and the guy's legs (I don't think we ever even asked his name). I pushed my fingers all the way inside her faster and harder. Feeling very turned on and naughty and with her arse open and relaxed around my fingers, I removed my fingers and put the tip of my cock against her hole and started gently rub against it, Sarah's reaction to this was to simply say "yes please" so I pushed my cock into her arse. This was the first time we had done DP and it felt amazing. Feeling her tight around me whilst at the same time feeling the guy's cock move inside her and against my cock was the most intense feeling. Sarah was very obviously enjoying it too and she came twice before me and the guy both came inside her. As the three of us were recovering, Sarah said that that was the most fucked she had ever felt and that she definitely wanted to do it again.

Sarah and I are also bisexual and we had a number of FFM and MMF threesomes and although Sarah and I are no longer together I am very close friends with some of the singles and couples we used to fuck.

[fenland]

I have always loved this night due to how dirty my wife was. A man who I had worked with for several years and who had made it very clear that he liked my wife and he would love to get between her legs was leaving the company and moving away. I asked him round for drinks a few days before he left, an invite he eagerly accepted. The drink flowed freely and we persuaded max that he should stay the night in our spare room as he couldn’t drive home now, this was all half planed. Just after midnight we showed max to the spare room, on the other side of the house to our room. My wife has a night dress I like very much, two straps support two white lace cups that fit my wife’s tits very nicely and are totally see-thru. From under her tits its white silk down to a lace trim which just and I mean just covers her ass cheeks and her pussy, if on eye level with either they are on show, this is what she put on and after kissing me she went to say good night to max.
She returned after 35 minutes I timed her, first I noticed her hair was messed up and her checks were flushed red. I was lying in bed with my side lamp on, she walked over to me and lifted her night dress “sloppy seconds anyone?” her cunt lips were engorged and swollen red with cum visible between them and on her pussy hair. She pulled the night dress off and came round and got into bed besides me. “You weren’t gone long?” I said “well I didn’t make it difficult for him, I can assure you his cock was inside me less than 5 minutes after I went into the room, let’s just say I handed it to him on a plate”
What she hadn’t told me was that at some point in the evening she had told max she would come and say good night when I was asleep. So, when she walked in, he was sitting up in bed waiting, she sat on the bed and he admired her tits then she saw his eyes go down, it was hard not to show her pussy off in the night dress. He nodded to her tits and said they looked nice, she slipped the straps off and let them out, he started fondling them then leaned forward and started to suck on them. My wife felt under the duvet and found his cock, she was waking him as he enjoyed her tits. His cock exposed he then pushed her head down on to it; she says she took it in her mouth and he pushed her head up and down on it. Then he pulled her onto the bed on her back and opened her legs with a firm push then just shoved his cock into her. She said there was nothing gentle about it he was just fucking her like he had wanted to since he met her. At the critical moment he held her arms down by her side and there was no suggestion of pulling out he just pumped his load into her. He did ask if he should leave before I got up but she told him not worry as I knew nothing.
As I fucked her cunt was squelching and she told me how good it felt, me fucking her after another man has just left his load inside her. She cum but I still pumped away in her sloppy hole and she said in my ear “reminds me of my university days! Next time we should ask 3 or 4 men round to fuck me then you could have sloppy 5s!”

[fenland]

Another one and this is a totally different girl, who was a natural blonde and extremely pretty and she knew it She was also very bubbly and outgoing and up for absolutely anything. there is a reason that she is my ex-girlfriend and I never married her or tried to settle down with her.
We were out on motorbikes one day my girlfriend on the back with me and my mate who I owed as he had got me this motorbike quite cheap was riding along besides us. It was a nice warm day and we were riding down some country lanes We picked a large entrance in a field and pulled over and stopped. We moved the bikes behind the hedge and my girlfriend more than half expected what was to go on and she asked me if it was time to pay for the motorbike, she more than happily stripped off naked and let my friend fuck her on the side of a cornfield. It was very hot watching them, his ass pumping up and down between her legs and her moaning and groaning as her tits bounced in time with his pumping. When he eventually finished and climbed off her legs, she laid there on the grass with her legs open and said to me did I want to go now or should she get dressed. Obviously, I took her up on it and that is when I got used to the very hot feeling of getting sloppy seconds. We all got dressed got back on our bikes and off we went again.
Another time we were all watching porn movies round a friend’s house. There were other girls there but as the evening wore on, they split off in their couples and left leaving myself my girlfriend two of my friends and one of my friend’s dad whose house we were around. the movie we were watching was about air hostesses on an aeroplane who were being gang banged by passengers when they landed. My girlfriend was happy to take on the role of one of the air house hostesses and started getting us beers and acting very polite and serving us like she fought an air Hostess would. Eventually there was just myself and my friend and his dad and his dad was commenting how lucky I was having a hot young girl sitting on my lap My girlfriend as she was prone to doing offered to thank our host for his hospitality and she went and sat on his lap. again, I thought it was quite hot watching her passionately kissing this much older man as his hands roamed over her body. Pretty soon we had her down to nothing but her knickers and my friend’s dad took us all upstairs My girlfriend spent the rest of the night either with a head between her legs or being fucked while she was sucking one of our cocks, we all come inside her at some point either in her mouth or in her pussy.

After having a drink and snack break, I watched as my girlfriend laid naked on the bed and opened her legs and proudly announced to my friend’s dad who was advancing towards her with yet another hard on. “Welcome aboard these legs are open for your enjoyment, please ride as you see fit and take your time. You’re welcome to ride as long as you like and any turbulence will be of your own making, I apologise for any sloppiness but several other people have enjoyed this flight before you. Once your flight is over and you have deposited your load please leave by the nearest exit and make way for the next passenger”. Myself and my friend fucked her again also and she told me how hot it was that was her first father and son and she thoroughly enjoyed being passed around my friends.
The narrative is as best as I remember but I’m sure you get the idea.

[fenland]

I married my wife mainly because I knew she was up for some fun and she proved this not long after we got married. Mainly out of duty we went to a wedding of a distant family relative, we didn’t know many people so just sat on the table on her own most of the night. We were joined by a gentleman called Clive who I believe was in pretty much the same boat as us and he just wanted somebody to talk to. He sat with us most of the rest of the evening, He was good company and certainly wasn’t shy about buying the drinks. When they put a couple of slow dancers on, he very quickly asked my wife for a dance and off she went with him. When it was my turn to dance with her, she told me Clive was very friendly on the dance floor? Apparently, he’d had a good he’d had a good feel of her arse and felt her suspenders under her dress. When it came to going home, we hitched a lift with another couple The three of us sitting in the back of their car my wife in the middle. My wife smiled at me and gestured downwards with her eyes Clive’s hand was resting on the top of her stocking clad leg. A bit later she flashed me a smile and I looked down again it had moved up it wasn’t far off the top of her stockings. We got dropped off at our house and apparently Clive didn’t live that far away so he said he could walk from here So we all got out My wife very quickly invited him in for a drink He was keen to accept.
My wife and I sat on the sofa together Clive sat in the armchair opposite and the drink and chat were seen flowing. As the night moved on, he admitted how much he liked my wife’s stockings and he said he had a thing about stocking feet. She invited him to sit at the other end of the sofa She leant against me and turned round putting her legs across him so he could caress her feet. My wife leant back against me she was in absolute heaven as he was rubbing and stroking her feet. She leant her head back so that I could kiss her I notice his hands were not sticking to her feet and were working their way up her legs. I helped by moving her dress up and exposing the bare skin at the top of her stockings and her suspenders. I looked down and made eye contact with Clive he nodded and smiled gesturing at the nice view. I kissed my wife some more and also with my free hand wrapped around her I managed to feel her tip over her dress. Clive said to my wife I hope you don’t mind but your dress is ridden up We have a lovely view the pair of us. She just smiled and said oh you men are easily pleased It’s not as if it’s not a site that’s been seen by plenty already. She wriggled and moved her dress up even more showing off her lacy panties as well.
I was now kissing my wife passionately and also squeezing her tits Clive’s hands moved up higher and had a good feel of her stocking tops and her suspender belts. I moved my other hand down on to my wife’s panties and started making circles with my hands above her pussy. She moaned and snuggled down a bit more I then nodded at Clive and removed my hand allowing him access. He was soon caressing my wife’s legs and also doing what I did teasing her pussy through her panty She started moaning and sighing as I was still kissing her. I behind her and she knew what I was doing she leant forward and let me unzip the back of her dress All this time Clive was caressing and tickling up between her legs. With my help she wriggled her dress down to expose her bra Clive looked and said very nice. I again put my hand behind her and she leant forward allowing me to unclip her bra whilst kissing her I slipped it down her arms and removed it Clive sighed as he looked at her tits as I was playing with each of them and tweaking her nipples. Clive’s hand was getting much braver between my wife’s legs and he was attempting to pull her panties down. Just a second, she said let me help and she lifted her hips up off the sofa He clasped either side of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She had shaved her pussy a while ago and it was now growing back and it was closely cropped, Clive said how sexy it looked as he pulled her panties up to his nose and sniffed them.
I went back to kissing her and paying attention to her tits, Clive’s hand moved up my wife’s legs to her pussy. She pushed me back gently and smiled at me and she looked down at Clive and said “here let me open them for you” And she put one foot on the floor and the other foot up on the back of the sofa spreading her legs wide Much to Clive’s delight. Things went on and he was soon finger fucking her as I had her tits in my mouth. Eventually between her pants and groans she asked Is one of you going to fuck me soon? We all stood up off the sofa and my wife’s dress was completely removed leaving her in just her stockings and suspenders. I started undoing my trousers and pulling them off as did Clive, my wife sat down on the sofa and I moved towards. She put her hand up and stopped me and said don’t be rude guests first and she pulled Clive towards her and took his cock in her mouth. I sat there watching as she gave Clive a blow job, He said he hadn’t had that for several years. Eventually my wife and stroking his cock gently with her hand she announced that she thought it was well time she got fucked? and what position did he want to fuck her in?
My lovely wife obediently laid on her back with her arse hanging off the edge of the sofa as Clive positioned himself between her legs. He did look at me and asked if I minded, I told him to go ahead he won’t be the first. He got inside her and started fucking her and she moaned and looked at me holding her hand up for me to take which I did. Clive then grunted and groaned and apologised He said he hadn’t got laid for several years and there was no way he was going to last long, He hoped she didn’t mind that he come inside her, she assured him that was fine. I took his place and entered her sloppy cunt; I fucked her for quite a while as Clive sat beside her on the sofa and played with her tits and kissed her. She did come and I just also added my load inside her. We then all sat around chatting and had more drinks. Eventually Clive started playing with my wife’s tits again This prompted her to suggest that she would take him upstairs and see whether he could make a better job of fucking her on the bed? So off they went upstairs I waited a little while and then went All I saw was his Bony old arse pumping away between my wife’s legs She still had her stockings on.
Clive then thanked us both profusely and made his exit saying he had to walk home. My wife had a quick shower then got back into bed with me. She told me Clive had kissed her and played with her tits again, then she had sucked him off and he had got hard again and apparently, he fucked her nicely and steadily for quite some time And she come on his cock. She said her tits were sore from all the attention we had both given them that night And I said I suppose you want to go to sleep but she was more than happy to open her legs for me again!

[fenland]

When I first met my future wife and was only dating her, she lived in a flat above a hairdresser. Staying round one night to fuck her I got up in the morning and found a box tucked under a cabinet in it were half a dozen old VHS types. There was no sign of a VHS player anywhere in her flat and she told me they were just old ones that people had recorded on and they needed throwing out. There was something about the look on her face as she told me that made me want to find out. A couple of weeks later when I had access to her flat on my own, I got the box and took it back to mine to look through the video tape types. Every one of them had my wife on it naked the first couple she was just posing for the camera. the thing that struck me was it wasn’t only her ex-boyfriend there seemed to be other men there watching her. Then there was at least two of full-blown sex tape of her ex fucking her on the bed, then one showed her having a threesome with two much older men who I didn’t know at all. It was an absolutely great tape and gave me a hard on immediately She was obviously just a teenager at the time and these two older men were giving her a fucking of her life. she was moaning and groaning and very willing about the whole thing. Then the camera was passed to one of the performers who held it while her ex who obviously had been filming it took his turn fucking. then there was one of her completely naked with her ex-boyfriend Obviously talking to her and persuading her to do something that she wasn’t too sure about. The tape stopped and started again with voices, her ex obviously saying to somebody that he could have a go if he wanted. I don’t know who the man was who walked into the picture but it was obvious that my wife had never seen him before and he was very cautious about what he was doing. She was completely naked and very shy and coy but the man was having a feel of her tits and her pussy and eventually he laid her down on the bed and fucked her It didn’t take him long and he climbed off and he actually said thank you to her ex who then took his position between her legs and fucked her telling her how horny it was watching her get fucked by a complete stranger.

[Hobbit_sam]

Wow, what a great thread.

I'll add my contribution if I may.

In the days of my younger self I met up with Agi who was Polish and an early adoptee of the relaxation of rules allowing EU residents to come and work in the UK with minimal complications.

We met in the pub, Agi was with a group from her work, me with my mates, my first contact was me spilling beer over her as I tried to move away from the bar with three pints (in jugs).

I returned to apologise and offered her a drink in compensation for me getting her outfit wet, she agreed and we ended up chatting away, well as best you can when I didn't speak or understand a word of Polish and Agi was still getting used to real English compared to schoolroom English.

We enjoyed each others company and made a date for the following night at a local restaurant. The meal went well we talked, we laughed we had fun.

After we left the restaurant we wandered the town, Agi linked her arms round mine and I leaned in for a kiss which was returned with passion. Taking a leap of faith I asked Agi if she would come back to my place, a room in a shared house, Agi agreed and kissed me.

Back at my place we had a great night, Agi was no shrinking violet but a passionate woman who knew what she wanted, it was a few hours before we eventually fell asleep.

The following morning we locked ourselves in the bathroom and had soapy sex whilst my mate banged on the door telling us to hurry up as he needed a pee.

Agi and I dated for a couple of months and it was great, not only the sex which was fantastic but the improvement in our relationship as Agi got better with her language skills.

One Friday evening I was due to meet Agi in the pub, as I waited a guy came up to me and asked if I was waiting for Agi, I had never seen the guy before but assumed it was one of her work colleagues, yes I replied, a second later I was on my back, my nose was bleeding and this guy is leaning over me with his fist raised, he hissed that if I ever came near his wife again he'd put me in hospital.

My mates got me home and cleaned up then left me alone. I lay on my bed, the same bed that the previous week had seen me fucking Agi and being woken the following morning by Agi sucking my prick to erection before climbing on top and riding me to climax. Now she has a husband?

I saw and heard nothing of Agi in the following weeks, in fact it was nigh on 4 months before I saw her again and it was in the pub. Agi was with a group of people in the far corner of the bar. As I stood waiting to be served I looked across and to my surprise our eyes met and Agi shook her head to indicate no. After being served I returned to my mates.

As the evening progressed I noticed two guys sitting separately in the bar but really nursing their pints, in fact if they'd drunk a half between them it would have been an exaggeration. I realised that they were watching Agi, to avoid anything happening I finished my pint and left.

The year had moved on a fair bit before I had any contact with Agi, to be honest I'd had a couple of casual dates with other women but these had gone nowhere as I was fixated on Agi. It was Saturday afternoon I was sat in a cafe with my sister when a woman came up to the table, asked my name and after I replied gave me a piece of paper and walked away. On the note it simply said 'I love you, sorry Agi'.

This simple bit of contact raised my spirits and as my sister and I walked round town I was grinning from ear to ear.

I know this is going on a bit but we're nearly there, promise.

A few weeks later I was having a weeks holiday and with nothing specific to do was just mooching round town and spending my holiday pay in the pubs. As I left the pub after a pint and a sandwich I was conscious of a number of marked Police cars in the town square, pausing to see what was happening I was shocked to see two unmarked cars roar into the square and screech to a stop in front of an empty shop. Out of the cars came 6 armed police, in full body armour and the door to the shop was literally kicked in and what I can only assume were flash bangs were thrown in and went off inside the shop.

The Police charged in, what I hadn't seen was the support being provided by the officers in the marked cars, they had exited and were now racing to the shop, there was lots of shouting and then the armed Police started to emerge with two guys in handcuffs. One of the guys in custody was Agi's husband, the guy who had warned me off and gave me a bloody nose.

I continued to watch as the two guys in custody were put into separate cars and driven away, the Police stayed and were busy inside the shop and officers were posted outside to stop nosey buggers like me getting a look inside.

That night our local news program mentioned that two men from Eastern Europe had been arrested for running an organised crime ring from the shop and Police had recovered a considerable amount of evidence. I sat shocked.

Friday night and I'm in the pub, I'm relaying to my mates what I saw when a girl sits next to me, I look and realises that it is Agi. I smile and she cries.

We left the pub and headed straight for my place, where Agi told me that she had married this guy when she worked in Germany, she thought that he loved her but in reality he had used her as it had given him access to an EU passport by marriage. Once he had the passport he wasn't bothered with Agi, he just kept her around to fuck and let his connections fuck her if he got him what he wanted.

Agi had managed to give him the slip when they had been in Berlin and had come to the UK, for just under two years she had been careful and kept her head down but in error had used one of his credit cards which had given her husband the location of where she was.

From what Agi told me her husband and his gang arrived in the area and just began visiting the local pubs until she was spotted, one of his cronies has seen Agi and me in the pub and followed us to my place which as Agi didn't leave until the following day told them enough.

I was given my warning and Agi was returned to her husband, from what she told me her hubby let each of his gang fuck her, if they wanted sex at any point she was to provide it, this was her punishment for running off, hubby never went near her as he had a new girl in his bed.

Agi told me that she couldn't go anywhere without a minder, she was taken to work and collected, any social interactions were with a minder, when she saw me in the pub she hoped that I wouldn't come over as she knew that if I did then the minder would ensure that I spent many months in hospital recovering from my broken bones after being helped to fall down some stairs in the multi-storey carpark. Agi was so pleased I went home.

That night we fucked and fucked and fucked, months and months of pent up desire on both sides erupted, it was not far short of sunrise when we crashed out. When I came too Agi was gone, on the bedside table was a note saying "I'm going back to Poland, I need to hide and never be found, I love you and will always love you", Agi.

I showered and then headed to the pub where I got completely blotto, my mates took me home apparently and lay me on the bed where I woke the following day. It took me many months to get over Agi, in fact in writing this I wonder if I have ever got over Agi as I think of her often even though it is nearly 30 years since I saw her face.