He Finally Got His Wife to Cuckold Him

What I've written here is the absolute truth - Cross my heart and hope to die.

I've been trying to convince my wife to take a lover for the past 30 years.  Early on, she did.  But for one reason or another the affairs ended.  For the next 20 years she kept promising to take another lover, but never did.  

In the mean time I had joined several on-line cuckolding groups.  I've occasionally gotten e-mails from men who were interested in one aspect or another of Cuckoldry, but none of them really clicked with me.  That is until recently, when I got an e-mail from someone who was almost local.

I need to interject at this point that due to several medical problems and medications I was taking, I hadn't been able to get an erection for the past several years.  Plus, even though my fingers and tongue still worked just fine, I was so deeply upset with her for not taking a lover, that I wouldn't use them on her.  We were headed for the breakers.

I started by talking with him on-line.  Then I told my wife about him.  When she said it was OK for me to proceed, I arranged to meet with him.  The idea was that if I found him OK, he'd have passed the first hurdle in getting to my wife.  Well, he seemed like a nice enough guy to me, and I passed him.  The next step was for him to meet my wife, with me present.  Needless to say, he passed that test, as well.

I was extremely anxious.  No one had ever even gotten past the initial "OK to proceed" stage before.

The next step was for her to see him alone, well sort of alone.  He came over to the house, and the two of them sat down in the living room to talk.  I went upstairs to our bedroom, and waited.

We had agreed that nothing would probably happen that first time, or maybe even the next time.  But that when it did, I told him she would insist on him wearing a condom.  She is almost paranoid about catching some VD.  She had also insisted that she would have to at least like the guy, before anything would happen.

After about an hour I came half way down the stairs.  I didn't hear anything.  I came the rest of the way down and checked the living room.  Nothing.  They weren't there.  Next I checked the spare bedroom.  Empty.  I was at a loss, and started checking everywhere.  Finally, I heard a noise coming from our sunroom.

I crept up to the door and looked inside.

She was fucking him... BAREBACK.  No shit.  That's the honest truth.

Well, it turned out that he hadn't been with anyone else in over three years, and had tested negative a few months back.  Also, it seemed that even though he got an impressive erection easily and often, he had trouble cumming.  For some reason she trusted him, and her being extremely horny probably had something to do with it.

Somewhere around 2 AM she came and joined me in bed.  She hadn't cum either, and 'required' me to go down on her until she did.

Over the next several weekends and several weeknights, they kept trying.  She would eventually get him off by going down on him.  And I would later get her off by going down on her.

During those first couple of weeks emotions ran high.  At one point she told me that she was "having a wonderful time.  And it's all your fault."  Also, she was extremely mad at me.  Not because of the new attention I was giving her, but because of NOT giving her that much attention over the past several years.  I just smiled and accepted it.  I happily felt she was starting to treat me like a cuckold.

It's been a couple of months now, and things have settled down a little.  She declared that she loves him, and me... that she won't ever give him up... but also that she won't ever leave me for him.

Life is ........  interesting.
