How I Became A Cuckold

This is an account of how I became a cuckold.  It's a great memory that I truly enjoy reliving in my mind.  

The World Cup is always an exciting time at my place.  My wife Kath and I are avid soccer fans, and will regularly sit up until the wee hours watching a semi-final or finals match.  Most of our friends do not share our passion for the beautiful game, but on occasion one or two will come over to watch an important game.  

So it was on Friday night for the Czech vs Italy match, Mark one of my oldest friends, best man for each other, was visiting.  Mark is about 5' 11" tall with a medium build.  He has a mop of mid-brown hair touched by an early graying at the edges.  He has a quick wit and a ready smile, which is endearing.  In short he is the sort of guy that it is easy and comfortable to be around.  

One of the big disadvantages of World Cup soccer is that it is invariably played somewhere on the other side of the earth, and consequently doesn't start until after midnight.  On this occasion the game was due to start at midnight.  On the plus side, that allows plenty of time for a leisurely dinner and enough time to get showered and comfortable.  

While Kath went off to get showered, Mark and I helped ourselves to a second glass of wine, and started a fire in the living room.  Then we took up our positions at each end of the four-seater, with room to place our glasses on the floor between sips.  

The fire crackled and we talked of Australia's road through the competition, and the strengths and weaknesses of each team - armchair commentators.  After showering, Kath rejoined us.  She is 5' "2, and 49 kilograms.  She was dressed in her long white winter dressing gown and Ugg boots... and was carrying a glass of wine.  

As she always does, she sat up close to me, leaning on me, and extending her legs down the long couch.  Sipping her wine she joined the conversation as we watched replays of other matches on SBS.  With an hour and a half to go before the main event, we only had half an ear on the commentary, enjoying each other's company and the conversation.  Kath had her feet in Mark's lap, and was leaning on me, completely at ease and comfortable.  

During our conversations, Mark had slipped his hand down one of Kath's Ugg boots, gently stroking her ankle, an innocuous enough act between old friends that none of us took to mean anything.  With the heat of the fire though, the room warmed quickly, and the Ugg boots rapidly became too hot.  

Feeling Kath's feet sweating, Mark slid the boots off, tossing them onto the floor behind him, and continued his foot massage.  Kath squiggled down in the couch, making her feet more accessible, and resting the back of her head on my lap.  I ran my fingers through her hair, and the conversation continued.  

Out of wine, I disrupted the conversation to get up, add a log to the fire and arranged some refills for everyone.  Kath sat, turned and leaned against Mark while I re-seated myself, then she placed her feet in my lap.  Taking the queue, I began to massage them as Mark had done.  Mark meanwhile moved his right arm around, placing his hand on her shoulder before sliding his hand between the folds of her dressing gown and cupping her left breast with his palm and fingers.  

"Hey, that's a bit cheeky," Kath said, rising slightly.  "Sorry, do you want me to stop," Mark replied.  No one answered the question, however Kath settled back against him.  He continued to run his fingers over her nipple, sliding on the sheer fabric of her negligee, and rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.  

I continued to massage her feet, not wanting to interrupt the moment, lest we reconsider what we were doing.  I for one was enjoying myself and did not want to be sensible.  We sat like that, talking, drinking and enjoying the touch for perhaps 20 minutes, until our glasses were empty, and it was Mark's turn to seek refills.  

As Mark walked past me with the empty glasses I could see the bulge of a growing erection in his jeans, a sure sign he had enjoyed the past 20 minutes, a fact that was not lost on Kath either.  While, Mark was getting more wine, Kath returned to my end of the couch, her dressing gown gaping slightly where Mark had made his access.  

I could see her left breast slightly red from the friction of Mark's hand and the sheer negligee, her nipple still firm from the attention.  As she lay against me, I slid my left hand in through her gown, widening the gap slightly, and cupped her right breast.  

"Are you OK?" I asked.  "Mmmm," she sighed, "It's nice."  When Mark returned, Kath put her feet in his lap but he immediately slid along the couch until her knees were in his lap, massaging her calves and knees.  While I continued to gently massage her breast, Mark ran his hand up Kath's thigh, gently but firmly parting her legs slightly as he did so.  

She responded by parting her legs a fraction more, until his hand found her smooth shaven pussy.  Kath responded to his touch with a small intake of breath, and a slight arching of her back.  Mark's face betrayed his surprise and pleasure at the smoothness he found there, and her obvious lack of knickers.  Gently stroking the lips of her vagina, Mark was greeted by her warm wetness.  After circling her clitoris, he parted her lips and inserted a finger inside her.  She responded with another intake of breath as she rolled from her side to her back, parting her legs even further, and deftly untying her gown to allow it to fall open.  

Kath must have been able to feel my erection pressing into her back as I gazed down her beautiful body, clearly visible through the gossamer negligee.  I watched with growing excitement as my best friend fingered my wife, first with one gentle finger, and then with two, parted slightly to press against her pelvic bones and increase her enjoyment.  

Kath closed her eyes, consumed in the moment, the centre of all attention.  The excitement of the stimulation caused Kath to press her hips hard against me as she lay in my lap.  Feeling uncomfortable with the pressure I lowered my hands, undoing my pants.  Mark helped by removing my jeans as I raised my hips.  Then kneeling beside us, he lowered his head and breathed hot breath on Kath's engorged clitoris before gently reaching out with his tongue and lips to taste her wetness.  

"I'm gonna cum soon!" she said, as she lowered her hand to Mark's groin, urgently fumbling with the button and fly on his jeans... eventually succeeding, releasing him from the fabric prison.  She opened her eyes and looked down at the manhood she would soon enjoy.  

His uncircumcised penis was a little larger than average - perhaps seven inches long, but quite thick.  Her small hand failed to completely encircle the shaft.  In growing excitement, she pushed down on Mark's fingers that were still inserted between her legs, removing them deftly, and standing from the couch.  

She took Mark by the hand, raising him to standing and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply, passionately, longingly, as she rubbed his shaft on the outside of her swollen vagina.  Kath led Mark to the couch, guiding him to sit.  Then she knelt between his legs on the soft wool rug.  

Her hands glided over his hairy thighs, finding his smooth balls and erect shaft.  Rolling her hand down his shaft she withdrew the foreskin and gently licked the exposed head before inserting it into her warm mouth.  Hot from the coursing blood, his erection filled her mouth as she move the last few inches in and out before removing the head and gliding her tongue down his shaft to gently lick his balls.  

Mark did not really need this attention.  He was in danger of ejaculating already as his penis pulsed with Kath's ministrations.  What he really wanted was to fuck my wife - right then.  But Kath wanted to prolong the moment and to extract every ounce of enjoyment, so she clasped her hand hard around his shaft, calming the spasms.  

Kath moved her attention to Mark's thighs, kissing them gently while stroking his erection.  As she knelt between his legs, I moved up behind her, placing a hand on each buttock, my thumbs massaging her labia before slipping into her wet vagina.  My hands moved firmly over her buttocks, pressing her cheeks and vagina apart.  

The renewed attention on Kath further stimulated her, and she returned her mouth and kisses to Mark's erection.  Her small breasts hung down, and Mark cupped them roughly as she moved his large member slowly in and out of her mouth.  

Mark was again almost at climax, and he pulled at Kath's breasts, willing her to rise up to him.  This time she obliged, straddling him on the couch and kissing him on the mouth.  I parted Kath's lips... and taking Mark's penis in my hand... I gently inserted the tip into my wife's swollen pussy.  

Feeling his erection, she rocked back, accepting 2-3 inches of his shaft before rising gently again.  I watched in excitement as his shaft disappeared deeper each time, until on the fourth movement she sat back fully on his shaft.  Mark's orgasm was immediate, and his hips forced upward, driving the last of his cock into her pussy.  

Kath responded by lifting herself up and down, working herself to heightened excitement.  Mark continued pumping, spraying his cum hard into her cervix, and bringing my wife to orgasm.  Then taking Kath by the hips, he rolled her over to continue pumping her from the dominant doggie-style position.  

His erection remained firm as he pushed in short rapid strokes, building a rhythm that was rewarded by a second orgasm for Mark.  Both Mark and Kath were sweating profusely from their frenzied activity as they slowed, and yet his cock remained so firm and large in her pussy that none of his cum leaked out.  

As Mark finally withdrew from Kath, I could see she was brimming with his cum.  I ran my hand over her pussy, feeling the sticky white juices that threatened to run down her leg.  My finger circled her clitoris, gliding silky and smooth with the natural lubricant as my palm filled with a mixture of Mark's cum and Kath's juices.  

I rolled Kath over to her hands and knees, and pushed my own erection into her, grasping her tit with my cum-filled hand.  I could feel Mark's juices, and her vagina felt loose about me as I replaced Mark's larger member.  I pushed as deep as I could, grabbing her buttocks and pulling her onto my erection.  

Mark had done an excellent job of fucking her, and there was no hope that she would feel me inside her, let alone could I bring her to a second orgasm.  Her nipples remained painfully erect as I fucked her.  Then to my surprise, Mark lay on his back and began licking her pussy as I pumped her.  

His tongue aroused her again as I continued to pump rapidly before climaxing quickly.  I removed my cock, and as Kath rolled onto her back, Mark continued to lick her cum-filled pussy, exciting her further.  As her excitement grew, Mark's erection gradually returned.  When he was fully hard he climbed from between her legs, mounting her again in the missionary position.  

His cock naturally found her pussy, and as he entered, our combined juices spilled from it onto her thigh and the rug below.  He fucked her gently, enjoying her slowly, since the initial frantic action was over.  I sat and watched, stroking my own dick as they continued their slow passionate fucking for 40 minutes or more.  

My own stroking increased in frequency as I brought myself to orgasm, shooting my load onto my beautiful wife's tits and stomach, where it disappeared as Mark's hand rubbed over her breasts.  Taking a break from his fucking, Mark lay beside Kath on the rug, his cock still engorged, and still inserted between my wife's legs... his hands wandering over her breasts and shoulders as they kissed.  

I excused myself to take a shower, returning to find them in the same position.  The smell of sweat, cum and vaginal fluids were strong in the room.  After several minutes, Mark extracted himself and went to shower.  Kath remained lying on the rug, her swollen pussy leaking cum as I sat beside her, caressing her shoulder.

"I can't believe we just did that.  It was fantastic," she said to me.  "I think I just lived one of my strongest fantasies," I said.  "Oh?" she replied.  "Yes, the though of someone else with my wife is a real turn-on... to watch... it is orgasmic," I said.

"I hope Mark enjoyed it," she said, "I hope he doesn't regret it."  "Oh he enjoyed it honey," I replied, "He enjoyed it."  Mark returned, cleaned and half erect.  "You look like you've come back for more," Kath said.  

"Yes, I'd like to spend all night making love to you Kath.  That was fantastic," Mark replied.  "Well I wouldn't mind either, but I don't think I could move at the moment," she quipped.  "Maybe later."

Kath eventually went and showered, then returned to the living room, again wrapped in her dressing gown.  This time however she was completely naked beneath the flannelette gown.  She sat on the couch as she had before, placing her feet on Mark's lap, and we watched the football match.  

When the football match ended it was 3 am, we rose to go to bed.  Kath stood up, her gown opening, and went to kiss Mark goodnight.  She stood on tiptoes and kissed him tenderly.  

"Thank you," she said.  Mark's hands sought out her breasts once more before resting on her hips and pulling her into him.  "No - thank you!  I've fancied you for 17 years you know," Mark said, "It's a pity it's all over so soon.  I'd like to do that again.  Good Night." 

"Are you OK," she said to me, "I mean, seeing me with another man?"  "Yeah, it was really exciting for me hon.  I'm perfectly fine."  She smiled and said, "I really enjoyed it too.  I'm glad we decided to stay in to watch the game.  Mark enjoyed it as well.  He asked me if it might happen again"  "Did he!" I asked. "What did you say?"

"I said any time he wanted to was fine with me.  Would you mind if I spent the night with him tonight?"  Then she asked coyly asked, "Aren't you sore... are you?"  I replied, "I am a little bit, but I just don't want the magic to go away.  Go on then, I'll see you in the morning." 

Kath went to the spare room, and I could hear the lovemaking quietly from down the hall.  It sounded deep and gentle after the frenzied haste in the living room.  I lay there imagining I was watching them, imagining Mark cuming inside her, and I masturbated at the thoughts.  

I woke up at about 8 AM.  Again I could hear the sounds of passion from the spare room.  I lay there listening and feeling very turned-on by it all.  Within 10 minutes, Kath came in, in her dressing gown, with Mark close behind in his boxers.

"Coffee!" he said, "Who's for coffee?  I'll make it!" and he exited to the kitchen.  Kath took off her gown and climbed her nakedness in beside me.  I couldn't resist lowering my hand to her pussy and feeling Mark's juices.  "You're very wet," I said, "How much more did he give you?"  I wanted to know all the details, it was important to me to feel involved and a part of everything.

Kath immediately understood that it had been a big step to go from a threesome to her being with another man alone... even someone we knew as well as Mark.  She really wanted us all to feel comfortable with each other, and be able to look back on the day with enjoyment.

"Yeah, we did it three more times after you went to bed," she said.  "He's very large, but he was quite gentle.  It was really nice, but I like it much more when you're there.  I love you."

I put my arm around her and cuddled her into me.  "Now I'll bet your sore," I said.  "Yeah, I don't think I'll be doing too much today.  I don't think I slept much either." 

Mark returned with three coffees and the newspaper from the front lawn.  He climbed into bed with us, passed out bits of the paper, and we spent a lazy day in each other's company... reading, sipping coffee and dozing.


