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(The following is copyrighted)
In a effort to decide if I should publish my book, I am posting the first chapter here for your consideration. Comments are most welcome.
My Wife, Her Lover and Me
The story of a cuckold wedding
by CJ Kukewold
Chapter 1
Everyone in the crowd thought we were there to renew our wedding vows and in a way, we were. It was our 25th wedding anniversary. Our c h i l d r e n were in attendance with their spouses and all of our friends and family as well. I was very nervous as to how everyone would take it when we finally let them in on our little secret.
As I waited for Becky to finish primping so I could take her f a t h e r ' s place walking her down the isle, I thought back on the past five months. Well, six months actually. Six months ago, Becky had begun an affair with Bob, my best friend of many years. It begun as many do, with her sexually frustrated because I had gotten lazy and boring in the bedroom.
25 years ago, when we were first married, we were very young and sex was something that happened every night. But, as c h i l d r e n came along and the daily stresses of business dealings and basically just life getting in the way, we had slacked off to sex once a week or so. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't because we didn't like sex, we did and still do. True, as a man in his early middle years, certain things took more time and once a day slowly became once a week at best.
But Becky was different. As a woman she was just getting into her sexual prime and I was constantly letting her down. Sex for us had become the same that most couples who stray to the idea of an affair have issue with. It had become routine. And what was worse, it was mostly my fault. Okay, it was all my fault.
For the last several years at least, what passed for intimacy and sex was something that happened only on Saturday evening, if it happened at all. We never talked about it, but I just assumed she was happy. Certainly, she was trying to let me know every way she knew how to, every way that is except actually telling me. I would initiate sex, usually skipping the foreplay in favor of using some lube she kept in a bedside drawer. I would climb on her and use her for my own satisfaction, then be done. I would cum inside her, kiss her, then roll over and go to s l e e p, usually managing to be a s l e e p before she returned from the bathroom where she cleaned up after me. The only release she had was by using a dildo before I got home from work.
So it was no wonder she strayed. And Bob was the ideal fantasy. Bob is tall, very muscular and considered ruggedly handsome. And remembering what I had spotted in the shower at the gym, he was hung like a horse.
I found out about the affair five months ago. They had been seeing one another on the side for four weeks and apparently Becky was extremely pleased with what the two of them had. Fortunately for me, she was still in love with me, even though I obviously had shortcomings.
We talked of divorce for a while, but neither of us really wanted it. What I wanted was life as it always had been and what Becky wanted was to remain married to me, but still have the excitement and sexual satisfaction she had with Bob. But, what we ended up with wasn't something either of us had ever considered.
Becky's best friend, Amanda, took her out for d r i n k s one night, just the two of them. And not having been there, I only have some of the details of the conversation that ensued, but what came of it was life changing for all of us. Amanda had gone through something similar a few years ago and had managed to work things out so she not only remained married to her husband, but kept the sexual freedom she wanted and needed.
This was the first time I encountered the word 'cuckold.' Basically, a cuckold is a man whose wife enjoys the sexual freedom to have sex outside of the marriage, but the husband remains faithful to her.
Amanda convinced Becky that since I had been neglecting her for so many years, it was only fair to turn the table on me. Naturally, I was completely against the idea.
But, after quite a while, she convinced me that it was the only answer, and in fact, the best answer for us. She would retain Bob as her lover and I would still be able to be intimate with her, but would not have intercourse.
The thought of no sex was daunting, to say the least, but Becky decided to prove to me that I would be fine. She announced that I was, as of that moment, cut off from sex with her forever. And, if I wanted to remain in her life at all, it would be under these circumstances.
Two months later I agreed, and that brings us to today.
Becky was ready and the music changed to the bridal song that no one seems to know the name of, but everyone recognizes the tune. I looked at my beautiful bride and was astonished as I remembered that she was 48 years old. She had the body and looks of a girl twenty years younger!
My wife was absolutely beautiful in her wedding dress, the same dress she wore a quarter century ago and she still turned heads everywhere she went. I had a rented tux, same as before. The only two people who were aware of what we were doing were the Bob, the 'best man' and Amanda, the 'bride's maid'. And of course, the officiant was aware as well.
The ceremony began after a bit of music finished. The officiant began by reminding everyone that this was our 25th anniversary and we were renewing the vows we took before, but this time we had changed them a little bit. Eventually, he said "Who gives this woman to be wed to this man?"
This was the moment. That exciting, frighting moment when everyone we know was about to discover what I really was. A cuckold. I said "I do, her husband."
There was the sound of multiple gasps in the crowd along with a little bit of quiet chatter. I had walked my wife down the isle and now handed her over to the best man just as her f a t h e r did to me all those years ago. I took my place on her other side, ignoring the murmur behind us.
The officiant looked directly at me and asked "Do you, Tom, promise to love and honor this woman, in every way possible, fulfilling her every need as best as you can? Are you willing to give up completely your rights as husband in the bedroom? Do you promise to treat your wife's lovers with the respect they are due as they are the persons bringing her the pleasure you no longer are allowed to bring? Do you promise to be faithful only to her, knowing that sexual intercourse is a thing of the past for you, but still very much a part of her life? Do you promise to help her find new lovers when and if she tires of her current lovers? Do you promise to do all of this with a smile on your face and love in your heart for this woman?"
I swallowed hard as every eye in the place was watching me, wondering why on earth a man would ever agree to this. "I do" was all I said.
He turned to my wife. "Do you, Becky, promise to love Tom as you have for the past 25 years? Do you promise to treat him with respect at all times? And finally, do you promise to enjoy the sexual freedom he has now given to you?"
With a huge smile on her face, she said "I most certainly do!"
Glancing briefly at me, the officiant said "Becky, you may kiss your lover." She turned and the best man, a good friend of mine for many years, embraced her with a very passionate kiss. The crowd was stunned. Eventually, they broke the kiss and my wife turned to me and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. "Thanks honey, you have made me the happiest woman in the world!"
The party afterward was even more difficult. Everyone at one point or another pulled me aside and asked the same question in one form or another. The basic question was "Why?" the only answer I could give was that I simply wanted my wife to be happy. And, as middle age was rapidly approaching, she was in her sexual prime and mine was years in the past. Yes, it would be difficult not ever having sex again, but I figured that was a small price to pay for her happiness and sexual satisfaction.
When the party broke up, the three of us retired to the bridal suite. As we walked in, Becky turned to me and said "Now remember, even though you didn't agree to it in front of everyone, your primary role in our marriage is to lick me clean after sex. And, in return, I promise to have intercourse with you once a week with my strap-on dildo. I think you will eventually learn to love it."
I meekly nodded and led her to the bed. As a part of this special night, I slowly removed her clothing and once nude, presented her again to her lover. Our plan was for Bob to move in with us on the agreement that she would still have the freedom to date other men if she felt the need. But, I felt certain Bob could meet all of her needs for a while yet. He was in his late 30's and a bit over six feet tall and very muscular. As he removed his shirt it was obvious that he worked out relentlessly. It was also obvious that my wife was intimately familiar with his body.
As these thoughts raced through my mind, Becky began removing Bob's belt. She unzipped his pants and freed a cock that must have measured thirteen inches at least! Then she surprised me yet again when she managed to deep throat that monster all the way to the root! I had known about the affair, but hadn't been invited to join in until tonight. Now it all made sense. She was addicted to Bob's big cock.
And the deep throat blow job was amazing to watch! In fact, it had been years since she had sucked my cock at all, but she was going at Bob's cock like a sex starved porn star! They began a rhythm which ultimately had Bob f o r c e f u l l y slamming his huge cock in and out of her mouth, in effect fucking her face. When he was about to cum, he slammed deep into her throat, his huge balls slapping her chin, and I watched her throat as she swallowed load after load of cum. He pulled out and let the last few spurts empty into her mouth. She smiled at him and turned to me. Grabbing the back of my head, she pulled me in for a kiss, passing his cum into my mouth. And for the first time ever, I tasted another man's cum.
I knew this day was coming, obviously we had discussed it earlier. But now that it was here, I had been worried that I would puke when I first tasted cum. But my wife wanted me to experience it as a virgin bride would, on her wedding night. So I tasted his cum and was shocked that I liked it. It was a bit salty, as I expected, but was rather enjoyable. I couldn't wait to taste their mixed juices!
Now, if I had just unleashed such a massive load of cum into my wife's mouth, I would be extremely satisfied and pretty much done for the night, perhaps several nights. But Bob wasn't me. He was just getting started! I looked down and saw that he was still hard! He picked Becky up and gently laid her on the bed as I took a chair in the corner to watch.
They lay together for a few minutes, kissing and fondling each other. On a whim, I moved over to the bed and kissed my wife's pussy. I licked it enough to ensure it was wet and then took Bob's massive erection in my hand and guided him into her. He took over from there and I returned to my chair to watch.
He started out slow, but began picking up speed, eventually slamming his huge cock into and out of my wife's once tight pussy. The fact that she could so easily take him was further proof of their affair. And the neighbors wouldn't be getting any s l e e p this night either. My wife was screaming with pleasure like I had never heard before!
He pounded away in the missionary position for at least ten minutes without slowing down at all. Then, he turned her over and tried doggy style for a while. He held onto her slim waist for leverage and again pounded away at her. I was beginning to fear he would hurt her, but she was obviously loving it. After a while, he stopped and they changed position again. This time he lay on his back and she climbed on him, riding him in a 'reverse cowboy' style, facing away from him and toward me.
She made eye contact with me as she rode him for all he was worth. She would slide up to the point that he was nearly out of her, then slowly slide back down, all the way to the root taking his entire 13 inch chunk of man-meat as deep as she could get it. After a few minutes of this, I could see his balls begin to tighten and it was obvious that she could sense it as well. She smiled at me and patted the bed next to them, indicating I could come over.
Suspecting what she was going to do, I lay down next to Bob, but much lower on the bed. I didn't want to be in the way of my wife and her lover on their wedding night, but still wanted to do my duty. Bob reached the point of no return and Becky impaled herself on his cock as deep as she could get it. He came what must have been gallons. And in a way that only someone who knew her lover's ability to produce massive loads could possibly know, she slowly slid up his shaft as he emptied his big balls into her well used pussy, effectively filling her to the brim, so to speak.
When he had given her his last drop, she immediately climbed off of him and straddled my face. I had only a moment to look at her pussy, that beautiful pussy that until today was mine and mine alone. What I saw was a gaping, well used hole that made me realize just how useless my little penis was to her. It was no wonder she wanted this arrangement and who was I to deny her?
As these thoughts entered my mind, she lowered herself onto my face and I began making love to my wife in the only way I was now allowed. I licked all around her swollen, red lips before licking as much of her gaping hole as I could. When I had her as clean as I could on the surface, I formed a seal with my mouth and began sucking huge mouthfuls of cum out of her freshly fucked pussy, scooping it out with my tongue. Obviously, she enjoyed this as she began grinding onto my face and moaning louder and louder. Then, she actually came on my face, which had the effect of pushing the rest of his cum out of her along with a load of her own juices. I continued licking until she had come down from her orgasm high.
Realizing I was about to test the limits of my new status, I stopped licking and crawled out from under her. She thanked me, then slithered up to Bob and curled up in his arms. As they drifted off to s l e e p, I quietly left the room in search of my own small room down the hall.
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