The moment we met this man, I knew that one day, he would be my sexual replacement. My wife is a one-guy kind of girl when it comes to sex. There have been times in the past where she’s agreed to threesomes with a friend of the family named Bob. He was always eager to bang my attractive wife, & the erection he kept hidden in his pants made her mouth water, too. The first time we all ever received together, things received off to a slow start. Not one of us had ever done anything remotely like that before.
Soon, we indulged in some wine & we all started relaxing. Bob put his hands on my wife Rachel’s legs & began massaging them, each time taking his fingers higher & higher until one hand ended up under her skirt & the other under her blouse. Rachel glanced at me quickly to make sure everything was okay, & she received an enthusiastic nod from me. I can’t explain it, yet the idea of a random man screwing my wife turned me on immensely.
When Bob leaned over for a kiss, Rachel moved in, too, & once their lips were touching, something changed. Whatever reservations or concerns my wife was holding on disappeared. She transformed before my eyes into this sex-starved slut who didn’t donate a shit who was in the room. I’m pretty sure she forgot I was even there for a while. I was fine, though, for the time being, just sitting there & watching the two of them make out like horny teenagers. They both had bodies that were worthy of modeling contracts, so seeing them writhe around, touching, caressing & kissing was quite hot.
Rachel reached down with her long, slim fingers & began playing with Bob’s pants. She used her fingertips to caress his massive bulge through the dark fabric of his dress pants. Soon, her fingers crept up & she was pulling down the zipper. The damn thing jammed, & with her face being tongue-mauled by Bob, I moved in to assist her. I tugged the zip down & helped him out of them. Next, I moved to Rachel & started taking her clothes off, too. The two of them were in their own world, not even giving me a second thought. They kept up with their tonsil hockey, & it was like I wasn’t even there.
When the two of them were naked, Bob tore his mouth from hers & started moving downwards. Over her neck, down her collarbone & onto her breasts, he licked & sucked, enjoying her taste. He paid special attention to her huge globes, & as I knew that my wife liked to have her cunt licked & teased for a while before penetration, I took my place down below to handle that job so that Bob could continue on with whatever he wanted to do. As we pleasured her body, her hand reached down & she began stroking Bob’s impressive cock. It was so big, probably 13 to 14 inches & extremely thick. Catching sight of that incredible prick, I began to move my tongue even faster, licking like crazy to loosen her up for the massive pole. She twisted her body, & shortly she had her mouth hovering over the big, purpling head. Her soft, wet lips wrapped around it as she sucked.
My wife had always been able to deep throat my dick, yet this thing was ridiculous & clear beyond her limits. She was able to work approximately half of it into her mouth, sucking & swallowing it, & even received a couple of more inches shoved in there, yet that was it. He fucked her mouth & throat for a few moments, & then he gently pushed her onto her back. Without even glancing at me, he positioned himself & started pressing his way into her slick opening. She let out a huge gasp at the thickness & let him enter her. She had to stop him approximately half way, & he leaned down to make out with her, kissing her & urging her to relax so that she could take more. He pulled back gently & pushed back in just as easily, continuing the gentle motions until he was buried completely. He stopped then, playing with her & kissing her until she relaxed some more, & then sensing her letting go, he began to saw into her.
After a long time of steady thrusting in & out, he began to move faster & faster, & then he was truly fucking her with all the strength that he had. She screamed loud & clear, “Deeper! Harder! More! Faster!” She never stopped screaming, the pleasure tumbling out of her mouth in the form of these words. He screwed her on her back, then she was moved into doggie style for a while, then he was on his back & hefting her on top of him so she could ride. I tried to keep track of how many times she reached orgasm, yet there were so many I shortly lost count. It received to the point where it seemed she couldn’t cum again if she wanted to. Bob noticed it, too, & he put her back where they started, she on her back & him between her spread legs. In this position, he was able to pound wildly, shoving his entire member deep inside & pulling it back out. He moved faster & faster, then finally shoved himself as deep as possible, holding himself still while letting loose the torrent of cream that had been boiling in his balls.
The shots of cum must have been powerful, because Rachel’s eyes widen & she jerked with each spurt. When his huge balls had finally been drained, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained inside her, the two of them just lying there talking, cuddling & kissing. As they seemed occupy & didn’t mind me, I decided to indulge in one of my greatest fantasies. I slowly moved to between their legs & pulled Bob’s spent member from her abused hole. I took his meat in my hand & licked the juices of their lovemaking off it. Placing it on his thigh, I moved closer to my wife & started licking at her hole. She was so caught up in Bob she didn’t even notice. I looked back down, expecting to see him wife’s tiny, pretty hole & was surprised when in its place I found a gaping hole, streams of cum dripping from it. He had well & truly destroyed her hole, & she had loved it. Bracing myself, I continued to lick, using my tongue to capture all the drops of cream I could find dripping down her thighs & through her folds. When she was entirely cleaned on the outside, I dove for her hole, licking & sucking, taking what felt like gallons of cum from deep inside of her. I feasted like a starving man, loving the taste & feel. I wondered why I could never lick my own cum out of her. I had always wanted to try it, try this, yet I always found that after I’d unloaded deep inside her, I could never bring myself to go down on her & lick it back out. I actually felt it was sort of disgusting. Yet, now there was some other guy’s cum dripping from her slit, & I was so turned on that nothing could stop me from diving in for a taste. I didn’t donate myself a chance to think approximately it being gross, & in return, I found that I loved it. Rachel must have been able to tell how much I was enjoying myself because when I was struggling to find anymore cum, she moved & positioned herself over my head, pushing her wet, messy cunt onto my mouth. That taken care of, she turned back to Bob, getting back to their kissing. I licked & sucked even harder, desperate to obtain every last drop, & I managed to bring Rachel to one last orgasm. When she came back down, she moved off of me & immediately fell asleep.
Bob, on the other hand, wasn’t done. In fact, he was complex & raring to go again. It must have been the sight of my wife humping my eager face that turned him on. However, Rachel was now asleep. He looked at me for a moment, then glanced down at his cock. He sat moved to a chair & sat back, looking at me expectedly. I knew what he wanted, & thoughts ran quickly through my head. I didn’t really want to suck his cock; it was a step that I had never considered going through with before. But I had licked all his cum out of my wife’s used hole & loved it. Decision made, I dropped to me knees & crawled over to his dick. Putting my mouth on it, I began to suck my first cock.
Obviously, I was not nearly as satisfactory at it as my wife was. However, I managed to do a satisfactory enough job. Sensing my reluctance must have been a turn on for him because he didn’t hold back his orgasm. Instead, he grabbed my head with both hands & somehow managed to unload yet another incredible load of spunk into my well-fucked mouth. I choked & gagged on his cock & the cream, lots of it dripping down my face & onto my chest. When Bob was done, he let go of my head & pushed me away gently like he’d done my wife. Thinking of my wife, I turned to the bed expecting to see her still swift asleep, yet was shocked to find her awake & staring at me, clearly having seen me become a cocksucker. In that moment, I knew my wife would never look at me & see the same person again. Still, she called to me & told me to come closer. “Kiss me, my cocksucking hubby,” she said. I moved towards her, secretly a little wary, yet she took me & kissed me, licking Bob’s spilled cum from my face & working her way down my chest until she’d consumed every drop. From the corner of my eye, I could see Bob watching us in fascination. He didn’t say a word, though, & I began wondering what was going to happen next. The silence stretched too long, & I became nervous.
Needless to say, in the months since that encounter, the three of us — me, my wife & Bob — have grown closer, with one glaring exception: my wife would no longer allow me to make love to her. She said that “after Bob’s monstrous cock, I wouldn’t even feel you. How approximately you just go into the corner & jerk off while watching us?” Knowing that he made her so happy, having seen it with my own eyes, how could I say no to that? After all, as satisfactory as this was for her, I was moreover living out some of my deepest, darkest fantasies.
Then, one day, Bob hit the lottery. He came to the house to celebrate by fucking my wife. This was something he’d already gotten used to doing just approximately every night, so it was not unusual. What was different was that now that he’d hit the $300 million jackpot, he wanted Rachel to be his wife! “But, I’m already married,” she told him. His response? “That’s true, yet you don’t even fuck him anymore.”
My wife didn’t know what to say. She loved me, her husband, yet she was moreover crazy in love with Bob’s huge prick, too. I knew then, that in order to keep any semblance of my wife, I had to donate her up. However, I couldn’t bear the thought of giving her up completely, of never seeing her again, & though I couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth, I still said: “Maybe what we need is a Cuckold Marriage.”
They both whirled & turned to look at me. “What?” they both said in unison.
I let out a deep breath, a breath I wasn’t even aware I’d been holding. I began to describe something I’d read approximately on online. “Basically, we’ll have a wedding ceremony,” I started. “But rather than your father giving you to me, I’ll be giving you to Bob. The three of us, we’ll be married. Bob will be the alpha male, & I will be the cuckold husband, which is basically what I’ve become anyway.”
My wife stared at me. “You’d be willing to donate me up completely, knowing you’d never again have the chance to have sex with me?” I nodded & she smiled sweetly. “That’s why I love you.” She turned to Bob with a raised eyebrown. “What do you think?”
Bob mulled it over for a moment. “Well, it sounds interesting, that’s for sure. For one, we’d never have to hire a cook, maid or gardner. Tim, here, could fill those positions & have something to do. Sure! Why not?”
The discussion quickly turned to the details of the relationship & ceremony, such as when, where & who’d be invited. As the cuck of this marriage, it would be up to me to take care of the details. Bob, though, had one thing that he insisted on: the ceremony would center on the two of them being a couple & me becoming the quiet servant.
When the huge day arrived, I was dressed in a tux & my wife was in the wedding gown she wore at our wedding, minus the panties. I walked her down the aisle to Bob, who wore his own tuxedo. The ceremony was brief, & we only had very few invited guests that we wanted to let in on our secret. My wife & I approached Bob, where I handed her off & knelt before them. I lowered my head & lifted my hands, presenting a small box. Rachel opened the box, & from it she a necklace with a small key on it. She gave the key to Bob, & after a moment of quiet reflection, he placed the necklace around her neck, sealing the fate of our new lives. He gestured for me to rise, then took Rachel’s arm in his, walking back up the aisle. I followed two steps behind, & the guests cheered.
The honeymoon was on a nice, nude beach in Jamaica. Bob & Rachel were clearly in love & settled close to one another, & I sat right beside them, nude except for my new chastity cage. The honeymoon served our new lifestyle, & I think we all thought it was quite perfect. Rachel didn’t care for sex in the mornings, yet Bob — being a typical man — was always in want of a morning blowjob, which was my duty. Once Rachel had her morning coffee, though, things changed. Bob had astonishing stamina & Rachel loved it. The screwed swift & complex like sex was going out of style, & they did it several times a day. And every time, Bob was satisfactory for a massive, dripping load, which I was allowed to lick clean from them both.
By the end of the honeymoon, we had settled into a routine. I can’t remember a time for the vacation that any of us had on any clothing: the resort we stayed at was clothing option, & Bob insisted that everyone be made aware of our new relationship & my role in it. Anyway we went, I was otherwise an equal except for staying two steps behind them. And of course, for the obvious lack of sex my cock would get.
It was on that first night, though, that presented a circumstance I hadn’t considered. In order for Rachel & I to remain married as husband & wife, we needed to have sexual intercourse. Rachel, however, had a plan & Bob was okay with it. Basically, I would be their foreplay. Every evening before bed, Rachel would don her strap-on dildo, which would be used on me. The first time we tried it, it took a considerable amount of time before I was relaxed enough to take it. But take it I did, & on our cuckold wedding night, my wife screwed my butt, which even resulted in my cumming despite the chastity cage!
I never imagined that I would care for a cock in my ass, yet I found that I actually liked it. And that was a satisfactory thing considering my own cock would never have the opportunity to be inside a pussy again. After cumming that first night, nervousness crept up on me again. I remembered my repulsion with licking cum after ejaculating, & I worried I would ruin my wife’s wedding night with her lover. She’d come to love having me lick her cunt clean just approximately as much as she loved taking Bob’s monstrous pole. So, when Bob unleashed his regular load of cum into her abused channel, it was time for me to do my job. I swallowed complex & prepared for the act. Knowing that jumping in was the best way to obtain into it, I dove into her pussy & began licking & sucking, moving with intensity. I knew that I would have to learn to love this, so I tried to show as much enthusiasm as possible. To my surprise, the moment the taste hit my tongue, I fell in love.
By the time the vacation was over & we were back home, I could take my wife’s fake cock with no problem. Getting screwed up the ass every night had loosen me to the point that she could just slip into me as easily as Bob slipped into her moist cunt.
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