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, and the erection he kept hidden in his pants made her mouth water, too. The first time we all ever got together, things got off to a slow start. Not one of us had ever done anything remotely like that before.
Soon, we indulged in some wine and we all started relaxing. Bob put his hands on my wife Rachel’s legs and began massaging them, each time taking his fingers higher and higher until one hand ended up under her skirt and the other under her blouse. Rachel glanced at me quickly to make sure everything was okay, and she received an enthusiastic nod from me. I can’t explain it, but the idea of a random guy screwing my wife turned me on immensely.
When Bob leaned over for a kiss, Rachel moved in, too, and 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 give 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 and 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 and kissing was quite hot.
Rachel reached down with her long, slim fingers and 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 and she was pulling down the zipper. The damn thing jammed, and with her face being tongue-mauled by Bob, I moved in to help her. I tugged the zip down and helped him out of them. Next, I moved to Rachel and 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, and it was like I wasn’t even there.
When the two of them were naked, Bob tore his mouth from hers and started moving downwards. Over her neck, down her collarbone and onto her breasts, he licked and sucked, enjoying her taste. He paid special attention to her huge globes, and as I knew that my wife liked to have her cunt licked and 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 and she began stroking Bob’s impressive cock. It was so big, probably 13 to 14 inches and 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, and soon 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, but this thing was ridiculous and clear beyond her limits. She was able to work about half of it into her mouth, sucking and swallowing it, and even got a couple of more inches shoved in there, but that was it. He fucked her mouth and throat for a few moments, and then he gently pushed her onto her back. Without even glancing at me, he positioned himself and started pressing his way into her slick opening. She let out a huge gasp at the thickness and let him enter her. She had to stop him about half way, and he leaned down to make out with her, kissing her and urging her to relax so that she could take more. He pulled back gently and pushed back in just as easily, continuing the gentle motions until he was buried completely. He stopped then, playing with her and kissing her until she relaxed some more, and then sensing her letting go, he began to saw into her.
After a long time of steady thrusting in and out, he began to move faster and faster, and then he was truly fucking her with all the strength that he had. She screamed loud and 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 and hefting her on top of him so she could ride. I tried to keep track of how many times she reached orgasm, but there were so many I soon lost count. It got to the point where it seemed she couldn’t cum again if she wanted to. Bob noticed it, too, and he put her back where they started, she on her back and him between her spread legs. In this position, he was able to pound wildly, shoving his entire member deep inside and pulling it back out. He moved faster and 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 and 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 and kissing. As they seemed occupy and didn’t mind me, I decided to indulge in one of my greatest fantasies. I slowly moved to between their legs and pulled Bob’s spent member from her abused hole. I took his meat in my hand and licked the juices of their lovemaking off it. Placing it on his thigh, I moved closer to my wife and 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 and was surprised when in its place I found a gaping hole, streams of cum dripping from it. He had well and truly destroyed her hole, and 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 and through her folds. When she was entirely cleaned on the outside, I dove for her hole, licking and sucking, taking what felt like gallons of cum from deep inside of her. I feasted like a starving man, loving the taste and feel. I wondered why I could never lick my own cum out of her. I had always wanted to try it, try this, but I always found that after I’d unloaded deep inside her, I could never bring myself to go down on her and 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, and I was so turned on that nothing could stop me from diving in for a taste. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about it being gross, and 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 and 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 and sucked even harder, desperate to get every last drop, and I managed to bring Rachel to one last orgasm. When she came back down, she moved off of me and immediately fell asleep.
Bob, on the other hand, wasn’t done. In fact, he was hard and 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 and sat back, looking at me expectedly. I knew what he wanted, and 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 and loved it. Decision made, I dropped to me knees and crawled over to his dick. Putting my mouth on it, I began to suck my first cock.
Obviously, I was not nearly as good at it as my wife was. However, I managed to do a good 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 and somehow managed to unload yet another incredible load of spunk into my well-fucked mouth. I choked and gagged on his cock and the cream, lots of it dripping down my face and onto my chest. When Bob was done, he let go of my head and pushed me away gently like he’d done my wife. Thinking of my wife, I turned to the bed expecting to see her still fast asleep, but was shocked to find her awake and staring at me, clearly having seen me become a cocksucker. In that moment, I knew my wife would never look at me and see the same person again. Still, she called to me and told me to come closer. “Kiss me, my cocksucking hubby,” she said. I moved towards her, secretly a little wary, but she took me and kissed me, licking Bob’s spilled cum from my face and 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, and I began wondering what was going to happen next. The silence stretched too long, and I became nervous.
Needless to say, in the months since that encounter, the three of us — me, my wife and 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 about you just go into the corner and 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 good as this was for her, I was also 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 about 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, but you don’t even fuck him anymore.”
My wife didn’t know what to say. She loved me, her husband, but she was also 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 give her up. However, I couldn’t bear the thought of giving her up completely, of never seeing her again, and 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 and 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 about 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, and I will be the cuckold husband, which is basically what I’ve become anyway.”
My wife stared at me. “You’d be willing to give me up completely, knowing you’d never again have the chance to have sex with me?” I nodded and 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 and have something to do. Sure! Why not?”
The discussion quickly turned to the details of the relationship and ceremony, such as when, where and 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 and me becoming the quiet servant.
When the big day arrived, I was dressed in a tux and 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, and we only had very few invited guests that we wanted to let in on our secret. My wife and I approached Bob, where I handed her off and knelt before them. I lowered my head and lifted my hands, presenting a small box. Rachel opened the box, and from it she a necklace with a small key on it. She gave the key to Bob, and 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, and the guests cheered.
The honeymoon was on a nice, nude beach in Jamaica. Bob and Rachel were clearly in love and settled close to one another, and I sat right beside them, nude except for my new chastity cage. The honeymoon served our new lifestyle, and I think we all thought it was quite perfect. Rachel didn’t care for sex in the mornings, but 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 amazing stamina and Rachel loved it. The screwed fast and hard like sex was going out of style, and they did it several times a day. And every time, Bob was good 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, and Bob insisted that everyone be made aware of our new relationship and 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 and I to remain married as husband and wife, we needed to have sexual intercourse. Rachel, however, had a plan and 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, and 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, but I found that I actually liked it. And that was a good 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, and 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 about 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 hard and prepared for the act. Knowing that jumping in was the best way to get into it, I dove into her pussy and began licking and 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 and 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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