I had read and enjoyed letters written to men’s magazines concerning guys who consented to and watched their wives having sex with other men, and although I found these confessions exciting, I never envisaged myself or my twenty-seven-year-old wife getting involved in such situations, as the thought of her with another man made me feel jealous.

However, that was before we attended a party that was to change my views and awaken the cuckold in me. The party left both of us with very happy memories and although she didn’t have sex with another man, she did go part of the way.

During the evening her best friend had to go and lie down because of too much drink. I was talking to some people while her husband, my best friend, danced closely with my wife in a succession of slow dances. As we had been friends a long time I didn’t mind and was happy to sit the dancing out.

My wife and I left the party in the small hours. We’d had quite a bit to drink and were both merry. Our friends opted to stay the night at the party venue.

Once home, we went straight to bed and had sex. While I had no problem getting an erection, the drink prevented me from climaxing, though my wife seemed satisfied. Before we went to sleep, she told me my friend had put his hands on her breasts while they were dancing and when she asked him to remove them he complained that one minute she would let him, the next she wouldn’t. We laughed about this and I dismissed the matter due to my friends’ high spirits.

When we awoke in the morning my wife instigated sex again, though I again couldn’t finish. I recall thinking, however, that my wife had been very randy both before and after our sleep.

Later that morning we returned to the house where the party had been to collect some glasses we had lent the hosts. Our friends were still there and they, us, and the hosts began drinking some of the left-over booze. We all agreed it had been a good party and the subject got round to which of the guests had done something they would be regretting today. I reminded my friend in a joking way of his attempts to feel my wife's breasts and his complaint when she refused. Both he and my wife looked embarrassed.

On the way home my wife and I spoke about my friend’s embarrassment at the mention of his attempted gropings. I asked her to tell me exactly what had happened, and she admitted that she had let him feel her tits for some while before complaining about it. I asked her if had turned her on and she sheepishly said it had.

I think she expected me to fly into a jealous rage, and for a fraction of a second I did feel jealous, but the feeling was replaced by a bulge in my trousers- her admission had turned me on!

I assured her I wasn’t angry and added that her confession had aroused me.

When we got home I immediately led her upstairs, kissed her passionately, then pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped her to her bra and panties. After she explained to me how my friend had caressed her I imitated his movements.

This excited us both greatly, but I was determined to savour the moment and after removing my own clothes I began massaging her all over, always returning to her bra-clad boobs.

When I could wait no longer I pulled off her underwear and we had a beautiful fuck, and, despite the booze I had drunk earlier on, I came without difficulty.

As we lay there talking, my wife told me she loved me very much but was not sorry about what had happened and had found it very exciting. She said that whilst she had stopped it for fear of other people seeing, she would allow a repeat and when I pushed her, she admitted she would let my friend or another guy she fancied go further if an opportunity arose.

I admitted to her that I had been surprised by my own reaction to the events and I would love her to have further adventures. The cuckold, previously undiscovered, was well and truly awakened!!