I had never been a cuck before, nor gotten anywhere close to a threesome.

My wife, however, was becoming quite infatuated with another man’s cum.

They’d already seen each other half-naked, and brought each other to climax.

It was only a matter of time before they’d screw; that seemed to be the facts.

“If that’s the case,” I’d told my wife, “I want to be there when it takes place.”

You should’ve seen the look of shock and surprise and lust upon her face.

She asked me, “Are you serious? You’re actually inviting me to cheat on you?”

I retorted, “You kind of have already … you have to admit that’s true.”

“I know,” she said, “but so far it’s only been in my mouth and on my waist.”

“The closest I’ve come to internalizing his cock is giving it a taste.”

“Are you actually inviting me to open up my legs to another man?”

“And if I break our marriage vows for someone else, you want it to be Dan?”

The way she phrased that turned my stomach, but also managed to arouse me.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I muttered, “but yes, and I want to see.”

My wife looked shocked, but not resistant, and a small smile creased her cheeks.

“Would you want to watch us the whole time, or just steal little peeks?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought it through that far.”

“Maybe I’d sit in the bedroom, or maybe you could just leave the door ajar.”

“How would we set this up?” my wife asked, admitting her intrigue and interest.

The tenacity of our marriage had never gone through so dramatic of a test.

“Would I just flat-out ask Dan, or would we arrange for you to catch us in the act?”

I responded, “Maybe the latter would be better; it’ll be our secret pact.”

She replied, “I think you’re right – proposing the first idea might knock off his socks.”

“In the meantime, my dear husband, would you like to cum inside my box?”

Several days later, the time had come to arrange the illicit rendezvous.

We had talked through the sequence of what both of us would do.

My wife would invite her colleague Dan to drive over to our house.

She’d tell him she’d be alone all day … that she’d be without a spouse.

Meanwhile, I would hide my car by parking it further down the street.

I’d hide inside the bedroom closet to keep my presence discrete.

Around 2pm on that Saturday, we activated our sinful plan.

Twenty minutes later, I heard my wife at the door: “Why hello there, Dan.”

Faint sounds of their passionate kissing stirred up a bit of anger inside.

But I had to keep quiet, so I bit my tongue, and continued just to hide.

A few moments later, although I couldn’t see, I heard them stumble into the room.

As my wife hummed with pleasure, Dan told her, “I love the smell of your perfume.”

“Why thank you, Dan,” my wife replied, “and I also love the smell of your cologne.”

Dan posed a question: “Are you sure your husband won’t be back? We will be alone?”

My wife giggled and sidestepped his question: “Why, Dan, are you worried?”

It sounded like he kissed her, then said, “No, I just don’t want to be too hurried.”

What he said next made my blood boil, yet also made my growing cock more firm.

Dan added, “I want to take my time before I fill you with my sperm.”

“You’re so bad,” my wife purred, and then I heard her voice become muffled.

The next sounds that I heard made it seem like clothes were being shuffled.

Dan groaned a comment: “You look so fucking sexy in that outfit.”

My wife hadn’t shown me her new lingerie; she told me it was a secret.

“Mmm, thanks,” she murmured. “I hoped you’d like it. Which part do you like the best?”

Dan answered quick: “I have to say I love the way those straps accentuate your chest.”

Straps?? I was curious to get a glimpse, but knew I could not open the door a crack.

My wife and I agreed that I’d need to wait to peek until one of them was on their back.

As if on cue, Dan asked for the final time: “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

My wife didn’t even pause. “Yes, I’m so horny for you – c’mere and give me a kiss.”

The sounds of passionate kissing and moaning that filled the room made my cock grew harder.

At that point, I knew it was inevitable that Dan would end up inside her.

It was a strange feeling … to willfully decide to not rush out to stop their tryst.

 Yet something about the whole naughty arrangement made me helpless to resist.

I stood there in the closet, completely naked, calmly stroking my manhood.

On the other side of the door, my wife was doing what no spouse should.

“I’m so wet for you,” my wife panted. “Here – feel the dampness in my thong.”

I could hear the smile in Dan’s response: “Mmm, you’re right – and oh so wrong.”

My wife groaned; I was fairly certain that his fingers were rubbing against her slit.

I was right. “Dan, I can’t believe how well you know just how to touch my clit.”

“Get on the bed,” he growled at her, “and spread your legs apart.”

I clenched my teeth to not gasp aloud, and tried to slow my pounding heart.

I heard the mattress squeak underneath her as my wife dutifully obeyed.

“Why, Dan, what are you going to do to me??” She pretended to sound afraid.

He answered, “As soon as I get naked, I’m going between your thighs.”

“I’m gonna slide your panties to the side and taste your sweet surprise.”

I heard the bedframe squeak again, as it absorbed Dan’s body weight.

I assumed my wife was lying there, on her back, legs outstretched, prostrate.

When I heard his lips start kissing her, I knew his mouth would soon be preoccupied.

I took advantage of that development to sneak my first peek at my unfaithful bride.

The scene that lay in front of me was breathtakingly bizarre to behold.

The way my cock reacted, though, confirmed that I’d just become a cuckold.

There shouldn’t be anything arousing about watching a man invade your wife.

I never would’ve envisioned that scenario at any previous point in my life.

Yet I was helplessly transfixed at the sight of Dan’s head between my wife’s thighs.

I was vividly aroused by the unrestrained sounds of her erotic moans and sighs.

I tried to hold back a premature orgasm as I watched Dan devour my wife’s kitty.

If I came too soon all over the closet door, the scene would not be pretty.

At one point, I found my wife had noticed me peering through the crack in the door.

Her discovery of how I was silently watching them only aroused her more.

She started fondling her breasts, which were accentuated by sexy black ribbon straps.

I almost said aloud “Wow, you look amazing” but managed to avoid a costly lapse.

Knowing I was fully aware, she started giving Dan more verbal direction.

“Take a break,” she pleaded softly, “I want to suck on your erection.”

Dan rose up and quickly straddled my wife’s torso with his naked body.

As he lowered his crotch toward her face, he groaned, “You’re such a naughty hottie.”

“Mmmph,” was my wife’s only response, because his cock was inside her cheeks.

While she sucked on his fat dick, his hands began fondling her twin peaks.

I watched from behind as Dan’s strong hips thrust forward and back.

If I looked closely enough, I could discern the swaying of his ball sac.

While he fucked her face, one of his hands began reaching toward her cunt.

As soon as his fingers reached their target, he let out an erotic grunt.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight and wet,” he said, pushing aside her thong.

She pulled her mouth back off his dick: “And your cock is so thick and long.”

My wife glanced discretely toward the closet to make sure I was still staring.

Then looking back into Dan’s eyes, what she next declared was bold and daring.

“I know you said you wanted to take your time, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Everything you’re doing just makes my lust to have you inside me grow even stronger.”

Dan didn’t speak; he just moved backward on the bed until he was near my wife’s feet.

With her help, he slid her thong down her smooth legs until that was complete.

My wife was naked at her waist, completely vulnerable to her lover.

Part of me stared in fascination; another part of me wanted to take cover.

Would I really be able to watch this deed? My heart sank into my stomach.

I was a swirl of confused emotions; I felt like a complete wreck.

Ready or not, though, Dan slowly got into position between her thighs.

Everyone knew what was about to happen; this was far from a surprise.

My wife breathed out with anticipation, “For eighteen years I’ve only known my husband.”

“But the thought of you impaling me throws my faithfulness into the wind.”

As I watched from behind, stunned, Dan calmly lined up his cock outside her entrance.

My wife stared desperately into his eyes as if hopelessly caught in an erotic trance.

The scene moved in slow motion; it felt as if the earth stood still.

My wife’s partially-covered breasts were heaving as she waited for the thrill.

I first heard her loud gasp before I noticed the forward movement of Dan’s hips.

The silence and the tension were broken by the “Fuuccckkk …” that fled her lips.

Just like that, in one swift movement, my wife’s pussy was occupied by another man.

I simply stood there watching as she willingly received him, in accordance with our plan.

As soon as he’d buried his thick rod inside her, everything quickly became intense.

Their dirty talking to each other erupted with such passion, it almost didn’t make sense.

My wife panted, “Oh fuck, you fill … unnhh, I can’t … you are so …”

Dan groaned, “It feels so fucking … oh fuck … you’re gonna make me go.”

“No, not yet!” my wife cried out. “I need … oh fuck, please pump me harder.”

It seemed for a few moments as if Dan was on a path to disregard her.

Getting himself back under control, though, he dramatically slowed his pace.

He whispered, “Your pussy is incredible,” as he stared into her face.

She whispered back, now also controlling her emotions: “And so is your cock.”

“It feels perfectly form-fitted for me – long and thick and hard as a rock.”

Their lips met for an extended kiss, and my wife wrapped her legs around his waist.

I felt fairly disregarded; was this how easily I could be replaced?

And yet, I tugged my throbbing member with the same pace that they were screwing.

In that moment, I could’ve cared less if this arrangement would be my undoing.

Sooner than expected, I saw "that look" on my wife’s face, and her legs went sideways.

Dan arched his back to watch how he was entering her; that visual arrested his gaze.

My wife cried out: “Oh your cock is gonna make me cum … don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

Dan started thrusting harder into her, the sound of their slapping crotches going ‘pop.’

“Fuck me … oh fuck me … oh fuck I’m cumming on you!” My wife cried out her orgasm.

Dan kept pounding her snatch faster and faster, even while her legs began to spasm.

“Oh fuck, me too, do you want me to cum inside you?” He sounded ready to explode.

“Yes, yes, cum inside me, fill me up,” said my wife. “I want to feel your load.”

I’m not exactly sure what happened next with them, because I got distracted.

I suddenly felt my own eruption; I glanced down and found my body had reacted.

Thick ropes of creamy cum were spraying all over the inside of the closet door.

The last few spurts that didn’t launch as far landed on the hardwood floor.

When my own climax eventually subsided, I peeked out the doorway again.

My sexualized wife had managed to induce orgasms from two different men.

Assuming he was on borrowed time, Dan soon announced that he should scat.

The moment he’d exited the front door, my wife asked me, “What did you think of that?”

The dried cum on my cock and legs revealed that I had blown my load.

“I never thought I’d so enjoy watching my wife be borrowed.”

She smiled rather seductively and asked, “So what will you do with me now?”

I responded, “I want to reclaim you … the best way that I know how.”