This is one of many memories I have of my wife Bronnie and I and our trip into cuckoldry, wife sharing, and some kinky sexual exploits.

This was a while ago, and since then, we have sadly fallen into a very strange, sexless phase.

But we have had some magnificent experiences.  I’ll try and concentrate on one in particular,  but among the many times we have played, I have watched my wife fuck three men one after the other, ride a huge cock without protection, and seen her take several loads from guys, which she has really enjoyed.

We have had guys arrive at the door to be greeted by my wife on her knees and immediately start giving them a blow job.  There have been visits to sex clubs and many secret hotel visits to meet with guys and fuck.

On our very first attempt at sharing, my wife got a bit drunk in a bar and we ended up back in our hotel room with five guys.  One came in her mouth and Bronnie swallowed it all, thinking I didn’t notice, because she thought if I didn't see the cum, I couldn’t get angry.

I was not really aware until I kissed her and tasted the cum.  It was the start of a very interesting step into sharing my wife, becoming cuckolded and watching her sexual energy surge.

But one of our best experiences was with an older guy called John.

John answered a dating website profile that quite directly said Bronnie liked to fuck other guys and I liked to watch and join in.

He was British, a short stock guy with a good sense of humour, liked chatting and flirted with Bronnie very nicely.  After a first meet and greet, we arranged a second at our small apartment.

John arrived, wine in hand, and concentrated on Bronnie.  Talking, laughing and slowly moving closer to her. 

It was a studio apartment so we were sitting on the bed chatting when John made his first move, asking to kiss Bronnie, then asking to see her boobs and then started sucking and playing with them.

Bronnie gets very turned on by breast and nipple play. She soon started making some very familiar noises and movements.  John lifted her skirt and started rubbing her through her knickers, then removed them completely.

I was transfixed by the sight.  Both John and I were still fully dressed, while Bronnie was now topless and knickerless under a mid-thigh skirt. She suggested that the unfairness of this situation needed addressing.

So we both stood up and undressed.

Bronnie grabbed me and started sucking my cock first.  Only because I exited my clothes probably a bit to enthusiastically. 

As she sucked my cock I glanced over at John as saw a very thick cock standing to attention.  It wasn’t as long as mine but was a very thick gauge and was throbbing to attention.

Bronnie stopped working on me and glanced over her shoulder to see John.  The gasp of moaning pleasure she made was very quickly followed by her taking John in her mouth. Licking and sucking noises soon followed.

I was simply inn heaven.  I always loved watching Bronnie sucking another man’s cock; it had a strange affect on me.  I loved her moves and could watch it for as long as she wanted to do it.

John now started to take control.  He laid her down, removed her remaining clothing, mounted her across her ribs and tit-fucked her. He then moved off and started licking her pussy.

Bronnie was really in the mood now.  She was very wet and motioned for me to fill her mouth while John licked and sucked her pussy. He then moved up and hovered his thick cock over her cunt lips.

Bronnie was grabbing his buttocks and trying to encourage him in but he held back and moved close to her so he was face-to-face.  I was now the spectator. 

As he moved in close, he said, in a whisper, “Can I cum inside you?”

Bronnie glanced at me to gauge my reaction to the question, but was distracted as John drove his wedge of a penis into her.  Bronnie gasped at first but soon started responding with moans and body movements that were driving me crazy with desire as the voyeur in me kicked into gear.

“Yes,” she said, “cum in me.”

That was all the encouragement John needed.  He fucked her hard and slow, gently and rough, would pull out now and then to lick her again before sitting up on his knees and teasing her pussy with his cock, showing both of us a clear picture of his member as he slid it in and out repeatedly.

I joined in by filling Bronnie’s mouth when he rolled her over for some doggie-style action, then we traded places.  I admit I was close to cumming every time I was inside Bronnie, but I managed to hold off until I heard John say he was ready to cum.

I stood back and watched as John rolled Bronnie onto her back and re entered her, this time with real urgency.  He made sure to raise her legs high and wide as he fucked her then told her he was about to cum deep inside her pussy.

As he unloaded, I held a firm grip on the base of my own cock to try and stop the inevitable.  When John pulled out, a string of cum followed, semi-attached to his cock, and he rolled to one side with Bronnie's eyes fixated on his member.

I took the opportunity to fuck my wife. Feeling the wetness of another man’s cum was satisfying and very hot and sexy to me.  I lasted longer than I thought I would and then came hard inside Bronnie as well.

Bronnie was very satisfied with the outcome.  Her pussy was dribbling cum and her face flush with pleasure.  John simply lay there for a while before saying, “So, I’m free again on Sunday.  Does that suit?”

I don’t think you’ll be surprised by the answer.

John had many visits with us, telling us tales of how he was hooked into fucking other men’s wives as a young guy who was invited to a rugby friend's place on the pretentions of ‘dinner’ before the wife told him exactly what he was there for.

How he had fucked other wives in our small town with a friend of his, the two of them often tag teaming the woman while the husbands watched.

We did meet his partner in crime but he wasn’t a hit with us for some reason, so we sadly never did that with John.

But John managed to cum inside Bronnie many times after, before his own wife got wind of his shenanigans and promptly put an end to our little arrangement. 

There’s more Bronnie stories.  Maybe I’ll whack some more memories down on paper soon.