Cuckold. “Is that truly what I had become?” I could not believe that word ran through my mind. Yet here I was pondering everything that had just happened. My wife telling me our fantasies were now one was maybe the craziest thing I had ever heard, but I'll be damned if it wasn't true.

The big problem is that I didn't even know my wife's fantasies other than wanting to Fuck Tim. I believe it's time for her and me to sit down and have a heart-to-heart conversation.

The next day, after that wild adventure with Tim, my mind was still wandering all throughout the day. I needed to discuss everything with my wife.

When I got home from work that afternoon, my wife was not home. This was very unusual; she is always home before me. I grabbed a beer and sat in the living room to wait for her. As I drank my beer, I let my mind go back to how all this started. I truly was reflecting on my fantasies and desires before I even told my wife about them.

I could not find anything in my thoughts that made me a cuckold. My thoughts made me a voyeur but not a cuck, or so I thought. Then I realized that as a voyeur, I'd want to see anyone in a sexual situation, but as a cuckold it was my wife I wanted to see. I didn't think about everything that being a cuckold would entail, I guess. I do have to admit yesterday's activities, although painful, were fun.

My wife arrived home almost two hours later, and I was still sitting in the living room waiting for her.

"Hello," she said as I gave her an irritated look.

"Where have you been?" I said almost too loudly and angrily.

She said, "Sorry, I was talking to Tim about yesterday and everything that took place."

"Don't you think you should be talking to me about it and not him?" I asked, still irritated.

"Yes, I am going to talk to you, but as you live with me, I knew we had all the time to talk, whereas I only work with him, so my time is limited with him."

"So, you talked to him at work and are over two hours late getting home without saying a word to me?"

"Yes, I did, and I am sorry. We got carried away and the time disappeared."

"What do you mean you got carried away?" I irritably asked!

"Well, we were talking about everything in the break room, and it was obvious we were both getting turned on. The next thing I knew, we were in the bathroom; he had me bent over the bathroom toilet fucking me."

"What the fuck do you mean you fucked him? Are you seriously telling me that you cheated on me? You said I never had to worry about you cheating on me, and now this?"

"Wow baby, calm down a minute. I did not cheat on you. You are a part of this."

"How am I a part of this if I was not there and I knew nothing of these events until now?" I said, very irritated.

"Because everything I do feeds both our fantasies. You seeing me get fucked and me fucking Tim."

"I was not there to see it or be a part of it; therefore, you cheated on me." I was truly pissed at this point. I saw red.

"True, you were not there, but it was done knowing I would come home and tell you everything. Making you a part of it. Look at you, you're hard just listening to me, and I haven't given any details."

I looked down, and sure enough, I had a hard-on, a big one; it was tenting my slacks. My wife knelt in front of me and started kissing me. I could not resist and kissed her back. I was mad and horny, I guess.

She reached down and started rubbing my dick, making me even harder. "Fuck, this woman drives me wild," I thought as she continued.

She pulled me down to the floor while kissing me before breaking free from me. She lay back, and her dress had risen. As I knelt there staring at her pussy, glistening at me, I realized she had no panties on, and her pussy was wet and creamy.

She looked directly at me and said, "Come eat your wife's dirty pussy."

I dove in and started lapping up her pussy like a mad man in heat.

 "Yes, eat that dirty pussy. Lick it and clean him out of me," she howled as I continued to eat her. She grabbed my head with both hands, holding me in place as her hips bucked toward my face, moaning, "Cumming." She came so hard she squirted for me for the first time in our relationship, just like she had with Tim yesterday. My head was soaked; I was in heaven.

I continued to eat her pussy. My goal was to make her cum again, and damn it, I did. She started pushing me head back and away from her pussy. I knelt up and undid my pants as fast as I could. Once my dick was free of its confines, I leaned forward, forcing her legs further apart. I grabbed my dick and inserted it directly into her pussy in one go.

She howled as she wrapped her legs around my butt, arms grasping my shoulders. I fucked her hard and fast right there on the floor. I was lost in a horny world where, at that moment, all I wanted was her pussy and to fill it with my cum. I must have been overwhelmed because I did not last long. It was a matter of minutes at best before I unloaded inside her pussy. She was panting heavily as I slowly withdrew my dick from her well-used pussy.

Sprawled out on the floor, she was catching her breath. I stood and pulled up my pants. I sat down on the couch and looked at my wife. "Come up here; we need to talk." My wife got up and sat next to me.

She placed her hand on my knee and asked, “Is everything alright?”

 "I love the sex we're having, the smiles on your face, and the newfound connection we seem to have. What I don't like is you doing things behind my back." She listened to everything I had to say without a single interruption.

When I was done, she kissed me and said she understood my feelings. Then it was her turn.

"I love you and respect your feelings. I know this fantasy of yours has turned into ours, and we haven't truly talked it through. I want you to understand that when you told me you wanted to see me with another man, I was elated. You see, I have hidden my desires to have more in the bedroom for a long time. You are an amazing lover, but love isn't what I want or need all the time. Sometimes I just want pure sex, to get fucked. You love me too much to do that, and I love you for that. I want this uninhibited sex from time to time, and I will never leave you out of it. I will always include you, and I think you like it. Your reaction today proved that point."

I could not argue with her as much as I wanted to. Yes, I was irritated but also very turned on at what she had done. Listening to her tell me she was bent over the toilet getting fucked, then coming home to me to tell me about it was hot. I had to admit that. In my mind, I was starting to realize that the feeling of jealousy tied with the arousal was all a part of this whole thing. She wasn't cheating on me: she was creating something to share with me. I had some serious thinking to do about whether to continue down this road with her.

We continued talking until damn near 11 pm. We both agreed to continue playing, as we felt it was bringing us closer. She agreed that doing things without me would be limited and not often, but she would always come back to me and share the experience, so I felt included.

I was going to be able to have my fantasies, and she would get hers. I still wasn't 100% on her fantasies, but I did agree to go along with them, and if I ever felt she overstepped, I could talk to her. We went to bed without ever eating dinner or showering. The evening's events stuck with us as we drifted off to sleep.

A few days later, my wife was waiting for me when I got home from work. It was normal for her to be waiting for me; today was different. She was completely naked when I walked in the door. She didn't budge from the outside view as I opened and closed the door. I stood there with a big grin on my face, looking at her nude body. I could feel my dick grow.

"Tonight's your night. I am going to fuck you stupid. I hope you're ready," she stated. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.

Once in there, she started undressing me quickly. Once naked, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed up next to me. She leaned down and started sucking my dick. Her ass was sticking up in the air, and my dick disappeared in her mouth. It felt like heaven to me. I reached up and grabbed her ass; she let go of my dick and swung around, smacking my hand away.

"Do not touch me; tonight is about you," is all she said as she turned back to sucking my dick.

After a few moments of serious dick sucking, she let my dick fall out of her mouth. Looking at me, she straddled my lap and guided my dick straight to her very wet, waiting pussy. She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on her tits.

I took the hint and started playing with them by squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She was enjoying all the attention to her tits as she slowly ground her pussy on my erection. She was moaning, enjoying herself, grinding on my cock. Through her moans of pleasure, I noticed she was looking straight into my eyes. That's when she started to speak in a low, arousing tone.

"Friday night I am going to fuck Tim. You're going to watch him fuck your wife. He's going to treat me like a slut and make me cum like you never could. He's going to use this pussy that's wrapped around your dick right now as it belongs to him."

She just kept at it, and I started moaning louder because she was fucking me harder as she told me everything that was going to happen.

"You're going to watch him ruin my pussy. I am going to be stretched for days. This time I will be too sore for you to fuck afterward; that's what tonight is all about."

I could not take her words anymore; she was pushing buttons I didn't know I had, and I started to cum with a vengeance. It felt like my dick was a volcano erupting full force. I was in a haze, a confused, stupid, sexually charged haze, and I liked it.

Friday came quickly; I was a nervous wreck all day. I could not stop thinking about what would happen tonight. The day took forever to end, but it finally did. I headed home with sweaty palms and chills as my mind kept jumping to thoughts of tonight's adventure.

Step by step, I slowly walked to the front door of the house from the car, scared and aroused at what was about to happen. Once inside, my wife called for me from the living room, and I walked that way. Upon entering the living room, I was a bit shocked.

Things were rearranged. My wife, dressed in some sexy lingerie I had never seen before, said to me, "Sit there in your chair and don't you dare touch yourself no matter what!" I did as I was told, and no sooner had I sat down than the doorbell rang.

"Come in," my wife yelled, and the front door opened. Tim entered the room, and my wife kissed him, welcoming him, something she still hadn't done for me.

Tim backed up and said, "This is my friend John." My jaw dropped as my wife leaned in to kiss John and said, "Welcome."

Tim and John led my wife to the couch and helped her sit down. Admiring her, they told her, “You look amazing in that teal lingerie.”

John said, “Tim has good taste in lingerie and women!”

Now I knew why I had never seen it before, and I'll be damned if I wasn't starting to get jealous.

My wife looked at me and smiled, then immediately turned her attention back to the two men in front of her.

"Get those clothes off, gentlemen. I need some attention, and you're both wearing too much."

They both obliged her and were naked in a flash. She reached over to take off the lingerie, and both men yelled, "No. You look too sexy in that to take it off."

My wife leaned forward, and it was obvious to me that she was now sucking John's cock and jerking Tim's. All I could see was their asses, but their slight movements told me everything I needed to know. My stomach was burning and knotted; my dick was hard.

Tim gently leaned my wife down onto her back on the couch. Amazingly, she never stopped sucking John's cock. Tim spread her thighs and started eating her pussy as he pulled the lingerie to the side.

I could hear my wife gagging and moaning. Her hips were gyrating to Tim's tongue lashing. It was a hot scene, but damn. "Who is this John, and how did I get here?"

The moans got louder, albeit muffled. Soon Tim got up and guided his cock into my wife's waiting pussy. John must've been enjoying my wife's mouth because he was moaning and his hips were rocking back and forth something fierce.

John pulled back, stating, “I must stop before I cum too soon.

Tim didn't miss a beat and moaned out, "Switch."

He withdrew his cock from my wife and went to stand beside her and put his dick straight into her mouth. While doing so, he said, "Suck my cock slut, and clean your pussy off me."

 My wife just moaned and engulfed him. John then turned to take his place between her legs, and that's when I saw it. John's cock was huge. It had to be 9 or 10 inches long and super fucking thick. No wonder I heard her gagging; that cock is massive.

John slowly placed the tip at her entrance and began to push in. My wife gasped for air as John continued his descent. She started sucking Tim's cock more, and John slowly picked up the tempo.

I was so horny, I knew if I touched my dick I would explode.

John put my wife's legs over his shoulders and started pumping her like an oil rig. I don't know how she kept sucking Tim's cock, but she did. They were in a rhythm all their own, and it was working. Moans and gasps filled the room. My nostrils filled with the scent of sex. Everything was just so damn hot!

The fucking continued for a while, and I was amazed at how much my wife was taking.

Tim looked at John and said, "Are you ready?"

 John replied by pulling his massive manhood out of my wife, and as he exited, you could hear the air being sucked back into her gaping pussy. Tim pulled his dick from her mouth and stepped aside. She was beautifully wrecked, but hey, they weren't done.

They helped her up, and John lay down on the couch. His enormous cock pointed straight up like a missile; it made me jealous. My wife steadied herself, then straddled John. She impaled herself upon his mighty cock with a loud moan.

Starting to rock a little to get him all the way in, Tim was behind her with quickness.

"What's this?" I said to myself.

Tim gently pushed forward as he glided up and placed his cock directly at her asshole. Very slowly, he pushed forward, and my jaw dropped. I saw a tense look on my wife's face and a grin on Tim's. Soon my wife let out a deep breath, and Tim's grin turned to a smile. Tim started moving back and forth while John started moving up and down.

Slowly at first, they moved in unison, creating a fucking hot scene. The tempo grew; moans did also. They were seriously fucking my wife. "My wife is getting fucked in the ass, as well as her pussy," I thought in my head. I could not believe what was happening right in front of me.

Looking at me for what seemed like the first time in hours, my wife says, "They feel so good in me. I didn't know sex could be this good. Why did you take so long to tell me your fantasies?"

With that, she came extremely hard. Her face clenched as she screamed out with pleasure. That was enough for the men, and Tim unleashed a howl like a werewolf and came deep in her ass. He was pumping like crazy, just howling away; my wife was loving it.

Tim fell back to the end of the couch just as John started hammering his cock in upward motions from beneath my wife. She was holding on for dear life, screaming at the top of her lungs as John emptied his balls into her. I was in complete awe of all three of them. I wanted to cum too.

My wife rolled off Jon straight to the floor. Landing on her back, her legs flung open, showing just how used she was. Heavy breathing coming from all directions, including me. I sat there stunned in silence at the sight of my beautifully wrecked wife. She had this fresh fucked smile on her face of the likes I had never seen before.

I moved to get close to her, and she said, "No, remember the rule."

I sat back, obviously still hard and aroused, then I looked down. My pants were soaked. I had cum without ever touching myself, and I was still hard. I stood up and looked at my wife, saying, "Do you see what you do to me?"

She smiled and said, "Good."

We sat there a bit longer before John and Tim got dressed and made their way out. My wife stayed nude and sprawled on the floor. She had had enough and wasn't going to budge for anyone.

I sat there and didn't realize I was speaking and not just thinking. "I'm a cuckold, I really am a cuckold," were the words coming out of my mouth.

My wife looked over and said, "Yes, you are; you're my cuckold, and this is going to be fun."

That's when I realized I hadn't said that to myself, but her words left me wondering and slightly scared. Admitting to myself that I was truly a cuckold was a big step for me. Talking to my wife and allowing all these adventures over the last month truly showed me just how I got here!