I have a long-held and well-researched fascination for couples who indulge in cuckoldry; it has an amazingly broad scope as a fetish with subtle nuances and deviances, which you can tailor for your specific requirements should you find the right person to play with.

I thought I would share Mrs Lustman's first occasion of being shared; this was circa Sept 1984. This is possibly more a case of candaulism than cuckoldry; here goes. It is a very treasured memory, and I wanted to do it justice.

It was just before our first wedding anniversary – we drank at a local watering hole with a group of around twelve to twenty couples and singles. They did a lot of charity fundraisers, dressed as naughty schoolgirls, etc. They were a really fun bunch, and we naturally found ourselves drawn to them, having some great fun nights.

One guy in particular was very into Mrs Lust (Jay). Simon was always paying her compliments; he loved her outfits. She always looked incredibly hot in the tiniest of leather mini skirts worn with sheer tops over sexy lace bras, together with black Aristoc Harmony point heel fully fashioned seamed stockings, a four-strap suspender belt, a thong and patent leather stilettos, which was her usual outfit of choice for a night at the pub, leaving very little to the imagination.

We'd been together around four years, and I had often spoken about threesomes and moresomes, either MFM or MFF. She was of the opinion if it happened, she'd go for it if she fancied the person – well, I knew she fancied him, so I decided to push the matter a little, as her birthday was coming up, and a night at the pub was in order.

The birthday night arrived. She was very much the centre of attention; it seemed to be mainly the male contingent of our little group. They plied her with birthday drinks. At one point she was surrounded by around seven guys as they sang 'Happy Birthday', having birthday kisses and gropes of her suspenders and stocking tops. I know at least one hand strayed to her pussy, as the guy apologised to me, saying she'd turned round; all he was doing was feeling stocking tops. I just smiled and said, 'No problem; she was just enjoying herself on her birthday.'

As the evening wore on, Simon had become the main one talking and flirting with her; as he was single, the others had either left or sussed his intention. I suggested going back to ours for another drink. He accepted. We arrived, and I went upstairs to ready the bedroom for some fun. Going downstairs, I was amazed to see him trouserless and kissing Jay passionately; he explained he'd fallen out of his sports car into a puddle in the pub car park, and Jay had offered to dry his trousers...

She went upstairs to lose her skirt and top, which he'd already loosened. Anyway, we had a quick chat, saying it was a one-off for her birthday. He said that he was OK with that. We went up the stairs to see her on the bed, legs spread, fingering herself, saying, "Don't just stand there. I'm so horny right now, I need two cocks tonight. Please come and fuck me."

With that, we lost our underpants and joined her on the bed; we moved to either side of her, sucking her tits, her nipples hardening under our lips and tongues. As he kissed her, his hand slid up her stocking-clad thigh, then moved inside her thigh as he gently went to her pussy, sliding one, then two, then three fingers into her dripping cunt. He slowly pumped his fingers into her willing pussy as she pushed her pussy to meet his thrusting fingers.

She writhed around the bed, completely lost in the lust of the moment, kissing both of us passionately. Grabbing our cocks, she took one and then the other into her waiting mouth. She looked up and said, "I need fucking; please fuck me." He got her on her hands and knees, and entered her from behind as I slid my throbbing cock into her mouth.

She was in heaven, with two hot, horny guys worshipping her body. We fucked and sucked her over and over. She also experienced her first vaginal double penetration. 

I lay down as she mounted me, cowgirl style, as she slowly pumped up and down on my cock. Simon slid his cock into her juicy pussy alongside mine; she was so damn wet and horny, he slid in easily alongside my rock-hard cock as we fucked her in unison.

We writhed together in a hot, sweating mass of intertwined, highly aroused bodies. Kissing and caressing as we came to a climax, and both emptied our loads deep inside her. 

I went to the bathroom, and I came back to see her mounted on him again, straddling his cock, fucking passionately, leaning back as he played with her tits and pumped into her from below. She looked across at me and mouthed, "I love you, thanks for my birthday pressie." I said she should thank Simon; she said humorously, "I thought I was."

Eventually, after quite some time, we decided it was time to call it a night; he asked if he could have her suspender belt and stockings as a souvenir. 

We later found out that he wore them to wank in on many occasions. As I said earlier, at the time it was a one-off – we didn't play again with him for over fifteen years, but that's another story.

After he had left, we fell into a deeply fulfilled, rapturous sleep, tired from our exertions. 

Before leaving for work the next morning, I breathed in the bedroom's heady aroma of pure sex, so much so I gently fingered her well-used pussy as she lazily dozed, slowly rousing her from sleep, her face breaking into a beautiful smile, waking her with a kiss. 

Asking if she was ok and if she had enjoyed her birthday present. "Yes," she said, "it was an amazing night." As I left, I heard the unmistakable sound of her vibrator starting to buzz as I locked the front door behind me.

At work, I was in a complete daze, aroused beyond belief, totally horned up, reliving the sensuality of the previous night, moment by horny moment, over and over. 

It was at this point that the familiar roller coaster of emotions started. Did she want him more than she wanted me? Would I lose her to him? She had fancied him for quite some time, and the feeling was obviously mutual, hence my telling him it was a one-off birthday present for her.

It was difficult to concentrate on my work; I kept hearing the sound of her coming when he fucked her, as I had sat back to watch them, drinking in the intensely erotic sight before me of my bride of one year, surrendering to complete lust with another man six feet away from me.

Had I let the genie out of the bottle?

Lustman