I am a mid 50’s happily married cuckold (with a well below average penis). Married for 22 years, but not very good at sex in my younger years and impotent now. I was unable to provide children, but we have three - two girls and a boy. The father of the eldest was a stranger, or so my wife tells me the other two are by one of my wife’s former boyfriends. My wife for the last 3+ years has had a steady boyfriend, Brad. I am permanently in chastity, wifey has discovered that I am calmer that way. I know I will never be inside her again, which I am happy with as there is no pressure to “perform”. Whilst “our” marriage choice is not for everyone and I have / do things, that “other” men would never do, like clean up and sucking 🍆, on occasions - please don’t judge me / us. Humiliation gets me off / keeps me focused so wifey has said I should come clean here 😬 Apart from my wife’s closest friends and my friends who have “had her”, “our” daughters (20 & 18) and of course Brad and previous “steady” boyfriends we have kept our secret well.
My wife had her boyfriend round to celebrate their ‘anniversary.’
I stayed away, to give them alone time, even making sure that the kids were at grandparents. He still decided to humiliate me by fucking her in our garden.
He also left instructions that I was to eat her out on the very table her had just fucked her on.
She loved the fuck, and the flowers. It was only afterwards that the reality of the neighbours set in. After all, it wasn't my car on the drive…
My wife has spent Friday and Saturday nights at her boyfriend’s. It’s late Sunday morning, my phone pings, I look at the contented look on my wife’s face, and then I read the text on the photograph.
My dicklette instantly became hard. I jerked it with two fingers and spurted all over myself.
My phone pinged again, a text message, “LICK UP YOUR MESS” her boyfriend instructed. I complied.
Your wife was always telling you how Tyler looked out for you. How he was such a great guy. But you grew up with him.
He’d never marry her, too much of a free spirit, hed just take her from you piece by piece. Stretching out the torment, the humiliation. Letting you put her back together, care for her, while he gave her his baby, toom her sensuality, her passion and love and you were left with her exhaustion, diapers, getting snapped out, told how lucky you were she didn’t leave you.
It had been this way with every girl you loved, but it hurt much worse because she’d promised to be yours forever.
And she definitely thinks of herself as ‘his girl’ now.