Chapter 7

This story here is real, I’m sending it to the site to share with you all, and depending on if you’re really cool, who knows, maybe I’ll share my wife too. But don’t think it was always like this. Back in the day, I never would’ve let another guy even glance at my wife; that whole cuck thing never appealed to me. She kept teasing me, dropping hints about swingers’ parties or bringing someone into our bed, but I always said no, firm and strong. The idea of being called a cuck was something that didn’t even enter my head — I wanted a woman for a threesome, that’s what. But she, smart as hell, said she’d only go for another woman if there was another guy involved too. Imagine? Me, agreeing to become a cuck just like that, all casual? I wasn’t a cuck to go along with it — or at least not back then.

These days, out on the street, everyone knows me as the official cuck. I don’t bother hiding it anymore. I’ve fought, lost my temper, even wanted to kill, but now I’m chill, accepted my role as an out-and-out cuck without a fuss. Wanna know? I’m happy like this. My wife loves me, and it’s not like she’s out there fucking other guys that makes me unhappy. Quite the opposite: every time she comes back from one of those adventures with someone else, she gets home desperate to fuck me, wild with lust, showing me how much she really loves this cuck right here.

We only got to this point because one day she came at me with some serious talk about splitting up. Right to my face, no bullshit, she said I couldn’t handle it alone, that I didn’t fully satisfy her in bed, and the problem wasn’t really with me, but with the insatiable fire she felt. To sum it up: either I accepted becoming a willing cuck, or I’d lose my wife for good.

For my first official experience as a cuck, we agreed I’d watch the whole thing. I preferred it that way, diving right into this crazy world, facing reality head-on, rather than sitting at home eaten up by anxiety, imagining scenes I couldn’t control. And that’s how it went down: the first victim of my wife was this kid from the gym — young guy, strong, ripped, about five years younger than her, not even 30 yet. The perfect type to get a woman all hot and bothered and turn any husband into a happy cuck.

That afternoon, I was already dying of jealousy, restless just watching my wife get ready to fuck another guy. She insisted on cleaning the whole house and even made me help, laughing, calling me little cuck, telling me to behave because it was gonna be a big moment later. I pretended not to care, but every time I looked at her picking out lingerie, shaving, doing her makeup, all that just for another dude, my anger burned inside. But it was this or nothing.

When night rolled around, the guy showed up. He greeted me kinda awkwardly, clearly trying to make nice, but I was pissed behind my mask of acting cool about it. I sat on the couch, watching everything, while my wife and him got cozy, exchanging giggles, whispering like two horny teenagers. I wanted it over quick, but she, the little slut, made a point of teasing me. The fucker put his hand on her leg, sliding it slow, and let out a:

“You are so fucking hot.”

I just thought: Fuck her already and get it over with. But no, they had to play this whole game first, because my wife, the whore I love, knew I was pissed and loved rubbing it in my face as the cuck I was.

Then it started.

“Damn, kid, you’ve got a huge one…”

“You like?” He replied, squeezing his cock over his pants.

“Let me see?”

My wife, no hesitation, slid her hand down his leg, brushing slow until she reached the bulge, groping it without rushing. Me there, frozen, feeling like a total cuck, but unable to look away from her. She was too seductive, hypnotic, and even though I was furious, my body reacted to what I saw.

Then, she kissed him. Not some quick peck, but a long, wet, tongue-filled one, their bodies closing the gap. He pulled her closer, holding tight, but she held back from climbing into his lap — she wanted something else. With a sly smile, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I leaned in, curious, wanting to see the guy’s dick. It was big. Really big. And that made me think: Hope he goes soft.

But he didn’t. Far from it. The guy already had his hands on her big tits, kneading them, while my wife, taking her time, pulled off her top, left in just her bra. The kid looked like he’d never seen tits before. And, let’s be real, her breasts are impressive — big, full, eye-catching. Even me, who knew every inch of that body, felt my cock getting hard just seeing those tits out there, being groped by another man.

She was sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at him with that hungry gleam in her eyes, the face of a woman starving. The guy, still a bit shy, hesitated pulling off his pants, but soon stripped everything, showing off a lean, all-muscle body, the kind that makes any woman drool. And mine, of course, was no different. Her face lit up with a mix of excitement and pure desire. Without wasting time, she pulled him closer, grabbing his waist, and without using her hands, just let his cock brush her lips. First, a light kiss on the tip, her tongue sliding side to side, teasing, tasting him. Then, no fuss, she opened her mouth and took him in soft, sucking slow, letting her tongue work.

Her hands? They weren’t there to help. One slid over his ass, squeezing hard, pulling him forward, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth. The other toyed with his balls, massaging, feeling their weight. Every time she took him deeper, a wet smack echoed through the room, and me there, still, watching, feeling my cock throb in my pants.

She moaned while sucking, letting out little muffled sounds, like she was really savoring it. The guy let out a heavy sigh, ran his hand through her hair, pulling lightly, encouraging her to go deeper. My wife, no hesitation, tilted her head back a bit and, in a slow, teasing motion, sank her mouth all the way down, swallowing him whole.

Her throat tightened, you could tell from how her eyebrows arched, the way her eyes squeezed shut while holding her breath. Seconds later, she pulled back, sucking slow, making that wet, filthy sound.

Me there, watching, all I could think was: Hope she sticks a finger up his ass.

My wife was there, on her knees on the couch, arching that huge ass, offering herself like the true slut she was. The guy, hard as rock, positioned himself behind, already gripping his cock like he was gonna slam in raw, no prep.

“Aren’t you gonna eat her out, you animal? You gonna fuck her dry?” I snapped, pissed at the kid’s rush and clumsiness.

He looked at me like an idiot, clearly not knowing what to say. Young kid, bad in bed, probably one of those who gets grossed out by pussy. And my wife, slutty as ever, just laughed and threw out a:

“Thanks, babe.”

She knew I was right. She was there, ass spread wide, wet, ready to be devoured, and the guy, instead of diving in, came with that shy little tongue, brushing lightly like he was tasting something for the first time.

He started slow, sliding the tip of his tongue along her lips, licking superficially, not really putting his mouth into it. My wife sighed, impatient, wiggling a bit to encourage him, but he kept up that timid shit, just poking, no pressure, no sucking.

“Fuck, kid, lick her right or you want me to show you?” I let out, furious at the ridiculous scene.

My wife laughed, arching her ass higher, and finally he decided to step up. He grabbed her thighs, pulled her back, and started shoving his tongue in harder, exploring. Now we’re talking, he started eating her for real, sucking her lips, nibbling lightly, using his chin to rub her clit. She moaned soft, grinding on his mouth, urging him on.

Then he latched onto her clit and started sucking hard, rhythmic, while plunging his tongue deep, exploring every inch of her pussy. The wet sounds filled the room, her moans getting louder.

“That’s it, kid, now you’re getting it!” She gasped, pushing her ass back, rubbing her pussy on his face.

The kid finally got the hang of it, licking and sucking at once, his fingers sliding between her lips, spreading her, playing. He flicked his tongue against her clit, making that pornographic slurping sound of a good eat-out.

Me there, watching it all, feeling my cock pulse in my pants, all I thought was: Now he’s good for something.

The kid, panting, couldn’t hold back anymore. He got behind her, his cock throbbing hard, and started rubbing the head at her pussy entrance, sliding slow, like he was savoring it. But I could see on his face he was holding off from blowing too soon. The sight of that arched, spread, wet, ready ass would drive anyone crazy.

He didn’t drag it out. He gripped her waist tight and, no warning, slammed it all in at once, deep, straight, burying his whole cock inside her. My wife moaned, threw her head back, but didn’t complain, didn’t pull away. She just gripped the couch, breathing heavy, adjusting to the size. She always did that. Always molded to the cock first, rocking slow, feeling every inch slide in. Her tight walls sucked at the kid, driving him nearly insane.

“Fuck me, come on… fuck me hard,” she moaned, looking back, eyes shining with lust.

The kid didn’t think twice. He grabbed her ass hard and started pounding deep, with force, slamming his cock in quick, brutal thrusts. Each stroke made her ass jiggle, the slap of bodies crashing echoing through the room, wet, dirty, obscene.

“Fuck, your wife is so tight, cuck,” he panted, his hand smacking against the soft flesh of her ass, leaving red marks.

I didn’t say shit. Just watched, cock hard in my pants, breath short, taking in every detail.

He sped up, pounding mercilessly, and my wife rocked with the rhythm, her hands sliding over her own body until she found her clit, rubbing while getting fucked hard. Mouth open, moans louder, her body shaking with every thrust.

“Yeah, yeah, come on… fuck me harder, make me cum!”

The kid grabbed her hair tight and yanked her head back, arching her back, while shoving his cock deeper, faster. Her whole body shuddered, breath hitched, and then she screamed, a long, desperate moan, cumming hard, grinding wildly on his cock.

The pulsing of her pussy milked the kid’s cock, squeezing, clenching, and he couldn’t hold it anymore. His body shook, muscles tense, face twisted in pleasure. He gripped her waist even harder, thrust furiously a few last times, each one more desperate, until, in a rush, he pulled out, holding the base tight.

My wife, knowing what was coming, spun around quick, mouth open, tongue out, eyes gleaming with lust. The kid groaned loud, gripping his own cock, and started shooting, hot spurts splashing right on her face, dripping from her lips, running down her chin, splattering those heaving tits that rose and fell with her ragged breaths.

She ran her hand over her face, scooping some cum and licking it slow, looking at him with that naughty smile. “Damn… you were saving that, huh?” She teased, laughing, while cleaning her mouth with her tongue, not wasting a drop. And me, from my spot, cuck and hard, just watching.

The kid, even though she tried to rev him up again, just couldn’t get it up for round two.

My wife did everything — kissed, sucked, raked her nails over his chest — but nothing. The boy had given all he had. She sighed, kinda disappointed, eyeing the guy’s limp dick.

“Oh, seriously? That’s it?” She grumbled, crossing her arms like she’d lost a new toy.

And then, folks, it was my turn. Because, in the end, even the home cuck can work miracles.