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I had never been a cuck before, nor gotten anywhere close to a threesome.My wife, however, was becoming quite infatuated with another man’s cum.They’d already seen each other half-naked, and brought each other to climax.It was only a matter of time before they’d screw; that seemed to be the facts.“If that’s the case,” I’d told my wife, “I want to be there when it takes place.”You should’ve seen the look of shock and surprise and lust upon her face. She asked me, “Are you serious? You’re actually inviting me to cheat on you?”I retorted, “You kind of have already … you have to admit that’s true.”“I know,” she said, “but so far it’s only been in my mouth and on my waist.”“The closest I’ve come to internalizing his cock is giving it a taste.”“Are you actually inviting me to open up my legs to another man?”“And if I break our marriage vows for someone else, you want it to be Dan?” The way she phrased that turned my stomach, but also managed to arouse me.“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I muttered, “but yes, and I want to see.”My wife looked shocked, but not resistant, and a small smile creased her cheeks.“Would you want to watch us the whole time, or just steal little peeks?”I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought it through that far.”“Maybe I’d sit in the bedroom, or maybe you could just leave the door ajar.” “How would we set this up?” my wife asked, admitting her intrigue eryaman escort and interest.The tenacity of our marriage had never gone through so dramatic of a test.“Would I just flat-out ask Dan, or would we arrange for you to catch us in the act?”I responded, “Maybe the latter would be better; it’ll be our secret pact.”She replied, “I think you’re right – proposing the first idea might knock off his socks.”“In the meantime, my dear husband, would you like to cum inside my box?” Several days later, the time had come to arrange the illicit rendezvous.We had talked through the sequence of what both of us would do.My wife would invite her colleague Dan to drive over to our house.She’d tell him she’d be alone all day … that she’d be without a spouse.Meanwhile, I would hide my car by parking it further down the street.I’d hide inside the bedroom closet to keep my presence discrete. Around 2pm on that Saturday, we activated our sinful plan.Twenty minutes later, I heard my wife at the door: “Why hello there, Dan.”Faint sounds of their passionate kissing stirred up a bit of anger inside.But I had to keep quiet, so I bit my tongue, and continued just to hide.A few moments later, although I couldn’t see, I heard them stumble into the room.As my wife hummed with pleasure, Dan told her, “I love the smell of your perfume.” “Why thank you, sincan escort Dan,” my wife replied, “and I also love the smell of your cologne.”Dan posed a question: “Are you sure your husband won’t be back? We will be alone?”My wife giggled and sidestepped his question: “Why, Dan, are you worried?”It sounded like he kissed her, then said, “No, I just don’t want to be too hurried.”What he said next made my blood boil, yet also made my growing cock more firm.Dan added, “I want to take my time before I fill you with my sperm.” “You’re so bad,” my wife purred, and then I heard her voice become muffled.The next sounds that I heard made it seem like clothes were being shuffled.Dan groaned a comment: “You look so fucking sexy in that outfit.”My wife hadn’t shown me her new lingerie; she told me it was a secret.“Mmm, thanks,” she murmured. “I hoped you’d like it. Which part do you like the best?”Dan answered quick: “I have to say I love the way those straps accentuate your chest.” Straps?? I was curious to get a glimpse, but knew I could not open the door a crack.My wife and I agreed that I’d need to wait to peek until one of them was on their back.As if on cue, Dan asked for the final time: “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”My wife didn’t even pause. “Yes, I’m so horny for you – c’mere and give me a kiss.”The sounds of passionate etlik escort kissing and moaning that filled the room made my cock grew harder.At that point, I knew it was inevitable that Dan would end up inside her. It was a strange feeling … to willfully decide to not rush out to stop their tryst. Yet something about the whole naughty arrangement made me helpless to resist.I stood there in the closet, completely naked, calmly stroking my manhood.On the other side of the door, my wife was doing what no spouse should.“I’m so wet for you,” my wife panted. “Here – feel the dampness in my thong.”I could hear the smile in Dan’s response: “Mmm, you’re right – and oh so wrong.” My wife groaned; I was fairly certain that his fingers were rubbing against her slit.I was right. “Dan, I can’t believe how well you know just how to touch my clit.”“Get on the bed,” he growled at her, “and spread your legs apart.”I clenched my teeth to not gasp aloud, and tried to slow my pounding heart.I heard the mattress squeak underneath her as my wife dutifully obeyed.“Why, Dan, what are you going to do to me??” She pretended to sound afraid. He answered, “As soon as I get naked, I’m going between your thighs.”“I’m gonna slide your panties to the side and taste your sweet surprise.”I heard the bedframe squeak again, as it absorbed Dan’s body weight.I assumed my wife was lying there, on her back, legs outstretched, prostrate.When I heard his lips start kissing her, I knew his mouth would soon be preoccupied.I took advantage of that development to sneak my first peek at my unfaithful bride. The scene that lay in front of me was breathtakingly bizarre to behold.The way my cock reacted, though, confirmed that I’d just become a cuckold.
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