SPH Experiences: Being A Nice Guy
By John.
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As I went through puberty, I was obsessed with dicks. I realized mine was smaller. I couldn’t get enough of looking at them in porn. I liked girls, too. I did yard work in my neighborhood while I was in high school. There was an older man across the street whom I worked for.
He was heavy-set and bald. He would ask me about school and girls. He started exposing himself to me and asked me to show him my dick. We would jack off and suck each other’s dicks. I would get really turned on by how much bigger his cock was and would suck his cock with a passion. I loved hearing him groan as he came. For a time, I thought maybe I was gay.
I went on my first date as a senior in high school with an adorable girl. We made out. She would let me suck on her really nice tits, and she sucked me off. I swore off my Bi tendencies and went to college.
I met my wife in college. She admitted to not being a virgin. She had started sucking her boyfriend’s dicks in middle school and letting them rub their dicks on her pussy lips. When she was a teenager in high school, her Uncle’s wife was diagnosed with cancer, and she would go and stay to help with the kids.
The uncle began treating her as his wife, insisting she sleep in his bed. She admitted she enjoyed it and willingly fucked him. She described how big his cock was. We dated and started having sex within a month.
My mind was blown. We fucked all the time. We got married in our early 20s and started a family soon after.
The Bi leaning went away, and I thought it had just been a youthful experimentation.
The sex with my wife definitely decreased as time went on, but we have been happy. I would occasionally think about cock, though. I would secretly go to adult theaters and suck strangers’ cocks in the glory hole booths.
An older couple (Dave and Caroline) in our church is going through a divorce. We are friends, and he asked if he could stay with us temporarily while he gets back on his feet. Our children have grown up, and no one lives here in our multi-bedroom house anymore. So we said Sure.
He is 65 years old and a big man at over 6 feet tall. He is very masculine and confident with a goatee and short balding hair. He is a successful businessman. Dave started staying in one of our spare bedrooms. My wife and I know him well, and everything was friendly.
The three of us ate dinner and watched television every night. My wife dresses modestly, but at night usually would wear a nightgown or tank top and pajama pants before Dave moved in. Then she wore her street clothes until bedtime.
As the weeks and months have worn on, she started dressing in the tank tops and nightgowns again that clearly show her tits. Dave took notice as the friendly banter grew flirtatious. I have to be at work early, so I go to bed early. She began staying up with him after I turned in.
She would crawl into bed in the early morning hours. One night I stayed awake and snuck downstairs. They were in his bedroom with the door closed. I immediately heard the sounds of fucking. I was shocked but not surprised. I started getting turned on.
My little dick got as hard as I jacked off outside the door in my underwear.
I knew I wanted to suck his dick. I knew this was what I dreamed of—having my wife taken and fucked by a real man. Satisfying her like I couldn’t.
And I want to satisfy him. I’m hopelessly Bisexual and a cuckold.
Letting another man use my wife, I feel pathetic and embarrassed, but I know this is what I have probably always wanted.
The End.
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