Her Independence

By atlflirt.

For the remainder of the Antigua trip, Jackie did not want to spend time with Greg or Nancy and did her best to limit seeing them. Tension had formed between her and them after she gave Greg a blowjob in front of us on the beach. The few times we saw them, Jackie would only politely greet them in passing as if they were mere acquaintances instead of the couple closest to us for many years.

Once we returned home, we resumed our daily routines. Jackie and I did not discuss the Antigua trip or the growing division between Greg, Nancy, and us. Having been such good friends, I was concerned, but any attempt to broach the subject with Jackie was quickly shut down with the explanation of needing more time.

We have always attended the Fourth of July swim party, which Greg and Nancy regularly host at their home. However, Jackie informed me she did not want to go this year. Wishing to avoid a permanent rift between the two families, I decided to attend without her.

Greg and Nancy have friends from many different circles, so their parties are typically well-attended. There are several people that I only see when I’m at their parties. I felt a little out of place without Jackie, so I tried to enjoy reconnecting with some of the people I had not seen since the Christmas Party.

The party had lasted several hours and was beginning to wind down. I helped Greg clean up around the pool as Nancy accompanied the last departing guests to the door.

It had been at least twenty minutes before Nancy returned, and when she did, she was not alone.

“Look who’s heeere!” Nancy announced loudly as Greg and I collected trash left around the pool. Looking up, I saw Jackie standing beside Nancy.

Jackie’s unexpected arrival made me nervous. She had been harboring anxiety about sucking off Greg, and I didn’t know the intent of her visit.

Greg seemed less concerned with her sudden appearance. He smiled, walked over, and greeted Jackie with a big hug and kiss on her cheek. Greg immediately switched back into host mode and rattled off food and beverage choices for Jackie. Jackie followed Greg into the kitchen, smiling, leaving Nancy and me alone by the pool.

Nancy explained that Jackie showed up as she was sending off the last partygoers. Jackie told her that she’d been nervous about what had happened at the beach and had needed time to process it. They discussed it for about twenty minutes before coming to find Greg and me. Nancy assured me that Jackie everything would be fine.

Greg and Nancy returned with drinks in hand. Greg suggested we all get in the hot tub.

“I didn’t bring my suit,” Jackie informed us.

“That’s alright,” Greg assured her. “What’s the point of having a private hot tub if you can’t get naked?” he asked rhetorically, placing his thumbs in the waistband of his swimsuit and pushing them to his ankles, exposing his long thick cock. He stepped out of this suit and climbed into the hot tub.

I froze. Jackie had been so upset about what happened in Antiqua that I thought Greg had made a big mistake. I half expected her to turn and walk out. Instead, I stared in disbelief as Jackie began to disrobe. Greg watched and smiled as Jackie took off each article of clothing, folded it, and placed it on the nearby chair until she was nude. She stepped into the hot tub and took Greg’s outstretched hand as he invited her to sit next to him.

“Come with me,” Nancy spoke into my ear as she grasped my upper arm and pulled me away. She took me into a nearby bedroom, sat on the foot of the bed, and patted the spot beside her, signaling me to sit beside her.

“We need to give them some time alone,” Nancy explained. “Jackie and I had a good conversation while you and Greg were cleaning up.” She put her hand on the top of my thigh and began stroking it toward my knee as she continued, “Since the trip in Antigua, Jackie has been conflicted. She is upset with herself because she is so in love with you, but her desire to fuck someone has never been stronger since she had Greg in her mouth. She told me she couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s why she’s been avoiding us.

“Wow. I wish she would have told me,” I responded, taking it all in.

“She wasn’t ready to share it with you because she kept teetering on what to do about it, and she didn’t want you to have to deal with her indecisiveness.”

“And now?” I prompted.

“Jackie decided she wanted to fuck Greg before coming here today. She needs to experience sex with a big cock, and she wanted to do it today before she lost the nerve. That’s why she waited until everyone left before coming over.” Nancy explained. “When she arrived today, she asked me for my permission to fuck Greg and if I would talk to you.”

Nancy continued, “So here’s what is happening right now. As you know, Jackie and Greg are both naked in the hot tub. They are likely kissing, licking, and sucking on one another, but they are not fucking. Jackie is waiting to fuck Greg until she gets your blessing.”

Jackie will be horny and ready to fuck Greg, but whether she does or not is up to you. The decision is yours, but you will need to tell me so I can let her know. “If you decide you’re ok with it, I’ll bring Jackie here so you can tell her directly. If not, she’ll probably go home,” Nancy paused and looked me in the eye to see my reaction.

“Do you think I should do it?” I asked.

“It will be life-changing if you do,” she countered with an encouraging smile.

My head was spinning, and I had begun to sweat. This was a lot of information for me to process. Nancy waited patiently as I felt the pressure to sort it out in my head. I wondered how it would feel to see the love of my life having sex with one of my best friends. I had masturbated so many times, replaying Jackie sucking Greg at the beach, that I had difficulty recalling how I felt when it was happening.

Just then, I felt a hand on my erect penis. It startled me and pulled me out of my trance.

“Your little penis is hard,” Nancy taunted. “This excites you, doesn’t it? I remember how hard it spurted when you watched Greg empty his cock into Jackie’s mouth,” she continued. “I can see this turns you on. You want this, don’t you?” Nancy said as she teased my penis through my bathing suit with her fingers.

My mouth lost all moisture. I tried to speak, but it felt strange to move my tongue. I smacked my mouth, attempting to develop some saliva.

Noticing this, Nancy prodded, “What are you imagining you are doing with your mouth? Are you thinking about Greg’s big cock?”

I grimaced at her as I continued to struggle to wet my mouth.

“Maybe you are picturing his semen leaking out of Jackie’s pussy, and it makes you want to taste it,” she poked.

I shook my head, “No. No. No, no, no,” I trailed off. My mouth was finally damp enough to form words. “I am not gay!” I demanded.

“Of course, you’re not, dear. It’s not gay for you to want that,” Nancy replied assuringly.


I waited on the bed while Nancy fetched Jackie. I had just agreed to let her fuck Greg. My stomach lurched when I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

Jackie opened the door wrapped in a beach towel. She was alone. She smiled as she walked over and kneeled in front of me. She placed her hands on the sides of my face and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

Breaking off the kiss, she whispered, “Thank you,” and pushed me back onto the bed. With my legs hanging over the edge, I lifted my butt so she could pull my suit down and off. I was now fully nude, with my four-inch penis standing fully erect with its head glistening from its precum. She took it with her finger and thumb and began to stroke it while she eyed it curiously.

“It’s amazing. They can be so different,” she mused as she took my penis with her thumb and two fingers and masturbated me slowly. “Have you always known?” She asked, looking up at me.

“Have I always known what?”

“Have you always known you have a small penis?” she restated the question.

Jackie disrupted my pondering by answering for me, “Of course you have. How could you not? I mean, you’ve been in locker rooms with other men. You had to notice they were all larger than you.” She continued, “I never thought you had a big cock, but I can’t believe I never noticed just how small it is.” Then she lowered her head and took my entire penis in her mouth until her nose smashed against my body. With my penis entirely inside her mouth, she stuck her tongue out and flicked my balls.

After a few seconds, she lifted, released my penis, and stood up. She extended her hand, saying, “Ok. Switch places.” I took her hand as she pulled me to stand. She dropped her towel, and I could see she was nude underneath. She assumed the position I had just left, and I knelt at her feet, and she parted her legs, allowing me to place my face between them.

The smell of the mixture of chlorine from the hot tub and the juices from Jackie’s pussy filled my nostrils. I lowered my mouth and gently parted her lips with my tongue. Using the tip, I ran it from the bottom, dipping momentarily in her hole, up the channel to her plump clitoris. I flicked it with my tongue. Jackie was very turned on. Her clit was very sensitive, and she squeezed my head with her hands as I licked her into a very hot orgasm.

My penis ached as I rocked backward and sat on my feet. Naked and kneeling next to Jackie’s sprawled body, I looked up as there was a gentle knock at the door. “Come on in,” Jackie invited.

Greg walked through the door and straight toward me to stand between Jackie’s open legs. I had to lean out of the way as he positioned himself where I had been kneeling. I tried not to look directly at it as his fully erect, thick eight-inch cock was level with my face. It looked shiny as he stood there, pointing it at my face. I had to keep my head turned to the side to keep it from dragging across my cheek and mouth as I worked my way to my feet. I saw Nancy in the doorway, and she waved me toward her.

Nancy pulled me through the doorway and closed the door behind me. She sat us down on the deacon’s bench in the hallway against the wall of the room we had just left.

“Jackie needs to do this alone. She needs to let go and allow herself to be taken by Greg, and she can’t do that if she’s thinking about you watching her.”

“I understand,” I admitted disappointingly.

“If we sit here, we will be able to hear them. Trust me. They will be loud enough.

I nodded as my hand instinctively went to my penis.

“Don’t do that,” she admonished. “This will not be quick. Greg will last much longer than he did on the beach in Antigua. While you were in with Jackie, Greg had me suck him off and back hard again so he’d be ready to go a long time.”

Several minutes had passed before I heard the first noise from inside the room. Jackie’s sharp intake of breath was loud enough to be heard through the wall.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. ” I heard Greg assure her, “I’ll go slow.”

I continued to hear repeated sharp intakes of breath from Jackie. It sounded like he was working his penis into her. I pictured her legs spread and her arms locked against his thighs, trying to control his depth as I had seen in numerous big dick porn videos.

“It’s HUGE,” I heard Jackie say in a barely audible voice, snapping out of my daydream. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my gawwwwwd,” she said quickly. After a brief silence, we heard the telltale sound of skin slapping on skin.

“He’s inside of her now,” Nancy whispered to me, looking down at my penis as precum pooled atop the head, spilled over, and dribbled down the short shaft into another pool that was forming on the wood of the bench. “Are you ok?” she asked.

My stomach was twisted into a contorted mess as my sexual excitement bonded with my angst to form a new emotion I had never experienced.

We heard Jackie make a noise that started as a shortened scream and rolled into a growling, “Oooooooooooohhhhh.”

My penis twitched, and more precum oozed from its tip as Nancy said, “Oh, that sounded like an orgasm.” She mused, “I wonder if that was her first orgasm from intercourse alone.”

“Was Jackie a virgin when you started dating?” she asked.

“Yes. We both were,” I answered.

“That definitely was her first orgasm from fucking then,” she stated, settling the matter, “There’s no way she had an orgasm on your small penis.”

This hurt and excited me at the same time. I was as desperate to see them fucking as I was to cum. I stood up to enter the bedroom, and Nancy quickly snatched me back down. “You will stay here and listen as your wife experiences the best sex of her life,” she commanded. “You will sit there, and you will not touch yourself.”

Just then, we heard, “mmmmmmMMMmmph!” as Jackie moaned.

“Sounds like she’s about to come again,” Nancy narrated. “Your life has changed forever. After tonight, I don’t see how she will ever go without a proper cock.”

My stomach was wrenched in pain. My stiff penis ached and pulsed with the pangs in my gut.

Greg and Jackie had been fucking for over an hour when Greg’s grunts indicated he was finally cumming. Afterward, he opened the bedroom door and walked into the hallway, where Nancy and I sat listening. As he strode toward us, his cock hung low, and a dollop of semen swelled at the tip of its head and threatened to drip to the floor with each step. He stopped in front of us, and instinctively, Nancy sucked his wet cock into her mouth.

I watched her suck on his cock until she was satisfied it was clean. She kissed the head, signaling she was finished with her service.

I remained in my seat, with my hard penis still throbbing, and looking directly at Nancy, I awaited her permission to leave. Noticing my stare, she motioned me toward the bedroom with her head and eyes. Taking the cue, I left for the bedroom.

Jackie was sitting up on the bed with her back to the headboard. When I was close enough, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my chest, and pulled my back into her breasts as I sat between her outstretched legs. She took my leaky penis into her hand and began to masturbate me slowly.

“I love you very much. Thank you so much for supporting me. You are adorable,” she consoled. “You are very hard. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt you this hard,” she observed. “I’d ask you how you feel, but I think your little penis is telling me all I need to know.”

“Did you like hearing me get fucked by Greg?” she asked.

“Ye ye yes,” I stammered, feeling my balls begin to tighten.

“He made me cum so hard. Did you hear me when I came?” she continued.

“Yesssss,” I responded with a hiss.

“His big cock felt so good inside of me. It is so much bigger than I’m used to. It stretched out my tiny pussy. It may be a while before I am able to feel your little penis again,” she teased.

Jackie sped up her pace on my penis, causing my body to quiver. “I will need to be fucked like this again. Are you going to be ok with that?”

I didn’t answer. My body spasmed, and I was only able to emit guttural sounds.

“Of course, if I do it again, I may become addicted to Greg’s wonderful cock. If I become addicted, I will need him to fuck me with his big dick at least once or twice a week,” she predicted.

More guttural sounds as I twitched and tingled.

“If I get fucked by his big cock every week, I may never be able to feel your penis. If I can’t feel your penis inside of me, what would be the point of putting it in me?” she asked rhetorically as she described the path to my denial.

She quickened her rhythm on my penis.

“Do you want Greg to fuck me every week?”

“Please,” I answered in between short breaths.

“Do you want me to be addicted to his wonderful cock?”

“Yes,” I spluttered, “Please. Oh god, please,” as I ejaculated.

The first spurt splashed the underside of my chin. My penis shot two more ropes of sperm onto my stomach and chest and sputtered the remaining contents of my testicles onto Jackie’s fingers.


Friday evening marked the end of a long work week, and I was excited that the weekend had almost arrived. The last time Jackie and I had sex was before Greg fucked her on July fourth. I could tell that Jackie was getting randy, and I was excited to have sex again.

Walking in, I noticed the house was silent. It felt empty. Jackie?” I called out.

“In the bedroom,” she responded.

After I completed the routine I do every day when I get home, I went upstairs to our bedroom. Jackie was sitting on the bed with her back to the headboard, much like she was at Greg and Nancy’s just after Greg had finished fucking her for the first time.

Her hair was down, and she was wearing a neglige. Her nipples poked through, and I could see each breast through the sheer material. She held her arms open, inviting me to assume my position between them.

I began climbing onto the bed when she stopped me, saying, “No clothes.”

I removed my clothes as instructed, climbed onto the bed, and snuggled into her. Jackie wrapped one arm across my chest and the other across my midsection. Her hand found my already erect penis. Her fingers walked up my penis until her pointer and thumb found their place and began slowly stroking my little member.

“Mmmmm. It’s so little. Does that feel good?” she asked. Her voice was sultry. It was almost hypnotic. I nodded and let out a slight moan.

“Greg is coming over tomorrow,” she informed me.

My body straightened at this news, but Jackie soothed me back to form. “It’ll be ok. I want you to be there,” she whispered and resumed her two-finger handjob. “It would be best if you witnessed what Greg does to me. Do you want to be there? You do, don’t you?” she asked encouragingly.

I nodded.

“Of course you do,” she continued hypnotically, “You want to see Greg fuck me. You need to see Greg fuck me. You need to see his big cock stretch me.” She quickened her pace on my penis. “Don’t you want to see what I look like when I cum?” she prompted.

My hips bucked involuntarily from the sensations of her fingers mixed and her suggestive messages in my ear. I nodded again. A little quicker than before.

“That’s right. You need to see it. You need to see Greg’s long thick cock do things to me that your small dick could never do.” She tightened her arm around my chest and flexed the other as she increased the jacking motion to maximum speed. “You need to see what a real cock can do and why I made you a cuckold.”

I couldn’t take any more. My penis pulsed as it spewed small streams of semen onto my stomach.

“There you go, baby. That’s a good boy,” Jackie whispered reassuringly as she milked my penis until it shrunk so small that it slipped from her fingers. “Awwww,” she mewed.


I had never heard Jackie use the term cuckold before. I had seen cuckold porn on the internet, so I generally knew what it meant.

I woke early the following day. While Jackie was still asleep, I went downstairs, opened my laptop, and began researching cuckolding. I needed to understand the full extent of what it entailed.

I found a wide variety of resources on the topic. Some were porn fodder. Exaggerated cuckold scenarios put to video. They were shot in porn studios by professional actors. Others were of the amateur variety. Videos of wives fucking well-hung men while their husbands filmed. These videos were hot, and I would certainly watch them later while masturbating, but I needed to find information on cuckolding or blog posts documenting someone’s experience.

I eventually discovered a website dedicated to information about cuckold marriages. Its articles explaining the many facets of cuckolding were enlightening. I read the Introduction to Cuckolding article and continued down its list of articles in the order suggested. I learned about denial, chastity, interracial cuckolding, and domineering bulls.

I read for more than an hour before a notification signaled someone on the website wanted to chat with me. Curious, I clicked on the notification, and it opened up a chat window.

The user’s handle was clairesHubby. My handle was guest213. It was chosen for me because I didn’t have an account.

clairesHubby: Hello there. My name is john. How are you?

guest213: I’m fine.

clairesHubby: Are you in a cuckold relationship?

guest213: I think so.

clairesHubby: What do you mean?

guest213: My wife fucked our friend over the summer. She told me last night that she will fuck him again today.

clairesHubby: LOL. Yeah, you’re a cuckold. How do you feel about that?

guest213: It feels like shit!

clairesHubby: Haha. I can understand that. Was it your idea for her to fuck him?

guest213: No. Not at all.

clairesHubby: Interesting. You must have a small dick.

guest213: I guess so. She keeps calling it “little penis.”

clairesHubby: How small is it?

guest213: About 4 inches

I wasn’t sure why I was telling this stranger about my situation, but I found it relieved a little stress.

Mulling over the chat conversation, I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a biscotti. I looked down at my laptop and saw that he asked, “What time is her lover coming?”

Who was this guy? Why did he want to know about me? Was he a cuckold? His handle, clairesHubby, suggests that he is the “Hubby” belonging to Claire. I guess that could mean he’s Claire’s cuckold. I decided to ask.

“Are you a cuckold?” I typed in the chat, but it looked like he’d gone offline.


Just after lunch, Jackie was in the bathroom taking a bath when the doorbell chimed. I could see through the glass in the door that it was Greg. He was alone.

I opened the door and asked, “Where’s Nancy?”

Stepping past me, he replied, “She’s at home. Why? Will you need her?”

He didn’t say it, but I knew he was asking if I would need Nancy to console me while he was fucking my wife.

“No,” I answered meekly.

“She in the bedroom?” he asked.

“She’s in the bath,” I answered.

“Perfect. Don’t come up until we call for you,” he commanded as he made his way upstairs to our bedroom.

What the fuck just happened? Greg’s demeanor was different. Of course, Greg could be a bit arrogant, as he is rich, tall, good-looking, and the owner of a thick 8-inch cock, but he had never been dismissive of me before.

My mind was reeling. I had lied. I needed Nancy, and she wasn’t here. I grabbed my laptop and went to the cuckold site I had visited earlier.

I saw that clairesHubby was online again, but my handle had changed. I was no longer guest213. I was now guest549. Shit! I had to explain to him who I was to pick up the conversation. I registered to the site and chose loverHer as my username.

loveHer: Hey, John. We spoke earlier today. I was guest213.

clairesHubby: I remember. What’s your name?

loveHer: Spencer.

clairesHubby: Nice to meet you, Spencer. What time is your wife’s lover coming over?

loveHer: He’s here now.

clairesHubby: Oh shit! Where are they?

loveHer: They are in the bedroom. I am downstairs.

clairesHubby: Are they fucking right now?

loveHer: I don’t think so. I haven’t heard anything yet. He just got here a few minutes ago.

clairesHubby: Are you going to try to listen to them?

loveHer: He said they would let me know when to come to the room.

clairesHubby: Wow! Are they going to let you watch?

loveHer: My wife told me she wants me to watch.

clairesHubby: Does she want you to clean her?

loveHer: Do you mean lick her afterward?

clairesHubby: Yes. Lick her pussy after he cums inside of her.

loveHer: I have zero desire to do that! I don’t really want to watch, to be honest. I’m doing what I can to stay married, so I’m trying to do what makes her happy.

clairesHubby: I understand that. How did she meet this guy?

loveHer: He and his wife are our good friends.

clairesHubby: Does his wife know he’s fucking yours?

loveHer: Yes. The first time he fucked her, she sat with me outside of the room and masturbated me while they fucked inside.

clairesHubby: That’s so hot! Is she there now?

loveHer: No. He came alone. I have to go. They are calling me.

I closed the laptop. They hadn’t called me yet, but I was getting nervous about the chat and what was about to happen upstairs. I got up from the table and paced around the room, trying to calm myself. Then it happened.

“Spencer!” I heard Jackie beckon me. I took a deep breath and made my way up the staircase.

Jackie was standing at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a transparent white robe over a matching bra and panty set I had never seen before. She looked stunning. I was as attracted to her at that moment as I had ever been in our twenty-three-year marriage. She stood staring straight ahead in anticipation of what would happen next.

“Cuck, go undress your wife for me to fuck,” Greg commanded, looking at me sternly as he waited for me to comply.

Greg and I are buddies. We’d been close friends before either of us married, and he’d never spoken to me in such a tone. It was so dominant that I instinctively followed his order without considering the implications.

I stepped in front of Jackie, facing her. I looked into her eyes, but she looked past me and would not allow us to make eye contact. Like Greg, Jackie also seemed to be in character.

Each of us had a part to play in this sexual adventure. Greg was the dominant bull, Jackie was the willing wife, and I was the submissive cuckold. It was not planned, coordinated, or even discussed between us, but we all knew our roles.

My heart raced, my erect penis pressed the front of my khakis, and my stomach pinched slightly as I untied Jackie’s sheer robe and opened it wide and over her shoulders. I let go allowing it to fall in a heap behind her feet. I could see the goosebumps form on her forearms. I stepped closer, hugged my arms around her, and took the clasp of her bra in my hands. I unhooked it, pulled the lacy aqua bra straps forward and off her arms, and placed the bra on the dresser behind me. Turning back to Jackie, I kneeled in front of her with my face level with her panties. Like her bra, they were aqua and lined with lace. They had a lacy front where I could see the dark patch of her pubic hair showing through it. I hooked my fingers into the waistband at her hips and pulled the panties slowly down, exposing her manicured, thick brown bush. I could smell her sex. She was ready to be taken. I held the panties at her ankles, allowing her to step out with each foot.

Jackie sat on the bed and laid back, spreading her legs in front of me. I was positioned between her knees and was staring straight at her pussy. Her pubic hair curled around her labia and into the fold. The hair closest to her opening was dark with dampness. She was already very wet and ready to be taken. As if in a trance, I leaned in to taste her sex like I had many times before, but Greg interjected before I touched her pussy with my mouth.

“Out of the way, cuck.”

Snapping out of it, I turned to find myself in the same position I was in the bedroom at Greg and Nancy’s, on my knees, my face level with Greg’s huge hard cock.

Kneeling between Jackie’s knees with Greg’s cock hovering to my right, I had little room as I attempted to get to my feet. I faltered and fell toward Greg. I lurched forward and grabbed his hips with both hands. The top of my head hit his abdomen, and his cock stabbed me in the chin. Greg grabbed me under my armpits and helped me stand.

With a little laugh, Greg asked if I was ok and then instructed me to hold Jackie’s legs for him. I sat beside Jackie and placed my hands behind her knees, pulling her thighs up and open so her lower legs folded over my hands. I watched in awe as Greg positioned himself between her legs and began rubbing the bulbous head of his cock up and down her wet slit. She jumped a little each time he dragged his head across her clit. With each up-and-down stroke, he shortened the length of the swipe honing in until his head easily popped into her hole.

Greg pushed his cock a little into her as Jackie took a quick breath. I imagined it would take some time for Jackie to adjust to the size of his cock as it intruded into her pussy, but she took half of him in the first stroke and the rest of him a moment later. I was mesmerized watching Greg push his cock into my wife and pull it almost out. I could see the white sticky substance her pussy left on his cock. Her body reacted to him fucking her like it never had for me.

“I got it from here,” Greg said. “Go sit over there in the corner,” he ordered.

One of our kitchen chairs had been placed in the corner of the room. I obediently moved to it and sat down. Not having received permission to undress or masturbate, I braced my arms on the rests of the chair to prevent myself from absentmindedly rubbing my penis through my pants.

As Greg increased his rhythm, Jackie’s breathing became sharp and quick. I was bearing witness to the sounds I had heard through the wall the last time they had sex. As Jackie neared her first climax, my penis tightened and released, matching Greg’s strokes. Suddenly, Jackie pushed her chest into the air, dropping her head to the bed as her body contended with the orgasm that permeated through it. Seeing this, my breath stopped except for a small whimper, my penis tightened, and its head numbed over as I almost ejaculated in my pants. As her climax subsided, Jackie’s chest collapsed to the bed, and I exhaled and relaxed my penis enough to stay its orgasm.

Greg never missed a beat as he continued his assault on Jackie’s pussy. Her legs still in his hands, he turned her over to one side without pulling out or breaking stride. They fucked in that position for a few minutes before Greg pulled out, stepped onto the bed, walked over, and stood at the center facing me. Jackie rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to him without a word. She walked her hands up his legs until they found his cock. She grabbed it with both hands and, balancing herself on her knees, proceeded to stuff his cock into her mouth. Because her back was to me, I could only see her head bob as she stroked him with her mouth.

After a few minutes, Greg pulled out of her mouth and lay on the bed. Jackie crawled onto him, grabbed his cock with one hand, and positioned her body over it, and she slowly lowered down, impaling herself with his massive member. Then she began to raise and lower herself onto him rhythmically. She would push down each time, ensuring she took all of his dick. With each bounce, her juices excreted from her pussy and leaked down his heavy ballsack.

Greg allowed Jackie to control the pace for a while but then grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and lifted her up and down as if he was using her pussy as a masturbation toy. She evidently enjoyed this as her breathing quickened and was accented with a faint little scream with every down stroke.

I was glued to the spectacle in front of me. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and beads ran down the sides of my face. The embarrassment and angst feelings I had before were gone. Lust was my only emotion. I wanted to cum, but I didn’t dare touch myself. I did not want to risk Greg noticing because I did not want the action to stop even for a moment.

Greg lifted Jackie off of his penis and sat her at his side. Then he got to his knees, facing me. Understanding what he wanted, Jackie positioned herself in front of him. Bent over on her hands and knees, Jackie looked up at me and smiled. It was the first time she acknowledged me since I entered the room. Greg placed his left hand on her ass and held his cock with the other as he aimed and pushed it into her with a single thrust. Jackie closed her eyes, and her smile was replaced with a grimace as her body lunged forward. He pulled out slowly and thrust deep back into her again. He continued the slow withdrawals, followed by the quick deep thrusts for several more strokes until he settled into an even cadence.

I could look right into Jackie’s face and see the swirling emotions representing themselves in her facial expressions. Her face contorted from a wide-eyed opened-mouthed expression of surprise to a squinted-eyed and clenched-teeth expression of pain to a closed-eyed smile expression of pleasure. She eventually fixed her face into an expression of concentration. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. Her breaths shortened, and the accompanying faint screams grew more pronounced. My involuntary squeezing and releasing of my penis matched the tempo of their fucking.

“I’m cumming in your wife,” Greg exclaimed as he slammed his pelvis into her ass and held it there as he expelled his spunk deep inside her.

“Eegrrrggghhhheheeghhgg!” Janice groaned as her eyes screwed up, and she gnashed her teeth in the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen.

Seeing this, my whole body flexed. My penis was as tight as I’d ever felt, and despite not releasing it, I could feel it spurt out jets of cum into my underwear.

Greg and Janice both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess.

I had come so hard that I sat with my head hanging and breathing as if I had just completed a run. There was a wet stain in the groin of my khakis, and it was growing.

“Oh shit!” Greg guffawed when he noticed my state of disarray. “Did you cum in your pants?” he asked, continuing to laugh.

I looked up and saw Jackie staring at me inquisitively. I went flush with embarrassment. I could not respond.

“Good job, cuck,” Greg said with a laugh as he got off the bed and left to get cleaned up.

“Leave him alone!” Jackie shot back at Greg. With a sympathetic tone, she turned to me and asked, “Did you? It’s ok if you did.”

I nodded shamefully.

“Awwww. That’s ok, baby,” she said. Lying on her stomach facing me, she explained, “I can’t come over there because I’m full of Greg’s cum, and it will get everywhere.” She patted the bed beside her, “Come here,” she beckoned.

I could feel the cold, wet semen when my underwear touched my body as I stood up. It started to seep down my inner thigh. I walked awkwardly to the bed and lay on my back beside her.

Jackie rolled over onto her side, facing me. She reached over and dragged her fingernails up and down the front of my shirt. She unbuttoned the shirt, exposing my bare chest. She resumed dragging her fingernails up and down my chest.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“mmhmm,” I quickly replied.

She unbuckled my belt and then the button of my khakis. She slid her hand inside, discovering the wetness.

“You did cum without touching yourself, didn’t you?”

I sheepishly replied that I had.

“Take those off,” she ordered, pointing to my pants.

I lifted my hips and slid my pants and underwear over my knees and down to my ankles. Even in its flaccid state, my penis stood straight out. Approximately one inch in length, my penis was covered with semen. Wet in some places and dried and crusty in others, Jackie giggled as she grabbed my penis with her finger and thumb and attempted to stroke it.

It didn’t take long before I was erect once again. Jackie started slowly masturbating me as she whispered in my ear.

“You must have been really turned on seeing Greg fuck me to cum in your pants like that.” Feeling me get harder, she asked, “When did it happen?”

“When you came,” I answered.

“Which time?”

“The last time,” I said reluctantly, “when Greg came inside of you.” It was humiliating to admit that I had cum without touching myself from watching another man cum inside my wife.

“Oh ho ho ho, yeah. That was a big orgasm,” she responded.

She stared at my penis as she continued stroking it methodically. She seemed lost in thought. I wondered what she was thinking when she asked abruptly, “Do you want Greg to keep fucking me?”

I lifted my head to look at her, but she continued to stare at my penis. “I know Greg wants to keep fucking me, and I want Greg to keep fucking me, so the only question is do you want Greg to keep fucking me?” she expounded on her question.

She wasn’t asking if she could have sex with Greg again or if she could fuck Greg regularly. I didn’t answer right away.

“It’s amazing how much bigger he is than you,” she mused as she flicked my penis, causing it to bounce. “Is it ok, baby? Can I keep fucking Greg?” she asked again. “I never realized how small you really are,” she continued indiscriminately as she patted the head with her palm.

Then she quickly grasped my penis and closed it in her fist. She squeezed tight so that the head, which barely peeked out of the top of her hand, turned purple.

“CAN I KEEP FUCK-ING GREG?” she demanded, squeezing my penis with each syllable.

“Yes!” I relented, “Yes. Of course, you can keep fucking him.”

“Good,” she said, releasing her death grip on my penis. “Be a doll and draw me a bath,” she said with an inflection at the end to make it sound like a request even though it wasn’t.


I walked downstairs the following day with the aroma of pancakes hanging in the air. Jackie served me a breakfast plate filled with eggs, sausage links, pancakes, and hashbrowns with a smile and a little pep in her step.

“You’re on cloud nine,” I commented. “Should I assume it is because of what happened yesterday?”

“That and what’s going to happen today,” she said as she pranced from spot to spot while she cleaned the kitchen.

I was still trying to reconcile recent events and how they would change our marriage, so I was almost afraid to ask, “What’s happening today?”

“Greg’s coming over,” she responded joyfully.

I felt my stomach twist into a big knot. I had not yet wrapped my head around the implications of my agreeing to let Jackie “keep fucking Greg,” and he was already coming over less than 24 hours later to fuck my wife again. Maybe he was coming over for some other reason; I tried to rationalize to myself.

“So why are Greg and Nancy coming over?” I asked hopefully.

“Don’t be silly. You know why Greg is coming over. Nancy won’t be coming. Not this time.” Jackie didn’t turn to look at me or pause her cleaning and jovial prancing as she answered.

Janice finished cleaning the kitchen. Before she made her way upstairs, presumably to prepare for Greg’s arrival, she paused on the first stair, turned to me, and said, “Greg will be here at noon. He wants you to serve us lunch, so you may want to start thinking about what you’ll make now in case you need time to go to the grocery store.” Without waiting for a response, she hurried up the stairs.

I was dazed. After eating, I sat at the table for a while, trying to wrap my head around what was happening to me. I needed to discuss this with someone.


loveHer: Hi there. It’s me again.

loveHer: I see that you’re offline, but I figured I’d send you some messages for when you return

loveHer: My wife had sex with Greg again. They had me watch this time. He’s coming over again today. She told me that I needed to serve them lunch.

loveHer: They just fucked yesterday, and she already wants to fuck him again?!? I don’t know if I can deal with this.

clairesHubby: Hi.

loveHer: Hey.

clairesHubby: I’m reading what you wrote.

clairesHubby: Ok. Caught up. So they let you watch them yesterday.

loveHer: Yes.

clairesHubby: Good. She wants you to be involved. That’s a good thing.

loveHer: He had me undress her.

clairesHubby: What else happened?

loveHer: They fucked. He came in her.

clairesHubby: Now that she’s getting the sex she needs from someone else, I think it would benefit you to find ways to stay involved with her sexually.

clairesHubby: I know you said you have no desire to do it, but you should consider licking her pussy after he has sex with her.

loveHer: why?

clairesHubby: It’s very common for cuckolds to do, and her pussy will be very sensitive, so it will be easy for you to give her an orgasm.

loveHer: I have given her plenty of orgasms from licking her, but apparently, that wasn’t enough for her.

clairesHubby: Sure, but don’t you want to be a part of her sex life?

loveHer: I want to be the only part of her sex life.

clairesHubby: That ship has sailed. You need to accept that she will always want to fuck someone with a bigger dick than yours. Oral sex is the best way for you to satisfy her. When she goes to bed, wouldn’t you rather the last orgasm she had come from you instead of someone else?

loveHer: Of course. It wouldn’t be a big deal if he didn’t come inside her.

clairesHubby: Doing it after he comes inside her is the point. It shows her that you accept what happened. My wife loves it.

loveHer: I don’t know if I can do that.

clairesHubby: You should try it. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Next time after they finish, don’t say anything and walk over to her and go down on her.

loveHer: Do you like it?

clairesHubby: I do. Mainly because she loves it so much, and it keeps us connected. I have to run, but let me know what happens.

loveHer: ok. bye.


I had spent the morning contemplating the advice I’d received. I looked it up on the internet and found creampie videos and articles about “creampie cleanup,” I discovered it was called. It seemed to be incredibly common in cuckolding. I had to admit that it was a little bit of a turn-on.

Greg arrived at noon as expected. I invited him in and directed him to the dining room, where I had put out place settings for the three of us. I had purchased fried chicken and sides from the grocery store deli for lunch.

“Um, thanks, but I think we’ll wait to eat until after,” he informed me, and without another word, he headed upstairs to the bedroom.

While I didn’t expect this, I understood. I would rather eat after sex than before as well. Not knowing how long they would be, but expecting it to be at least an hour, I put the chicken and fixings in the refrigerator and went into the family room to watch television. I kept the volume low. I wasn’t sure if they’d call me in to watch, and I didn’t want to miss it if they did.

A sitcom was playing on the television, but my mind was elsewhere. I was toggling between listening for sounds from upstairs and debating internally about performing creampie cleanup.

I was trying to convince myself that I needed to lick Jackie’s pussy after Greg finished inside her. Yesterday, Jackie was facing away from me, so I didn’t see what she looked like, full of Greg’s semen. I was trying to picture it when I heard Jackie call me from upstairs.

I shut off the television and made my way up the staircase. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was still unsure if I could lick Greg’s sperm from my wife’s pussy, but I was excited to see them fuck.

When I opened the bedroom door, I expected to be told to undress Jackie or sit in the corner chair since that happened yesterday. I was not prepared for what I saw.

Greg and Jackie were lying on the bed. They glistened in sweat, and his arm was around her shoulder as she snuggled into him. Jackie was absentmindedly raking her nails over his semi-flaccid cock. It looked as if he had just ejaculated because a string of cum connected his thigh to the tip of his penis. Jackie’s legs were parted, her feet flat on the bed and her knees in the air. I could see the folds of her vulva had a white blob of semen gathering behind them. My eyes followed from Jackie’s pussy, up her torso to her face, and I saw her looking at me with a big beautiful smile. It was clear that they were expecting me to clean her.

I anticipated being able to watch them have sex before having to make my decision. I also expected that they would not know I was considering cleaning her, so they would not have noticed if I had decided not to go through with it.

They were both staring at me, waiting to see my reaction. Deciding I had little choice, I stepped to the bed and crawled up, placing my face between her legs.

The waft of sex penetrated my nostrils. It smelled like a mixture of musk, semen, and the unmistakable aroma of her pussy. I could feel my penis erect and push into the mattress below me.

I hesitantly reached out with my tongue and touched the hood covering her clitoris. I flicked my tongue over the hood and touched the clit underneath. I felt Jackie’s hand rest on my head and push down just enough for me to know what she wanted. I lowered my aim and dabbed my tongue through her lips and onto the gob of cum that hung there. I did not taste anything. I dabbed again, and still nothing. I pointed my tongue and licked up from the bottom of her vagina to her clit. A strand pulled away from the dollop of sperm, stuck to the tip of my tongue, and snapped off as I pulled it into my mouth. For the first time, I tasted another man’s semen. It was a pungent, bitter taste.

Jackie moaned, and I felt her hand reposition to the back of my head and pull me into her. I repeated the motion of my last lick and grabbed more from the cum glob.

I was doing it. I was cleaning my wife’s creampie. I abandoned all insecurities and became determined to do a good job. I licked upward again but placed my mouth over her hole and sucked. I suctioned in the ball of sperm I had been tonguing and swallowed.

“That’s it, cucky. Lick up that cum,” Greg jeered, and I felt his hand join Jackies at the back of my head.

I continued to suck and lick at her hole until I could only taste Jackie’s juices. I lapped upward and concentrated on her clit. I reached around and looped my arms around her thighs, pressing my head into her. I felt Greg remove his hand as Jackie’s breathing sped up.

I tongued her button with every ounce of talent I could muster. I was set on giving her the best climax I’d ever given. Jackie writhed on the bed as I ate her to orgasm.

Jackie placed her palm on my forehead and pushed my head away. Getting up, I realized Greg wasn’t there. Jackie looked at me with a relaxed smile and said, “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I answered. I had mixed emotions. Jackie affirming her love for me was something I needed to hear, and though I had just consumed another man’s sperm from her vagina, I felt closer to her than I had in months.

I followed her out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. Neither she nor Greg bothered to dress. Greg had already removed the fried chicken, beans, and potatoes from the refrigerator and warmed them up. He was sitting completely naked at the kitchen table, eating. I made a plate for Jackie and one for me and then sat and ate with them.

Despite Greg and Jackie eating in the nude, everything felt normal. I felt comfortable for the first time since our vacation in Antigua. I think it was because the feeling of belonging to Jackie had returned. Though it was in a very different role, I had a place with her again.


The End.


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