I have had the “threesome” fantasy since puberty. When I was single, I was lucky to have one sexual partner, much less two at the same time. Once married and I had sex almost any time I wanted, I started pressuring my wife Susan to experiment in the bedroom. I brought up the idea of a threesome several times, but she seemed exhibited no interest whatsoever. I was however persistent. I of course wanted to have sex with two women at the same time. Susan’s excuse for opposing the idea was she was “insecure.” Scheming for a way to get the ball rolling, I suggested we invite a man to join us. I had zero interest in having a sex with another man r sharing Susan, but I figured if I gave her something, maybe she’d return the favor. I was surprised when Susan did not dismiss the idea out of hand but would “think about it.”
A few days later, we were relaxing on a Friday night and had just opened a second bottle of wine, when Susan brought up the subject again. Her opening gambit was, “If we were to have a threesome, could I choose the other person?” Keen to keep the conversation going, I replied, “Of course.! Did you have someone in mind?” She elaborated, “I’ve been thinking about. There is a man I am somewhat attracted to. You have not met him. He is the masseuse I use at the gym.” I suddenly felt a pang of insecurity, “Tell me more about him.” She described Jason as a physically fit man who seemed to have a nice personality. She also noted that he had already seen her “near naked.” I was starting to have second thoughts, but I nonetheless suggested Susan broach the idea with Jason, and Susan agreed.
On Wednesday morning at breakfast, Susan reminded me that she had her weekly appointment with the masseuse, “Bill, I have an appointment with Jason this morning. Do you still want me to bring up the subject of a threesome with him?” I thought about it a minute and somewhat reluctantly agreed to move forward. It was ironic that that I was the one who brought the subject up and Susan was hesitant, and now our roles seemed to be reversed. Susan smiled and almost seemed enthusiastic.
Although I was naturally curious about how the conversation had gone, after work that evening, it was Susan who brought the subject first. “I spoke with Jason this morning, Bill.” I asked how it went. “Jason seemed interested but suggested it would be unprofessional to discuss the subject during my massage. I suggested that I could invite him over for a drink. He agreed, but he would like to meet just with me first. Is that okay?” I did not feel completely comfortable with her meeting with him alone. Susan assured me that they would just talk. After setting some boundaries, I agreed that Susan could meet Jason at our home on Monday. I would “work late.”
I touched base with Susan on Monday afternoon. We exchanged a few texts, reiterating the parameters, and specifically “no sex.” Rather than working late, I went to a bar. Susan said Jason was coming at 6:00 and she’d text me when it was safe to come home. By 8:00, I was four G&Ts in when I received a text from Susan, “Come home. Jason is still here.” I called myself an Uber and was at the house about thirty minutes later. When I arrived, Jason’s car was in the driveway, a Mustang. It felt strange to enter my own home, almost as if I had to knock first, but then I dismissed the idea as ridiculous. Jason and Susan were in the living room. I walked towards Jason with my hand outstretched and Jason stood up and shook it. His grip was strong. He was taller and bigger than me. His physical build I suppose was not surprising as he was a gym rat. “Hello Bill, I am Jason.” I welcomed him to our home, which seemed strange at the time because he was effectively on a date with my wife. Looking for an excuse to break the ice, I suggested I needed a drink and asked if he wanted one. “I good, Bill, but feel free to imbibe.” I didn’t really need another drink but went to the bar and poured myself one anyway.
When I returned, Jason was blunt, “I am attracted to Susan, Bill. How do you feel about me having sex with her?” I lied to Jason, “I am fine with it.” Turning to Susan I asked, “How do you feel about sex with Jason?” Looking at Jason, Susan was clear, “I would very much like to have sex with him.” Sealing the deal. I suppose, I said, “When should we do this?” Susan replied for both, “Jason does not know you very well, Bill, so he and I would like to have sex together first. You can of course watch.” I seemed like my plan to have sex with two women was spiraling out of control. Somehow that plan had morphed to my wife having sex with a man without me. Susan could see panic in my eyes, stood up and gave me a hug, whispering in my ear, “Come on, it will be fun. I know you’re a closet voyeur.” I reluctantly agreed it would be okay. I wanted to set some parameters, but everything was moving so quickly. I asked again, “When?” and Susan responded, “Now, Sweety.” With that she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Jason stayed in the living room.
There was a dining room chair in the bedroom, sitting in the corner. “Let’s get you ready first, Dear. We thought this would feel more natural if we were all naked. Would you take your clothes off, please?” Without giving me a chance to respond, she began undressing me. A few moments later, I stood before her naked. “Have a seat, Honey.”, and she guided me to sit in the chair. Once seated, Susan kneeled in front of me and explained, “Jason would feel more comfortable if you were restrained. Apparently, he had a bad experience once in a similar situation. Susan took a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket, cuffs we had previously used in our play. She rubbed my penis as she convinced me it would be fun. I started to get an erection. Once excited she brought my hands behind my back and I felt the cuffs close around my wrists. Susan left me in that vulnerable position as she went to get Jason. Both were naked when they returned to the bedroom. Jason’s cock was flaccid, but clearly more than twice my size.
Jason French kissed Susan while she fondled his penis. My own growing erection suddenly became limp. After a moment, the muscular man lifted Susan effortlessly and laid her on the edge of the bed that was facing me. It was clear he wanted me to have a good view. Once seated, Susan spread her legs invitingly. I noticed she and shaved her pubic hair. She had prepared herself for sex. Jason kneeled in front of her and began performing cunnilingus. Susan threw her head back and leaned on her elbows. She moaned and a few minutes later had an explosive orgasm in which her legs shook while she squealed like a wild animal. It wouldn’t be the only orgasm she would have that evening. I frequently went down on Susan, but she never had an orgasm like the one Jason had given her. Giving Susan a minute to recover, Jason stood. Susan dropped to her knees in front of him. They were turned towards me such that I got a clear view of Susan take Jason’s semi-erect cock in her mouth. Susan occasionally sucked my dick, but she never gave me an enthusiastic blowjob. This was not the case with Jason. She gave him a wet, slobbering blowjob while stroking his cock. Growing erect, he was much too large for her to accommodate all his cock, but she was clearly giving it her best shot.
After several minutes of sucking his dick, Jason helped Susan to her feet and into bed. Jason joined her, rolling her over to her hands and knees, he prepared to take her doggie style. Susan’s pussy was unprepared for such a large cock, so he moved slowly. At first, only half his cock was used to fuck her. While half his cock was about the length of mine, his cock was perhaps four times the girth, so Susan struggled to take him in. However, twenty minutes later Jason’s whole cock was inside her. Still slowly pumping in and out, Susan moaned loudly. Susan was never very vocal when we had sex, so she made sounds I was unfamiliar with. Ten minutes later Jason had picked up the pace. Susan was clearly in ecstasy. She began to cry out in rhythm with Jason’s thrusts and suddenly she experienced a second massive orgasm. Susan never had an orgasm while we fucked. She always finished herself off with a vibrator. Jason seemed closed to orgasm. I heard him ask where she wanted him to cum. I was shocked when she shouted, “I my mouth.” Susan had never tasted my semen. Jason pulled out, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and ejaculated in her mouth. He stepped aside as if to give me a clear view of his handiwork. Semen was dripping from her lips as Susan smiled at me. I looked on in horror as she swallowed his cum, licked her lips, and then cleaned his still-hard cock with her mouth.
Jason and Susan cuddled in the bed for what seemed like an hour when Susan started playing with his cock. Stroking it until hard again she asked, “Are you ready for round two?” He responded, “Yes, Ma’am.” After fucking her Missionary for a few minutes, Susan reached for a tube of lube, and I heard her ask Jason to fuck her ass. We had tried anal once, but Susan said she didn’t like it. Jason pulled out of her cunt, squirted some lube on his fingers, and began to loosen up her asshole. As before, when he first fucked her pussy, he was gentile and moved slowly. He worked his way up to three fingers with a twisting motion to loosen the muscles. Three fingers were barely the size of the head of his cock. Nonetheless, he pushed Susan’s legs up to her chest and began probing her anus. The head popped in relatively easily. He left it in place while sucking her nipples, and then began pushing the rest of himself in. Moving a fraction of an inch deeper with each pass in and out, after ten minutes or so half is cock was inside her. He recognized she was clearly struggling to accept him, and at one point asked if she wanted to continue. She responded in a hush tone, “Yes, I want all of your cock in my ass.” He pressed on and fifteen minutes later was pounding her ass as she moaned in the same way she did when he fucked her pussy. Once again, he asked just before he came, and she told him to leave his cock in her butt. I believe he was the first man to ever cum in her ass,
They did not cuddle after the ass fucking and instead both went to shower together. I sat cuffed on the chair, listening to them giggle while they washed each other. After a few minutes, they came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels. Jason threw me a glance and said, “Thanks, Buddy.” He then kissed Susan, then went to the living room where he presumably dressed. I heard the front door open and close, and his car start and drive away. In the meantime, Susan dressed for bed. While doing so, she peppered me with questions. It seemed odd that she did not release me right away.
“Was it what you expected, Dear?” I replied ambiguously that it was a new experience, and it would take me time to process what had happened. “Can you uncuff me now?”, I asked. She replied, in a minute, after we’ve finished our conversation. “Did you enjoy watching Jason fucking me?” I responded the same way. She followed up, “I enjoyed it very much and would like to do it again. Would that be okay with you?” I asked if I could participate. I thought about her being sodomized by Jason and imagined scenes of double penetration, but those fantasies were quickly dismissed. Susan replied, “Actually, Jason and I have some chemistry. Could we do the same thing again?” I realized I was losing control and asked, “You mean you want an open marriage?” I thought for a minute, and even though women were not flocking to be my sexual partner, I imagined I could have some fun. Susan made it clear that she was not comfortable with me having sex with other people. I wanted to take her to task for the double-standard, but it was a little difficult to do while handcuffed. She asked, “Do you know what a cuckold is?” I knew exactly what I cuckold was, but feigned ignorance. Offering a definition, she said, “The old definition if a cuckold is a man of an adulterous wife, but that doesn’t really apply to us does it, because I didn’t cheat on you. I had your permission to fuck Jason, didn’t I?” I nodded affirmative.
Susan sat down on the floor in front of me with her legs crossed and said, “There is a modern definition of cuckold. Cuckold as a fetish. As a fetish, a cuckold is complicit in his wife’s sexual activities outside the marriage. This better describes you, doesn’t it?” I hesitated to answer. Susan seemed to be leading me further down a path that I might not be able to return from. She continued, “When you asked to have a threesome, I was curious about your fantasies, so I looked at your browser history. You have a very dirty mind. You seem to enjoy watching cuckold porn.” She stood up and walked behind the chair, started to rub my shoulders, and continued, “Are you a cuckold, Sweety?” I hung my head in shame. She gently grasped my hair and pulled my head back, so we were face-to-face and repeated, Are you a cuckold?” I said yes. She returned my head to an upright position and stepped in front of me again, asking, “Tell me about cuckold porn.” I did not know what to say. She began to prompt me, “What are the lovers of the wives called?” I sat silent. “A bull?” I nodded yes. Do bulls have bigger cocks than cuckolds?” “Yes”, I replied. “Like Jason’s cock is bigger than yours?” “Yes” I could see where she was going with this now. “Do cuckolds have penetrative sex with their wifes?” “No” She asked, “What kind of sex do they have?” I sat silent. “Does he lick pussy?” “Yes” “Does he lick assholes?” “Yes” “Does he suck cock?” I sat silent. “Do they wear cock cages?” I looked up. Susan was holding a chastity device. I had never seen one in real life, only in porno videos. Susan asked, “Do you want to be my cuckold?” I didn’t answer but instead stared at the ground in humiliation.
Susan put her finger under my chin and lifted it until we made eye contact. “This is all a bit overwhelming, isn’t it, Sweetheart?” I weakly nodded my head yes. Holding out the cock cage she asked, “Will you wear this for me?” I asked if she would let me out of it when I wanted her to and she asked, “Can you give me examples of why you would want to be released.” I replied, “To have sex with you.” She replied, with more questions. “Did you notice anything different between the sex I had with Jason and the sex we have had? I did not answer, so she expanded the question, “Is his cock more satisfying than yours? Did I have bigger orgasms with him than you? Did I let him do things that we haven’t done?” I did not answer her questions, but we both understood the answers were “yes.” Susan suggested, “Because you know Jason services be better, it wouldn’t be fair to you to let you fuck me. But, you can satisfying me in other ways. I can satisfy you in other ways too.” I was going to ask her what she meant, but I knew she had watched some of the cuckold porn I had.”
Susan gave me a straight-up choice, sexual abstinence, or the cuckold life. I reluctantly told her we could try it. She kneeled in front of me and put the cage on my genitals. I felt defeated. Humiliated. She took the key into the other room, presumably to hide it, and returned to release me from the handcuffs. Feeling dirty, I showered. When I returned, Susan was in bed texting. She was wearing a nightgown. Normally we sleep together naked, I started to look for a pair of pajama bottoms. Looking up temporarily from texting, Susan said, “You can come to bed like that.”, meaning I should come to bed naked. As I began to crawl into bed, Susan stopped me and took a photo of the cage. I asked her why, and she replied, “I just sent it to Jason. He tells me he is pleased that you are wearing it. It won’t be necessary for you to be restrained next time.” “Next time?”, I asked. Susan said, “Yes, on Friday, when Jason and I have our next date.” Resigned to my fate, I rolled over, sexually frustrated, and fell asleep.