I think I would enjoy having you watch your wife on her knees, worshipping my Cock
Anyone else get super turned on watching their wife make out with someone?
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OMG I do. But sometimes it is nonetheless wishful thinking of what could have been were I born a real man and to be reminded that I am barely the size of the tip of her lovers and bulls and referred to as a little or baby boy can be difficult and humiliating when the live of your life laughs and taunts in total agreement and tells everyone she knows, our friends and family
Total turn on...making out and getting fingered on the deck of a cruise ship, in public!!
It doesn't help when your little thing pokes up and you cum just from knowing the love of your life is being used as a fuck toy. And loving it
You are so right. When you cum, untouched, wearing your smallest cage, while your bride is making-out and being fucked. And then being laughed at, ridiculed and otherwise taunted.
And imagine the humiliation when friends and relatives jokingly tease you what does a rooster say and you have to say “cuck-a-diddle do”. When female family members “accidentally” brush up against your crotch and say “I’m sorry, but I didn’t feel anything!” When you become the object of a game for all present to guess the color panties that I am wearing and my wife makes me stand so she can show who the winner is and they get to choose their reward. When you are forced to wear a too-small speedo at pool parties to further demonstrate you inadequacies when the women walk past you in skimpy bikinis and ver tight one piece suits.
(Truth be told, I have cum to love my sissy cuckold role in life and the sub and humiliation that go with it,)
Seeing my wife kiss another guy is the most exciting for me, a bit more than seeing her take a cock inside her...these are old pictures that wife got back from a date a couple of years ago, she was dating a guy and she did not tell him that she was married, Her boyfriend had taken her to a double date with another another couple who took the pics on her phone, this blew my mind.
I agree, plus they feel very supported by us so its their way of returning the favor
Relatively early in our marriage, Krista and I tried swinging, “same-room” sex with another couple, Beth and Jeff.
We were spending a long holiday weekend together. On Friday, after dinner, we enjoyed wine, conversation, TV, and eventually a little making out; Jeff with Beth, me with Krista, stopping short of any heavy petting, or hands below the clothing. It was very hot - eventually we retired to our individual rooms, leaving the doors open, having mad sex, listening to one another try out out-fuck our wives/husbands.
After raucous, cum-soaked fucking, KK got out of bed - I figured to relieve herself. Instead, she stepped down the hall. I heard, “Oh my God KK! We’re a mess!” Then sort of muted giggles.
Moments later, Krista was back in our bed, giggling. She said, “I saw Jeff fucking Beth!” Then she dove under the sheet, took my semi-erect cock in her mouth, and proceeded to give me a thrashing hot blowjob. I squirted cum everywhere; overflowing her mouth, all over her face and tits, the bed sheet, even myself. It felt like my nuts had collapsed, imploded, having drained that much jizz.
A few seconds later, Beth appeared at our door, at which point Krista popped back the sheet, exposing the cum sheen on our nude bodies. She giggled, then padded away. Jeff was in the shadows behind Beth. Krista said nothing, just collapsing face-down on the bed.
That was mostly the end of the first night. Early, early in the morning, I caught Krista masturbating; rolled away from me, diddling herself. I held my urges until she finished, trying to suppress what was evidently a powerful orgasm. She was smashing her clit for all it was worth with the fingers of one hand, biting on the fingers of her other, shuddering, shaking, quivering. It was so erotic. Then she stopped moving, shortly thereafter she was ...... soundly.
Saturday night, after a day of sight-seeing, we enjoyed dinner, wine, and a little good pot, a backdrop to some dramatic movie that was on TV. At some point, I noted that the bottle was near empty. I got up to uncork another. Beth got up at about the same time, excusing herself for the bathroom.
I fooled around looking for something nice in the rack, and got detoured when the cork failed on removal. When I finally returned with an open bottle, the scene I witnessed was in a sense, surreal. Beth was seated on the long side of the L-shape sofa, toward the armrest. Across, on the short side, Jeff and KK were curled up, Jeff massaging Krista’s feet. She was leaning back, propped against the armrest, Jeff was in the ‘L’ with her feet in his lap.
None of the three paid much attention when I came back with the fresh bottle. It wasn’t until it set on the cocktail table with an audible thunk that they even realized I was there. Krista pointed toward Beth, and said “Go sit with her.”
I evidently displeased her by delaying to pour more wine. To a scowl, and her pointing in the direction, I took two of the glasses and went to sit with Beth. I handed the fresh glass to Beth, then took my seat beside her. We were close together, hip to hip. All four of us had come from a day of outdoor activity, attired in shorts and T-shirts, we were all a little more than thinly covered at that point.
My bulge, just from what was transpiring thus far, was going to be clearly noticeable, very soon. Beth sipped the wine, looking on at her husband as he put nice effort into massaging my wife’s tender feet. It was oddly erotic, just watching.
At a point, Krista turned on the sofa, while Jeff maneuvered in behind her, sliding in between Krista and the sofa back. His hands went to her neck and shoulders. I was transfixed watching them. It was a blur, and soon enough, they were kissing, light, tentative, exploratory pecks, then deeper, probing, wetter tongue kisses.
It quickly went to a full-blow, back-seat style make-out session. Krista was passionately kissing Jeff, his hands still kneading her neck and shoulders. I knew he was pressed up against my wife’s tight little ass, his cock separated from her pale skin by two layers of nylon. Krista’s hands had moved to her belly, closing in on her crotch. I knew she would be rubbing herself soon, a pattern.
For a moment, I broke my fixation on Krista and Jeff, turning to Beth. She was leaning against the armrest, right hand in the crotch of her shorts, in a fist. In the time I was staring at Beth, she only made true eye-contact with me once, scanning between me and the view of Jeff and Krista. Suddenly Beth began intently staring in that direction, eyes wide, her fist pressing in hard.
I turned back to watch Krista. They were moments from a clothes shedding, full on fucking. It was clearly heading that way. I was convinced they had forgotten, or maybe even didn’t care that Beth and I were in the room. That proved naive.
Reflexively, I made a move on Beth. She was immediately, totally, completely receptive. We went from zero to dry-humping and full-blown make-out in an instant. Then things came to a halt - Krista had been aware enough to realize that Beth and I were minutes away from fucking. She put an immediate end to things, pulling me and Beth apart as if we were animals in heat. I was led out of the den, immediately pushed into bed, while Krista totally dominated me. She rode my cock until I was nearly immobilized, exhausted.
I was dazed and confused, as nothing seemed to to be going as planned - we were supposed to swing, and there was still another full day and night with Jeff and Beth. I felt awkward at how things had turned out, puzzled, although probably for no real good reason. I was well aware of Krista’s propensity toward jealousy, at this point in our relationship, I was surprised we were even trying swinging.
Watching my young wife making out with another man left a huge impression on me. We tried swinging twice more, to similar mixed results. In those situations, it gave me repeat opportunity to see Krista fully engage another man. I had conflicting emotions about parts of it; the kissing, how wet and sloppy it all ended up being, even though Krista hadn’t done much more than kiss and dry-hump during the events. There is a certain eroticism in that intense make-out session, even just watching, voyeur or otherwise.
We were spending a long holiday weekend together. On Friday, after dinner, we enjoyed wine, conversation, TV, and eventually a little making out; Jeff with Beth, me with Krista, stopping short of any heavy petting, or hands below the clothing. It was very hot - eventually we retired to our individual rooms, leaving the doors open, having mad sex, listening to one another try out out-fuck our wives/husbands.
After raucous, cum-soaked fucking, KK got out of bed - I figured to relieve herself. Instead, she stepped down the hall. I heard, “Oh my God KK! We’re a mess!” Then sort of muted giggles.
Moments later, Krista was back in our bed, giggling. She said, “I saw Jeff fucking Beth!” Then she dove under the sheet, took my semi-erect cock in her mouth, and proceeded to give me a thrashing hot blowjob. I squirted cum everywhere; overflowing her mouth, all over her face and tits, the bed sheet, even myself. It felt like my nuts had collapsed, imploded, having drained that much jizz.
A few seconds later, Beth appeared at our door, at which point Krista popped back the sheet, exposing the cum sheen on our nude bodies. She giggled, then padded away. Jeff was in the shadows behind Beth. Krista said nothing, just collapsing face-down on the bed.
That was mostly the end of the first night. Early, early in the morning, I caught Krista masturbating; rolled away from me, diddling herself. I held my urges until she finished, trying to suppress what was evidently a powerful orgasm. She was smashing her clit for all it was worth with the fingers of one hand, biting on the fingers of her other, shuddering, shaking, quivering. It was so erotic. Then she stopped moving, shortly thereafter she was ...... soundly.
Saturday night, after a day of sight-seeing, we enjoyed dinner, wine, and a little good pot, a backdrop to some dramatic movie that was on TV. At some point, I noted that the bottle was near empty. I got up to uncork another. Beth got up at about the same time, excusing herself for the bathroom.
I fooled around looking for something nice in the rack, and got detoured when the cork failed on removal. When I finally returned with an open bottle, the scene I witnessed was in a sense, surreal. Beth was seated on the long side of the L-shape sofa, toward the armrest. Across, on the short side, Jeff and KK were curled up, Jeff massaging Krista’s feet. She was leaning back, propped against the armrest, Jeff was in the ‘L’ with her feet in his lap.
None of the three paid much attention when I came back with the fresh bottle. It wasn’t until it set on the cocktail table with an audible thunk that they even realized I was there. Krista pointed toward Beth, and said “Go sit with her.”
I evidently displeased her by delaying to pour more wine. To a scowl, and her pointing in the direction, I took two of the glasses and went to sit with Beth. I handed the fresh glass to Beth, then took my seat beside her. We were close together, hip to hip. All four of us had come from a day of outdoor activity, attired in shorts and T-shirts, we were all a little more than thinly covered at that point.
My bulge, just from what was transpiring thus far, was going to be clearly noticeable, very soon. Beth sipped the wine, looking on at her husband as he put nice effort into massaging my wife’s tender feet. It was oddly erotic, just watching.
At a point, Krista turned on the sofa, while Jeff maneuvered in behind her, sliding in between Krista and the sofa back. His hands went to her neck and shoulders. I was transfixed watching them. It was a blur, and soon enough, they were kissing, light, tentative, exploratory pecks, then deeper, probing, wetter tongue kisses.
It quickly went to a full-blow, back-seat style make-out session. Krista was passionately kissing Jeff, his hands still kneading her neck and shoulders. I knew he was pressed up against my wife’s tight little ass, his cock separated from her pale skin by two layers of nylon. Krista’s hands had moved to her belly, closing in on her crotch. I knew she would be rubbing herself soon, a pattern.
For a moment, I broke my fixation on Krista and Jeff, turning to Beth. She was leaning against the armrest, right hand in the crotch of her shorts, in a fist. In the time I was staring at Beth, she only made true eye-contact with me once, scanning between me and the view of Jeff and Krista. Suddenly Beth began intently staring in that direction, eyes wide, her fist pressing in hard.
I turned back to watch Krista. They were moments from a clothes shedding, full on fucking. It was clearly heading that way. I was convinced they had forgotten, or maybe even didn’t care that Beth and I were in the room. That proved naive.
Reflexively, I made a move on Beth. She was immediately, totally, completely receptive. We went from zero to dry-humping and full-blown make-out in an instant. Then things came to a halt - Krista had been aware enough to realize that Beth and I were minutes away from fucking. She put an immediate end to things, pulling me and Beth apart as if we were animals in heat. I was led out of the den, immediately pushed into bed, while Krista totally dominated me. She rode my cock until I was nearly immobilized, exhausted.
I was dazed and confused, as nothing seemed to to be going as planned - we were supposed to swing, and there was still another full day and night with Jeff and Beth. I felt awkward at how things had turned out, puzzled, although probably for no real good reason. I was well aware of Krista’s propensity toward jealousy, at this point in our relationship, I was surprised we were even trying swinging.
Watching my young wife making out with another man left a huge impression on me. We tried swinging twice more, to similar mixed results. In those situations, it gave me repeat opportunity to see Krista fully engage another man. I had conflicting emotions about parts of it; the kissing, how wet and sloppy it all ended up being, even though Krista hadn’t done much more than kiss and dry-hump during the events. There is a certain eroticism in that intense make-out session, even just watching, voyeur or otherwise.
When I was married to my first wife we went to Mexico with another couple. She and the other guy had always been attracted to each other and his wife to me. We stayed on the US side of the border and our rooms had a connecting door. Before going to the night clubs on the Mexican side we were joking that over the border we were suddenly married to the other spouse. My wife was wearing a skirt and blouse with no bra or panties. We got to the other side and were holding hands and hugging the others spouse. We were in this one club and got a curved booth. It wasn't long before the kissing started. I mentioned to the other wife that her husband had the advantage because my wife was not wearing a bra or panties and I kept running into a roadblock with hers. The both went to the ladies room and came back smileing. We got up to dance and it was almost hotter watching him play with my wife and kiss on the dance floor than it was playing with his. We got back to the booth after a couple of slow dances and more kissing with her blouse partially open. I was kissing his wife finger her when I heard my wife make that noise that said she just came. The waiter told us for an extra $10 we could get a different booth with a curtain. We got there and I watched my wife sit on the the other guy cowgirl style and the booth was big enough I lay his wife down and got on top watching my wife letting the guy suck her tits knowing that at anytime the waiter could open the curtain and see if we need another drink. The other ladies blouse was on the table. We were getting so hot that we decided to go back to the hotel. On the way back lots of stopping for kissing and groping along the way. Needless to say she stayed with the other guy and his wife with me. The next morning I watched them make out while in nude. Very hot. For the entire week I got to watch them make out sometimes while making out with the other lady sometimes we made out while they watched.
dinoo-2
Male
Or the message she liked to have sex with this man.
Because of this sign I really loved my wife doing this.
dinoo-2
Male
atxlscouple
Couple
I love it. Slow and sensual. Make love to her .
Hot when a friend makes out with your wife and they pretend you're not even there.
dinoo-2
Male
Bowlerlb: You wrote:
No ejaculation until both wife and hubby are asking for me to cum inside her.
We never did but we both would find this very exciting to ask you if you wish for it.
Like f.e. both tell me what you want me to do.
I think we (but especially my wife) would like to follow the bull's instructions.
Anyway, my wife's steady black lover once commanded me to put his (unprotected) cock in her pussy.
I obeyed without any hesitation, knowing that his target would be to cum inside her.
It was my wife's first unprotected penetration by another man.
After I did, I heard my wife gasping "finally".
It became also her first cream pie.
My wife about it:
"I heard what he said and wondered what you would do.
Much faster than expected, I felt that you obeyed him, as it should be for a cuckold.
Actually, you, my husband, gave me away to another man. A sign of unconditional love for me.
That made me very emotional. You know I love you extremely, but this is a dream coming true.
I hope that you will do this act as many times as possible."
With this black lover it became an usual act.
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