Love how she instructed you to clean up her pussy and you complied with other swingers watching. She understands.
Cleanup is your purpose. It’s what you are there for. It can be degrading, yet a deeply meaningful role.
Its also a blessing. You, the cuckold “blesses” the experience by cleaning up after the bull, showing acceptance and sub to the hierarchy in the relationship. It’s like your way of saying, “I thank your lover for the pleasure he gives. This is my place and role, and I accept it.”
For your wife, she is the center of the pleasure. Her orgasm is sacred. Her needs come first. She can feel guilt. By making you a participant—even a submissive, clean-up-focused participant—she invites you into the pleasure. She no longer has to feel guilty for excluding you, because now your role is different. You are not the main event, but the grateful witness. You kneel to worship the divine mess of her pleasure. You are here as a devoted partner who cherishes her pleasure above all, and openly worships here dripping, cum filled cunt, regardless of who is watching. For your wife it’s an opportunity to assert her raw power in a way that’s sensual, playful, empowering, and lovingly demanding. It creates an exceptional action that cements your connection, making this final act the most electrifying and unforgettable moment of the evening.
Demanding you to clean up was a very natural reaction after such an enjoyable fuck session.
So well said. Almost poetry.
I have to say you are very right.
The first time her black lover came in her pussy, she pointed me to come nearby.
(Not to forget that he commanded me to put his unprotected cock in her pussy. This would be the first time.)
She didn't say anything but I understood very well what she meant by that.
I luckily had the hunch to take a picture first.
Then I did what I was asked for. My wife raised her hips to help me to clean up her crack between her buttocks first.
I felt how she stroked her fingers through my hair. It felt like a big encouragement. So lovable.
Thereafter I licked up the mess on her pubic area.
When finished, she grabbed my head and tongue kissed me.
She said: "Don't swallow". We swapped the cum before she said "You can swallow it now. Show it to me when you are finished."
But it wasn't the end of the happening.
I had the irresistible urge to fuck her so I positioned myself behind her and began to fuck her.
It wasn't a reclaiming act, it was a show of agreement.
For the first time in my life I didn't feel any friction at all and thought I couldn't cum. It was if I was fucking her in oil, so slippery.
However, the imaginations of fucking her filled pussy were so extremely arousing that, after a minute or so, I came.
Mixing my cum with that of her black lover.
I pulled out and noticed that she wanted to clean up his cum coated cock with her mouth.
With more than normal attention I watched how she took a lot of time for it. Eventually, she tongue kissed him.
The next day we spoke in detail about what happened.
She (from our diary):
"The thought that you were fucking me with another man's cum inside, moved me very emotionally.
And now I am expressing myself rather euphemistically.
That you accepted this situation, didn't complain about it, meant to me a declaration of unconditional love.
Indicating too that you could really accept anything from me.
That gave me a very warm feeling."
AND
"Funny, that we had the same thoughts about mixing the sperm cells. How we both wanted to watch it happening. A pity that the colors of cum are the same."
My story...........
