My little story doesn’t match up to what some of you have experienced, but my wife still talks about to this day. Since we married 30 years ago, and until recently, she’s always had one or two longer-term BFs with my enthusiastic approval. We didn’t know about “bulls” “BBCs” and cuckolds and all that, - we just knew from before we married that we liked mfm threesomes (or extra men for her). My wife Linda was in her late 20s, me mid 30s, and her BF George had just spent the night with her in our bed. They’d been an item for several months, about twice a month and we were comfortable having him in our house overnight with her while I slept in another bedroom. We (Linda and I) were beginning to talk about her vagina being exclusive to George as she’d always orgasm with him and had feelings for him, and… – he was attractive, personable, nicely equipped and more or less checked all of her boxes including being fertile. His two children proved that. And George had told Linda he'd love being the only man in her – that he wouldn’t play with any other women except his own wife, with whom (in his words) he rarely had sex with.
Our arrangement was moving into a routine where I’d make breakfast for Linda and George when they emerged from our bedroom in the morning. I was beginning to understand that my role as a husband was to facilitate my wife and George having as much time for each other as possible, and making their breakfast was one way to support them. I’d hear them having sex, and I knew they’d be hungry and would soon appear. I liked doing breakfast for them, - it seemed sexy to me and I liked the way Linda’s body was visible to George and I under her sheer white robe. And I liked to see them caressing and kissing and touching one another as I prepared breakfast for us. That’s what really makes these relationships hot for a husband. We were all very comfortable with the way things were going and all of us wanted for Linda and George to spend more time together but what with jobs and family and life in general, every couple of weeks was as good as things were going to get unless they went somewhere for the weekend.
Our kitchen table as a small white circular table with 3 chairs. Wrought iron. Glass top, about 3’ in diameter. I served the eggs and bacon, etc. and sat down with them, excited somewhat and after a few minutes Linda noticed I was getting an erection under my jeans. She just asked me: “are you excited, honey?” I admitted I was. Then she said: “Please take out your cock, let us see it.” I didn’t know whether to be excited or embarrassed, or what. “Do you want George to spend the night more often?” she asked me. When I said “yes” my cock stiffened a bit more and Linda asked me to take my cock out of my jeans so we could all enjoy it while we ate. It was so hard, I could barely get it out, thankfully I hadn’t worn underwear. My 5.5” stood tall and proud at the edge of the table. We continued eating for a minute or two. Linda was aroused at her power over me and said: “cum for us. Stroke yourself and cum so we can see.”
I looked at George to make sure he was ok with it all and he smiled and nodded, I put my fork down and began stroking. I'd never jacked off for my wife and another man but I was ready to cum before I started and I went slow. There was no stopping my ejaculation – it was only 2 or 3 minutes before it happened, cum spurting up, all over my jeans and onto the edge of the table. The only sound was breathing as I began to soften. I hadn’t been in Linda for several weeks and there was a large load – an “impressive load” in her words. Linda’s nipples had firmed up and as I sat there catching my breath, she took George’s hand to lead him to the bedroom but they only made it to the living room couch, where she pulled George on top of her and into her. George quickly finished in her and they retired to our bedroom where I soon heard them in the shower together. It was a good morning for all of us. Our mornings often went like this or if it was a workday, George would fuck Linda quickly in the morning, dress, and leave. Those were the mornings I really got to enjoy my wife before she left for work.
Our arrangement was moving into a routine where I’d make breakfast for Linda and George when they emerged from our bedroom in the morning. I was beginning to understand that my role as a husband was to facilitate my wife and George having as much time for each other as possible, and making their breakfast was one way to support them. I’d hear them having sex, and I knew they’d be hungry and would soon appear. I liked doing breakfast for them, - it seemed sexy to me and I liked the way Linda’s body was visible to George and I under her sheer white robe. And I liked to see them caressing and kissing and touching one another as I prepared breakfast for us. That’s what really makes these relationships hot for a husband. We were all very comfortable with the way things were going and all of us wanted for Linda and George to spend more time together but what with jobs and family and life in general, every couple of weeks was as good as things were going to get unless they went somewhere for the weekend.
Our kitchen table as a small white circular table with 3 chairs. Wrought iron. Glass top, about 3’ in diameter. I served the eggs and bacon, etc. and sat down with them, excited somewhat and after a few minutes Linda noticed I was getting an erection under my jeans. She just asked me: “are you excited, honey?” I admitted I was. Then she said: “Please take out your cock, let us see it.” I didn’t know whether to be excited or embarrassed, or what. “Do you want George to spend the night more often?” she asked me. When I said “yes” my cock stiffened a bit more and Linda asked me to take my cock out of my jeans so we could all enjoy it while we ate. It was so hard, I could barely get it out, thankfully I hadn’t worn underwear. My 5.5” stood tall and proud at the edge of the table. We continued eating for a minute or two. Linda was aroused at her power over me and said: “cum for us. Stroke yourself and cum so we can see.”
I looked at George to make sure he was ok with it all and he smiled and nodded, I put my fork down and began stroking. I'd never jacked off for my wife and another man but I was ready to cum before I started and I went slow. There was no stopping my ejaculation – it was only 2 or 3 minutes before it happened, cum spurting up, all over my jeans and onto the edge of the table. The only sound was breathing as I began to soften. I hadn’t been in Linda for several weeks and there was a large load – an “impressive load” in her words. Linda’s nipples had firmed up and as I sat there catching my breath, she took George’s hand to lead him to the bedroom but they only made it to the living room couch, where she pulled George on top of her and into her. George quickly finished in her and they retired to our bedroom where I soon heard them in the shower together. It was a good morning for all of us. Our mornings often went like this or if it was a workday, George would fuck Linda quickly in the morning, dress, and leave. Those were the mornings I really got to enjoy my wife before she left for work.
