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It’s been a few years since this happened, and we’ve taken a break from our cuckolding adventures, but this was still probably the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had and I wanted to write it out so I wouldn’t ever forget the detail. It’s a real story so there isn’t a lot of over the top fantasy play, but I’ll try to put in as much detail as I remember!

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When the day finally arrived, I don’t think either of us counted on how nervous we would be. It had been almost two years of constant dirty talk since I finally drunkenly came clean to my wife about my fantasies. People all the time joked that she was out of my league – she’s got a gorgeous face with big, full lips, long brunette hair, and an athletic body. She’s got nice perky tits, but her best feature in my comment is her big, round ass – which, while toned from exercise, is still so big it’s nice and jiggly, and fun to smack. I’m not nearly as attractive – I’m in good shape and have a decent body, but just a standard white guy with a beard.

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She wondered I was crazy when I brought it up to her at first; we were drunk and I admitted I wondered it was hot to be teased about having a small dick. We’d never really talked about it before, but I am on the smaller side and my sexual performance was all the time a bit of an problem. Even in our younger days I’d be lucky to last more than 5 minutes, and my size made a lot of positions difficult. We still had fun and I’d make sure to get her off with my fingers or tongue, but I could tell there was a desire for something more.

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When I expanded on my fetish and admitted that I also wondered the idea of her with a bigger man was hot, she really started to surprisingly get into it. She’d constantly pull out her laptop and show me porn with really hung guys fucking girls that looked sort of like her, and would have me go down on her while she watched. Then she’d jerk me off while talking about what she would do to them in real life. We were constantly turned on at the fantasy, but ironically having sex less since I’d usually cum pretty fast from her handjobs.

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The main point was that we wondered it would all the time be a fantasy – or at least I did – until she met a girl at work who was married but went to swinger events and had sex with other men. She wasn’t into that idea, but eventually brought up that she actually wanted to discover a guy and try our cuckold fantasy in real life. After a long process and lots of fakes and flakes, we found the guy. We’ll call him R in this story – he was an Army guy with a great body and who had been a “bull” for couples before. He sent us multiple videos of himself with other wives and girlfriends, and he looked like the real deal – attractive, in shape, and most importantly, a big dick.

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After weeks of dirty talk, the day was finally here. We’d booked a hotel room (well, R had specifically told me to pay for it – his exact quote in his text was “I want you to pay for the room I’m going to fuck your wife in”) and were both sitting on the bed waiting to see if he’d actually show up. The first sign that my wife was more into the fantasy in reality than I imagined happened when we met at the hotel before R got there. We’d driven from work, so we both met at the room together about an hour before we’d planned R to come. She started doing her hair and makeup and I realized I’d forgotten to bring condoms – which I’d explained to R was a requirement for us. I asked my wife if she’d brought them.

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“No, I mean do we really have to use them?” she asked, to my surprise. I insisted that we had to be careful, and she got sort of upset.

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“When we were all talking dirty over text we talked about him cumming inside me – don’t you think that would be hot?” She asked. I had to shuffle in my pants to hide my raging boner before again insisting that we had to use them. She rolled her eyes but agreed, and I went out to get some.

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R texted us both a few minutes before he was supposed to show up. We had almost wondered he was gonna flake, but now it was officially on. And, as any self-respecting dominant bull would, he had a few requests for us.

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“I want you to meet me in the lobby with your room key,” he texted to me. “Have your wife strip down completely naked in the room. You’re going to tell me what room she’s in and hand me the key. Then you’re going to go to the hotel bar and wait for us. We’ll be down shortly.”

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Both of us were beyond nervous at that point. I helped strip my wife down, with every piece of clothing removed having to imagine what was about to happen to her. Her bra came off exposing her perfect little tits, while all I could think was “another man is about to be putting his hands all over these.” As I peeled off her tight pink thong, noticing the unusual amount of wetness, I wondered “that big cock he showed us is going to be inside of her soon.”

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Then, dutifully, I kissed her goodbye, looking up and down her sexy nude body, and walked down to the lobby, my cock throbbing with embarrassment and shame. That’s my wife, I wondered to myself – why cannot I just be the dominant one and fuck her myself? But nevertheless, I continued to the lobby to hand her over to another man.

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R walked right up to me and shook my hand, making some awkward small talk. Well, awkward for me as I stammered along – he seemed cool and composed. He was more muscular and more attractive than me, which was already intimidating. Then, he held out his hand. I hesitated a moment, but put the room key in it and told him the room number.

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“Thanks,” he said “save us a seat at the bar” and with a smirk, walked over the the elevators.

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The next 15 minutes were torture for me. I sat shaking at the bar, waiting for a text or for them to come back down. While I had no idea what they were up to, my wife filled me in later; she’d heard the click of the door opening and R stepped inside, walked straight up to her like he owned her, and began making out with her passionately, his hands exploring her body sensually. He began to finger her expertly, rubbing her clit and making her whimper and squirm against him. She tried desperately to undo his pants but he swatted her hand away, pushing her onto the bed and pressing himself against her, his hands now both working on her pussy. After 10 minutes of agonizing teasing, he made her cum for the first time with his fingers, sending her into an intense, shivering orgasm. He then sat up and tossed her tight green dress on her lap and told her it was time to go downstairs.

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That’s when I saw them, R still cool and collected, holding my wife’s hand and walking towards me at the bar. Her hair was disheveled and she had a ravenous look in her eyes, seemingly completely blind to anything but R. I could tell he’d already gotten her under his spell.

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The next 20 minutes were more torture as R made small talk and sipped a beer, taking his time in teasing us mentally. For me it was nerves – I was shaking and unable to think about anything but imagining what he’d already done to my wife and what he was gonna do next. For her, I don’t think I caught her eyes once. She was basically drooling over him, begging him with her eyes to fuck her.

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Finally, he asked if we wanted to go to the room. We enthusiastically agreed.

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Immediately as we pushed the door in, my wife was all over him again. She quickly removed her dress and started to fumble with his belt. I stood there awkwardly for a minute before she looked over at me – “take off your clothes and go sit in that chair by the bed” she said, her first words directed at me in the past half hour. R glanced my way as I was stripping, and I noticed him shoot a glance down at my hard cock with another smirk, as if to acknowledge that I was no competition to him at all. He finally let my wife pull his pants down to his ankles, and I barely got a look at what he was packing before her mouth was around him, choking and spitting like I’d never seen her do before.

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She spent the next 15 minutes gagging on his hard cock. He’d pull out and slap her face with it, telling her she was a good girl, and then plunging it back in her mouth and sticking it into her throat again. It was big, thick, and extremely hard; where mine stood at kind of a downward slant, his was so hard it pointed slightly up, giving it a more masculine, powerful look. I couldn’t help but look down at my own in my chair and compare the two – it looked half as thick and at least a few inches shorter in comparison.

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I watched as my wife began to do something else I’d never seen – she began begging R to fuck her in between breaths after choking on his dick. She seemed possessed with lust. Eventually, he agreed. He let her stand up, but then grabbed her and threw her roughly on the bed on her back, and climbed up on top of her. I noticed his cock, covered in my wife’s saliva, was bare but didn’t speak up about the condoms, expecting my wife to. She simply pulled him in close, making out with him, and let him push himself inside of her bare.

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Sitting in a chair jerking off while another man fucked my wife seemed like the least powerful position to be in, and I decided to just accept what was happening; he’d won, and I knew she was okay with it too. He began to pound her ontop – harder than I’d ever been able to fuck her. I heard her moan louder than I ever have before. After a few minutes she wrapped her legs around him and began to shudder and scream as she had the most intense orgasm of her life – and the second that night. They switched to her being ontop, and she grinded and rode him with a passion I’d never seen. He eventually grabbed her waist, stopping her motion, and began to pound into her from below with powerful thrusts, using a free hand to rub her clit, and she came loudly again.

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Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably 45 minutes, he flipped her over and began thrusting into her from behind, her head pressed into the sheets and hands gripping the bed. After a fourth orgasm from behind, it was his turn. With a powerful grunt he suddenly pressed her into the bed with his enormous cock buried as deep inside her as he could get, shooting his load deep inside of her. He pulled out, slapped her ass, and got up. Motioning to me, he said “your turn.”

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At this point I was completely emasculated, but my cock was still rock hard and leaking precum as I approached my exhausted, satisfied wife. I took my place behind her, her pussy swollen and wet, red handprints tattooed on her big ass. I slid into her with ease – it felt foreign this time, not tight anymore. She didn’t make a sound as I slowly thrusted, feeling the unfamiliar feeling of her loose wetness mixed with R’s huge load, which I saw start to leak out onto my cock. After probably 20 seconds I couldn’t hold back and moaned loudly, hearing R stifle a chuckle behind me. My wife didn’t even seem to notice as I pulled out and went to the bathroom to wash up.

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The rest of the night was going well – the room had two beds, and in an unspoken way we split to where my wife and R were spooning in one, while I was in the other alone facing them as we made more small talk. It seemed appropriate that the man who’d just completely owned her could have her in his bed too. After a few minutes of talking, I was finally starting to feel more comfortable until I saw my wife’s face contort, her eyes closing and mouth slowly opening as R kept talking to me from behind her. I heard the sound of wet slow thrusts and saw the sheets moving and realized he was fucking her again from the spoon position they were in. Without saying a word, I got up and went back to the chair to watch.

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Round two was just as passionate as the first – he’d given her even more orgasms as he tried new things, spanking her, playing with her asshole (which was definitely too tight for his cock, but he used his fingers to stimulate it), and fucking her in new positions, like standing up against the wall and bending her over the bed. Finally, after 2 more powerful orgasms for her, he came again, this time pulling out and shooting his cum all over her ass.

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With an ass dripping cum, R again offered me his sloppy seconds. However, just as I’d all the time had an problem with lasting long, I’d never been able to go for a second round. Between the humiliation of watching my wife passionately give herself to this superior man, and the emasculation of sitting there letting it happen, I’d suddenly completely lost my erection. Still, I stood up and walked back behind her, hoping to try again. I fumbled with myself for a few minutes as his cum dripped down her asshole and into her pussy lips, but nothing was happening and my cock looked even more sad compared to his, standing out in a totally flaccid state of about 3 inches. Finally, R took mercy on me and gently pushed me apart, retaking his place behind her. Somehow, after two rounds, his big dick was already rock hard and ready to go again.

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After round 3, they both collapsed into a sweaty mess on the bed – covered in sweat and cum. After a slow and passionate makeout session, leaving me feeling like I was totally forgotten by both, my wife finally looked my way on her way to the bathroom to wash up with R. I must have been quite the sight compared to R – sitting harmlessly in my char, trying to stroke a tiny limp cock. She had her newest humiliating idea for me and told me they wanted to spend the night sleeping in the clean bed I’d been laying in.

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We all went to sleep that night, my wife and R wrapped in eachother’s arms like boyfriend and girlfriend, while I lay curled up in a puddle of their sweat and cum.

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While things didn’t work out long term with R, the memory of that night together is still one of the hottest experiences we’ve had to date. A few weeks later, R had overstepped his bounds and started behaving like he really was my wife’s boyfriend, making comments that seemed like he might be trying to ruin our marriage. She quickly cut things off with him, but he did get one last jab in before we blocked him as he said “is your husband making you do this? Is he just self conscious because he couldn’t even get it up to fuck his own wife after I did all night? Don’t let him ruin this just because of his issues.” Obviously, outside of our fantasy, talk like that was a dealbreaker and we both blocked him and moved on. But, admittedly, the humiliation of realizing he really didn’t have much respect for me after that night was a turn on too.

NSFW: yes

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