This is so hot, to watch your wife flirting with guys at the club and getting felt up as you watch. It makes your cock rock hard, when she passes you on the way out to your van, and she brushes against your cock. You step outside for a moment to watch them going to the van, she stops and kisses him as she jerking his cock through his pants, she whispers something to him, he stops, turns her facing him, she raises her arms, he grabs the bottom of her dress, pulls straight up and off, leaving your wife, naked in the dimly lit parking lot, with only her lace garter belt, stockings and “Come fuck me heels” on.Matureplay said:
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The most humiliating thing she did
- Thread starterrataver
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The flirting in the club always led to a slow dance and I could watch as they pulled tighter against each other and then, the kiss, long and passionate while his hands cupped her nice round ass. She has said how she loves to feel how hard she makes them. Some more kissing back at the bar/table/booth with his hand on her thigh, slowly making its way up to her wetness and I could see her gasp when he reaches it as they kiss some more. I knew at that point she would be leaving with him. Just had to watch to see if they headed to a room at the attached hotel, the parking lot, or into his car to go to his place. I miss those nights immensely!wifeuser said:
As time moved on, my role with my wife changed a lot. Her newest owner, Marcus, took control of her so quickly I had a hard time following what was happening. Marcus wanted to see all the photos I had of Sharon. I showed him the box full of pics, which he instantly claimed. I had to wear a cock cage, which Marcus kept the key and threatened to throw the key away. So what ever he told me to do, I had no choice but too follow his commands and was required to refer to him as Master. This was getting out of hand, but he had the key and all the pictures of Sharon, that he threatened to post everywhere and leave cd’s of Sharon in the mailboxes around the complex. Marcus owned us both, completely.
This thread is dredging up all sorts of somewhat repressed memories that, now that I know what a cheating ***** my wife is, make much more sense. Fast forward from the party - we're both now married and recent college grads. We've purchased our first home and were hosting a party with a bunch of friends. We invited my parent's "cool" neighbor who was a guy (married with 3 kids) who was probably in his early 40s at the time. He is short but very broad, plays rugby and always very friendly and a bit flirty with my wife. She always flirted back but, again, I just sort of chalked that up to her personality.
I'd been drinking and not paying much attention to my wife. We probably had 30 people over including some girls that were friends of friends. One of them, and I'm struggling to remember who she was, came up to me somewhat panicked and distraught and told me my wife was upstairs with the older neighbor we invited. I kind of brushed it off assuming she was just giving him a tour of the house. She didn't let it go and made sure to tell me they were in the bedroom together. Even then I kind of ignored her because the idea that my wife was upstairs sexually servicing some "old" guy was preposterous. I went on with my evening and up until recently forgot about it. I'm going to have to ask my wife what actually was going on in the bedroom...
I'd been drinking and not paying much attention to my wife. We probably had 30 people over including some girls that were friends of friends. One of them, and I'm struggling to remember who she was, came up to me somewhat panicked and distraught and told me my wife was upstairs with the older neighbor we invited. I kind of brushed it off assuming she was just giving him a tour of the house. She didn't let it go and made sure to tell me they were in the bedroom together. Even then I kind of ignored her because the idea that my wife was upstairs sexually servicing some "old" guy was preposterous. I went on with my evening and up until recently forgot about it. I'm going to have to ask my wife what actually was going on in the bedroom...
I was dating a woman for a few weeks and she invited me to her best friend's birthday dinner at a restaurant downtown. All her close friends were there and it was the first time I met any of them. It was a bunch of hot young professional women and their boyfriends and husbands. Right when we were all ordering, this guy came up to the table and started talking to my date. Turns out they were old friends from high school. They chatted a bit and exchanged numbers before he left. My date then excused herself and said she needed to use the restroom. She was gone so long that everyone's food arrived and most of us were done eating by the time she got back. I was left there alone with all her friends, who were looking at me with pity and like they weren't surprised at all that she'd disappeared somewhere. When she finally came back to the table she told me she got caught up "chatting" with the guy in the bar area and lost track of time. I'd driven us both to the restaurant and she asked me if I could drop the guy off at his place on our way back to my place. So I gave him a ride home. When we got back to my place she confessed that she'd fucked him in the restaurant bathroom while I was sitting there with her friends. I later found out that she had a reputation so all of her friends were looking at me like that because they knew.
The "set-up" of going to a club, either together or separate, to watch a wife or gf flirt or beyond is something almost every couple does at some time or another.
I'd guess it plants the first seeds of exploring a cuckold lifestyle whether it's deliberate or accidental. Watching another man (or men) touching your wife and/or grinding on each other while dancing is quite exciting!
Over time, we've done this or similar many times and in different ways.
There has been times when she goes to meet her friends at a club or bar alone, we've gone as separate people, or we go as a couple.
There have been a few times where nothing ever developed (slow night/small crowd/etc.) or times when chemistry didn't develop.
But there have been plenty of times where my cock was sore from being hard for so long!
I'd guess it plants the first seeds of exploring a cuckold lifestyle whether it's deliberate or accidental. Watching another man (or men) touching your wife and/or grinding on each other while dancing is quite exciting!
Over time, we've done this or similar many times and in different ways.
There has been times when she goes to meet her friends at a club or bar alone, we've gone as separate people, or we go as a couple.
There have been a few times where nothing ever developed (slow night/small crowd/etc.) or times when chemistry didn't develop.
But there have been plenty of times where my cock was sore from being hard for so long!
I absolutely love to think about situations like this, my wife loves to dance but I'm terrible at it. The thought that she would accept another man's offer to dance and then spend several minutes in his arms, her pulse pounding as she's exhilarated is incredibly intoxicating to me. It's like a legal, publicly accepted cuckolding right in front of me in public!Matureplay said:
I was never a cuckold, willingly. But my life long friend got me interested in sharing my wife back in the early 90’s. There was no digital cameras yet, film was the only way to take pics. I had a very good Nikon and took tons of pics. I got a roll of film developed but had no way to scan them. My friend Terry had a photo scanner and offered to scan them. I was excited and ran over to his place and watched him scan all 36 pics of my trusting new wife. I didn’t think about the fact that my perverted, trusted friend had pics of my wife, fucking herself with a coke bottle. I was so horny, I thanked him profusely and left. It wasn’t three hours, when I was surfing, I got a message from Terry. He showed the pics to a serious rival of hers in the marketing business. The message was a dozen of the pics he scanned. Most were close up’s of the coke bottle abusing her pussy, but four showed her face, clearly. I freaked out, called Terry and was pissed when I complained about posting her pics, but he knew he had me.
I’ll explain more later, but he wound up talking me into getting her over to his place, dressed like in the pics. So I started asking her to help him out and unlock his computer. To avoid his advances, she wore jeans and a baggy blouse. But as life would stick it to me again, he wound up seducing her and started a two years of Terry fucking and filming my wife, while I watched on web cam. Sharon wound up going over to his place a few times a week. I was enjoying watching Terry fuck my wife in all her holes. But he decided to push my envelope and bring a friend I didn’t know into his exploitation of my innocent wife. It got so intense that Sharon would come home, very horny and want me to ear her freshly fucked pussy. Up to this point, she didn’t know I was watching on web cam. We always start off sex with oral, so when she came home horny and wanted some oral, I didn’t hesitate to eat her, but all I could think about is how I’m eating my friends cum out of my wife’s used pussy. Well as time went by, Sharon became aware that I’d been watching Terry use her for his personal slut. She was pissed for a while and would still go over to Terry’s who was loving it. But things settled down, Sharon admitted she had been enjoying most of Terry’s expiotation, except when he foresee her to fuck my hated enemy, Tom and although she hated him at first got to really liking black cock. So, Terry has won again, I accepted that Sharon enjoyed being his sex toy and even accepted that Terry and Sharon agreed that I should be in a chastity cage, I was totally against it, but finally couldn’t get Terry to get off the subject. So I was now a full fledged cuckold.
Sharon seemed to be really into cuckolding me and would insist I wear my cage when we are out, bar hopping with, Sharon dressed to fuck and Terry knowing he pretty much could have my wife do anything he wanted. Terry would have his hand up the back of my wife’s skirt, showing her bare ass to anyone standing behind them. Of course this would make my cock want to get hard, but the cage wouldn’t allow it. The place was crowed and I was getting very nervous. Terry and Sharon were whispering back and forth.when Sharron turned to leave us to go to the ladies room, but as I turned back to face the bar, Sharon moved behind me, grabbed my sweatpants, at the waste and yanked them down to my feet. Terry was looking looking at me with that “You’re my cuckold bitch and your wife is now my slave”, look, Sharon had her foot on my sweats, just like Terry did to me in gym class, when he ******* me to the girls side. I could see a couple of guys see Sharon’s stocking covered leg in high heels holding my sweats to the floor, with a “WOW, you don’t see that every day,” look on their face. It only took a second or to, grab her ankle and lift her foot off and yank my sweats up. But the guys were already telling their friends wear they saw. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Terry and Sharon just laughed it off as just having fun.
I’ll explain more later, but he wound up talking me into getting her over to his place, dressed like in the pics. So I started asking her to help him out and unlock his computer. To avoid his advances, she wore jeans and a baggy blouse. But as life would stick it to me again, he wound up seducing her and started a two years of Terry fucking and filming my wife, while I watched on web cam. Sharon wound up going over to his place a few times a week. I was enjoying watching Terry fuck my wife in all her holes. But he decided to push my envelope and bring a friend I didn’t know into his exploitation of my innocent wife. It got so intense that Sharon would come home, very horny and want me to ear her freshly fucked pussy. Up to this point, she didn’t know I was watching on web cam. We always start off sex with oral, so when she came home horny and wanted some oral, I didn’t hesitate to eat her, but all I could think about is how I’m eating my friends cum out of my wife’s used pussy. Well as time went by, Sharon became aware that I’d been watching Terry use her for his personal slut. She was pissed for a while and would still go over to Terry’s who was loving it. But things settled down, Sharon admitted she had been enjoying most of Terry’s expiotation, except when he foresee her to fuck my hated enemy, Tom and although she hated him at first got to really liking black cock. So, Terry has won again, I accepted that Sharon enjoyed being his sex toy and even accepted that Terry and Sharon agreed that I should be in a chastity cage, I was totally against it, but finally couldn’t get Terry to get off the subject. So I was now a full fledged cuckold.
Sharon seemed to be really into cuckolding me and would insist I wear my cage when we are out, bar hopping with, Sharon dressed to fuck and Terry knowing he pretty much could have my wife do anything he wanted. Terry would have his hand up the back of my wife’s skirt, showing her bare ass to anyone standing behind them. Of course this would make my cock want to get hard, but the cage wouldn’t allow it. The place was crowed and I was getting very nervous. Terry and Sharon were whispering back and forth.when Sharron turned to leave us to go to the ladies room, but as I turned back to face the bar, Sharon moved behind me, grabbed my sweatpants, at the waste and yanked them down to my feet. Terry was looking looking at me with that “You’re my cuckold bitch and your wife is now my slave”, look, Sharon had her foot on my sweats, just like Terry did to me in gym class, when he ******* me to the girls side. I could see a couple of guys see Sharon’s stocking covered leg in high heels holding my sweats to the floor, with a “WOW, you don’t see that every day,” look on their face. It only took a second or to, grab her ankle and lift her foot off and yank my sweats up. But the guys were already telling their friends wear they saw. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Terry and Sharon just laughed it off as just having fun.
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