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 I Am My Wife's Happy Cuckold Hubby.  From Graylin: I started dating my wife
Marie when we were both sixteen, and I married her two years later.  On our
silver wedding anniversary, both friends and relatives told us that we were
made for each other, and they were not wrong.  We really were made for each
other, but it was not just for the obvious reasons.  There is another
reason, and had they but known, it would come as a bombshell to these
friends and relatives of ours.  You see my wife is what some folks call "a
cock-slut." She adores being on the end of someone's dick and...  unusual
for a woman...  has this ability to be able to differentiate between sex
and love.  She loves variety in her sex life!  As for me, I am her
more-than-willing-cuckold.  It was not always like that of course.  When I
first met Marie I could never have imagined such a scenario.  Now, with the
benefit of hindsight, I can see that there were a good number of indicators
in those early days.  There was no doubting that she was far more sexually
experienced than I was.  She always responded positively when I was up for
sex, and there were even many times when she initiated it herself.  And it
was pretty much a foregone conclusion that if we had an extra half hour
alone together, we would end up having sex.  She has always been a sexy
girl all right, and I wasn't Marie's first lover...  not by a long way.

   Marie's Background: She probably had it off with at least two or three
boyfriends before we started dating.  The one who sticks in my mind above
all the others was a guy named Andrew.  He was nearly four years older than
her and was certainly far more worldly-wise.  However discretion was not
his strong point.  When he was going out with her he made it common
knowledge that he was shafting her.  I did not know Marie very well at that
time, but I can clearly recall thinking he was a lucky sod to be having sex
with such an attractive girl.  It is a long story, but they broke up, and
after a few months she started going out with me.  I felt really proud when
we went out and she was on my arm.  Nevertheless I learned quickly that I
did not have exclusive rights to her company.  She sometimes went out with
her best friend who happened to dating one of Andrew's friends.  The two
girls were out one night when they bumped into the boyfriend who was
accompanied by Andrew.  I will never know whether that was a chance
encounter or not, but the fact is they had a few more drinks and then all
four went back to her friend's house.  The girl's parents were away on
holiday so the house was empty.  At the time I didn't know what actually
happened.  But I chanced to pass by the friend's house the following
morning and saw Andrew's car parked outside!  I was pretty convinced that
Andrew and his friend spent the night in the house.  And, knowing Marie as
I did, I would have been amazed if she had not shared her bed with him. 
Although at the time it was a blow to my self esteem, I decided not to
tackle her about it...  for fear that I might end up losing her.  But the
really strange thing was, I discovered that I was fascinated...  not
angry...  by what the two of them might have got up to that night.  Of
course my main fear was that I would lose Marie to her ex-boyfriend.  But
when it became obvious that this was increasingly unlikely, my fascination
increased.  That was not the only time I suspected her of cheating on me
before we got married.  She worked in a bar on odd occasions, and I later
found out that the bar manager prided himself on shagging every single girl
who ever worked there.  I was working late one night, and by coincidence
she had been asked if she could work in the bar that same evening.  I
finished earlier than anticipated and decided to go the bar to surprise
her. Well I certainly surprised her, but not in the way I had anticipated!
I actually caught her coming out of a backroom with the bar manager.  I
could tell by her demeanour that she had been up to something.  And then
later that night she acted totally out of character.  She told me she
wanted to go straight home.  I subsequently wondered if that was because
the evidence of her cheating on me was still in her ever hungry pussy.  She
settled down after that encounter, and we got engaged a year or so later. I
never had cause to doubt her after that, and we had a wonderful wedding. 
With the passing of time the mixed memories of her "disloyalty" faded,
whereas the imagined ones of her being on the job with the two other men
remained gloriously vivid.  Sexy, good looking, and no more than twenty
years of age, it was no surprise that she continued to attract much male
attention.  Sometimes she would encourage a man by openly flirting with
him. But even though I found the thought of her having sex with another man
strangely arousing, I still entertained doubts and insecurities.  When I
let on about my concern she laughed it off, reassuring me that she was only
flirting, and that she would never do anything that might jeopardise our
marriage.  When we were later in bed we both would fantasise about what
could have happened had I not been with her.  Those fantasies were
incredibly arousing and, if truth be known, fuelled her desire for it to
actually happen.  I am not saying that I did not want it to happen, but I
was mindful of my mixed and negative reactions when she had been with the
other men.  But I also remembered that the two of us had shared any number
of sexual highs...  and my thoughts of her with other guys fueled many of
my own sexual highs.

   The First Steps Toward Our Formal "Cuckold" Relationship: I had not been
able to share my thoughts with her for obvious reasons, but I sensed that
if she were to stray now, I would be very much involved.  I was still
apprehensive, but my arousal at the thought was so overpowering that I
deliberately tried to suppress my negative feelings.  In fact I did all I
could to encourage her.  I got her to read porn mags, especially ones with
stories and articles about wives and girlfriends having sex with other men.
Anyway one Friday night the two of us decided to go out for a few drinks.
Although we did not intend to be out for long or to visit any clubs, she
was still dressed to excite...  in a low cut bra, a revealing blouse, and a
skirt with a side split which allowed glimpses of the tops of her
stockings. Strappy high heels complemented her ensemble.  In the first bar
I noticed a couple of guys having a good look, and I mentioned it to her.
It was evident that she liked the attention...  so much so, that she even
allowed her stocking tops to be on view as we sat near the bar.  We then
moved on to another bar and she saw a guy, Harry who had been dancing with
her a few weeks earlier when she had gone out with some girl friends.  He
was with a group of student types and appeared reluctant to come over to
say hello, although that may have been because she was with me.  However he
briefly smiled to acknowledge her presence, and Marie returned the
compliment.  She and I sat down at a table, and whilst I had my back to him
she could see him.  She informed me that he was constantly glancing across
toward her.  Later when we were home she volunteered that she had enjoyed
flirting with him, and also told me that when she danced with him on the
earlier occasion they had shared a lengthy kissing session.  She assured me
that nothing else had happened...  because she was out with her friends. 
Nevertheless it was a big turn-on for me when she told me about that while
we were in bed.  While still at the bar there was the distinctive sound of
chairs being moved, and I turned round to see that Harry and his group were
leaving.  However to my surprise he was standing alone at the bar when I
got up to get us another drink.  I made some small talk with him, and asked
him where his friends had gone.  He said they were off to a party, but that
he would not be joining them as his ex-girlfriend would be there.  My heart
was pounding as I offered to buy him a drink, and invited him to join the
two of us.  He accepted the drink and we went back to our table.  Marie's
face was a picture when she first saw him with me...  a look of initial
surprise, which was immediately followed by a delighted smile.  I put my
drink down where I had been sitting, so that he had to take the chair
alongside my wife, the side where her skirt was split to reveal her
stocking tops.  The next hour or so was spent chatting about life,
relationships and other generalities.  I tried not to let him be aware that
I could see him constantly glancing at her legs.  Fully aware of the effect
it was having on Harry, Marie allowed her skirt to ride a little higher.  I
must admit that I did feel a bit jealous, especially as I was well aware
that she liked him.  Nevertheless it was a major turn-on for me...  as my
wife knew only too well (based on our earlier pillow talk conversations).
It was Harry who suggested that we walk to another bar a couple of streets
away, which he said might be livelier and where there would be music.  At
the next bar we managed to find an unoccupied wooden stool by a mirrored
wall, and my wife perched on it.  It was quite high and even though her
skirt was not that short, and the lighting was rather subdued, I could
still discern the white flesh of her thighs above her stockings.  Harry was
yet to enjoy the view...  having gone immediately to the bar to get another
round.

   I Began To Enjoy Marie's Attraction To Other Guys: We could see there
was quite a queue at the bar, so we had a few minutes to talk to each
other. It was evident that Marie liked the extra attention she was getting,
and I discovered that I was certainly enjoying her flirting with Harry. 
There is never any plan that can be followed in such situations, so Marie
and I agreed that we would just see how the evening developed.  There were
other nice women around, and Marie's were not the only nice legs on show.
But the difference was that this was my wife, and she was displaying them
for the benefit of Harry.  It was very arousing to me to see him looking at
her when he was chatting to us.  As the music was getting quite loud he
would sometimes have to talk into her ear so I could not hear what he said.
By then it was my turn to get the round of drinks, and I accordingly went
to the bar.  I decided to take my time so as to give them a chance to talk
to each other.  I had no sooner returned, than they went off to have a
dance.  The small dance floor was on the other side of the room from where
we were, and given the crowd, there was no way I was able to watch them. 
They had a few dances, and when they finally returned I got a chance to
have one with her.  She told me that Harry had been feeling her tits when I
was at the bar.  He had touched them through her blouse, and told her that
they were nice.  She had pushed herself against his hand so as to let him
know she was not averse to his fondling.  My cock was straining in my pants
as she related that to me.  I told her that if she wanted, I would pretend
to go off to the loo, and would stay out of their way for as long as I
could so that Harry would have some further time with her on her own.  She
said that that would be very nice of me.  She also told me that she was
very turned-on by the evening's events, and thus less able to resist him.
That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but I still had no idea how far I
wanted her to go.  When I did finally return they were sitting very close
together.  I did not catch him touching her, but I later learned that he
had been fingering her pussy.  To Marie's frustration he had stopped when
he had mistaken someone else for me, and before he could start again I had
appeared!  She subsequently admitted that she was so close to an orgasm at
that particular moment she was actually very disappointed that I had come
back.  There was less than half an hour to last call when Harry decided
that he would go on to that party after all.  I indicated that we were
calling it a day and would be heading for home.  We all left the bar
together and I was still trying to think how I could leave my wife with
him...  even if only for a few minutes.  However my wife had already
anticipated the problem and had gotten something planned!  She informed me
that she had left her little jacket in the bar, and asked if I would go
back and get it for her.  I cottoned on at once and agreed to do so,
telling her that I would meet her at the restaurant just along the street.
I said goodbye to Harry and that I hoped we would see him again.  He
replied that it might happen sooner than I expected because he would wait
at the restaurant with my wife until I returned.  I went off to get the
jacket.  Sure enough it was on the floor by the stool where she had been
sitting.  The bar had not closed yet so I got a drink and waited.  It is
hard to describe my feelings at that moment.  There was a thrilling sense
of anticipation running through me as I wondered what the two of them might
be doing.  But there was also a degree of anxiety.  Was this a sensible
thing to be doing?  If so, why did I feel jealous of him?  If not, why was
I so excited?  I think it must have been a good half an hour by the time I
left the bar.  There was still quite a large crowd on the street as I made
my way to the restaurant where I joined the queue.  I was not looking for
them because I guessed they would find me when they wanted to.  Sure
enough, some ten minutes or so later, when I was just inside the doorway,
Harry tapped my shoulder and said they had been looking for me.  He
immediately took the jacket from me as I followed him outside.  Marie was
standing there, but had turned away from me as Harry helped her on with it.
Having done his gentlemanly deed, Harry said his goodbyes and was off. 
Marie did not really want any food.  Neither did I for that matter.  She
suggested we go home.  However she started walking away from the area where
we usually get a taxi.  Once away from the crowds of people she turned into
an alley between some tall buildings.  She kissed me and then volunteered
that that was the exact spot where she had just been dallying with Harry.
Whilst apologising for being away so long, she was unzipping my trousers to
grasp my cock...  which was steel-hard at that point.  Naturally enough I
slipped my hand under her jacket to feel her tits, and was immediately
aware that her blouse was wet.  She looked right into my eyes and told me
that it was his spunk!  She proceeded to tell me that she had been sucking
his cock, and then he had come all over her face and blouse.  I then
realised why Harry was in such a rush to give her the jacket!  He clearly
did not want me to see the tell-tale cum marks.  I lifted her skirt and put
my hand inside her filmy panties.  I slipped my finger inside her opening.
Judging by her copious lubrication, I could tell that she was very excited.
But then...  so was I...  especially with the knowledge that she had just
been sucking him.  I started kissing her with real passion...  my tongue
pushing hard into her mouth.  I could not detect his cum, and had she not
said anything, I would never have known what she'd done.  But it was enough
to know that my tongue was where his cock had been but a short while
before. The next moment Marie had spunk on her skirt to match that which
was already on her blouse.  This time it was my semen, and there was a lot
of it too!  My finger had been busy in the interim, and I had no sooner
finished ejaculating than she reached her own orgasm.  She made an effort
to stifle her groans, but they still seemed loud in the dark alley.  A
short while later, after we had made ourselves respectable, we stepped out
into the street.  It was only in the orange neon glow that I saw the
results of my excitement.  I quickly dabbed the evidence from her skirt,
and we made our way back to the taxi stand.  It was when we were safely
tucked into bed that she related what had happened after I was sent back to
fetch her coat.  Harry had pulled her into a doorway to kiss her.  While
kissing her he held her hand and guided it to his erection.  He was
pleasantly surprised to find that she was not in the least bit reluctant to
stroke it, but was utterly astounded when she offered to relieve him of his
sexual tension!  She said he then led her to the alley and began to fondle
and kiss her.  She told me he was absolutely delighted when, without any
prompting whatsoever, she reached down to unzip him and eased out his rigid
erection.  He was sure that she was going to let him fuck her, and was
understandably disappointed when she made it clear that such a thing was
out of the question.  As she told me what had transpired, she reached over
and started stroking my again hard cock.  She continued her report.  She
said she told him that she was prepared to wank him off, but then her own
natural enthusiasm came to the fore, and she squatted down in order to take
the mushroom shaped crown of his throbbing cock into her mouth.  Still
stroking my cock she whispered in my ear that she sucked on Harry's cock
while gently stroking the base of the shaft.  Feeling her hand stroking me,
and remembering the many times she had sucked my cock, it was no surprise
to me that he responded so readily to her ministrations.  Marie stopped her
report long enough to slide down the bed and take my cock into her mouth.
She sucked me for a few minutes, then climbed on top of me, sliding me into
her pussy as she gave me a kiss and laid atop me.  Marie worked her hips to
fuck herself on my cock as she continued her report.  She told me she had
just released Harry's cock from her mouth long enough to give her jaw a
rest when he started to come.  His first spurt caught her on her chin, but
she instinctively steered him away from her face.  She smiled down at me as
she told me that the remaining five or six strands of his cum landed on her
upper throat and then her blouse.  Being sexually satisfied himself, she
said her `gallant' did not ensure that she was in a similar situation, and
seemed to be in a hurry to get back to the restaurant where we had agreed
to meet.  As it happens that was to my immediate benefit...  but he was not
to know about that.  Even though we had shared mutual release back in that
alley, we stopped our talking long enough for me to roll on top of Marie
and we fucked like rabbits until we both came again.  As we recovered,
Marie cuddled next to me and asked, "Would you have been mad at me if I had
let him fuck me?" I was quiet for a few moments as I considered her
question.  Finally I turned to her and said, "If that is what you would
have wanted...  I would have wanted you to do it...  I wouldn't have been
mad!" I went on, "For some strange reason that thought really turns me on.
To be honest, I had sort of expected...  no, hoped...  that you would have
done that with him." Marie kissed me before saying, "Good, I was hoping you
would say that.  I think I really would like to fuck him.  As a metter of
fact, Harry told me he would be back at the same bar again tomorrow night.
If we go there...  maybe something will happen." Before falling asleep in
each other's arms, we agreed to return to the bar the following night and
see what might develop.  That proved to be the formal start of our cuckold
relationship!

   Saturday Night At The Bar: Marie and I talked as we dressed to go out. I
reasured her that whatever happened with Harry...  or whoever...  it was OK
with me, just as long as I remained her only true love.  I did not want
Marie feeling guilty.  I made a point of telling her that I was captivated
by what she had done the previous night.  Naturally we also spoke about
what she had not done; and I did my utmost to convince her that I would
have been overjoyed had she gone the whole way with him.  They may not have
been my exact words but they do convey the sentiment.  However, if I am
perfectly honest, I still silently entertained some doubts.  Those doubts
evaporated that night.  When we got to the bar we ordered drinks and began
dncing to the music.  A few minutes into our second dance Marie spotted
Harry.  He had just arrived at the bar...  alone.  He was sitting on a
stool at the main bar.  I danced Marie over toward him.  When he saw us,
Marie and I both said "Hi" to him.  Knowing what was in Marie's mind, I
said, "Harry...  dance with this woman." He accepted my offer and took
Marie in his arms.  I went back to our table and drank as I watched them
from a distance.  I wondered if I really would be OK with this guy actually
fucking my wife.  As I thought about it I noticed that I was becoming
aroused.  I learned later that during their first dance Marie smiled at
Harry, reached down between their bodies and said, "I don't think we had a
chance to complete what you started last night." She said he grinned at her
and pulled her body tighter against his.  Finally, during the second song
of their dance he whispered, "I'd like to correct that." Marie told me
later that she whispered into his ear that she would like that too.  He
replied by asking how it could happen...  seeing as I was there.  At the
end of that dance she held Harry's hand and virtually drug him back to our
table.  Harry grabbed his drink from the bar before sitting down.  Marie
took one long drink, reached her hand out to take one of my hands in
hers... and then her other hand claslped Harry's free hand.  Looking
directly into my eyes Marie said, "Honey, I would like to take Harry home
with us...  now.  Can we do that?" Harry looked at me with questioning
eyes. I leaned over toward Harry and quietly said, "I think my Marie would
like you to fuck her.  Are you up to it?" With a rather dumbfounded look on
his face he looked first at me...  then Marie...  then back at me while
saying, "Damn right I'm up to it...  if it doesn't offend you."

   We quickly finished our drinks and headed for our cars.  I told Harry to
follow Marie and me the short distance to our flat.  Once home, Marie
excused herself and I made drinks for all three of us.  I don't think
either Harry or I knew exactly what do to or say.  We didn't have to make
small talk for long.  Marie returned wearing nothing but her shorty
nightie, and she immediately took charge.  "I want both of you to strip off
all your clothes, throw them on the sofa, and sit your bare asses on the
floor leaning against the sofa." Marie sipped her drink as wordlessly Harry
and I complied with her directions.  I noticed Harry studying Marie's pert
breasts through the thin material of her nightie.  Marie was actually
licking her lips as she stared at Harry's cock when it sprang out of his
shorts.  Marie put her drink down and sat on the floor between us, facing
us, her bare legs between our bare bodies.  She leaned forward and with
each hand she took hold of our cocks and began to stroke them.  I reached
over and lifted Marie's nightie to her shoulders and she shrugged the
garment off.  Then, looking at me she said, "Honey, I want to show you what
I did for Harry last night." She crawled between his legs and put her lips
on the tip of his erect cock as I watched.  Then Marie looked up at Harry
and said, "This time don't you dare cum while I suck you.  You can do that
in a few minutes...  when you fuck me!" True to her word, Marie just sucked
Harry a short time...  and then lay back on the rug, spread eagle, and
said, "Harry, this is you chance.  Do me while my dear husband watches!"
Harry glanced quickly toward me, and quickly got onto his knees between
Marie's legs.  Looking over toward me, Marie said: "Come closer honey, and
watch as Harry enters me." The whole scene had become a blur to me.  Marie
and I had never talked about me watching as another man fucked her...  but
I did as she said.  I laid on my side next to her and looked at the
juncture of her crotch, with Harry's hard cock poised to enter my wife.  I
felt Marie's nearest hand wrap around my cock and hold it as she lifted her
hips to receive Harry's eager cock.  In it went...  as all three sets of
eyes watched the connection unfold.  Harry looked at me one more time
before he began to pump Marie in earnest.  As he pumped, Marie's hand
pumped my erect cock.  Using her other hand she reached over and brought my
head to hers.  We kissed as I felt her body begin to respond to Harry's
enthusiastic fucking efforts.  She hissed a bit as we kissed, and moaned...
and then whispered, "I love you honey." That was the last thing I heard as
her attention quickly focused exclusively on the pleasure she was
experiencing from Harry's cock plowing in and out of her body with
increasing intensity...  deep plunges.  Her body was squirming next to
mine. My mind was in another world.  I wasn't upset that another man was
fucking my wife, rather, I found that mentally I was cheering him on... 
hoping he would give her a mind-blowing orgasm.  Then I had a quick
sobering thought: he's going to have an orgasm too...  and fill my wife
with his spunk.  'She's on the pill,' I thought...  with relief.  That
thought disolved into an enhanced sense of sexual arousal for me.  I found
myself greatly turned-on by the scene before me.  Marie let out a few more
throaty groans and moans, twisted her body and her eyes shut.  I knew she
was experiencing an orgasm.  It was the first time I had ever objetively
"observed" my Marie have an orgasm.  I loved knowing the intense pleasure
she was experiencing...  even if it was from another man.  Then Harry's
thrusts got harder, jerkier, and then he held his crotch tightly against
Marie's.  I knew that was the moment his spunk was flowing into her body.
Rather than having a negative reaction, I bent over and planted a kiss on
Marie's forehead.  Harry fell off to the other side of Marie.  Eventually
they both regained their breath, and Marie resumed her stroking of my cock.
She smiled up at me.  "Everything OK, honey?" she asked.  I just smiled
back and said, "Yes dear...  everything is just fine!" A few minutes later
Marie turned to Harry and said, "Thanks.  We's have to do this again
sometime soon.  But for now, I think you should get your clothes on and let
me cuddle with my husband." Marie turned onto her side facing me and gave
me a deep tongue kiss as Harry dressed.  When he was done, Marie gave him a
kiss and said, "There's a paper on the table over there.  It has our home
phone number and my work phone number on it.  Take it.  Give me a call
sometime next week." He took the paper and left.  Marie and I had the most
fantastic sex in the days and weeks that followed.  But even when we were
not having sex I would find myself getting aroused at the slightest thing.
For example I only had to watch her putting on her lipstick to imagine
those same lips clamped around Harry's dick.  Seeing her prancing around in
her stockings reminded me of the way she spread her legs and welcomed Harry
into her body.  It even happened when I was at work.  The memory of what
she had gotten up to would suddenly come unbidden to my mind.  Many is the
time that I had to slip into the toilets and have an essential wank.  We
constantly talked about it when we were in bed, and it was still such a
mutual turn-on that we both knew there would have to be a next time...  and
probably a next new guy.  I told Marie that I appreciated her arranging it
so I was present when Harry fucked her that first time, but I also told her
that it was not necessary for me to be present the next time, as long as
she told me all the details after.  There was a next time...  the following
week...  and several more times with Harry (usually at his place).  And,
there were other guys too that Marie found attractive.  She always told me
about her outside sexual play, either before or after it happened.  I
understood what all this meant...  that other men's cocks were now
regularly penetrating my Marie's tight married cunt and fucking her to
blissfulness.  As I said, she was on the pill, so every time she "played" I
knew there was the distinct possibility that she would come home filled
with cum (I grew to enjoy fucking her when the insides of her cunt were
still coated with the spunk of other men).  The only uncertain element
about many nights was the lucky man's identity!  And whereas I previously
had regular mental images of her with Harry, I now often envision anonymous
men between her open thighs, rutting her with abandon.  And mentally
looking over his shoulder I can visualize the features of my Marie's pretty
face, contorted in her sexual ecstasy.  This new lifestyle for us started
three years ago.  Occasionally I join one of Marie's dates in double
fucking her...  but usually she does them one-on-one, and then tells me
about it later as we make love.

   During those months we have talked a lot about our mutual thoughts on
the subject of my being her cuckold hubby...  my HAPPILY being her cuckold
hubby.  We have decided that our love and sex life is stonger than ever,
and there is no reason for me to be jealous as she experiences her own
"special play" with other men.