Sharing his secret cuckolding fantasy with his wife transforms their routine relationship into one overflowing with x-rated, voyeuristic activities.

My favorite Internet porn has always involved a husband watching his wife with another man. I love to see a man hold his wife’s hand or kiss her while her lover thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy.

In many of the countless cuckolding videos on the Web, husbands play a submissive role, but I don’t care for those. I prefer watching a loving, affectionate couple in which the husband simply enjoys seeing someone else please his wife. I’ve savored many videos depicting a woman with her head in her hubby’s lap, his hands on her breasts as she spreads her legs for her stud, or of a wife bent over, gazing adoringly at her husband, as her lover drills her from the rear.

Up until recently, my wife had no idea of my preoccupation with cuckold pornography, much less my secret longing to explore the fantasy with her. Cuckolding was something I considered taboo, which was, of course, one of the reasons why I found it so exciting. I was far too embarrassed to share my most private desires with her, and she discovered my craving by accident.

At the office one afternoon, I realized I needed some information from my home computer, so I phoned Cindy at the house, gave her my password, and had her locate the files for me. I resumed my work, far too distracted to realize the implications of giving Cindy access to my machine — and the depth of her curiosity. She said nothing out of the ordinary when I returned home that evening. She waited until we were in bed for the night — when both of us were naked. With her dark brown hair in pigtails, Cindy looked adorable. With a playful smile, she climbed on top of me, kissing and rubbing against me suggestively.

“I saw some of the videos you’d bookmarked,” she said softly.

“Oh, my God.”

“Relax — I don’t mind. That stuff excites you, doesn’t it?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

Cindy’s bare breasts brushed against my chest as she writhed temptingly. “Tell the truth — have you ever thought about us doing that? You watching while I fucked another man?”

My cock was rock-hard. I nodded wordlessly. Cindy was grinding her slippery pussy against the underside of my erection.

“Would it excite you to know that I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon?” she inquired.

I gasped, and she slid along the length of my cock until the tip pressed right against her hole. “Wanna try it?” she whispered.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”

Cindy smiled and added pressure, and my cock slipped into her molten pussy. She was feverishly hot inside and wet with passion.

“Is this what you want me to do with someone else?”

I nodded again, barely able to contain myself. She leaned over, letting her nipples graze my lips. Her hips were moving rhythmically, and her voice trembled.

“It would be so naughty for you to watch someone enjoy what you enjoy, to have him know me the way only you know me. Would you let him come in my pussy?”

“Oh, God — yes!” I cried, filling her with my cream.

My excitement kindled Cindy’s, and she writhed on my spasming cock.

“Oh fuck, Ritchie, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Our shared passion sealed the deal. Opening our marriage was a major step, but I trusted Cindy implicitly, knowing that she found the idea exciting for the same reason I did — because cuckolding seemed so forbidden. Talking about her having sex with another man made our every sensual encounter electrifying, but we talked about our desires outside the bedroom as well — to make sure there would be no reason for jealousy and no regrets.

Finally, the time came to choose a partner for her. Luck provided us a candidate. I had recently reconnected with an old friend over social media. Cindy and I had known Greg since high school. He had moved out of state after college, but he’d expressed interest in paying us a visit on his next vacation. I knew that he’d nursed a secret crush on Cindy for years, and I’d noticed the way she’d looked at him. When I suggested him as a possible candidate, Cindy’s eyes lit up.

“He’s always been a cutie.”

I phoned Greg the next day, and we made plans to connect at the end of the month.

“Cindy’s looking forward to seeing you again,” I told him.

“Really?” he replied. “You know, I always had the biggest crush on her.”

I could barely keep from snickering. “Well, between you and me, she always liked you, too.”

Greg arrived on a Friday afternoon. Cindy was wearing shorts and a skimpy top. She didn’t waste any time, making sure to press her boobs against Greg’s chest when they hugged. Her kiss was on his mouth, lasting an instant longer than would be considered innocent, and the gleam in her eyes was unmistakable. Greg turned a deep shade of crimson.

I could tell how much Cindy liked him. Greg had clean-cut boyish looks, dark, wavy hair, and a tall but solid build. I’d always been aware that had Cindy not been with me, she might have dated Greg, and right now that fact excited the hell out of me. I grilled steaks for dinner. We ate on the patio, and afterward we settled into the living room. I opened a bottle of expensive whiskey, and Cindy made sure to sit between Greg and me on the sofa. She snuggled up against him and downed her drink for courage. Then, with Greg’s total attention focused on her, she explained that our favorite fantasy was to have me watch her with someone else. Greg looked surprised at the revelation, but he didn’t say a word. Cindy continued, telling him that we thought he would be a perfect choice, as there seemed to be a mutual attraction between him and her. Greg looked at me.

“Are you serious, man?”

I assured him that this was an exciting fantasy for us. “We’re going to do it with someone, and we’d rather he be someone we know and trust.”

To help Greg make up his mind, Cindy removed her top, exposing her ample breasts to his gaze. Greg looked at them hungrily, and Cindy leaned over to kiss him. Cindy’s kiss is sex itself, and Greg’s cock must have stiffened instantly — I know mine did. My wife was topless and kissing another man, and I didn’t know which of us was more turned on.

Their kiss deepened, and Greg’s hand moved cautiously to Cindy’s breast. I could see their tongues intertwining, hear their lips meeting and parting. Cindy turned to check on me.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“God, yes” was my reply.

She smiled and turned back to Greg, her eager mouth returning to his. I moved to the adjacent chair to give them room. Cindy unbuttoned Greg’s shirt and pushed it off, letting it drop onto the sofa cushions. Her hands roamed all over his arms and chest, her fingers brushing over his nipples as her mouth devoured his. Greg broke the kiss only to move his lips down to her neck. Cindy moaned as he kissed her there and began massaging her breasts in earnest. Her nipples were already stiff, and he pinched and rolled the nubs between his fingers. Then he cupped her boobs and flicked his tongue at each of her nipples in turn. Cindy’s eyes were glazed with lust.

“Knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?”

“He’s driving me crazy,” she said, her voice fading to a sexy sigh.

This was better than any of the dirty movies I’d ever watched. Cindy looked nearly transported, and Greg was a man on a mission. He sucked her nipples aggressively, and Cindy arched her back and slipped one hand inside her shorts to toy with herself. Greg pushed her large breasts together and ran his lips from one hard nipple to the other. Then he sucked both of them into his mouth at once, and Cindy whimpered with delight. She urged him up to his feet, tore his pants open and yanked them down, allowing his rigid cock to spring upward. Cindy was gleeful.

She leaned in and kissed his shaft all over. Greg could barely keep still as my wife kissed and fondled his erection. Wrapping her thumb and forefinger around his dick, she stroked him. Then delicately cupping his balls, she parted her lips and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Greg gasped as she began sucking him. So did I. Seeing my wife behave this way with someone else made my cock ache. Cindy moaned around his dick, yet her eyes kept stealing over to me, checking to make sure I was still comfortable. Her features lit up when she saw the obvious arousal on my face.

She let go of Greg’s cock to murmur, “His cock tastes so good. I can’t wait to have it in my cunt.”

“I can’t wait to see it in there,” I told her. “Suck his dick good, baby.”

“It’s thicker than yours,” she said before running her tongue up the underside.

“I think he’s got me by half an inch as well.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, stuffing the head back into her mouth.

She relaxed and let him fuck her mouth as if it were a pussy. She licked and slurped his rod, moaning as though she were enjoying a favorite dessert. Then she stood and kissed him.

“Can you taste your cock in my mouth?”

“I’d rather taste your pussy,” said Greg, dropping to his knees.

Cindy slid down her shorts and panties. Naked, she beckoned me over to the sofa, then lay back with her head in my lap as she spread her legs for her lover. Greg looked at me. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Watching you two is hotter than fuck, man. Go for it.”

Cindy reached down and spread her pussy lips, and Greg leaned in to lick her. He ran his tongue up and down her slit and then flicked it over her clit.

“Suck me,” she moaned. “Suck my clit.”

Sliding a finger inside her hole, he put his lips around her little pearl and happily obliged her. Greg appeared to be working in a steady rhythm, only slowing his actions whenever she drew close to climax. He continued to fuck her with his finger, and my wife obviously loved every minute of it.

“Ooh, don’t stop,” she insisted. “That’s so nice.”

It was getting difficult to keep my cock in my pants; Cindy looked so exotic with another man’s face buried in her snatch. She was really enjoying herself, and that was exactly what I’d wanted. She pinched her nipples while Greg worked his finger in her cunt and mouthed her clit. Cindy started panting, and she sighed languorously as she came. Greg’s lips and cheeks were shiny and wet, and Cindy pulled him in for a kiss, licking her juices from his face. His cock was rigid, and she grabbed hold of the shaft and guided it into her pussy.

Both Cindy and I stared at Greg’s prick as it moved in and out of her cunt. Then we looked at each other and grinned. This was really happening — our fantasy was coming true.

“I love our dirty little sex games,” she whispered. I held her hand, and we kissed before turning our attention back to the action between her legs.

Greg started fucking her with purpose. Cindy drew back her knees and held them tight, opening herself completely to his pumping cock.

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me with your great big dick!”

Greg leaned over and kissed her. That drove me crazy, seeing Cindy kiss him while he fucked her. It was more personal that way — and twice as hot. Their lip-lock grew more passionate, and then Cindy arched her back and came.

Greg let her ride out the last beautiful spasms of her pleasure before attempting to reposition her. He wanted to fuck her from behind, and I was glad to give them the sofa so my wife could get on all fours for him. Greg bent to lick her pussy first. I knelt nearby so I could see the bliss on Cindy’s face. Then he slipped his fingers in her pussy and lowered his head again. Cindy looked at me, her eyes wide with ecstasy.

“He’s licking my ass! His tongue feels so fucking good!”

Greg slid his fingers in and out of Cindy’s cunt as he lapped at her asshole. I had never done that to her, never suspected that a rimjob would drive her insane, but suddenly she was crying out in orgasm with her eyes clenched shut.

Greg quickly mounted her, slamming his cock into her. “Oh yeah, give it to me,” she demanded.

Greg had discarded all sense of reserve in the face of Cindy’s obvious lust. He started hammering her pussy in a furious rhythm. Greg smacked her ass, even pulled her hair. Cindy squealed and bucked back against him, loving every second. My own cock was practically bursting out of my pants, and I quickly freed it. Watching the two of them was better than I’d ever imagined, and I stroked my throbbing prick without shame. Cindy smiled when she saw me. Seeing me jacking off while she fucked someone else really got her going, and she moaned as another orgasm shot through her.

Greg was at the edge of his sanity. He sat Cindy up on the sofa and aimed his dick at her lips. My wife’s lover stroked his cock madly until he sprayed all over her face. Cindy laughed delightedly and used her fingers to scoop up his cream before sucking her digits clean. The sight of their debauchery was too much for me. I stood, pumping my swollen prick and shooting off on Cindy’s pretty breasts. She lapped up my load as well, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she swallowed my semen.

I went to fetch us drinks, and by the time I returned with bottles of cold beer, Cindy was stroking Greg’s cock again. The evening’s activities had really stoked her coals, and as Greg relaxed on the sofa, chugging half his beer, she sank to her knees in front of him to take his cock back into her mouth.

She focused on the crown of his penis, sliding her lips back and forth over it, palming his balls as she teased him.

“Lie down on the floor, Greg,” she murmured. “On your back.”

I pushed the coffee table out of the way, and Greg lay down on the floor. Cindy took a slug of her beer and then straddled Greg’s face. Her eyelids fluttered as he hungrily lapped at her pussy. I stared at the milky white skin of her flat belly, the tautness in the muscles of her thighs, and her gorgeous breasts with their strawberry-colored nipples. She was in magnificent shape, and Greg’s ministrations soon had her wildly rocking her hips and panting.

“He’s gonna make me come, baby. I’m gonna come right on his face!”

My cock was rising again. Cindy was having sex with someone else. But that wasn’t what excited me most. That she loved me admiring her as much as I loved watching was what aroused me. I sipped my beer as my wife squirmed on Greg’s face, knowing that we would do this again, that this was only the beginning.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” Cindy moaned. “Oh, that’s so good!”

Greg’s cock was so hard that it was moving all by itself, springing up off his belly, and Cindy rose, urged him to sit on the sofa and climbed on to ride him. I leaned forward in my chair to enjoy the view. This is my favorite position when Cindy and I fuck. I love the angle of penetration and the access to all of her body — breasts, thighs, buttocks, shoulders, face, and hair all in easy reach. And the best aspect is that Cindy’s in the driver’s seat, with full control over depth, motion, and speed.

Rocking back and forth in Greg’s lap, she kissed him sensually, running her fingers through his silky hair. Then, moving slowly up and down, she cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them to him. Cindy has very sensitive nipples, and she grew more and more excited as Greg licked and sucked them. Suddenly, she was bouncing and moaning, and then she sat down hard, writhing as the pleasure coursed through her.

Once she caught her breath, she called me over to her. I knew what she wanted and sat on the end of the sofa. Cindy now lay back with her head in my lap again as she spread her legs for Greg. He moved between her thighs and placed his cock against her entrance. She raised her hips in invitation, and we all moaned in tandem as he plunged inside her. Cindy reached down and placed one finger on each side of his cock, adding an extra naughty touch as Greg stroked in and out of her slit.

“Should I let him come in my pussy? Would you like that?”

“God, yes. I want that!”

Greg’s mouth twisted in a wry smile. He moved slowly so that we could enjoy the show. All three of us were staring down between Cindy’s legs, paying rapt attention to his cock sliding in and out of her. He soon began panting but kept his rhythm steady.

“Here it comes,” he said in a hoarse voice.

He left about half the length of his cock in Cindy’s pussy and grunted as he shot off inside her.

As Greg got off, my wife rubbed her clit furiously, climaxing as her lover filled her with his come. Then Cindy sat up on the sofa and spread her legs so we could see his cream dripping out of her snatch. Greg and I switched places, and I kissed her.

“Mmm, got excited watching that, did you?” she asked me.

My cock found her still messy opening without any conscious thought on my part, and Greg stroked her hair as I fucked her come-filled pussy. Greg cheered me on, and in minutes, I added my load to his. I opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate this momentous occasion, and we invited Greg to spend the weekend with us. Saturday and Sunday he fucked Cindy in a variety of places and positions as I watched. I’ve shared her with half a dozen different men since then.

We find that opening our marriage has strengthened our already solid trust and enhanced the romance of our relationship. Neither of us can wait to do it again!