My Cuckold Experience - My Wife's Date and Sl

I had been out grocery shopping, I decided I'm going to cook a lovely roast beef dinner for my wife and her date this evening, seemed only fitting being a Sunday.
It took a little begging but my wife, who being the main breadwinner in our marriage and holds the purse strings, gave me enough money to buy her a nice meal.
I bought the beef and veg I needed and a nice, albeit slightly cheap, bottle of wine to go with it.

I headed back home and went strait to the kitchen to start the cooking.

Once everything was cooking away, I had some free time so went upstairs to check in on my wife.
She was laying asleep on our bed.

"Honey?" I gently spoke, trying to rouse her from her peaceful slumber,
"Your date will be here in a couple hours, you want to start getting ready soon?"

She groaned, forcing one of her beautiful eyes open to look at me, before burying her head back into her pillow.

"Come on baby, you'll be unhappy with me if I let you oversleep." I continued.

"I'm unhappy with you waking me up." She grumbled into the pillow.

"I know, my love." I calmly reassured.

She rolled onto her back and lifted her arms up for a big stretch. She then sat up and yawned.

"What are you cooking for us tonight?" She asked sniffing the air.

"One of your favourites, roast beef." I smiled.

"Oh nice," She smiled and licked her lips at the thought,
"see you have your uses in this marriage."

I grinned broadly at that small praise.

She then pulled the covers back and got up out of bed. She was stood naked in all of her voluptuous glory and had another stretch which showed off her beautiful curves even more.
I subtly bit my lower lip, it's almost painful seeing how sexy she looks.

She then strolled into our en-suite bathroom to both freshen up and start getting ready for her date with the young stud.

"Be a dear and pick a nice dress out for me, hon." She called from the bathroom.

"Sure, babe." I replied, opening our wardrobe. I couldn't help but notice how outnumbered my clothes are compared to hers, even in our wardrobe, she dominates me!

I went through her skimpy dresses, deciding carefully which one to choose.

"Ah perfect!" I thought to myself, pulling out a rather special black and red patterned dress, she had worn it for our first date together, she looked so amazing in it, and no doubt her stud would appreciate her in it as much as me.

I quickly straitened the bed up and laid it out on top of the covers.

A few minutes passed and I heard the flush of the toilet going before my wife walked
back into the bedroom.

"Oh that one, yeah good choice." She praised walking over to the bed to eye the dress up.

"It's the one you wore on our first date together." I reminded her.

"Wow, you can remember what I wore." She said in a controlled yet surprised voice.

"Of course, sweetheart." I smiled.

"That's sweet." She gushed.

We stared at eachother for a few moments, I could tell she was thinking of our first date.

"I best go check on dinner." I broke the silence, and headed down to the kitchen.

I carried on cooking while my wife got ready. I then set up a small wooden table in the dining room, laying out a nice cover on it and lighted some candles. I then dimmed the lights and played a romantic CD full of sweet soft love songs on a quiet volume to set the scene.

"Dinner smells real nice." I turned quickly to see my gorgeous wife stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a smile on her beautiful face. She looked utterly stunning in her dress and with her dark black hair done up in a fancy yet loose bun and make up on. She wore smokey black eye shadow and a red wine coloured lipstick.
I noticed she was walking around barefoot though.

"You look amazing, hon." I compliment her.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"And you smell real good too." I tell her, noticing her sweet flowery perfume.

"Oh stop!" She giggled modestly.

"You do, though!" I chuckled a little nervously.

"Thanks, you think Alan will like what he'll see?" She asked, sounding a little nervous herself.

"Oh god yeah! How could he not like what he sees, you're looking like a goddess." I reassured her.

"Hope so, a gorgeous fit guy like him deserves a real pretty woman."
She stated glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Yeah..." I softly returned, and then carried on with the last little preparations.

A few minutes passed when suddenly, the doorbell rings.

"Oh god, that'll be him!" She chirped anxiously. She took a deep breath, let out a quick sharp exhale and walked to the door.

"Hey, nice to see you again!" She beamed out upon opening the front door and
seeing Alan standing there. He wore a smart white buttoned shirt and dark blue jeans.
He had his short brown hair looking a little feathered.

"Hey, gorgeous, wow you look incredible!" He stated eyeing her up and down.

"Why thank you!" She grinned excitedly, quickly adjusting her boobs in her dress and then patted the dress down over her hips.

"I got you these." He smiled and handed her a big beautiful bouquet of flowers, as well as a heart shaped box of chocolates.

"Aww you shouldn't have, that's so sweet and thoughtful." She gushed, taking her gifts,
"Please come on in."

She stood to the side, letting him walk into the house and she closed the door.

I nervously walked up to them, feeling quite shy.

He was a little bit taller than me, and he looked quite buff, like an athlete.

"Oh right, Alan, this is my husband, Bobby." My wife introduced us.

"Uh yeah, hi, er- nice to meet you." I stammered nervously, holding my hand out.

"Hey man." He looked at me and then glanced back over to my wife,
blanking my offer of an handshake. I couldn't tell if he meant to be rude or if he just didn't notice for being unable to take his eyes off my wife.

"He's real nice, isn't he hon?" My wife asked pleasantly.

"Y-yeah, real nice." I quickly answered, pulling my hand back to my side.

"Go ahead, babe, take your shoes off, get comfortable." My wife grinned at her date.

"Ok baby, thanks." He happily responded, kicking his black shiny dress shoes off and leaving them by the side of the stairs.

My wife then took his hand and lead him to the dining room.
I could clearly see him checking out her gorgeous shapely bottom as she walked slightly infront of him, obviously enjoying the way her curvey hips sway seductively.

He pulled out her chair for her as she sat down in it and then he sat in his chair which was at the opposite side.

"Thank you, you're such a gentleman." She smiled at him.

"Well you're such a lady." He returned.

"I'm not always a lady!" My wife seductively giggled.

"Well, no your not a lady in the bedroom!" He winked and softly chuckled.

"You are a real man in the bedroom though, aren't you?" She winked.

"You should know." He winked again at her.

The sexual tension in the air was very noticeable, I felt like a third wheel just standing there uselessly, listening to them flirt.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat getting their attention,
"dinner will be ready real soon, would you 2 like a drink?"

"Yeah sure, hon." My wife answered, not taking her eyes off her stud.

"Yeah whatever, man." Alan answered.

"I got a bottle of wine." I told them.

"That'll be fine for me, hon." She replied, still not taking her eyes off him.

"I'll have what she's having!" He joked and laughed. My wife laughed with him.

"Such wit." My wife giggled, obviously impressed by him no matter how lame his jokes are.

"Ok." I respond, and head to the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of wine from out the fridge and popped it open. I then walked back to the dining room where my wife and her lover were steamily flirting away with eachother.
They didn't even take any notice of me as I poured out their red wine into their glasses.

I headed back into the kitchen and set about getting dinner up. I'd eventually filled 2 plates with the beef and vegetables and roast potatoes. I'm no Michelin star chef but I was pretty pleased with my efforts. I then carried to 2 plates into the dining room.

I was a little shocked but not too surprised to see my wife running her bare foot up the stud's leg under the table, she was even pressing her sole gently but firmly into his crotch as she eyed him up and seductively licked her lips. He moved his hand down and softly stroked the back of her foot as she did that, obviously making no attempt at all to get her to stop.

"Dinner is served." I interrupted, laying my wife's plate down infront of her and then Alan's.

"Thanks, hon, looks nice." She quickly turned to smile at me, and then glanced back to eye up Alan.

"Yeah, thanks man." He said with his eyes still locked onto my wife.

"No problem." I uttered softly, feeling very much like a third wheel.

I just stood there uselessly for a few minutes as they got tucked into their dinner.

My wife put her knife and fork down and raised her wineglass.

"Here's to a nice date." She toasted.

"And to a steamy night." Alan winked and gently clinked his glass onto hers.

"Here here!" She giggled before taking a sip.

They carried on eating.

"You waiting around for a tip or something?" My wife suddenly stated, glancing over at me.

"Or you looking for scraps?" Alan scoffed, making my wife laugh.

"Um- no, oh er- sorry, I'll - er, leave you 2 lovers to it..." I awkwardly bumbled and quickly made for the kitchen.

"Shit, that was stupid." I quietly scolded myself.

I just leaned up against the kitchen counter, listening in on my wife and her date.
They was talking and flirting. They started talking about when my wife first started dating me, she was telling him all sorts of embarrassing stories and silly romantic gestures I did and laughing together. I felt so small.

After a while, it went all quiet. Assuming they'd finish their meal, I headed into the room to clear their plates away for them.

I was stunned when I saw my wife sitting on his lap, snogging his face off.
They both had their eyes closed, lost in their embrace, so they didn't notice me.
His chair was placed so I could see the back of him, and could clearly see my wife with her arms d****d around his neck and shoulders, with her jaw moving up and down slowly yet deliberately.
I couldn't see their tongues going in and out of their mouths but I knew for sure that they was rubbing and grinding and wrestling and wrapping around eachother.


I watched and felt my jeans getting very tight as my cock swell.
There's something about watching my wife enjoying a passionate snog with another guy that really gets my cock bulging hard.

My wife suddenly caught me standing there as she opened one eye.
She didn't stop though, if anything, she increased her efforts.
She's taunting me.

My jaw dropped a little, I didn't move though, I just watched. She closed her eye and moaned in pleasure as their lips smacked.

She then stopped and leaned back to look her lover in the face.

"You're such a good kisser." She breathlessly uttered.

"So are you." He returned the compliment, licking his lips.

She then glanced upwards to me. Alan turned his head and noticed me there.

"Er, don't mind me." I quickly excused myself and walked over to the table to pick up their
mostly empty plates.

"Please-" My wife said, pointing towards her nearly empty wineglass. She didn't have to say any more, I knew she was asking for more wine so I refilled both hers and his glasses.
I then went back into the kitchen, noticing my wife locking her lips back onto his to continue their steamy smooch.

I listened intently in on the wet slurpy sounds of their snog and the moans of pleasure from both coming from the dining room as I washed the plates. I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing with my hard-on raging inside my pants.
I started to feel a little warm wetness around my boxers, I was oozing pre-cum.

I started hearing small chatter amongst them again.

"Wait here baby, I'm just going to go freshen up." I heard my wife telling him.

She then walked into the kitchen.

"Come on, hon, I need your help." She instructed me.
I eagerly followed her into the downstairs bathroom.

As we walked in she closed and locked the door behind us, and then lifting her dress up,
she sat down onto the toilet where tinkling water could soon be heard coming from inside the bowl.

I realised she hadn't been wearing any underwear.

"Your date's going well, dear." I stated.

"Yeah, I think he's having a good time, as am I." She responded,
"You don't mind sleeping in the spare room, do you hon?"

"What do you mean, my love?" I puzzled.

"Well he wants to spend the night with me, so you don't mind sleeping in the spare room while he sleeps in our bed with me, do you?" She asked casually.

"Uh- No I don't mind." I submissively answer, knowing full well no matter what I say he'll be staying the night in our marital bed.

"Don't worry, we won't be doing much sleeping!" She chuckled and finished peeing.

She then got up, flushed, and stood infront of the mirror adjusting her smooth black hair, letting the bun go so her hair falls down over her shoulders.

"Oh uh, hon, do me a favour, I need a bit of cleaning up." She told me looking at my reflection.

"Sure, anything for you, dear, what needs cleaning?" I inquired, eager to please.

"Well, er-" She stopped and looked down towards her crotch,
it suddenly dawned on me what she meant.

"Oh, er- ok, anything for you..." I swallowed hard and knelt down behind her.

She opened her legs a little wider and hitched her dress up over her beautiful well-rounded bum.

She started applying a little more makeup, seemingly oblivious to what I was doing.

I held my tongue out and pressed my face into her gorgeous naked ass. I pressed my tongue flat against the moist silky slits of her shaved pussy. It tasted slightly more sour than usual, what with the drops of urine still coating it. I didn't mind too much though, I felt so honoured getting to lick my wife's glorious pussy. I kept licking and noticed that the cleaner it got, the more sweeter it tasted.

My nose was also nestled up against her little taut brownish coloured bumhole, so I was enjoying the sweetly musky scent of her ass as an added bonus.

Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, she let out a strong forceful puff of a fart.

"Ahhh that's better..." She sighed in relief, without a care in the world for me.

The strong musky smell of her fart reminded me of the smell of the broccoli steaming in the pot earlier when I was cooking. I just nestled my nose back up against her now smelly bumhole and carried on licking her sweet pussy.

"I been holding that in for the last half hour," She casually revealed to me while adding a new layer of lipstick onto her lips in the mirror,
"well I'm not going to fart infront of my date now, am I?"

She let out another slightly softer fart. I just accepted the warm stench of air being blown up into my nose as I rolled and wriggled my tongue deep inside the hole of her wet pussy.

I'm so used to smelling her farts now that my mind doesn't really register it as an unpleasant smell anymore, that's not to say hers smell like roses, it's just it may as well be perfume to me.
My cock certainly would say they smell of roses though, it was now bulging even harder than before as I continued to enjoy my cleaning duties.

"Can you smell that beef dinner down there?" She looked over her shoulder and chuckled.

"Yeah, smells lovely." I stopped licking to submissively answer her before going back in.

"Correct answer." She softly chuckled to herself making one last little adjustment to her makeup.

"Ok, you can stop now." She told me and moved away from me.

"Awww do I have to stop?" I softly whined which made her giggle.

"Of course, silly, my pussy is needed elsewhere." She cooed, pulling her dress down
to cover her crotch.

I stood up and she walked up to me, she placed her hand onto my hip and placed her red wine coloured lips to my ear.

"You've been such a good husband tonight, think I'll let you watch." She whispered so seductively.
She then pulled away and looked at me with a cheeky smile.

"I'd like that." I sighed, and gulped a little nervously.

She giggled and then turned to walk out the bathroom, with me following close behind.

She strolled over to her young charming stud and leaned her hand onto his strong shoulder.

"Let's go sit in the living room, babe." She pleasantly instructed him.

"Sounds good." He replied, standing up.

As she turned around, he swung an open palm onto her butt, making a loud slap.

"Ooh you cheeky thing!" She chuckled playfully, before softly moaning in delight as he held his hand to her bumcheek, having a nice feel.

She then took his hand off her bum and held it in her hand and walked him to the living room,
with me tagging along behind.
They walked over to the white sofa where she sat him down and leaned forward over him, getting her beautiful face right into his.

"I could do with some afters," She steamily stated,
"I fancy something that's real creamy and sweet and will fill me right up...!"

"Hmmm yeah, I think I got just the thing for you..." He sighed.

"Do you, is it nice and big...?" She softly asked, undoing the belt to his jeans. She then unzipped his zipper and pressed her lips to his, going in for more steamy snogs, as I just stood there watching with jealous yet eager eyes.

I saw her hand go down into the opening of his jeans, and could tell she was giving his big excited member a nice massage. I didn't really notice my own hand going down into my jeans, I was just so lost in the moment, and so excited, that I instinctively started jerking off.

I did feel so jealous too though, I can only jerk off as that young stud gets
my wife to jerk him off for him. She did it so lovingly too.

I watched as she then stopped snogging him, and ripped his white buttoned shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere as she kissed the smooth pecs of his rippled chest, and then kissing down his washboard abs. It looks like he takes real good care of his personal grooming.

She slid down onto her knees right infront of him, pulled his jeans down to his ankles where it became obvious to me that he didn't bother wearing any underwear either.
He was big and hard, like a true alpha male, he was hung big.

My wife let out an audible gasp, no doubt she's very impressed with the size of his manhood.

"It's so big, just the way I love it." She sighed with delight, her hand still gripped on it.

He put his hand behind the back of her head, and with no resistance from her at all, she bowed her head down, pressing her lips to his large thick helmet, and kissed it.

She then forced it past her lips, taking all of his helmet into her mouth and began to suck.

I saw the look of pleasure fill the expression on his face. I felt so humbled, seeing my wife sucking off a true bull while me, the pathetic cuckolded husband, watches on uselessly.

She moaned and groaned in pleasure as she slurps and sucks him so good. She almost gags as she attempts to take every inch of his big thick cock into her mouth. His helmet must reach right down to the bottom of her throat. If he was to pinch her nose shut she'd suffocate, that's how big and thick his cock is and how much it takes up her mouth and throat.

She keeps sucking, only every stopping to lick down his thick throbbing shaft and lick and suck his big balls. She looks anxious, knowing how much spunk those big balls have inside them, just waiting to be released. She even wriggles her tongue down into his crack to lick his ass.

He's loving it all, getting the full attention that a stud like him deserves,
and she's loving it just as much as him.

My cock dribbles with pre-cum all over my fingers, as I watch and wank.

Suddenly, the cum gushes out of my pathetic cock. I look down embarrassed. I quickly grab a tissue from the pocket of my jeans and clean myself up.

He's still going strong though, with my wife being so patient and loving with his cock.
Finally, after some good loving from her, he shoots his load all over her face.

"Oooh yeeeaah, there's a good guy." My wife utters with pleasure, as his white thick creamy spunk drips down her face. She licks the cum up off his throbbing helmet, cleaning him good.

Some of his sperm drips down onto her dress, the special dress she wore for our first date as now been stained in his cum. I couldn't help but find that to be a sexy thought.

"There's plenty more where that came from." He tells her with a relieved smile on his face.

"I bet..." She groaned in delight, finally wiping the cum off her face and licking it off her fingers. She licks the splodge of cum from her lips, loving the taste of a real man.

She then wraps her lips back over his big helmet and suckles him.

He only got a little softer, before growing harder again. The stamina of the man is incredible.
I felt even more pathetic in comparison to him.

"I want all that you've got." My wife tells him with pure intention.

"Oh don't you worry, sexy, I'm going to give it to you good and proper." He tells her as she leans up to him for a snog.

After a hot steamy smooch, she stands up and takes his hand.

"Come on, let's take this to the bedroom." She winked and he stood up, he kicked his jeans off his feet and followed her out the room and up the stairs.

I walked behind them, they were so eager and anxious to fuck, like 2 young horny teenagers about to fuck for the first time, even though they're not teenagers and they have fucked before.

As she lead him into our bedroom, she stopped at the doorway and turned to me.
She placed her hand onto my chest to stop me from going any further.

"Oh hon, I said I'd let you watch and I did, you watched me give him a good sucking off."
She began, "Now, we want some privacy, you understand, don't you?"

I felt a pang of jealousy hit me hard.

"Oh, right... Ok." I dejectedly sigh.

"I knew you would understand, thank you, wish me luck, I'm going to need it!" She chuckled.

"Good luck." I reply and gave her a small peck of a kiss onto her cheek.

She walked into the bedroom, shutting the door in my face,
and I heard the lock from the inside turn. Now there was no chance of me going in there,
even if I desperately wanted to.

I made my way into the spare bedroom, knowing I could hear everything that goes on inside our bedroom through the thin walls.

To my surprise, I see my pyjamas and a set of fresh clothes resting on top of the cover, I also saw my toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste resting on the bedside table.
I realised my wife had placed them there so that I'd have no excuse for disturbing
her and her lover.

I took my clothes off and settled down onto the single bed, listening closely as I heard things steaming up inside our bedroom between my wife and the stud.

I felt so jealous but my cock completely betrayed my emotions by growing hard once more.
I pulled my pants down and began jerking off again.

It was a long lonely night for me, as my wife and her lover fucked all night long,
only ever stopping for short rests, where he'd be holding her and kissing her and exploring every inch of her beautiful body with his fingertips.
Right before he grew hard and ready to fuck her more and more.

It was a long night for them, but no doubt the time flew by as they fucked the night away.
Unlike for me, where time seemed to stand still, I tried keeping up with them, cumming as much as the stud did but I was left high and dry, only managing a pitiful 3 cums during the night,
his count was a lot higher, and my wife was very pleased for that!

Finally, the morning sun rose through the window, and now a long day lay ahead of me...