My name is Donald, but most people call me Donny, and my wife, Emma, and I were born and raised in a farming community in Nebraska. We were raised on neighboring farms and had been best, platonic friends since kindergarten. We didn’t start dating and having sex until our senior year in high school, and by then she had already been sexually active with two of my friends, Owen and Wyatt, starting in our junior year.
Emma is a pretty girl and had been sought after by many of the boys. She’s five feet and seven inches tall, weighed one hundred and twenty-three pounds in high school. With her dishwater blonde hair and brown eyes, she looks a lot like the sultry actress, Jordana Spiro, who you might know from her character, Rachael, on the Netflix series, ‘Ozark’. But Emma has 32 DD breasts, much larger than the actress’ tits, which was a big attraction for the boys.
We went steady for the remainder of high school and got married a year later. I was fortunate that my parents had a successful, twelve-thousand-acre farm, where I had worked since I was a boy, and they were generous enough to help me get started in life farming by leasing me fifteen hundred acres at a bargain price, just high enough to avoid tax issues.
After graduation, Emma worked as a sales clerk in a variety store in our small town until our first child was born two years later. Our second child was born a year after that, and Emma became a stay-at-home mother to raise our two kids. I was successful at farming, and over the years I bought the property from my parents, and even expanded by purchasing more acreage from a contiguous farmer. At the time of this story, I had ten thousand acres, some of which was undeveloped hammock land surrounded by wetlands.
We were thirty-nine years old when our second child, a daughter, graduated from high school and went to college. Emma went back to work at the variety store when our daughter started high school, so we were living comfortably, although modesty, and were still able to help our daughter pay for college. Our son went into the Army after high school, and we planned on helping him financially to start a farm of his own, when he came home after his military service.
Emma and I had a great sex life over the years, and I loved oral sex more than her. She thought I was sick for eating her out even after we fucked but liked me doing it. As we got into our late thirties after our kids moved away from home, I couldn’t help thinking back to our high school days, when I knew that two of my friends were fucking her.
I’m not that well-hung, with only a four-and-a-half-inch, cut dick of medium thickness, but knew from seeing my friends in the showers, that they are well-hung. Their uncircumcised, thick, soft cocks appeared to be six inches long, with egg-sized balls hanging low and swinging between their legs. I couldn’t help fantasizing about how big they would be on hard, and what it’d be like to see Emma fucked by those bigger cocks, but I didn’t have the nerve, at least at that time, to ask her what it was like to fuck them.
We have an old desktop computer in my farm office in the barn, that I used mostly for farm-related activities, like researching farm supplies, looking up agricultural best practices, and following the weather. And although I had never searched for porn online, one day I was curious and found several porn sites. I had no idea there was so much interest in the world for the homosexual, cuckold, and wife sharing stories I read, and I naively hadn’t even been aware those kinds of things were going on.
I logged onto those porn sites during the day when I had breaks from farm work since Emma was at work in town and enjoyed reading the stories, as well as looking at the naked photos and videos of both women and men, and of them having sex. I was impressed with the big cocks fucking the women, and even though I had not previously had any homosexual thoughts, I was surprisingly attracted to some of their genital packages.
It wasn’t long before I was masturbating as I watched the videos and read stories, and especially the cuckold and wife lovers’ stories, that helped me visualize what it must have been like when Emma fucked my friends in high school. I wasn’t ready to talk with Emma about my fantasies, but I started thinking about buying some sex toys, like a masturbation sleeve, that I could use to masturbate.
It even occurred to me to buy a big dildo that I could hold and stroke and imagine how Emma would feel with it inside her pussy. I was becoming much less homophobic after reading so many cuckold stories, where the husbands sucked the cocks of their wives’ lovers and thought it would be fun to try sucking a dildo, and maybe even one that squirted, just to see what it was like for those husbands.
Asking an Old Friend for Help
I decided to buy some of those sex toys and looked online since I found there wasn’t an adult bookstore (ABS) within one hundred miles of our town. And even if there were, I wouldn’t have been comfortable parking my truck in front of a place like that and being embarrassed having people see me there.
There were numerous websites where I could buy the sex toys online, but I was concerned they might be delivered when Emma was home on her days off, and she’d either open them or at least ask what I was purchasing. I even thought about having them delivered by mail to general delivery in my name at our contract postal branch in the variety store in town. But with it being a small town, and everyone knowing everyone, somebody there would know what I was buying, and might even tell Emma about it since she worked in the same store.
It finally dawned on to ask Jacob, an old friend from high school, if I could use his business address to have the items shipped to. He owns a farm supply store in town, and I didn’t think it would be a big imposition for him to do that for me. My only concern was that he’d know what I was up to since a request like that would imply that I was trying to hide something from Emma, and he’d be curious about it.
It would be better, I thought, to explain myself to one person, an old friend, even if he were curious enough to question me, than to have others, and especially Emma, find out about it. As far as I could remember, Jacob hadn’t dated or fucked Emma in high school, although he was friends with Owen and Wyatt too, and it’s possible they could have told him about fucking my future wife.
I knew that was a slow time of year for Jacob’s business, and his staff would be able to handle things with him gone for a while. So, I stopped by his store one day at 11:30 AM, and said, “Hi, Jacob, we haven’t talked in a while, and I thought you might like to join me for lunch. I have something I’d like to discuss with you, and I’m buying.”
He said, “Sure, Donny, it’ll be nice to catch up. I’ll let the guys in the back know to watch the front while I’m gone.”
We went to a barbeque place with indoor seating as well as picnic tables outside, and I led us outside, so we’d have more privacy. We talked about old times, the weather, and other mundane topics at first, and after our lunch was served, I said, “I’ve got a favor to ask you, old buddy. There are some items I’ve been thinking about ordering online, and I don’t want them to be delivered to the farm. Would you be okay with me using your store address as my shipping address?”
Jacob laughed and showed immediate insight, asking, “Whoa, Donny, what kind of kinky shit are you ordering that you don’t want Emma to know about? No offense, man, but from what Wyatt and Owen told me about dating Emma in high school, I don’t think anything would shock her.”
I wanted to deflect his question and avoid answering it, and I was also curious what he heard from Wyatt and Owen since he had never brought that up before. So, I asked, “What the hell did those assholes tell you about Emma?”
He answered, “I thought you knew that they, uh, let’s just say, uh, they rode Emma hard and broke her in for you in our junior year, and they couldn’t get enough of her big tits. From what I heard, she was a wild fuck, and did all kinds of nasty shit with them.”
That’s the first hint I’d heard of that, and said, “Well, yeah, I knew that she had sex with them, because Owen and Wyatt told me that, but they never said anything about nasty shit. What exactly did they tell you?”
Jacob likely felt that he had the upper hand since I was asking him to do something sneaky for me, and he wasn’t the least bit reluctant to say, “Again, no offense, old buddy, but they said that she was insatiable, wanted to fuck all the time, and when they weren’t fucking, she loved sucking their cocks and balls and swallowing their cum. None of the other girls were doing that shit back then, and she even rimmed their asses a few times. You married her, man, so you should know what she’s capable of.”
I had to challenge his crude comments, and said, “Damn, Jacob, you don’t have to be so fucking obscene about it. She hasn’t had much of a taste for cock and cum with me, although I love eating her out, but she’s never mentioned or tried that rimming stuff you’re talking about.”
He continued his insensitive comments, saying, “Maybe she just needs a little more inspiration. I know from the showers in high school that you’re not nearly as well-hung as Wyatt and Owen, or me for that matter, and she might need bigger cocks to get her in the mood.”
I had never shown subservience to anyone in my life, but after reading all of those cuckold stories, I realized that I was taking a submissive, cuckold persona, and showing weakness, when I said, “Yeah, I know, but you don’t have to rub it in. I can’t help what I was born with, and Emma has never complained. And besides, I’m guessing that men have different hard-to-soft ratios, and I have no idea how big you guys are on hard.”
Jacob must have sensed my humiliation and felt that he had pushed hard enough, and let that conversation drop, saying, “Yeah, whatever, man, but what are you ordering, fuck movies and shit like that? Because if so, you can find plenty of that garbage online for free.”
I replied, “I agree, and have just recently discovered that you can get plenty of free fuck videos and naked photos online. But I’ve also been reading some stories, and I want to buy some novelties that I’ve read about. If it’s just the same to you, I’d rather not get into the specifics.”
He said, “Yeah, sure, okay, man, you can go ahead and use my store’s address, but I won’t promise not to peek into any damaged packages.”
On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about my conversation with Jacob, and how he described his, Wyatt’s, and Owen’s image of Emma as a wanton, sex-hungry slut. She’d never been that erotic with me, and I had to wonder if it really was because of my smaller cock. Our conversation had also reinforced my fantasies of those bigger cocks and wanting to see her fuck them.
Emma was still at work when I got home, and I went to a website to order a thick, eight-inch, UltraSkyn dildo that has a foreskin. I did that because my friends have foreskins, and they were the subjects of some of my fantasies. That dildo was advertised to be realistic in weight and feel to a real, hard cock that size, and it even has good-sized balls at the base. I also ordered a four-inch-long, silicone masturbation sleeve and Astroglide, a water-based lubricant, to use with the sleeve for masturbating. The packaging was supposed to be discreet, and the credit card charge would just show CCBill on my statement.
I nervously waited a week before I got a call from Jacob, and he said, “Your toys arrived today, and you can pick them up anytime.”
It was disturbing that he called them toys, meaning that he knew there were multiple items, and he might have perused the package, but it was too late then to do anything about it. I went to town that afternoon and he led me to his office and closed the door. He pulled the ripped-open package from his desk drawer, handed it to me, and said, “Sorry, old buddy, but the package was ripped, and I couldn’t resist looking inside.”
I didn’t believe him, and as I pulled the dildo, sleeve, and lubricant out, I said, “Yeah, right, Jacob, like the package was really ripped.”
The dildo felt realistic, as far as I could tell, just as advertised, and I absent-mindedly rubbed and stroked it, until I remembered that Jacob was watching me. He said, “That’s right, man, stroke that big cock. That thing looks and feels almost exactly like my cock, and it’s turning me on a little watching you. Why did you buy that thing, Donny? Did you take our conversation to heart, and are trying to give Emma something she can really feel in her pussy?”
When I didn’t respond, he continued, saying, “And damn, buddy, that sleeve thing looks kind of interesting, and I’m guessing that since you got lubricant too, it must be for masturbating.”
I was feeling humiliated and ashamed of myself, never having intended for anyone to know about my perversions buying stuff like that, and instead of telling him to ‘get fucked’ like I had done at other times over the years, I felt like I was in a weaker position, with him knowing that about me.
So, I replied, “Uh, no, man, Emma doesn’t know anything about this. I was just reading some stories that described men fucking other men’s wives with cocks this big, and other men masturbating this way. I wanted to see what it felt like for myself.”
He said, “Oh yeah, I’ve heard a little about men who like to watch their wives with other men. I think they call men like that cuckolds, and it’s interesting to me that those kinds of stories turn you on enough that you wanted to buy this dildo. Shit, man, you must be fantasizing about Emma fucking men who are hung like that and want to jack off to the stories too. Let me know if you decide to take this further, try it out on her, and maybe decide to get someone like me to fuck her with a meaty, flesh-and-blood cock that big.”
I know I should have gotten up and walked out of there, but there was something about the submissive vibes I identified within those stories urging me to get him to talk more about his cock, and I said, “Come on, Jacob, I saw you in the showers, along with Wyatt and Owen, and don’t remember you being that well hung, or as hung as them.”
Jacob was being a smart ass and acted like he was unfastening his pants, and then stopped, saying, “I can’t show you here, at least not right now, with my office window looking out over the store and the blinds open. But I’m happy to prove it to you, especially since I was imagining you were stroking my cock when you handled and stroked that dildo a few minutes ago.”
It sounded like he was offering to let me feel his cock, and I knew it was time to get out of there. I said, “Yeah, well, you best keep that thing in your pants. But thanks for letting me ship it here. I may order some other things in the future.”
He said, “Okay, no problem, but I promise the next package will be ripped too. And hey, let me know if you’re willing to share that jack-off sleeve sometime. It looks like it might be fun to try it out.”
Emma was still at work when I got home and took my new purchases out to my office in my barn, where I planned on hiding everything. I was like a kid in a candy store with sex toys, and I first felt and stroked the dildo, before being embarrassed for myself when I pushed it into my mouth and began sucking it like I had read about men sucking cocks in the cuckold stories.
My dick got hard instantly, and I squirted some of the lubricant into the hole of the masturbation sleeve and began jerking off with one hand, while I brought the dildo back to my mouth with the other. I was glad no one saw me there, sucking that fake cock, while masturbating, and fantasizing about the cuckold stories where the husbands suck cocks, and watch their wives fucking well-hung men.
It didn’t take me long to ejaculate, and even though the sleeve is slightly shorter than my dick, I pulled it halfway out, and it was arousing watching my cum shooting out of the end of the sleeve, almost like I had a bigger cock, as it splashed on the floor. I couldn’t help thinking how it would have been erotic to take the cum into my mouth, like I had been sucking the sleeve like a cock.
The sight of the cum shooting out of the sleeve reminded me of a dildo I saw online about the size of the one I just bought, except it’s a squirting dildo. The dildo is filled by squeezing the balls and then releasing them, after sticking the head of the dildo into a cup of any one of a variety of simulated cum fluids. The fluid is sucked up into the balls, and when you squeeze them, it comes shooting out like an ejaculation.
I was a little concerned about having that delivered to Jacob’s store, after all the shit he gave me about my other purchases, but that didn’t stop me from ordering the squirting dildo. As I look back, I didn’t fully comprehend at the time that the submissive part of me was looking forward to him shaming me about it.
Two of the many brands of simulated cum fluids are called, ‘Bust It’ and ‘Splooge Juice’, but I didn’t buy them since they’re not edible, and I wanted to experience the feeling of the cum spraying into my mouth. But I did look up several recipes online to make my own edible cum, which were said to simulate the look, feel, and taste of cum. Some of the various ingredients include corn starch, yogurt, egg, water, salt, icing sugar, and coconut oil, and the recipes included cooking instructions.
During the week I waited for the squirting dildo to arrive, I sucked the dildo and used the sleeve to masturbate every day. I used up all the Astroglide and learned that my saliva worked as a lubricant in the sleeve, but it had to be refreshed frequently. And using saliva, which is obviously edible, allowed me to pull the sleeve further out just before I ejaculated, and then pinch the end, to keep my cum in the sleeve. Then I took it off and sucked on the sleeve like it was a cock, and ate my own cum. That bolstered my fantasies of sucking a real cock to completion.
The Second Package Arrived
I went to see Jacob in his office after he called to let me know the second package arrived, and he said, “The combination of handling that other dildo and jerking off with the sleeve seems to have inspired you to merge your fantasies, and now you’ve gotten a dildo that squirts. Let me know if you want me to provide some cock juice for that thing.”
My face felt flushed and red with embarrassment, when I said, “This is embarrassing for me, Jacob, and we need to keep this between us.”
He said, “Well, it’s a little late for that. I’ve already told Owen and Wyatt about your previous purchases, and they’ll get a kick out of this one. But why’d you get this? Are you planning on filling it with fluid of some kind and then squirting it into your mouth?”
I lied, replying, “No, man, I just wanted to see what it’s like for a big cock like this to squirt, and I found a few recipes that, uh, you know, recipes that simulate a, uh, a real ejaculation.”
Jacob laughed, and said, “I can’t understand why you’re so interested in seeing a big cock squirt after all these years unless you want to fantasize about it squirting into Emma or your mouth, but my offer still stands, old buddy. I’ll provide some juice for the dildo, or even better, you can even watch me squirt, which would be better than trying to simulate it with a squirting dildo. Hell, I’ll even come out to your place and use that sleeve to pump you a load.”
I was becoming interested in taking Jacob up on his offer, but I didn’t want to seem too eager. I didn’t think he would really do it, anyway, when I mockingly said, “It’s really nice how you’re willing to help a friend and jerk off for me. But you can come out and try the sleeve if you want to. It would just be a little weird watching you, though.”
He said, “Okay, I’ll follow you home, after we stop for lunch at that barbeque place again, and I’ll buy this time.”
At lunch, Jacob, wanted to talk more about my interest in the items I purchased, and he said, “After I saw the stuff you were buying and we talked last week, I became curious about why you’re interested in this shit. So, I went online to read some of those cuckold stories and think I might have at least some understanding of your motivation.”
I didn’t say anything, and he continued, “When I read those stories, I immediately see myself in the role of the men fucking other men’s wives, and all I’m thinking about is fucking pussy. It would never occur to me to think about other men’s bigger cocks, and I’d rather just be on the hunt for pussy, than to jerk off while fantasizing about it. But you seem to be identifying with the cuckold husbands. What’s that all about, man?”
Jacob was hitting on the core issue, and I answered, “Well, you said yourself that you noticed in the showers that I’m not as well-hung as you guys, and it would be hard for me to equate my situation with the big-cocked men in those stories.”
He said, “Yeah, that’s kind of what I thought. But how far are you willing to take your desires. Have you been fantasizing about other men fucking Emma, or even you sucking cocks like in those stories?”
I lied and responded, “That’s pretty fucking sick, man, and I could never do something like that. But I must admit that I have been visualizing it, which is why I bought these dildos.”
Jacob said, “There’s not much difference, if any, between fantasizing and visualizing, and I’m getting the feeling that you really relate to the cuckold husbands in those stories. But I guess we’ll see, and I’ll push your buttons a little to find out.”
I acted indifferent, saying, “Yeah, well, I think you might just have to be happy trying out that sleeve, and I won’t be paying that much attention.”
He followed me to my farm, and since Emma was at work, I didn’t have to explain why Jacob and I were going to our barn. It’s a simple office, and my desk was made from an old, solid door mounted on legs at a level where I had two stools to sit on in front of it. There’s also an old leather couch that I moved to the office after replacing it with a new one in our home.
We sat next to each other on the stools, and I pulled the masturbation sleeve out of a box on the desk, even though I usually kept it at the back of the bottom drawer in an old, three-drawer filing cabinet. I watched but tried to act like I wasn’t watching, as Jacob nonchalantly stood up, unfastened, and pushed down his pants and underwear, before kicking them off and sitting back on the stool. His thick, soft, uncircumcised cock appeared to be six inches long, and it was hanging between his legs and over the edge of the stool, along with his plum-sized balls.
He started stroking his cock to get it hard for the sleeve, and said, “If you don’t mind, old buddy, I’m going to be thinking of Emma and all the stories Owen and Wyatt told me about her, to help get my meat hard. Where’s that lubricant you got with this thing?”
I said, “Sure, think of Emma if you want, but sorry, Jacob, I’m a little embarrassed to say that I used up all that lube, and I’ve been using my spit for lube. It works okay, but you have to keep refreshing it since it’s not as slick as the lube, and it dries up quicker.”
Jacob said, “Damn, buddy, you’ve really been beating your meat.”
His cock was hard in less than a minute, and it appeared to be a little over eight inches long and even thicker than the dildo. He spit into the hole in the sleeve and pushed his saliva in with his tongue, and pushed his mushroom cock head against the hole. He pushed hard to get it started, and as the head slipped in, he said, “It doesn’t feel like you’ve stretched this thing out at all with your little dick, even with using it so much, and it’s going to be nice and tight on me. It’s not that long either but should still do the job.”
My dick just barely pushed out the other end of the four-inch sleeve, and it was so arousing seeing his big cock head and half of the shaft disappear and reappear as he stroked himself. He said, “This is nice and tight and feels almost as good as a pussy, but you’re right about the spit drying up pretty quickly. You said earlier that you wouldn’t be paying much attention, but you’re sure focused on it. Do me a favor and spit on my cock when it pokes through, so I don’t have to take the sleeve off and lose my hard-on.”
I was so fascinated watching him and wanted to get closer to his cock anyway, so it didn’t seem like a big deal to help him out. He smiled as I got on my knees between his legs, and on the next thrust, when his cock head and shaft appeared, I spit on them. It felt strange but was arousing, being only a couple of inches from his cock, and when I started to get up, he said, “No, stay there, buddy, since I’ll need you to do that a few more times before I get off. Anyway, I like seeing you on your knees like that.”
He was probably surprised that I didn’t move farther away, but stayed in front of him, while he stroked his cock only inches from my face. He had me spit on the over four inches of his cock sticking out the end of the sleeve two more times, before saying, “Since you’re down there anyway, old buddy, go ahead and hold the sleeve for me so I can fuck it without using my hands. That’ll allow me to concentrate on fucking Emma while I’m thinking of creaming her married pussy for you.
I held the sleeve, and Jacob put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself as he slid off the stool to stand in front of me. Then he held me in place as he thrusted into the sleeve, and I loved the feeling of his, heavy, thick cock moving in my hand, and being in front of him when he was aroused and in breeding mode. I didn’t resist as he pushed closer to my face.
Then he asked, “Oh shit, Donny boy, do you feel my thick cock moving in your hand, and can you just imagine how much Emma would enjoy it in her hairy, wet pussy, just like in those stories?”
We were entering new territory, after originally agreeing that he would just masturbate with the sleeve, and he knew that I knew that he knew that I was incrementally becoming more submissive and yielding to his desires. He was taking advantage of me living out my fantasies.
I didn’t answer his question, and when it was time to lubricate his cock again, he pulled me towards him more forcefully, and said, “Oh fuck, Donny, I’m getting close, and want better lubrication when I get off. Just lean in and put your mouth over the end of the sleeve, so I can keep my cock wet on each stroke. Come on, buddy, you’ve gone this far, and I know you want my thick cock in your mouth, so you can better appreciate what it will be like for Emma to suck it and feel it in her pussy. I told you I’d push your buttons, and you’re responding well so far.”
I was mostly over the embarrassment and humiliation of him finding out what I was purchasing, and I had fantasized for long enough about being the submissive, cuckold husbands in those stories. So, it felt natural to give up any remaining self-respect and further subjugate myself, yielding to his wishes. So, I put my mouth over the sleeve, and on the next stroke, I felt his huge cock head and several inches of the thick shaft in my mouth.
He slowed the frequency of his thrusts so his cock wouldn’t just be quickly sliding in and out to get wet, so I’d have time to begin sucking his meat. After sucking his cock that way for what seemed like a minute, he stopped thrusting and moaned, “That feels so fucking good, Donny boy, and now I want you to just hold the sleeve, while I stop stroking and push as much of my cock as I can out the end of it. Just keep sucking, like in those stories, except without a sleeve in the way, and you’ll get to live out at least one of your fantasies.”
I kept sucking the little over four inches of cock sticking out of the sleeve, and in only another minute I felt his cock flexing and pulsing as his big load of tasty cum shot into my mouth. I instinctively reached around to hold his bare ass with my hands as his cock kept spewing, and he said, “Keep sucking and swallow it all, Donny boy, because this has to be tastier for you than sucking that squirting dildo.”
He started to pull away from me as his drained cock softened, and he was surprised when I pulled off the sleeve and went back down on his whole cock. I loved feeling his bare, soft cock in my mouth, and I held onto his ass sucking him, until I remembered something else from the stories.
I leaned down and began sucking his huge balls, that had let back down after his ejaculation, as he held my head in place and said, “Oh shit, nice, buddy, I can see that you learned a lot from those stories, and hope you do the other stuff you read about too.”
He kept talking as I sucked his massive balls, saying, “I just knew after I found out about the sex toys, and then your admitting how you related to the cuckolds in those stories, that it wouldn’t be too hard to get my cock in your mouth. You sure didn’t disappoint, old buddy, and I think Owen and Wyatt will be interested in using your mouth too. And of course, I’m pretty sure you’ll help us fuck Emma.”
I finished sucking his balls, and we sat back on the stools, with Jacob still naked from the waist down, and I said, “I’m mostly over being embarrassed now, but I never expected this to happen. I don’t know how those stories could’ve affected me so profoundly.”
Jacob patted me on the back, and said, “Yeah, after knowing you most of my life I don’t understand it either, but I’m sure happy about it. Since you seem to be into this cuckold shit, I’d like to find out how I and the others can get into Emma’s sweet pussy and suck her huge breasts.”
I said, “Even though Emma fucked Owen and Wyatt back in high school, she’s never been willing to talk about it, except acknowledging it was true, and I have no idea how she’d react after over twenty years. I’ll just have to find a way at the right time to bring it up to her.”
He was casually gripping and fondling his soft cock and big balls, as he said, “I’d like to personally help you satisfy your hunger for cock, balls, and cum. That was the first blowjob I’ve had from a man, and although not the best, I’m betting you’ll improve with the sleeve out of the way and a little experience. I’m horny enough to need it regularly, and I’d appreciate another suck job in a little while after I recharge, if you’re hungry for more.”
We sat on the couch and talked for a few minutes, where I fondled his cock and balls, before he said, “I want you to suck my balls while we’re waiting, and I’d like to try a position I read about in one of those stories. Sit on the floor with your back to the couch and lay your head back on the seat.”
I got into position and Jacob got on his knees straddling my head, facing the back of the couch and pressed his aromatic balls to my mouth. I sucked his hairy scrotum and then his big testicles into my mouth, one at a time, as he pressed more of his weight on my face. I loved being pinned under him that way, and it got even more confining and musky smelling when he slid forward, until I was sucking his thick, long, and bulging perineum with my chin pressed into his ass.
After sucking him that way for a few minutes, he slid farther forward, and I barely heard him say, “I like sitting on your face this way, old buddy, and now I want to see if you like to suck ass, like your wife used to do.”
My nose was then pressed to his perineum and my mouth was in his hairy and odorous, but no entirely unpleasant smelling, ass crack. I kept licking and sucking him there until I realized that I was sucking his wrinkled sphincter and knew that I had reached the depths of my depravity.
I sucked his ass for what seemed like ten minutes, and when Jacob finally moved off me, he guided me to move up and lie back on the couch, as he mounted me in the sixty-nine position, although he wasn’t touching my crotch, and he began fucking my mouth like a cunt. And just like when he was sitting on my face, I liked the feeling of being dominated by him, as his hard, thick cock pushed repeatedly into my throat.
Jacob fucked me that way for what seemed like ten minutes, while I reached up to hold his bare ass and helped to pull his cock into my mouth. As he fucked me, he said, “Oh man, this feels almost as good as fucking pussy, and it’s amazing to me how you could have turned into a cock sucker after being friends most of our lives.”
His cock finally began to flex and throb, as I felt and tasted my second load of cum within the past hour and a half. I kept sucking and swallowing as his cock softened, and even tried to hold him in place over me when he pulled away.
He said, “Damn, Donny, you’re really hungry for it, and I can hardly wait to tell Owen and Wyatt how hungry you are for cocks and cum, and even ass. You can expect to hear from them, and I also want you to start talking with Emma about fucking all of us.”
My life had completely changed that afternoon, becoming a cock sucker to my friend, and I was determined to find a way to get Emma interested in fucking them. The barn is only eighty feet from my home, and Jacob was pulling out of the driveway as Emma was pulling in from work. They stopped briefly to say hello and then goodbye, as he left to go back to town.
Talking it Over with Emma
I stayed in the barn for another few minutes to hide the dildos and sleeve in the cabinet, and to think of an excuse for Jacob visiting me at the farm during the workday, which was unusual. Emma was preparing dinner when I went inside to wash up, and when we sat down to eat, she asked, “What was Jacob doing out here, honey?”
“We’ve got a new kind of blight on our corn that I’ve never seen before,” I answered, “And I wanted to see if he could identify it and provide an anti-fungal spray to get rid of it before it spreads.”
She said, “I haven’t seen Jacob for a while, and he sure seemed happy leaving here. What’s going on with him, and what else did you talk about?”
I made up something plausible, and also used that as an excuse to bring up her high school experiences, hoping she would ask more about it, by replying, “He said that his business is doing well, and everything is good with his wife. And after seeing your picture on my desk out in the barn, he had some interesting things to say about you from high school. He’s told me some of it before, but not with as much detail as this time.”
Emma asked, “Oh yeah, what could he possibly know about me from back then?”
I responded, “Now don’t get upset with me for telling you, but he started teasing me about being a submissive, cuckold husband, since Owen and Wyatt fucked you back in high school, and I married you anyway. He even said that his cock is as big as theirs, and he wanted to fuck you too.”
“They couldn’t keep their mouths shut and told Jacob as well as me. I’ve asked you before to describe what it was like for you, but you’ve never wanted to talk about it. I’ve been curious about the size of their hard cocks after seeing them on soft in the showers but didn’t want to embarrass you by pressing you to tell me more. What Jacob said was arousing to me, though, and now I would like to know more.”
She was irritated as she replied, “What the fuck could be so arousing to you about them fucking me? And shit, why are you curious about their hard cocks?”
I carefully answered, “We’ve had a good sex life, and even though I know from seeing my friends in the showers that they’re better-hung than me, you’ve never complained. Part of that might be because of my enthusiasm to eat you out both before and after we fuck, even though you’ve never been that much into sucking my dick, and you’ve never swallowed. And how could I not be curious about the cocks that fucked my future wife.”
Emma was impatient, and before I could continue, she asked, “What the fuck does that have to do with you being aroused?”
I responded, “From what Owen and Wyatt told Jacob, you were described to be a wild fuck, and couldn’t get enough cock. And when you weren’t fucking them, you were sucking their cocks and balls and swallowing their cum. I mean, we have great sex, but I wouldn’t describe it as a wild fuck. You’ve only rarely sucked my dick, and you’ve never swallowed. So, it was arousing for me to hear about you enjoying sex with them that much, and it’s easy to conclude that my smaller dick doesn’t turn you on as much their big cocks.”
It was obvious that I had touched on the truth when she became less upset with me, and guiltily said, “Yes, well, I did enjoy their big cocks, but I was afraid to tell you more about them fucking me for fear of hurting your feelings or having you see me as a slut. And I damn sure never thought it would arouse you. But what else did Jacob say?”
I guessed that she was worried he had told me about the rimming, and I lied about the extent of my desires, as I answered, “This one really surprised me. He said that you got so turned on with Owen and Wyatt that you even rimmed them a few times, and oddly enough, the thought of you doing something so nasty with them turns me on too. I’ll admit that I’ve thought about rimming you when I’m down there eating you out, but I didn’t think you’d allow it, much less do it yourself.”
Emma said, “I didn’t want you to know any of this, and it’s embarrassing for me that Jacob told you. But I still can’t get over how the thought of me fucking your big-cocked friends and sucking their asses arouses you so much. Is this a midlife crisis or something? And if so, what are you saying? Oh, shit, wait a fucking minute. Are you trying to find a way to let me know that you’d like to see me fuck Owen, Wyatt, and Jacob?”
I fibbed a little and answered, “Now it’s time for me to be embarrassed. Ever since Jacob told me some of this a few years ago, he’s teased me about it every time we talked, and I couldn’t get the vision of you fucking them out of my mind. And after he embellished it today, telling me more about you sucking their cocks and rimming their asses, I can’t help fantasizing about seeing you with them. I’m sorry, since this might diminish me in your eyes, for being weak and willing to share you, but I can’t help how I feel.”
She said, “I could have never imagined you’d feel this way, honey. But if you’re serious, and you think the three of them would want to fuck me at my age, then I’d do it more for me than you.”
I said, “You’re the hottest lady around these parts, married or single or of any age, and I know they’d all want to fuck you and suck your big tits. And I can hardly wait to see their cum running out of your pussy.”
Emma asked, “But we’ve been using the rhythm method for the past two years since those birth control pills were making me gain weight. Don’t you think they should wear condoms?”
I replied, “I’ll admit there’s a risk, but we’ve been successful with the rhythm method, and we’ll just need to carefully time it. And besides, it’ll be more exciting for all of us if we tell them you’re unprotected, and they can fuck you bareback anyway, thinking they have a chance to impregnate you.”
Then she asked, “How can we arrange this? We haven’t socialized with them as couples that much over the past several years, but I guess you could invite them out. I did fuck Owen and Wyatt at the same time on a few occasions, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to add Jacob to the party. Or we could invite them out one at a time, at least at first. But you’d better be sure you’re serious about this, because there’ll be no going back if I feel their big cocks in me again.”
At that point I didn’t want Emma to know that I had already let them know I was okay with them fucking her and wanted to let it happen naturally. So, I said, “I could have one or all of them out for hunting, or we could start hosting a poker night. But I don’t want them thinking they’re just coming out to fuck you, at least not the first time. I’ll set it up as soon as possible, maybe even for Friday night, and we’ll see how it goes.”
We had our best sex in years that night, and while having oral sex, where she enthusiastically sucked my dick and swallowed my cum, as I ate her out, we shifted our sixty-nine position and sucked each other’s assholes. That was an amazing night of firsts, after twenty years of marriage, but I still wanted to watch my friends fuck her.
I called my three friends the next day and invited them to a poker game at the farm on Friday night. Owen and Wyatt were already aware of what I did with Jacob, and they were teasing me about being a cock sucker, as well as bragging about fucking Emma in high school, and how much they’d enjoy fucking her again. I let them know that nothing was certain, and they’d have to convince my wife to fuck them.
Poker Night
Everyone was on their best behavior on Friday night, at least until we all had several beers. Emma was serving us the beer and snacks, and the men couldn’t keep their eyes off her. She was wearing tight yoga shorts and a tight logo t-shirt from a seed company, all with no underwear. The started making suggestive comments to her after they saw she was getting a little tipsy and flirty. Owen was the first to test the waters.
Emma was serving Owen a beer, and he put his arm around her ass, and said, “You’re looking mighty fine tonight, Emma. You haven’t changed much since high school, and I think your nice tits are even bigger. Wyatt and I sure had a lot of fun with you, and Donny didn’t seem to mind taking thirds after you stopped dating us.”
Then she was giving Wyatt a beer, and he went further by rubbing her ass, and saying, “Yeah, those were some good times, and you’re still the hottest lady around here. I’ve got a feeling that Donny wouldn’t object if we had another roll in the hay, and even include Jacob this time.”
Emma teased them, saying, “Thanks for the compliments, boys, but are you sure you can even get those big cocks up anymore?”
Wyatt pushed his chair back from the table, pulled her to straddle his lap facing him, and pushed up her t-shirt as he said, “Let me get at these big tits for a minute, and you’ll feel that for yourself.”
Then he began sucking Emma’s breasts as she squirmed on his crotch, and after a few seconds, she teased them with her flirtiest voice, saying, “Oh my, Wyatt, it feels like we’ve woken your big boy up. I would ask you, boys, to our bedroom, but I need to know if you brought condoms with you. I’ve been off birth control for a while now, and we can’t have you knocking me up.”
Her teasing had the intended effect, and Wyatt would’ve done anything to not miss his chance to fuck her again. He pulled off her tit and said, “Oh shit, we had no reason to think we needed condoms. But come on, Emma, can’t we do this anyway? I promise that I’ll pull out before I cum, and I’ve got to feel my cock in you bareback, like in high school.”
We were all smart enough to know that a woman can be impregnated by precum and that pulling out at the right time is hard, but Emma said, “Okay, Wyatt, I guess it’ll be okay. Donny’s been wanting to know what it was like when you boys fucked me, and now he’ll get a chance to see for himself.”
Everyone went into our bedroom, and they were quick to get undressed. I was impressed with Wyatt’s thick, uncircumcised cock and big balls, which were bigger than Jacob’s, and Emma looked fabulous as they laid back on the bed. They kissed, as he fondled her breasts and pressed his half-hard cock against her thigh.
Owen and Jacob undressed as Emma spread her legs and Wyatt mounted her, and I watched from between their legs as he pushed his huge cock, which was then nine inches long and thicker than the dildo, into her receptive, wet pussy. They both moaned as he pushed inch after inch into her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, and said, “Oh fuck, Wyatt, that feels so good after all these years. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
They kissed as they fucked, and Owen and Jacob got on the bed on either side and began sucking her breasts, that were sagging seductively to the sides. Then Owen moved up lying on his side next to her head, and after she broke the kiss with Wyatt, she leaned in to suck Owen’s cock.
I took a picture on my phone of my wife sandwiched between those three men, being fucked on both ends and having her breast sucked, and I had no idea she was capable of that much passion. I was aroused watching Wyatt’s ass clinching and his big balls slapping against her ass, pussy, and inner thighs, in a scene of total, carnal lust.
They had been fucking for about five minutes, and my wife had already had two orgasms on his huge cock, when he started breathing harder and moaning, as he said, “Release your legs, Emma, I’m ready to cum and, need to pull out now, so I don’t impregnate you.”
She gripped him more tightly with her legs, and in an effort to excite him and the others even more, she almost screamed, “Oh shit, Wyatt, I love your big cock, and want to feel you cumming inside me. Fuck me, breed me, and I don’t care if you do give me your baby!”
The others looked on in amazement as his ass clinched, balls pulled up, and his perineum throbbed, as he inseminated my wife. I crawled between their legs close enough to smell her pussy and his cum leaking out of her, as he continued fucking her with his deflating cock. Then, just like in the stories, when he rolled off her to the side, I surprised everyone by moving in to clean her pussy.
His load was matted in her pussy hair and on her inner thighs, which I sucked and licked clean before covering her oozing pussy with my mouth. I was sucking his big cumload into my mouth, as Emma looked down at me and said, “Holy shit, Donny, you really did get turned on watching me being fucked, and now you’re slurping up his cum. Keep sucking, honey. That is so fucking hot, and you may suck out enough to keep me from getting pregnant.”
Then I moved between Emma and Wyatt as Owen got between her legs, and since Wyatt was waving his slimy, spent cock at me, I leaned over to suck him clean. Emma looked down and said, “Oh fuck, now I understand why you were asking me about their cocks, and you’re actually sucking his meat. We’re really in this together now, and we’ve got two mouths and a pussy to take care of you boys.”
I sucked his cock long after it was clean, and then moved down to suck his big balls. Then he said, “Move for a second, Donny boy, while I turn over. I want to see if you have a taste for ass like Jacob told me.”
Wyatt was on his stomach with his legs spread and ass raised, as I moved between his legs. I first sucked his balls for a few seconds, and then worked my way up over his perineum to his ass. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and licked and sucked up and down his hairy, muscular ass, until I settled in on his wrinkled sphincter.
By the time I came up for air, Owen was ejaculating into Emma, and she was looking down at me in disbelief for rimming Wyatt. Then I cleaned her pussy again before sucking Owen clean.
Jacob was starting to get in position to fuck Emma, but his cock was soft, and he said, “Come and suck me hard, Donny, so I can fuck your wife. I loved the way you sucked me the other day.”
Emma gave me a questioning look as I began sucking his cock, but I didn’t have to explain until later, much later, after the men went home totally drained and satiated. That was just the first of several rounds of Emma fucking them, and both of us sucking their cocks and rimming them.
Sometimes they fucked her two at a time, with Emma on her knees being fucked from behind, while she sucked the one sitting in front of her, and while I sucked the other one. Our bedroom smelled like a whore house, since it was, with sweat and cum stains all over the bed. They finally left after three hours of almost continuous sex, with an open invitation to come back for more, and Emma and I were lying together exhausted on the bed.
Emma said, “I knew there was more to your recent interest in seeing me fucked. What was this about, and what did Jacob mean saying that you sucked him the other day, which is I guess when he was driving out of here with a smile on his face when I spoke with him?”
I explained everything that had occurred, from going onto the porn sites to ordering the sex toys, and then sucking Jacob. Then I continued, “It’s hard to explain what came over me reading those cuckold stories, but I so much wanted to be a cuckold to you, and Jacob being nosy about those packages kind of got it started.
That was the beginning of our cuckold lifestyle, and in addition to all three men coming over for our weekly poker games, they also came over on other nights or weekends when they could get away from home, sometimes together but often alone. They also stayed over for hunting outings on my property, even though the hunting isn’t that good here.
We even added another couple of men along the way, because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut about our activities. One example is a man, named Clarence, who was a neighboring farmer and sixty years old at the time. We were out in his field one day, when I was over helping him with irrigation piping, and we were sitting on camping chairs in the shade of my truck taking a break.
After talking about his project for a few minutes, Clarence said, “I don’t mean to be nosy, Donny, but I’ve been hearing rumors about some goings-on at your place, and how Emma has not only been spreading her legs for several of your friends, but they say you’ve gotten a taste for cock. Is any of that shit true?
That was unsettling and I asked, “Well, uh, where did you hear that, and why would you want to know about it anyway?”
Clarence is a big, burly, old farmer, and he began rubbing his crotch, as he answered, “Oh, a little birdy told me. But my wife’s been kind of stingy with that hairy thing between her legs for the past ten years, and even a gnarly old man like me has needs. If any part of that is true, I’d like in on it. I hear she likes them big too, and I won’t disappoint.”
Even though we were sitting in the middle of a field, hot sweaty, and dirty, I still couldn’t pass up a chance to see and suck his cock. So, without admitting anything, I said, “I won’t confirm or deny it, Clarence, but I would like to see what you’ve got between your legs you’re so proud of.”
He pushed his jeans and underwear to his knees, and I was looking a thick, gnarly, vein-covered, and uncircumcised cock which is over seven inches on soft, and a set of lemon-sized balls hanging over the edge of his chair.”
I asked, “Damn, Clarence, how big does that thing get on hard?”
He smiled and pulled me to my knees between his legs in front of him, and showed confidence that I was a cock sucker, saying, “There’s an easy way to find out, cock boy.”
I took his heavy cock in hand and leaned down to suck it, and the musky and sweaty aroma of his crotch was almost overwhelming. But I sucked his cock anyway, and it grew to about ten inches long, and the thickest I had ever seen. He held my head and fucked my mouth for about five minutes, and I was gagging as he pushed it into my throat. I loved sucking him and loved the way he was taking charge.
When he finally ejaculated, I was surprised at the size of his bitter cumload, since I thought older men lost volume. I continued sucking and swallowing for a couple of minutes, and when he let me up, I said, “Damn, Clarence, you cum like a fire hose.”
He laughed and said, “Yeah, I’ve always had a big load, which might be why the wife doesn’t like to fuck me and have to change the sheets. But be a good boy and suck on my balls a while.”
Clarence moved his legs over my shoulders, with his pants still around his ankles, and pulled me in to suck his massive balls. The aroma was even stronger down there, especially after he tilted his hips back and pulled my face to his perineum. I knew what he wanted and began sucking his smelly ass.”
He looked down at me and said, “It seems like everything I heard about you is true, and next I want to breed your beautiful wife.”
To make a long story short, Emma fucked him that evening, and he became part of our cuckold lifestyle that continues to this day.
