One day I received a pic via WhatsApp from a number I didn’t recognized. It was a picture of a female breast. I thought it was some kind of contact scam and wrote back that I am happily married and not interested. The answer came from a man who said, that he did know that and he added a link to his twitter account. Irritated I followed that link to an account of a black gentleman who claimed to have fucked hundreds of married women and posted pics of those women on twitter. I wrote a direct mail that I didn’t understood what this was all about. Next I got a direct mail via twitter with a picture.
I was left irritated. It was true, sex with my wife was scarce. Normally I made her cum with my hands or my tongue. Sometimes I used toys. After that I wanked off while she watched. I had to wear a condom doing this to not get stains on the couch. Later she started to look at her mobile phone while I licked her. I had to stay on my knees in front of her when I wanked off so I wasn’t able to see what she was looking at.
I was really angry and hurt because my wife cheated on me but at the same time aroused beyond anything I have experienced for a long time. My little dick was hard as a rock when I watched the pics. I decided to do nothing for the moment and just watch the situation.
In the evening I tried to watch for every little detail in my wife’s behavior but apart from a little cheerfulness I couldn’t spot a difference in her demeanor.
The next day back in the office I was antsy and couldn’t concentrate, knowing that my wife got fucked by her bull right then. I went to the loo three times to masturbate. I constantly looked on twitter for changes in his account or a direct mail. In the afternoon I saw that he had posted pics of my wife in his gallery:
Another direct mail from him.
My wife is not on the pill and never was. So I had to use condoms almost all the time. Fear was rising in me because I was afraid my wife would naturally surrender to the raw power of his alpha male and reject the use of condoms by herself, subconsciously craving to be bred. At the same time I was horny as hell again.
I didn’t get a reply. Not that day anyway.
When I got home my wife was in good spirits. I gave her a kiss as always and tried to smell the sex on her but she had showered and only smelled clean. I went to shower myself. Under the shower I was wanking off again. I was now constantly thinking about my wife getting fucked by someone else. Every time I read his texts I got hard again.
Next morning in my office the telephone rang. I picked it up thinking nothing of it. At first I didn’t hear anything and I wanted to hang up again but then I heard a deep moaning. It was my wife. I could hear a long sigh and then wet smacking sounds. The moaning got louder. Not only did he wanted me to know, that he was fucking my wife at that moment. I wasn’t able to hang up. I was actually listening to my wife getting fucked by another man. I got hard like an anchor. Natascha was now whimpering her lovers name and I had to witness how she told him how much better he fucked her and how much bigger his cock was. I started to jerk off through the fabric of my pants. My wife began panting heavily while the wet smacking sounds got faster and louder until Natascha finally orgasmed with a loud scream. I came in my pants and a warm sticky mass was running down my leg. I was a little bit ashamed.
Fifteen years of marriage and not once have I got my wife to climax on my dick. Sure with my fingers, my tongue or toys it never had been a problem but not with my dick. At best only average in size, it never got the chance to perform properly because the real problem was my lack of stamina. I never lasted long inside my wife and getting her to orgasm that way was impossible. Natascha always said, that she’s not missing anything but she was not getting younger and now in her early forties and because I have been her first and only, the feeling that she was missing something in life nevertheless must have been gotten too strong.
After lunch I got another direct mail on twitter from him:
I was shocked by my honesty but everything I wrote was true. I really wanted to watch him fuck my wife. I really wanted to see Natascha cum on his cock. I couldn’t sleep that night because my mind was constantly thinking about the things I wanted him to do with my wife.
The next day I found another pic of my wife on his twitter page.
I clicked reply and wrote.
“I want to see my wife suck your cock because my wife never sucked mine, I want you to fuck my wife in front of me, I want you to take my wife from behind because my cock is too small for doggy, I want to see my wife cum on your cock because I was never able to satisfy my wife properly and I want you to cum in my wife’s pussy because it’s only natural for an alpha male and because nothing is hotter than pregnancy risk sex.
The text was too long, so I had to shorten it and send the original as a direct mail.
I ordered a cage through amazon which arrived one day later. The cage was designed in a way that I was still able to wear my prince-albert piercing. I send him a pic of myself wearing the cage like he commanded.
I cleared my schedule but left our house the next day at the same time as going to work as ever. I was a little bit tired because I wasn’t able to sleep at all because of my excitement. When I arrived at the hotel, I knocked at the door and my wife’s lover opened the door, dressed only in the bathrobe of the hotel.
He gestured me to come in and told me to get undressed. When I was naked, he admired my cage for a second and ordered me to hand over the keys. I did like I was told. He told me to kneel and cuffed my wrists and ankles and connected those cuffs with a chain. I couldn’t move or get up. Then he stepped behind me and put the ballgag into my mouth and buckled it firmly up behind my head.
Only minutes later it was knocking at the door. He went over to open the door and my wife stepped into the suite. She didn’t notice me right away. Her lover immediately pulled her into his arms and started kissing her. He began squeezing her tits while my wife started to grope for his cock underneath his bathrobe. She found his massive black cock, got down on her knees and took a second to marvel at this superior cock. Even only half erect it was very much longer than mine and twice as thick. Natascha placed a longing kiss on the tip of her lovers cock before she started to take the whole glans in her mouth and began sucking it. Soon she switched from stroking his dick while sucking to fondling his balls. I was dumbfounded, Natascha had never sucked my dick. Not once in the almost twenty years that I know her. She claimed, that she’s afraid that I could lose my respect for her but in this hotel room I saw her going down on her knees from her own free will, not only sucking a cock but making love to it. The respect of her lover didn’t seem important to her at all.
When she pulled his cock to one side to lick it from balls to tip, she turned her head and suddenly noticed me kneeling in the corner of the room, naked, bound, gagged and caged.
She jumped up immediately with a short scream of shock. Her lover gripped her and explained the situation. He told her how he involved me, how long I’ve already known and how I accepted his demands. He even read her my reply to his tweet. I had difficulties to withstand the disdainful look of my wife. I felt ashamed and lowered my gaze.
As her lover pulled Natascha back into his arms, my wife then opened his bathrobe. I watched her hand venture down and grip his cock that was rock hard. Natascha pulled him by his cock to the bed. While he only had to shed his bathrobe my wife quickly undressed and was out of her dress in seconds. Her legs were toward me on the bed and I saw her legs open wide as his hand went for her pussy. I watched him start rubbing it slowly through the thin fabric of her thong and he whispered something to her. She laughed and reached down and felt her pussy. She looked over at me and said, “Holy shit, baby, I am DRENCHED,” and went straight back to making out with him.
I had grown very, very hard by this point. Right in front of me, my biggest fantasy was becoming a harsh and beautiful reality. My stomach was in about a thousand knots and I was afraid I would vomit and suffocate.
She looked at his dick for two seconds before diving into it like she was dying of thirst and it was an oasis in the desert. I was behind her and to the left and when her head started bobbing on his cock I remember feeling precum leak out and thinking that this was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
She was unbelievably turned on and had her ass out where I could see it and that red thong since she was bent over. Her ass looked glorious. As always. I felt like I was drunk with lust. My cock was trapped in my cage but I know I would’ve exploded in two seconds if I would’ve been able to touch it. She was furiously sucking and he leaned his head back and was moaning. I was staring at her but then saw him looking at me. That was awkward. I didn’t want to make eye contact with him. I finally did because it was obvious he knew I saw him. He smiled at me and said, “What you thought it would be?” I wasn’t able to answer but wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. My wife took a break from her bobbing, held his cock with one hand, and turned around to me. She was gasping for air and had a combination of spit and his precum dripping from her bottom lip. She just said, “Now you can see for yourself, what a real man can make me do?” She went straight back to sucking him off. My wife was now holding his cock back and was working on his balls.
“How did you end up with me naked and you not?” he said to her. She laughed and took a break from his balls long enough to shrug and say, “Oh well.” He said, “No, no, no, stand up.” She stood up in front of him with the heels making her tower just a little bit more than her normal self. She put her hands on her hips playfully and looked at him. I could feel my dick straining against the cage. “Damn…” I saw her standing right in front of him in that lace underwear and her black heels. He span her around, grabbed both ass cheeks hard and began to suck on them as she smiled and looked over at me. When we made eye contact she still had that disdainful expression but she made it clear how good this was feeling by closing her eyes and putting her head back. She then let out a moan and I remember thinking, “She is made for this.”
He then started lowering her thong and sliding it down her legs. She kicked one heel and he stopped her and said, “No, no, leave those on.” He slid the thong off of her legs and over the heels leaving her perfectly smooth pussy exposed right in front of him. I saw his hand slide up and his finger feeling her pussy, which was basically gushing at this point. When he did this, I saw her look at me with her mouth hanging open, with a look of lust I will be dreaming of in the years to come. She finally broke our eye contact and turned back around to him.
She climbed back on top of him with those heels now pointing out as she settled onto her knees. She waited while he lined his cock up and then she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. I heard her gasp. She said, “Oh my god, you are so much bigger than my husband” as she fit his full shaft inside of her. Their faces were just inches apart and the passion was palpable. She started panting and so did he as she started to ride him. Her beautiful ass bouncing slightly with each down-thrust.
“You fuck me so much better than he ever could. Please let me cum on your superior cock” Natascha gasped in between thrusts.
She got a good rhythm going and started getting louder and louder as she sped up. They started kissing while fucking and I could smell the sex coming from them. They were sweating and the pounding kept going for a few minutes. I could tell he wanted to go harder and then it happened. He grabbed her ass and stopped her from moving while he moved to where he could pump her hard. She started yelling louder than I’d ever heard and then I saw his balls clench and heard him yell as he exploded into her pussy.
They slowed down and his arms fell in exhaustion. My wife laughed and kissed him deeply a couple of more times before climbing off and sitting next to him on the bed.
She looked directly at me. The disdain was gone from her eyes, replaced from the cold hard clarity of reality settling in.
“Look at you” Natascha was spitting the words in my direction. “You’re not worthy of my pussy. That pathetic little dick of yours isn’t worthy of any woman’s pussy. You couldn’t satisfy me if your life depended on it. I’d rather fuck my dildo than let your cock inside me ever again, because at least my dildo won’t cum after a few pumps into my tight, wet, perfect pussy.
You know who’s worthy of my pussy? My lover. He’s a real man. He puts you to shame. He’s an alpha male. You’re a worthless little beta cuck. He fucks me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. You fucked me – when I used to let you in my pussy – like a pathetic little beta bitch, spilling your rancid seed in my pussy long before I even approach an orgasm. He always makes sure that I cum before he unloads inside me.
You know what’s more pathetic than anything else, cuck? That you don’t even want to fuck me anymore. You’d rather watch someone else fuck me. You’d rather watch him satisfy me and cum inside me. You’d rather I invite you between my legs to clean his hot, thick, creamy cum out of my freshly-fucked cunt, wouldn’t you?
I wasn’t able to answer but her offer alone made my little dick dribble with precum again. My wife laughed when she saw that.
He lover had been getting up and was dressing himself. He spoke to us both. He told us, that his task was now at an end and that he had to take care of other couples. He kissed my wife and told her how much fun he had and expressed his hope, that he was able to help our relationship. With these words he bid his goodbye and left.
Sometimes I'm still looking at his twitter account and muse about the other husbands and how they may have reacted.
Natascha actually wanted to leave me but I begged her for so long and promised her all the freedoms in the world if she only stayed with me.
We are happier today than ever.
I’m well aware I’m less