There is nothing wrong with being a cuck if it makes your wife happy.
My mind does not fool me into thinking I am a stud, but I found a woman that I love and that loves me. At least that is what she often tells me, and I believe her. We like many of the same things and have done many fun things together. We hold hands and hug and kiss. There is no-one I would rather be with.
The one big problem is sex. She is a real knock-out, very attractive and a great body. She can draw a lot of looks when we are out. I’m an average looking guy with a dick that is not quite the world average size. I have read that the average is 5.5 inches. I am 5 inches and not much bigger around than a broom stick. I do get really hard and can last close to ten minutes. However, the only way I can give her the quality of orgasm that she deserves and loves is with my mouth. I am more than happy to take care of her that way. I don’t think I have ever brought her to a climax with my manhood.
I eat her pussy till she is screaming, rolling her head from side to side and pulling my hair to get my face tighter against her cum flushing cunt. Then she lets me climb up and get my own pleasure, rapidly pounding my prick in her pussy and dumping a reasonable amount of cum in her, while she calmly lays there. She does not try to fake another orgasm, and I wouldn’t want her to. She is also happy for us to go 69 till we both come. She can take all of my cock in her mouth without me entering her throat, and she enthusiastically sucks me off. Sometimes, if she is still horny, she asks me to go back down on her and eat her to another climax after I fuck her. I think, or thought, that this arrangement is satisfying to both of us. When we are finished, we kiss and cuddle, tell each other that we love the other and fall to sleep in each other’s arms. We were making the best of a less that perfect situation. We were truly in love.
We had been married for just short of two years. I had gone fishing. The fish weren’t biting and it was cold and windy out, so I quit and headed home. I entered the house and did not see Monica. I started down the hall and then heard sounds. As I got closer, I could tell they were the noises that Monica makes when she is having an orgasm. The bedroom door was not fully closed. I finished opening it and walked in, expecting to see her masturbating.
Monica was on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, pointing at the ceiling and swaying around. Her hands were gripping the sheets. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her head was rolling from side to side. The sound that she was making was between a moan and a cry. The reason for this was that there was a strange guy between her legs. He looked to be several inches taller than me and well-muscled. I saw his cock as it plummeted in and out of my wife’s cunt. He held his upper body up on his extended arms, giving room for her 32-C tits to bounce around with each hard contact of their pubic bones. There was no doubt that she was having a stronger orgasm than I had ever given her, even with my mouth. I watched her pushing her cunt up to match each of his hard thrusts. I looked at his manhood. It had to be between eight and nine inches and twice as thick as mine.
I rushed in and shouted, “What the fuck is going on?” He stopped but did not pull out. She was momentarily shocked out of her orgasm. She looked at me, “What’s it look like? Either stay there and watch or go out in the living room and wait till we are done. Her voice was eerily calm. I turned around and started to storm out of the room. When I got in the doorway, I turned. I stood there and watched. Her attention went back to him and he resumed fucking her. Soon, her orgasm re-started. Several minutes more and he tensed up and held his massive manhood deep in Monica’s cunt. His ass muscles twitched each time his man muscle pumped cum deep in her. She momentarily passed out. He pulled out. I watched cum run from her wide-open hole and make a big wet spot on the sheets. He moved up next to her head. She licked the cum off of his cock and balls and kissed the tip.
He got off the bed and dressed. As he passed me he sarcastically said, “So you’re Monica’s husband, nice to meet you.” Then he was gone. I left the room. A couple minutes later she came out wearing her robe. “We need to talk.” I sat on the couch, and she stood in front of me. My eyes were tearing as I asked her who he was and why was she cheating on me. “You know that you cannot sexually satisfy me with your small equipment. There is no arguing that. His name is Tom. He was my boyfriend before I met you. Sex with him is amazing, but there was nothing else that would keep us together, so we split up. About three months ago, I ran into him at the grocery store. We said hi and before I knew it, we were here in our bed, fucking just like old times. The sex was as good as it ever was. Now he comes over almost any time that you will be gone for a while. I have to make sure that he we will be done for at least a couple of hours before we are going to do it, so my hole has time to shrink back to normal. If not, you could probably hardly feel yourself in me.”
I told her that I had seen how stretched open she was when he pulled out. “I love you very, very much and have no intention of leaving you for him or anyone, but I do not want to stop fucking him. It’s just too good. I need it.” I meekly said that I understood. “I want you to show me that you still love me and can accept this arrangement. Take me to bed and make me come again.” I knew that the only way I had a chance of doing that was orally. She wanted me to eat her cunt after it had just been fucked and come in by another man. I thought for a minute and then took her hand. We walked to the bedroom.
As soon as we entered, her robe dropped to the floor and she got on her knees in front of me. She pulled down my pants and shorts. She quickly took me in her mouth and started mouth fucking me. I quickly hardened. It wasn’t long before I ejaculated and she swallowed. I removed my shirt. Monica stood up, kissed me and got on her back on the bed. She spread her legs wide and held her arms out. The only cleaning that she had taken time to do was a quick outside wipe of her pussy with a wet washcloth. His cum was still oozing out of her recently fucked cunt.
I didn’t want to take a chance on her leaving me. I loved her too much. I got on the bed and put my face between her legs. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to her. I started licking. I tasted his cum. It did not taste much different than mine. I had eaten my cum from her, many times. I slipped one finger in her and then a second one. I got three in her before her hole started feeling tight. After a couple of minutes, I could tell that she had a climax building. Then she rolled me on my back, put her legs on either side of my head and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. She held onto the headboard and slid her snatch back and forth over my mouth. She came. It was a good one but not as good as the one that she had from Tom. A big glob of the mixture of his and her cum flowed into my mouth. I swallowed all of it. Monica got off and lay next to me. She cuddled up. “From now on, if you are going to come home unexpectedly, it would be best if you called, unless you want to watch. She kissed me again. Then she rolled over and fell to sleep. I did not sleep at all that night.
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