Peter C

My Becky was a little surprised, but now knows I'd agree to this. If we go to Ibiza on holiday so she can meet her black Instagram friend I fully expect to spend at least one night on my own, maybe more. That looks a bit like her too.

Funny you should say that. When her boy still lived at home he did seem to get a lot of friends visit. She told me once that he once embarrassing her in front of several of his friends by asking her how many men she'd had sex with. "Just your dad and one other guy", she admitted, blushing and he laughed. "We've all had more girls than you've had men," I wonder how many of his young friends eyed Becky up and down and were thinking to themselves, "Well, I'd love to fuck your mum to make it 3!" She always called his friends "boys", but I'm sure one or two have thought, "Get in that bedroom and I'll show who's a boy!"

Thank you kind sir! She expressed an interest in much younger lads and was fucked by a 23 year-old the day after her 35th birthday. Later, aged 44, she was bedded by a 28 year-old security guard a couple of times and many times by a 25 year-old British soldier (2 Para), who she said was much better in bed than me. I was 51, twice his age, so not surprised. I loved seeing her with a contented smile on her face and a spring in her step, knowing it was because of all the extra cock she was getting.

My current young lady, definitely an English MILF. She's a young looking 44 with a grown-up son. Quite a shy, inexperienced little thing, but here she is teasing us with her bra on, then with her bra off.

My now ex-wife. She had several cocks whilst we were married, with my approval of course. I took it as a compliment when I caught men eyeing her up and this led to her accepting drinks in bars and the offer of a date, regardless of the wedding ring on her finger and me at home looking after our 4 kids. That she attracted the attention of much younger guys - early-mid-20s when she was mid-30s-mid-40s - was also very good for her ego and improved her sex-life!

I loved shaving my wife's pussy for her, especially when she started seeing an ex-work colleague of mine. I guess it was a way of proving to her that I was definitely okay with them having sex. He'd been after her pussy for years and finally succeeded in getting his cock inside her. She'd also shave before a girls's night out "just in case". The odd thing is that some men wanted her pussy unshaved because she had ginger hair, including that ex-work mate of mine, so he was a bit disappointed to encounter her bald down there. Still fucked her though and carried on fucking her for the next 2-3 years, usually at her request and he was always willing to oblige a wife in need of more than what she was getting at home.

Quite. Okay to fuck another man's wife and have her move in with him, but then worry that she might do the self same thing to him. The funny thing is his wife had already left him for one of the guys my wife had been fucking, so now the man my wife is with now knows that that guy has not only fucked his ex-wife, but his new partner, my ex-wife, too. I bet he hates that!

Thanks Jag. Some amazing photos there as usual. I took it as a compliment that not only did work colleagues of mine want to fuck my wife, but also much younger lads she met when she was at work or out with friends wanted that married pussy. Debbie loved the attention and the opportunity to try a different cock from time to time. Good for her ego and good for our sex-life, hers especially. I guess I ignored the fact that the guys that knew me didn't see me as any kind of threat in their pursuit of Debbie's cunt, not knowing that I had suggested she do it anyway and enjoyed hearing all about it in bed later. I bet she misses that now. Her new partner keeps her on a tight rein, they go everywhere together. I guess he knows what a slut she was and is worried she'll cheat on him.

I didn't know they could read, let alone drive!

I'm surprised there haven't been more posts on this subject other than mine. Every couple that go into cuckolding are different so I expected to see all manner of other experiences here to help Brown. I think in my case I had a feeling that with my wife enjoying a social life without me it would only be a matter of time before she gave into temptation and had sex with another man. That prospect excited me though, whereas it hadn't with my previous partners. I decided therefore that if it were to happen, then I'd rather know about it than her have to do it in secret. It was only a couple of years ago however that i discovered that just a couple of months before she went with young Chris she had cheated on me with an ex-work colleague of mine, basically lying to him by saying we'd split up to encourage him and offered him sex on a plate, almost refusing to take no for an answer. Naturally he was only too happy to oblige, but he finally confessed to me 20 years later that he'd fucked her just that once way back in 1999. I wasn't that shocked if I'm honest as they'd become friendlier than I'd liked some years before and we'd rowed several times about it. Once we'd got chatting and he realised that there'd been several occasions when I'd been happy to let Debbie do it with other men, he felt less guilty and was persuaded to tell me how she'd gone to his house whilst I was at work one afternoon and how she'd ridden him bareback in his bed. He admitted he was disappointed that it only happened that once, he'd have been up for making it a regular thing, but it was if he was a "trophy fuck" to her, just so she could say she'd had him and her curiosity had been satisfied. In later years too she got very secretive and it was only after we divorced that I found out about other things, such as fucking her mate's step-dad on weekend visits to her mate's house and fucking another ex-workmate of mine for 2-3 years when I thought they'd only done it twice. It turned out that they'd even been away on holiday together when I thought she was with someone else entirely! He has been more than happy to enlighten me as to what my wife was like in bed with him and has even offered to provide the same service for my new girlfriend Becky if I can talk her into it. She wouldn't do it I know, but I'd be lying if I said the thought of him fucking another one of my women doesn't excite me, especially when he said that he'd report back to me on how Debbie and Becky compare between the sheets. I'll probably never know now as Debbie won't talk about the old days, so I'm not sure if she grew feelings for him or any of the other guys she fucked or whether it was just more enjoyable doing it behind my back rather than having to come home and tell me all about it.

And this is me in the shower...

I'm so pleased that my Becky has finally agreed to pose naked for photographs. Here she is at the hospital last week.

I particularly like that last one. 14 seconds my little Becky needs to see!

I have to pretty much agree with everything everyone else has already said. My key points would be the ones about communication and honesty being key and that the choice of man should really be down to your wife rather than you. This worked well for us, but of course every couple is different as are the men up for fucking our wives or girlfriends for us. Another thing to remember is that once the deed is done, it's done, so be careful what you wish for. Once your wife has been with another man, she can't be unfucked.

I'll never forget having to pick up my now ex-wife Debbie after her first session with my ex-workmate Mick one Sunday afternoon. He'd asked her to jump in a cab and go to his house whilst his wife was out and to not bother wearing a bra or any panties. Sure enough, when I picked her up from the end of his street a couple of hours later she was stood on the corner shivering in just a thin white top and a blue denim mini-skirt with his cum still dribbling down the inside of her bare thighs. We did manage to get home without her getting any on the seat of the car though. We'd originally agreed that she would use condoms whenever she went with someone else and that she wouldn't have sex with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name, but that all changed that Sunday afternoon and you know what? I didn't mind one little bit!

To the best of my knowledge my wife Debbie had sex with 6 other men whilst we were married, 7 if you count the neighbour she left me for. Two were only once, one was only twice, whilst the others fucked her numerous times, one, a former workmate of mine, regularly for 2-3 years until he moved away. She was a little reticent about how many she'd been with before me, but I wouldn't be surprised if she had fucked loads more than 6 when she was younger. She was 22 when I first met her and as far as I know she managed to make do with just me until her craving for extra cock got the better of her - with my approval of course - at the age of 34.

Yes, I loved Debbie showing off her body when she went out and eventually of course several guys were lucky enough to get between my wife's legs. I miss those days like you. This thin pale blue summer dress was the shortest she ever wore. With those white high heels and matching pale blue knickers, pushing our youngest in her buggy, she turned a lot of heads that day and I was one very proud husband. The dress was so short that every time she bent over even slightly to see to our dau8hter or look at a stall at this event her knickers and ass cheeks were on show. I overheard a guy comment to his mate, "Fuck me! Look at the fucking legs on that!"

You and me both Sean. When I first met my now ex-wife Debbie she was always in jeans but I persuaded her to start wearing skirts to show off her great legs. She must have liked the male attention this got her as her skirts got shorter and shorter.

So not content with breaking into our home and stealing our cash and jewellery, the black masked raider made my wife suck his cock too.

At first we agreed that my wife wouldn't have sex with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name, but later that changed and she went with two of my ex-work colleagues. Her pussy, her rules I guess and I was actually okay about it.

I loved all those, so thank you Jag. Perhaps that would be my Becky in the second video, saying it's too big but soon taking it all with ease and how I'd like her answer the question in the first video, "What do you love?" with that confession, "black cock".

Hi Brown. I don't really know how I got into this cuckolding lifestyle if I'm honest, but as a "usedtobe", rather than a "wannabe" perhaps my own experiences can help you . Debbie was my second wife, but I'd never had any cuckold tendencies with my first wife nor the woman I lived with before I met Debbie. My work involved me doing shifts of one week early, one week late, which led to Debbie gradually gaining a social life of her own when I wasn't around. This could involve her drinking at my works' social club bar, going on girls's nights out with female friends or playing darts for a ladies team in a local pub and club league. This of course meant that she'd be in the company of men quite a lot and although she'd been quite promiscuous when she was younger and admitted she actually prefer male company to female, she seemed perfectly happy to be faithful to me. Occasionally when we were out together I'd catch other men eyeing up my wife, which made me both quite proud and to a certain degree, aroused. Debbie had great legs which I encouraged her to show off in short dresses and mini-skirts, a far cry to the jeans she always wore when we first met. She didn't have big boobs, but with the aid of a Wonderbra and the wearing of my v-neck sweaters, Debbie was able to boost her cleavage and confessed to enjoying the extra attention she now attracted. I admitted that i liked it too. From time to time she'd comment on TV or pop stars she fancied, quite often young guys in their early 20s and when a new club opened in town her and a friend visited on a few nights when acts were put on to encourage people to turn up. One band that appeared had a lead singer that Debbie took a definite shine to, telling her mate on the phone in bed with me later, how her pussy was twitching and getting wet when she spoke to him at the bar. Debbie told me he'd invited her to a club after their gig, even though his girlfriend was there. I told her she should have gone and if something had happened I'd be okay with that as long as she told me. "Oh yeah! As if!", was her first reaction, but that did at least broach the subject of her having sex with someone else. Over the course of the next couple of years I would occasionally mention it again, but not so often that she got fed up hearing about it. She was working now in a 24 hour convenience store in a nearby town and would sometimes bring home a Playgirl magazine for us to look at in bed together and we'd enjoy admiring the naked men and their cocks. A couple we knew had brought her a novelty gift back from holiday, a plastic carrot which when you pulled on the green leaves at the top, reveal a fairly realistic dildo. We started using this in bed of course and it was this role-play that really got the ball rolling. I told Debbie how good it was watching another cock going in and out of her pussy and how naughty she was doing it with "him" right there in front of her husband. "You love it!", she'd murmur with a smile, as she climaxed more noisily than usual at the thought. "If you walked in on me actually having sex with someone, you wouldn't even try to stop me would you?", she said. "No, I wouldn't", I confessed, "I'd let you carry on." She liked that! At work Debbie now told me she was being chatted up by Dave, one of their delivery lorry drivers. She was loving it and even changed her shifts to make sure she was there the days he came to her shop. He asked her out, suggesting she could stay at his overnight one weekend, but he lived quite a way away so she reluctantly declined. They did go to watch a football match together though, taking 2 of our kids with them. With them there they had to be discreet, but he did have his hand on her thigh and snatched a couple of sneaky kisses. Dave however was soon old news as a new name kept coming up in conversation when I asked Debbie how her day had been at work. A regular customer, a young guy called Chris, had started making a bee-line for Debbie and been chatting her up. Pretty sure that Chris was going to ask her out, Debbie ran the idea past me. She was very flattered by his attention and confessed that she'd like to go out for a drink with him. Would I be okay with that? And what if he wanted more than just a drink? "Yes babe. Of course. Go for it! I know you fancy having a toy-boy bit on the side. Do it." Re-assured by my favorable reaction to her going on a date with a lad of 23 (she was just about to turn 35) she accepted his offer to meet her after work. He smiled at her saying she'd tell her husband she'd be late home due to "stock-taking" and they arranged it for the night after her birthday. Out for dinner together on her actual birthday our main topic of conversation all evening was forthcoming date with young Chris and what might happen once they leave the pub. To emphasise my approval, I even bought her a pack of 3 condoms for her to take with her. Sure enough, the next evening Chris met Debbie from work in full view of her workmates and off they went to the nearby pub. After a few drinks Chris told my wife that his sister who he shared a flat with was out if she fancied going back to his place. Debbie readily agreed. This involved walking back past the shop though, so Chris and Debbie were seen on their way to his place not only by other staff, but also the little group of teenage boys that would hang around outside the shop in the evening. no doubt speculating that "that ginger married bird from the shop" is about to get a good seeing-to from their mate Chris. Indeed, he went down there and bragged about it to them all later. No sooner were they in the front door, they were kissing passionately. Debbie's dark green uniform polo shirt was soon removed by Chris, followed by her white bra as he took in the sight of my wife's bare breasts before fondling and sucking on them. Having her tits sucked and her neck kissed made her putty in his hands and soon her black work trousers and panties were on the floor with her shirt and bra. In his bed they fucked feverishly. He'd had a condom ready, but Debbie said the packet looked a bit dog-eared, so made him use the ones I'd bought. She told him that she didn't want any more babies so he had to wear one and I think he was pleased to see a married woman come prepared. Perhaps he thought she did this all the time and he'd just found out what a slut she was. A very easy lay for the price of a few drinks. Whilst Chris made coffee for them, Debbie quickly phoned me. For his benefit she told me how "busy" she'd been and that she didn't know what time she'd be home and she'd let me know what time to meet her train. I was at the supermarket doing our weekly shop with the kids in tow, but not surprisingly it was quite difficult to concentrate on shopping knowing my wife was currently in bed with a lad 12 years her junior. After that coffee, a cigarette and the stamina of youth, Chris was ready to go again. This time Debbie did all the work, putting the condom on his erect, young cock and straddling him so she could set the pace this time. Later, before he not only walked Debbie to the railway station but caught the train with her to make sure his "new girlfriend" got home safe, Chris fucked her again. Chris stayed on the train and went home and I picked Debbie up outside the station. In bed she told me all about her evening and we made love - twice. We agreed that perhaps Chris could become her regular "bit in the side", but a day or two later I was struck by that "cuckold angst" and became very insecure. Asking her not to see him again, coupled to the fact that he hadn't even been in touch, upset Debbie. She felt dirty and used and we had a few quiet days where I just cuddled her to reassure her that everything was okay and no harm had been done. In hindsight, I should have held my nerve and let it carry on once he finally got back in touch. That set us back over 9 years, but Debbie was eventually persuaded to do it again, this time much more successfully and with a number of men. We didn't live happily ever after though. We split up in 2012 and divorced 2 years later, but i have no regrets. I probably remember the good parts more than the bad though, so be careful what you wish for. All couples experiences will be different, but that's how we started. I'd do it all again too.

At the 4 minute mark with that hair style that really looks like my Becky sucking for all she's worth. I wonder if I'll ever hear her confess to being "a whore for black cock"? She's got to the age of 44 having only ever been with 3 men, all of us white. Nice that she's now chatting to black men online. it's a start.