Peter C

I don't think these cuckold tendencies will ever leave now, so yes, I often fantasize about sharing my new girlfriend. As soon as I showed him a photo of her, I knew he'd want some of that. Says it would interesting to see how she compares in bed with my ex-wife and he'd be more than willing to report back with his findings. Said he's never had two of the same man's women before. Reckons that would be a very enjoyable first.

Thank you kind sir! Debbie was 35 when she let that young guy have his wicked way with her. Later she had at least 4 other men that i know of, two of them in their mid-20s. She told me how much she preferred young cock.

Two Polaroid photos of my now ex-wife Debbie, 1999, around the time she was the assistant manageress of a 24 hour convenience store and being fucked by a customer 12 years younger than her. Lucky boy!☺️

The deal with my wife was that she wouldn't go with anyone I know so I wouldn't be able to put a face to the name. That however didn't last, as she was pursued on social media by an ex-work colleague of mine and succumbed to temptation! She asked me if it would be okay and I agreed that she see him. It turned out that he'd actually asked her out some 11 years previously when we'd worked together, but she was a good girl then and declined his offer. This time however he was more successful and got her into bed. I was surprisingly fine with this and me and him are now Faceb00k friends, which has enabled me to hear from him what they got up to. Now though - with me and my wife divorced - he has seen photos of my new girlfriend and suggested we go visit. He wants this one next....

Very wise words Rob. To begin with my wife and I - that's my leggy, red-headed wife Debbie in the photo - discussed the possibilities in great depth, role playing different scenarios in the bedroom with the help of a dildo on occasions. Even then it took at least 2 years of gentle encouragement and persuasion before my wife felt confident enough to embark on some extra-marital activities. This was with a young guy 12 years her junior, a regular customer in the shop she worked at in a neighboring town. Insecurity got the better of me a couple of days after she'd dated and slept with him and we had a few uneasy days whilst I reassured her that no harm had been done, it was something we;d wanted to try and I loved her just as much now as I had before, if not more. As we got older and wiser, I occasionally broached the subject again, originally met with a "I'm not going down that road again", which later became "maybe one day", then a "are you sure you could handle it better this time?" Assisted now by the advent of internet dating and social media sites, 9 years on Debbie dipped her toes in the water again and indeed, I did handle it much better this time round. Three men were lucky enough to get Debbie into bed, including one of my ex-work colleagues who'd found her on Faceb00k and tried his luck. After a couple of years though the openness disappeared and in our last year together we didn't have sex at all. Well, she did, i didn't. She became secretive for some reason, which i find odd considering how much she knew I enjoyed her coming home with an account of her night out. I can only assume that cheating became more satisfying for her than me knowing. I now know that my ex-workmate was actually fucking her on and off over the course of 2 or 3 years when I thought it only happened twice. She even went away with him for a week when I thought she was away with a totally different guy! I've also discovered that when she was supposed to be spending the weekend at a female friend's in a nearby town, she was more often than not at this friend's step-dad's flat in his bed overnight. I wish I'd known all this at the time. I would have loved knowing what she was getting up to, but we somehow lost those lines of communication. But I certainly don't regret her cuckolding me and I'd do it again if I thought my current girlfriend would be up for it.

No, not that I know of anyway. In a twist that i didn't see coming, she moved in with the guy 2 doors down the street, not long after his wife left him for one of the guy's my wife Debbie had been fucking! The two women were friends, but his wife went through my wife's Faceb00k friends one night and picked out 4 or 5 men she liked the look of. One was this ex-work colleague of mine who had been fucking Debbie. Not one to miss a golden opportunity, he bedded my neighbour's wife too and the rest as they say is history! They moved away and are married now, whilst my now ex-wife is still with my ex-neighbour. I guess it was the talk of the street for a time, but they too have now moved to another part of town.

In my case, yes, especially our sex-life. However, 5 years down the line she left me for a neighbour and we divorced! That said, I certainly don't regret encouraging my wife to go out and get herself some extra cock and loved knowing she was getting the variety she needed, especially when it was a much younger guy. I still miss being cuckolded now though.

I bought one for my girlfriend. She has absolutely no idea of its significance, but she loves wearing it so much she never takes it off!

Brighton & Hove, England.

Does cuckoldry co-relate to penis size? Not in my case. I have a 7 inch long, 5 inches round, penis. but persuaded my wife to go out and get a bit of variety from time to time. She went with 5 other men that I'm aware of - 3 of them much younger guys, her preference - including one regular lover who had less than 4 inches, but was dominant and rough with her.

Reminds me of when my wife and her mate went to Colchester for a week and both were fucked by young squaddies from 2 Para. My wife was 44 at the time, the lad just 25.

I have joined as a member after seeing this story via Tumblr. Although we are now divorced, my wife and I entered into the cuckold lifestyle many years ago. Firstly, back in 1999, which ended up as just a one-night-stand with a young customer at the shop she worked in, but later, more sucessfully from around 2009-12 with a number of other guys. Although in her 40s by then, she still had a penchant for younger guys and was eagerly bedded by a soldier of 25 and a security guard of 28. This story though reminds me of an encounter she embarked upon with an ex-workmate of mine. We had previously agreed that she would never go with anyone I knew, so I couldn't put a face to the name, and that she would always use condoms, despite her having been sterilised. This would hopefully deter her from catching an STIs and passing them on to me, whilst letting the other guy assume that a married woman not wanting to get pregnant by someone other than her husband was understandable. Though I wouldn't describe Mick as a rival as such, we never really got on particularly well at work. He would sometimes put me down or criticise the way I did the job. I found out later that he had asked my wife out not long after he'd started on the firm, probably whilst using our staff social club. At the time, she'd politely declined, but admitted to me years later that she had been quite tempted. He eventually left the company, but still lived in our town and around 2009, when by chance we had decided to have another go at her cuckolding me, he suddenly requested my wife as a friend on Faceb00k. Not me you'll notice. She readily accepted and they began to chat online more and more. One day she told me that she felt that she was "getting into something she can't get out of" and I heard myself telling her that that was fine and to take things as far as she felt comfortable with. She would often let me watch her online chat with him and I even sometimes offered suggestions for her replies. Then, one Sunday whilst i was out with the kids, she went out unexpectedly, later texting me to pick her up from a road I knew was near his house. When I got there, she was in a skimpy top and a short denim mini-skirt. No sooner she was in the car, she said, "Well, that wasn't all that!", and I realised, somewhat shell-shocked, that they'd done more than just talk. "What? You've fucked him?", I exclaimed. "Yep!", she smiled. "His cum's all cold trickling down my leg." She had no knickers on. My first thought was how smug he would be feeling now, an arrogant smirk on his face knowing that he'd got my wife into bed at last. Surely the ultimate put-down. We couldn't go straight to bed when we got home because the kids were about, but when we did, her shaved pussy was still red, puffy, glistening and gaping open. She had clearly been fucked hard and fucked well. She told me how he had taken her straight to his bedroom, having instructed her not to wear knickers, where they were soon kissing passionately on his bed and quickly undressed one another. He had sucked her tits and licked her pussy, before entering her bareback. He had been quite rough with her, which she enjoyed, and pumped his load into her, so both our ground rules were broken that same afternoon. I handled knowing that Mick had finally succeeded in bedding my wife much better than I'd expected. He'd wanted to fuck her for some 20 odd years and had finally got what he wanted.