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Accepting Cuckold

By: CuckoldGuy



In the sixth year of my marriage, I discovered that my wife was having an affair. When I confronted her, I expected that she would deny it but instead, she admitted that yes, she was having an affair and she became angry, telling me that it was all my fault. That whenever we had sex, I always climaxed too soon. That I always left her hanging. That she was never sexually gratified. She always faked her orgasms because she didn't want to hurt my feelings.

Up until this point in my life, I always thought that we had a good marriage and a good sexual relationship. Sure, the sex became routine and predictable but that happens in every marriage, so I thought.

My macho ego was destroyed and shattered. She continued attacking me, telling me that not only did I suffer from premature ejaculation but my penis was skinny and on the small size.

I've always adored her and here she was humiliating me and making me feel so inadequate with her brutal truth. I felt so ashamed and so sorry that I had confronted her but she did admit to having the affair. Some how, her admittance gave me a feeling of deep emotional intimacy with her and it seemed like she felt the same.

Her anger subsided and her voice became softer perhaps she realized the awful pain she had inflicted upon me. In her soft gentle voice she said, "Oh Tim, I'm so sorry for what I've said. I wish I could take back the words."

We reached for each other and caressed, with me saying, "No. Don't take back the words. They're true and I'm grateful for your honesty. It makes me feel so close to you and yet, so vulnerable."

Then she asked, "Can we go into the bedroom?" In the bedroom we undressed each other with me trying to hide my genitals from her view. I was always proud to be a man but this night I felt embarrassed to be naked in front of her. I knew she would compare me to her lover.

She pulled back the bed covers. Laying down on her back, she beckoned me to lie on top of her and as I did, I felt her hand guide my erection to her vagina.

I pushed all the way into her and began to pump in and out but I was so excited that I began ejaculating and groaning in frustration. That's when, for the first time, I heard her sigh of disappointment. It made me feel so inadequate, so useless. I told her how sorry I was. That I didn't do anything for her. She had her arms around me and she kept saying, "It's alright. Oh my poor boy, it's alright. Don't be concerned about it. It's not important. I'll be fine so don't think about it." 

The embarrassment was overwhelming. I lay there with my cock deflating inside of her until it slipped out. She slid her hands up along my back to the tops of my shoulders where I felt her hands pressing me down, down toward her breasts. I went down kissing my way to her breasts and nipples. The nipples that another man now enjoyed.

While sucking on her nipple, she cradled my head in her arms like she would while feeding a baby. Her moans of pleasure gave me a sense of peace. I felt like I could stay in this position forever.

She combed her fingers through my hair and then clutched my hair on either side of my head. Pulling my head away from her breast, she turned my face up to look at her. She stared at me very intently with no expression on her face. She was studying my face for the longest time. Perhaps she was assessing the emotional damage she had inflected upon me or perhaps she was estimating how much more humiliation I could endure.

I was about to ask her, "What's wrong?" When she pushed my head down to her vagina, guiding my mouth to her clitoris. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pushed my face into her pubic hair. The scent of her was intoxicating and it caused my penis to stir into another erection.

Licking back her pubic hair, I exposed her clitoris, so pink and engorged, my crown jewel. It was my chance to gain back her approval, to make up for my failings. I closed my mouth over her jewel, sucking it and tasting her juices. I could hear her cooing and panting while she whispered instructions, "Yes. This is what I want. Keep doing that. Don't stop. Suck it harder. Harder! That's it my boy! Use your tongue."

I could never fuck her so completely like her lover does but I will be the better man at cunnilingus. Following her instructions, I was making love to her jewel as she withered, twisted and bucked, then arching her pussy up towards me and crying out with her first orgasm. She bucked, groaned, kicked and growled like a wild animal and all the while I held on to her as I continued sucking. Soon her bucking and shaking came to a rest and my sucking turned into a gentle licking until she gasped the words, "Oh please stop. It's too sensitive." 

Moving away from her overly sensitive clit, I licked my way down to the lips of her labia, savoring it all. I licked and pushed my tongue as deep as I could up into her vaginal canal where I could taste the sweetness of my own semen mixed with her juices. Thinking to myself that this is where her lover's cock goes. All the while she continued whispering her instructions, "Oh boy, that feels so good. Let me feel that tongue. Yes, that's the spot. Good boy. Don't stop."

After a while of licking and drinking her juices, her clitoris had time to desensitize itself. I licked my way back up to it and began sucking it again. All the while she continued whispering her words of encouragement until she once again began to pant and shake as another orgasm overwhelmed her. This one more violent than the last. 

This night, in this manner, I gave her four orgasms. After we stopped, we lay along side of each other. My face was covered in her juices and my mouth, chafed red from the cunnilingus I gave her. 

I asked her if she loved him and she replied, "No! I only love you. With him, it's only sex but if it comes down to a choice then I will choose him only because I have to have my sexual freedom. I'm sorry but I'm going to continue seeing him."

"What if someone sees you?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I'm very discrete." She replied.

"What about your safety," I inquired.

She replied," Honey, he wants to fuck me not beat me." 

"What if you get pregnant?"

She replied, "I'm the one who carries the baby and I'm the one who gives birth to it. You will be the father but I'm the one who will decide who impregnates me. I know that this is unacceptable to any man unless he loves his wife unconditionally."

Weighing all that she had said and looking into her eyes I replied, "I do love you unconditionally." An approving smile of satisfaction crossed her face. We were no longer husband and wife, we were now wife and cuckold. I became her accepting, adoring and submissive cuckold.

The following night when we got home from work and were preparing dinner, I asked her if she saw her lover today. She replied by saying, "Honey, I'll tell you everything you want to know but it has to be when we are in the bedroom not here in the kitchen. It has to remain our pillow talk."

Sexual intercourse became too embarrassing for me. Our sexual relations consist of cunnilingus and masturbation. Unlike sexual relations where I would have premature ejaculations, when my wife masturbated me, it would take ten or twelve minutes for me to climax. Stroking me that long was very tiring for her until she discovered that when she talked about her lover, it caused me to climax immediately.

We are married over twenty years now and we both still get very excited when she is preparing for her date. I still get those pangs of jealousy when I see her primping herself for him. She may stay the night with her lover but when she returns home to me the next morning, she is radiant and her eyes have a sparkle in them. After all of these years, she is still the most exciting person in my life and I'm so lucky to have her.

Accepting Cuckold Ch. 02



A normal married woman is content to live out her entire life in monogamy. She enjoys the comfort and security of marriage and she doesn't want to go beyond it's bounds. She and her husband will explore and experiment with their sexuality but if it comes to sex with another man, she will not cross that line.

This frustrates many husbands who want to see their wives experience sex with another man but she refuses. This is the natural nature of a woman.

This chapter as in the preceding one is about another type of woman. The promiscuous wife. In her marriage, there is no exploring or experimenting with their sexuality because she doesn't know how to act. Her cuckold will often hear her words, "I don't do that. I'm not that kind of girl." The poor guy doesn't know that he is a cuckold.

When she was a young girl, an older boy or man molested her. It may have been a one time event or she may have been molested over a period of time, in any case, she was told not to say anything to her parents and she complied. 

When I was in my mid twenties I had two acquaintances, Johnny and Sal. Like me they were in their mid twenties, both were married and Sal had two small children. 

One afternoon Johnny came home from work and got into an intense argument with his wife. In the heat of the argument his wife shouted, "You never show me any affection! If I want affection, I get it from Sal! Yes, Sal! Your friend! He's been fucking me for the past six months!"

Hearing this, Johnny became enraged. He stormed out of the house and drove to Sal's house. Sal's wife and two children were sitting on the front porch waiting for Sal. Johnny asked, "Where is he?"

She replied, "We're waiting for him to get home from work. Oh, here he is now."

Sal was pulling into his driveway, he stopped to say Hi to Johnny. Johnny pulled out his pistol and at point blank range, shot Sal dead in front of his wife and kids. 

Johnny got his revenge. He kept his ego, his pride, dignity and self respect but he lost his freedom. He's in prison, serving a life sentence.

Infidelity is hardest on a man. Too many cases end in murder and suicide with the vast majority of cases ending in divorce. And then there is the accepting cuckolds like myself and the guy I wrote about in chapter one.

We try to keep our wives activities hidden from our friends and family. Our wives play the role of the good wife but in the privacy of our bedrooms, she is the dominate partner. She uses humiliation and shame to keep us subservient. She knows that humiliation is our aphrodisiac and she knows how to use it on us.

Consider this; boys growing up will get into fights with each other but an hour later they are friends playing ball together. Girls on the other hand will get into an argument and then they will play mind games and their psychological war can go on for years. Girls can be very devious.

When a woman comes into a marriage, she comes with her secret arsenal of psychological weapons. It may even have been her psychological powers of persuasion that caused her man to propose marriage in the first place. The male may be taller and stronger but he doesn't stand a chance against a wife who is intent on making him her cuckold.

When my wife first met me, she thought to herself, "He's good looking, intelligent, has limited experience with girls, he probably will be a good provider and I can manipulate him. I'll have to be careful and make him special. No fucking or blow jobs for this guy. I want him to see me as a pure, innocent, chaste angel."

From the start of our marriage, I always got home from work first so I would take a shower and then prepare dinner. After dinner I would clean up the kitchen while my wife went into the bedroom to lay out her clothes for the following day. Then she would take a shower.

At the end of her shower, I would dry her, finishing up by kneeling in front of her, drying her feet, then up her legs to her mound. After drying all of her pubic hair with a soft towel, she would reward me by letting me lick her clitoris once or twice. 

It was only once or twice because once she has showered she doesn't want to get messy by having sex. I would then help her into her robe and she would dismiss me so she could primp her hair.

In the living room I would sit at the end of the couch so that she could lay down, place her feet on my lap and have me massage her feet. I always watched the TV shows she wanted. 

At first, my wife made me feel like the dominate partner in our courtship but I was always so anxious to please her that after a year of marriage, she transformed me to where she became the dominate partner. In the privacy of our home our relationship evolved into a master slave or more like a queen/servant.

During that first year of our marriage, whenever I was nude in front of her, I was always proud of my manhood but after that first year things changed. Suddenly I became embarrassed to be naked in front of her and I didn't know why. Maybe it was the way she began to look at me that made me feel ashamed of my nakedness.

The first year that I was her husband, she looked up to me and there was an intimacy between us but after she cuckold me, she looked down on me and the intimacy was gone.

Whenever she knew that I was going to be naked, like when I was going to take a shower, she would come into the bedroom, fully clothed. It gave her a sense of power to have me nude in front of her. She would start a conversation and I would feel uncomfortable to be naked like that. I felt the urge to cover up but I knew it would be a violation of our intimacy. Some times she would make the comment, "You have a cute little penis."

I'm average size but it was her way of belittling my manhood. She knew that when I was nude, I was defenseless and a victim of her subtle remarks. Remarks aimed at stripping away my male dominance and masculinity.

After we were married a year, she had successfully denied me the ability to initiate sexual intercourse. She claimed that intercourse was too uncomfortable. That it hurt and there was something wrong with me because I wanted it too much. That I was selfish and didn't care for her feelings. She accused me of being a pervert because I was always craving sex.

Being too young and too naive, I didn't know what a normal marriage was. My sex life by now was mostly masturbation. I suspected that her manager was giving her all of the sexual excitement and gratification she craved. 

There were times that I would accuse her of having an affair. She would smirk at me and ask, "Can you prove that?" Which I couldn't.

Because of my growing suspicions, I began seeing a woman psychologist and after many sessions, she came to these conclusions saying, "From everything that you have told me, I have to say, that your suspicions are not unfounded. Yes, your wife is having an affair. You don't need any proof."

Hearing her say that, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. All along I knew my wife was having an affair, I just didn't want to acknowledge it. The doctor confirmed all of my fears and it made me embarrassed. I felt like I was going to cry.

The doctor continued, "Keep in mind, it is not the circumstances that are thrust upon you that matter. It is how you react to those circumstances. Your wife is not going to change. I recommend that you seriously consider divorce."

Divorce for me was out of the question. I loved her too much, no one in my family ever got a divorce. It was against my religion, it was too expensive and if I did divorce, I had no place to live, no where to go. I decided to let my wife make the decision if she wanted to divorce me. I never told her of the doctor's conversation with me.

The psychologist went on, "I'm going to write a prescription for you. Each night, about an hour before bed, I want you to take two tablets. They will help you to sleep. During the day, if you start to think of your wife with her manager I want you to take one tablet. It will help ease some of your anxiety."

After two weeks on medication I decided to skip it one night. When my wife got into bed she discovered that I had an erection so she knew that I had not taken my medication. She had to masturbate me to put me into a deep sleep and as she was stroking me she said, "You must take your medication. I can't be doing this every night."

The following night and every night there after, about an hour before bed, my wife would get a glass of water and come into the living room where I was sitting. She would hand me the pills saying, "Here's your medication. I want to make sure that you swallow these. It will help us both to sleep."

After about four weeks of being on the medication, one night she brought me the pills but this night I told her I didn't want to take them. She replied, "You will take them. I'm not going to have you twisting and turning all night."

She stood over me, staring down at me with the pills in her open hand, the other hand holding a glass of water. I was thinking that she was going to sit beside me and masturbate me into submission like she usually does. Anticipating her hand job, I got an erection. She couldn't see it because I was sitting. Then she used a more forceful voice saying, "I said take these." I shook my head, "No" and it gave her a pang of anger.

She shifted her stance which caused her robe to slip open, exposing her pussy. It was inches away from my face and her pubic hair smelled clean and fresh from her shower. I could see that she had powdered it. Just a half hour earlier I had knelt before it and patted it dry, paying my homage to her by kissing it but now she was flaunting it. Using it to humiliate me.

She knows the mystical, magical powers her pussy has over me. Exposing herself to me, empowers her. She has full control over how I am going to act. She decides if I make love to it or just let me admire it. For me, not having any control is humbling.

We knew that it was no longer mine. That I no longer had control over it. She watched me looking at it. She could see the desire in my eyes and my yearning to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her rough and furious. I wanted to pound into her so hard and reclaim her pussy as mine. 

I felt the weight of her stare. I slowly panned my eyes up her body to her tummy then up to her breast and then up to her face. She must have been reading my mind because when our eyes met, she spoke in her sensual tone saying, "You're not man enough, are you?"

Reaching up I took the pills from her hand and put them in my mouth. She handed me the glass of water and as I was drinking it, she tied her robe closed. Then taking the empty glass from me, she placed it on the coffee table. Stepping out of her slippers, she stretched out on the couch with her head at the far end. 

Laying on her back, she pushed her bare feet into my lap feeling my erection as she did but she wasn't concerned about it as she knew that the medication would soon render it flaccid.

Just before turning to watch the television she said, "It's been a long day. Rub my feet" and I did. 

When I took my marriage vows, I recited the words, "For better or for worse." I got the worse.



Accepting Cuckold Ch. 03



My wife of twenty two years has always been a very conservative dresser. When we were first dating I was impressed with her modesty. She always felt uncomfortable having men gawk at her. She wore bulky sweaters so as not to accent her breasts, pleated skirts to cover up her hips and buttocks. She does have a beautiful, well rounded, firm ass. Our daughter refers to her as Bubble Butt.

If she were to wear a gown or dress that showed cleavage, she would cover her assets with a lacy undergarment and her bathing suits were always one piece with a skirt to cover up as much of her body as possible. Always choosing dark colors, like black, brown or gray.

We have two daughters, twenty and eighteen. It may have been their influence or my wife turning forty years of age but suddenly my wife complained that all of her clothes were frumpy.

She went on a buying spree. Buying sexy skirts, tops and dresses all in gay colors. I loved it for she was like a new woman, a sexy, sensual woman. She suddenly enjoyed men looking at her and I was proud to have her by my side.

Some weekends when both our daughters are home from school, our apartment gets a little close so my wife decided that the two of us should get away for the weekend. We checked into a resort hotel on a Friday afternoon and we would check out on Sunday.

She had bought two swimsuits for the occasion. While they were not bikinis, they were two piece and they did show off her assets.

Saturday afternoon we were lounging by the pool when I had to go to the rest room. When I was returning, I saw a tall man talking to my wife so I stayed back out of view just to see who he was. He was in a brief bathing suit with a noticeable package.

If I had a package like he had, then I would ware brief bathing suits instead of the swim trunks that I always wore.

My wife was laying on the lounge and he was standing over her talking while she laughed at what ever he was saying. It looked clear to me that he was hitting on her and she was enjoying it. While I could not hear what they were saying, her body language was encouraging his attention.

Suddenly I got this overwhelming sexual arousal, imagining him fucking her. I could feel my penis beginning to get hard so I had to start walking.

When they saw me approaching, he quickly disappeared into the crowd. I asked my wife, "So, who's your friend?"

She replied, "I don't know. He just started talking to me."

"I think he was hitting on you."

She smiled saying, "Yeah, I think he was."

Later that afternoon we went back to our room to shower and get ready for dinner. We ended up making love and it was the most intense, passionate session we ever had because the whole time we were talking about the stranger fucking her. It seemed like it was something we both wanted.

After that day, whenever we made love we would talk about another man fucking her. At first she said no, it's just a fantasy. Then about a week later, she came around to my way of thinking saying, "Well, if this is what you really want. If I ever get the opportunity I'll do it and tell you all about it."

My wife has a girl friend named Alice who has been going steady with a guy for over ten years. Well they broke up and my wife was concerned that Alice would go into depression so she offered to take her out one night for drinks and maybe Alice might meet someone.

To think of my wife going out with her girl friend to meet guys, took my breath away. I was so excited and aroused. When the night came, it was so exciting watching my wife getting dressed up to go out and meet guys.

That night when she was leaving I told her that if she met a guy to enjoy herself. She smiled at me and asked, "Are you absolutely sure, you want me to do this?"

I answered her, "Yes. I'm absolutely sure. It would be exciting and it would give you a wonderful experience."

It was a long night waiting for her. I would some times get a sick feeling in my stomach thinking of her with another man but most of the night I was so excited and aroused.

When she did get home she said they met some nice guys and they danced with them. She met one guy that she liked but she didn't want to do anything in front of her girl friend. She did give him her number.

That Monday he called her and invited her out to lunch which she accepted. She said that he works close by her work. After lunch he asked her if he could take her out for dinner that coming Friday. She accepted asking me again if I was alright with this. Telling me that she was only going through with this for me.

Friday night was very exciting helping her get ready for her date. She was like a school girl going to her prom. I was so aroused I didn't know how to contain myself. She kissed me good bye saying, "He has his own place so don't wait up for me."

And then she was gone. Suddenly I felt so alone. When she was with me I was so excited and aroused but when the door closed, the excitement and arousal died. I became jealous and uncertain. A sick feeling in my stomach not knowing what would happen to her. I didn't know him. Would he be gentle with her or rough?

It was a very long night. I tried to sleep but couldn't. I would drift off for a moment and then wake up not feeling her next to me. I should never have let her go.

Late the next morning she came home. She was dreamy and tired, too tired. She just wanted to take a shower. She said that he has a two bedroom apartment that he shares with another guy. They have one bath and she didn't feel comfortable taking a shower there. She was glad to be home.

After she showered we laid on the bed naked and she masturbated me while telling me all about her sexual adventure. After I ejaculated, she asked, "Tonight after dinner, I want to go back to him and spend another night if that's alright with you?" 

I protested and she replied, "This is what you wanted. Don't you think it's too late to be backing out? Besides it's only one more night." 

That Saturday night I spent the same as Friday night, alone. She started seeing him on a regular basis although most times she could not spend the night with him because one of our daughters would be home and she didn't want to raise their suspicions.

She told me that he is married but his wife and children live in another state and he will be moving them into this area in the near future. My wife told him that she is married and her husband doesn't know that she is cheating. I keep telling her to tell him the truth that I approve and for her to ask him if I could watch them having sex. She said that she will. She is waiting for the right time.

Each time that she comes home from him she is too tired for sex so she masturbates me. In one of our masturbating sessions, she told me that his room mate was now fucking her. That they have a threesome taking turns with her. That's what I wanted, a threesome. No wonder she's too tired.

The director of her company was giving a cocktail party for the employees and their spouses to celebrate a good year. She told me that at the party, she will introduce me to her lover. That he works near her group. She told him the truth about us and she asked him if I could watch and he agreed.

The party was on a Saturday night and both our daughters would be away at school. At the party, my wife introduced me to him. It was a bit awkward at first but we got along talking about everything but sex. As the party was breaking up, I told my wife to ask him back to our place for a drink. She said, "No. You have to ask him."

I asked him and he agreed. I was finally getting to have a threesome. At our place they started kissing before I could even get the drinks. As I was getting the drinks, they went into the bedroom.

By the time that I brought the drinks into the bedroom he had my wife nude. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was slipping her undies off. I set the drinks on the dresser and stood at the foot of the bed taking my tie and shirt off as he was doing the same.

That's when he stopped me saying, "No. No, you said that you wanted to watch. I don't want you any where near this bed. Stay over there and be quiet. Don't make any noise and we can pretend that you are invisible. Leave your pants on. I don't need to see your dick."

What does he mean? I mean it's my bedroom, my bed and my wife. Before speaking, I looked at my wife but she didn't acknowledge me. She was looking up at him with admiration. 

I retreated to the corner of our bedroom and sat on the floor. At least I was getting to watch. He was standing between my wife's open legs and he leaned down and they kissed with open mouths. Then he whispered something in her ear and she giggled.

Standing in front of my wife, he finished taking off his shirt while my wife unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, dropping them to the floor. She then pulled down his underwear and he stepped out of them.

His cock was semi hard with a large head hanging down below his balls. He had a beautiful package. Oh! My God! Now I recognize him. He's the stranger from the hotel. The guy who was hitting on my wife. I didn't recognize him with his clothes on but now I see him as he was that day.

Still sitting on the bed, my wife placed her hands on his hips and took him deep into her mouth, sucking him enthusiastically like she was starving for his cock.

The few times that my wife gave me a blow job, she did it reluctantly. She would always hold my erection in her hand and only suck on the head so that when she knew that I was about to cum, she could pull her mouth off it and point it away from her face but with him, she was taking him all the way down her throat. He was holding her head in his hands, forcing her down on him as he began to furiously fuck her mouth. 

She was gagging, grunting and choking with saliva running down her chin and falling to the floor in long strings. She was gasping for air and he had a complete disregard for her.

It seemed like it was going on for the longest time. How much more abuse can she take? Then he stopped pumping and slowly withdrew his cock leaving only the head in her mouth. Her lips were sealed around the shaft of it as she tried to catch her breath. He finally said, "Get ready, I'm gonna cum!"

His body convulsed with his first ejaculation and I could see her neck muscles swelling with each swallow. He kept ejaculating and she continued swallowing and swallowing like she was drinking a glass of water. She couldn't get enough. After he finished he pulled it out of her mouth and I watched her lick and suck it clean.

He then took the drink off the dresser and handed it to her. She had a couple of sips and then they laid on the bed together with her snuggling in his arms.

Getting up from the floor, I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I was shaking and I had a lot of thinking to do. Tea always calms me. I felt like I had been had, that I lost something.

After about a half hour I heard rustling in the bedroom. I went and peeked into the room. He was on top of her with her legs locked around him, his buttocks pumping up and down relentlessly while she cooed and moaned with each pump of his cock. They were fucking for the longest time with my wife having multiple orgasms. I no longer wanted to watch them. 

He stayed the night in my bed and I slept on the couch in the drawing room. All during the night, I would wake up and I would peek in on them. In the morning they made love again while I sat in the kitchen listening to my wife's moans of pleasure.

After, when he was leaving, my wife walked him to the door. She was naked and before opening the door, they shared a long passionate kiss and then he was gone. My wife then came into the kitchen and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm okay."

She could see that I wasn't happy as she said, "Come into the bedroom."

In the bedroom she laid on the bed saying, "Take off your clothes and lie down beside me."

I took off my shirt and as I started to unfasten my pants I said to her, "I can't fuck you like he does."

"I know," was her reply, confirming my inadequacies.

In a gentle voice, she said, "Just lie down beside me and I'll take care of you with this hand lotion."

Masturbation has become our preferred method of sexual relations. With masturbation, I'm not in competition with her lover so she can't compare me to him.

She went on, "Jim enjoyed your watching us. He said that it was really hot having you watch. He wants you to be there all the time."

She started stroking me and I asked her, "Last night when he told me not to be near the bed, he kissed you and then he whispered something in your ear. What did he say?"

Remembering, she smiled saying, "He said that you are the cuckold."

"I don't want to be the cuckold. It's very humiliating." 

She continued, "It's what you wanted. You pushed me into this and now you're going to have to accept it and live with it."

Her hand was having it's intended effect on me as she continued stroking and talking, "He wants us to come to his place next Friday night. Here's the thing. He's an ass man. He wants me to be prepared because Friday night he is going to anal fuck me and he wants you to be there to see it."

"Honey, you've never done anything like that. You've never even let me touch you there. Why are you going to let him do this?" I asked.

Still stroking me, she replied, "I told him that I've never experienced that and it was all the more reason that he wants to be the first man to take me in that way. He said that it may be uncomfortable at first but then I'll find it very pleasurable. He reassured me that he will be very gentle. He has been wanting it for a long time. Every time we get together he asks me are you prepped." 

I asked, "What's prepped?"

She continued, "He wants me to clean myself out, first. You know, take an enema. He wants my bowels to be clear so he won't hurt me."

"That's very considerate of him, judging by the way he forced his cock down your throat." I answered with a little anger in my voice,

She continued stroking me as she replied, "He was forceful with me because he knew you were watching. I think he gets off by thinking he's the superior male."

I replied, "He is the superior male and now he is going to defile you and he wants me to witness it."

The shame and humiliation was overwhelming and it caused me to ejaculate into her hand. 

On Friday night, I helped her prep herself for him. At his apartment, Jim's room mate was out of town and I was happy for that. My humiliation would only be in front of my wife and Jim. Jim had placed a chair in his bedroom so that I could sit and watch him sodomize my wife. 

He had her lay on her tummy with her legs spread open. She was very nervous as he lubed her anus. Then he spread a generous amount of lubricant on his erection. He then had her close her legs and he slowly forced his cock into her anus. She cried out in pain, saying, "It hurts! It hurts! Oh please take it out!"

He replied, "Alright, alright. I'll stop pushing it in, just stay still and relax. Let your body get use to it. Relax. Does it still hurt?"

She answered, "A little bit but please don't move it. Let me get use to it." 

He asked, "How does it feel now?"

Her reply, "It's starting to feel warm and good. Just do it slowly."

He slowly pushed all the way into her and she grunted. I couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain. Then he slowly began fucking her saying, "Oh, your ass is so tight. From the first time that I saw you, I knew that I had to fuck you like this."

He picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster and she was now enjoying it. I watched him stiffen up and his buttocks clenched up as he began ejaculating into her. After a while, he slowly pulled his flaccid cock out of her and looking at me with pride, he said, "Now I own her." 

Having met our daughters, he is now a close family friend. It has been six months now since he first fucked my wife and it is still very humiliating every time he takes her in front of me.