Cuckold Couple Ch. 01: The Journey

This is the ongoing journey from our first cuckold experience and how this lifestyle developed. Please read subsequent accounts of our relationship and the friends we made along the way.

A very brief background of our life at the beginning and how it developed from there.

This will seem very weird to the majority of readers but please try to understand the excitement we get from it. Perhaps for some just the thought or fantasy is enough, but for my wife and I that was just the start. In a very strange way it has made our relationship even stronger.

Hi my name is Alan, I have been married to my wife Angela for twenty two years. I am fifty four years old and Angela is forty three. It's a comfortable age difference for us and our relationship is very loving, trusting and we have a healthy sex life. We have no children by choice and both have professional careers.

I say it's a comfortable age gap, but more recently it has been under more scrutiny by Angela's curiosity. I have had previous relationships and therein lies the difference, Angela has only had one sexual partner, and that is me. Occasionally she asks me about previous lovers and how it was different, I can only explain that you only feel that special connection when the relationship just 'clicks'. That said, sexually, they were all very different.

I have no doubt in my trust for her and I realise the feeling is only curiosity, therefore I had no reason for concern...until a recent event which I would say very much surprised me.

A very good friend of ours, Pete, shares our company for large parts of each week. Pete came out of a longterm relationship around a year ago. We have been there for him as a crutch in his moment of need. He has said he will always be grateful for this and would do anything to return our kindness.

I'm pretty sure other friends of ours, and his, think there is more to it and often joke we must be into threesomes. It couldn't be further from the truth (and wasn't at that moment in time), we do however, confide in each other in all manner of ways.

Pete's now on the mend emotionally and is ready to dip his toes in the dating game once more. We have been going out as a threesome for food and drinks hopefully setting him up with the possibility of a new relationship. He even joked how horny he is now and needs to get laid as over a year without sex is far too long!

It was getting routine, every Friday and Saturday - out partner searching for our good friend. After one particularly unsuccessful evening we all drowned our sorrows and drank far too much and ended up back at ours for coffee. Pete slumped dejectedly on the sofa, "this is so much more difficult than I thought it would be, there must be something wrong with me I guess," he said. We tried to comfort him saying it was their loss and he would be loved up again in no time at all.

Angela brought over a pack of playing cards with the coffee.

"Don't worry Pete how about a game of cards before you go home, after all the night is still young?"

"Nah, I'll drink my coffee and make tracks back to my lonely house."

"Come on mate just half an hour, as you say, not much to get back for," I added.

He really did look in a depressed way, I glanced over to Angela, almost hoping she would have something to say. She did have something to say, but nowhere close to what I may have expected. The words shocked me so much my jaw must have hit the floor.

"Who wants to play a game of strip poker? Surely it would cheer Pete up if I had to strip down to my undies," Angela giggled out loudly, obviously very tipsy.

Pete and I looked at each other, this was so out of character for my wife. It did seem to be a fun way to lighten the mood though.

"I'm up for it," Pete said straight away, also laughing.

"I'm not so sure, maybe another day," I suggested.

"Don't be a chicken, I dare you Alan, I'll deal the cards. Pete and I are up for it, are you playing or not?"

It seemed the decision was made.

"Okay, no backing out either, everyone agrees, right," my wife said and dealt the cards.

I couldn't help but think how my wife would react , if she were to lose, would she strip off completely in front of my mate? I wondered too, how I would feel if she were to undress in front of him. I was her only partner, nobody has seen her completely naked, the nearest would have been a swimsuit on holiday.

The thought went over and over in my mind, but the more it did, the more it turned me on! My cock hardened at the prospect of my wife undressing in front of our friend. How would he react? It was possible I might soon find out, I couldn't help but stare at his groin, it was clear he already had a large bulge showing and the first round hadn't finished yet.

The pile of discarded clothes began to mount on the floor. Angela had been losing, her additional layers of clothes and the fact that she started with a coat on helped no end. The game was moving on quickly, we were all laughing as one of us lost the hand and had to take off another item of clothing.

I was down to jeans and boxers, Pete had one sock, jeans and boxers and Angela still had underwear, skirt and blouse, her luck was about to change though, but only after Pete was reduced to his boxers only, he pulled down his jeans, the bulge of his cock now very obvious. I cast an eye in my wife's direction - she was staring, it was clear she wanted the boxers to come off next.

The next hand Angela lost and was faced with removing her blouse or skirt, either choice revealing her scant underwear. My heart was racing with anticipation and excitement as to whether she would continue to undress or 'bottle it'.

The atmosphere was electric, we were much quieter now. Angela opted for the blouse and unbuttoned it very slowly in a teasing way. We just stared as she slipped out of it, before tossing it across the room on to the pile of garments. Angela tried to cover herself with her hands, she has great boobs and always wears pretty underwear. Her bra no exception, always a plunging low cut lacy design. Her pale soft flesh pushed up by the white bra giving her a cleavage to die for.

Angela lost the next hand, it was time to make the choice bra or skirt. She calmly stood up unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor before stepping out and adding it to the pile. Her white panties struggled to cover her modesty, it was fortunate for her she hadn't worn a skimpy thong that evening.

Pete just gasped, "you look stunning Angie, what a gorgeous body."

"Why, thank you, I'm glad you like what you see," she said with a smile and a red face.

"You must surely be next Pete," she replied, again, staring down at his now very obvious erection.

The odds of Angela losing the next hand as well were so unlikely, but that's just what happened.

Pete started chanting "off, off, off," as Angela had to go again.

"Perhaps we should call it a night now," she said, vey red faced.

"Oh no, you can't get out of it that easy, you said no backing out Angie, what's it to be bra or panties." You could hear the excitement in his voice and I was shocked for a second time that evening, would she go any further and reveal all to Pete?

"Okay, okay, fair enough, but you'll have to unclip me." Then, instead of coming to me, my wife moved over to Pete. She sat on his lap with her back facing him, his trembling hands undone the tiny clips, the strap separated. Angela supported her ample boobs with cupped hands as Pete slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

I was so mesmerised at what I was watching, my cock hardened even more.

"On the pile sweetheart," Pete said with a huge grin.

My wife, pulled her bra away with one hand and threw it on to her blouse as Pete instructed. He was so quick and replaced her loose hand with his, cupping her bare tit underneath. I couldn't believe it, Angela gasped out as he began fondling and feeling her.

However, instead of being annoyed she just cried out, "Pete, you're a very naughty boy."

He pulled his hand away feeling very guilty, his face bright red with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry Angie, I don't know what I was thinking, it's been so long since I touched a woman, I really am sorry."

"Look, it's fine, honestly, please don't be shy Pete, I quite understand, you're only human, any hot bloodied man would try his luck. Anyway don't stop, it feels very nice, you have lovely strong hands."

Pete looked across to me, as if to ask permission, I could only shrug my shoulders and smile as if to say, it's fine with me.

Angela pulled her other hand away, allowing her large boobs to drop freely. Pete didn't need any more encouragement. Now both his arms were around my wife as he groped her tits. Despite her naturally big nipples, you could see they were getting even stiffer and enlarged the more he aroused her. His fingers and thumbs tweaking and pinching them making her wince a little, but what was clear she didn't want him to stop.

This was surreal, I looked on in disbelief, her face was bright red as he continued to pleasure her. She moaned out and leaned her head back against his, her long blonde hair trailing behind. Her arms reached up behind them holding the back of his head, very submissively allowing his roaming hands complete access.

"Oh Angie, you're amazing, they're amazing, they are beautiful, so soft, so...big."

I cleared my throat loudly, enough to make them break away, "maybe we should see if Angela loses her panties next then," I said with a big smile. It was turning me on so much watching them, I was quietly hoping my wife would soon be completely naked in front of our friend.

Pete's erection was so obvious now, you could clearly notice a damp patch of pre cum on his boxers, not surprising really!

I dealt the cards, it was a quick game, not a word was said after what had just happened. I was very relieved, but also tinged with a little disappointment as Pete lost what turned out to be the final hand.

"Finally" my wife cheered, come on Pete get 'em off. It was his turn to be red faced and very reluctantly stood up.

"We agreed, no backing out, come here I'll help you this time," she said, with a huge grin. With both hands she gripped his boxers and yanked them down, his huge cock almost in her face. I thought my wife was about to reach out and feel his cock, but thankfully she was so shocked she just stared at the bulge.

"Oh my God Pete," she cried out, and pulled back in awe of his hard manhood.

It fell silent, Pete was clearly embarrassed and stooped to pull his boxers back up and began sifting through the pile of clothes for his.

"I'd better go now, before something happens we may all regret in the morning."

My wife looked so disappointed and tried to change his mind, "let's get dressed and have another coffee."

"No I best not, I must go," with that Pete said goodnight and left.

We sat down, not speaking and tried to process what had just happened.

"Alan, take me to bed, I feel so horny," Angela said finally.

"Me too love, that was so hot, it feels weird knowing I was turned on by him touching you so intimately."

"I kept looking for your reaction too, I loved the idea of teasing you as I allowed Pete to play with my tits, it made me wet with excitement."

We went straight to bed and had the best sex in a long time, it relit the old spark. We talked about the evening as we made love, it spurred us on even more. We both climaxed and as we lie next to each other we discussed what had happened that night, why we felt the way we did and what next for our relationship.

We both agreed we enjoyed the excitement so much, even though it felt weird. I asked Angela if she wanted to do it again, but maybe go a bit further next time.

"I would, but how much further Alan?"

"I don't know, how far would you want to go?"

"As far as you are comfortable with love. What if I wanted to feel his cock, maybe blow him and let him feel between my legs"?

"If that's what you want, it's fine with me, would you though, it would be incredible if you did?"

"Okay, but what if we got carried away and he wanted to have full sex with me?"

"Do you want him to have you Angela?"

"I've only ever had sex with you and it is beautiful...but I have always been curious."

"When Pete was touching you tonight, I was fantasising about the two of you having sex!"

"That's easy to say, but in reality it could be totally different, what then?"

"There's only one way to find out love, why don't you seduce him and do it, you know,... the ultimate. Why not go to his house tomorrow and find out how he is feeling and say that you are just checking everything is still okay between us. If he's cool then make a move on him."

"I'm worried though, Alan, what if he is concerned about our friendship and rejects me?"

"Trust me love, if you offer it on a plate, he will definitely take it, any man would."

After long discussion we agreed tomorrow would be the day, the first day of what promised to initially be just curiosity and kinky fun. However, as it it turned out, it developed much further in to a whole new lifestyle, the world of a cuckold relationship.

We didn't at this point realise just how far we would take this. It turned from a little kinky fun in to wife sharing, voyeurism, swapping, group sex, lesbian sex. It would lead to more depraved acts and on occasions entering in to the world of BDSM. After each time we took another step further, it was infectious and we wanted more and more.

Although I'm her husband, Pete would later become her permanent boyfriend and Angela would be a 'Hotwife'. I would also dare my wife to do more sordid things and she would also push the boundaries of my acceptance of her 'cheating'. Angela would find out that I loved it as much as she, the embarrassment to me, and humiliation as she teased me mercilessly, eventually making me watch her going with other men.