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“Insatiable” – that was the only word to describe her sex drive. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it when we first met, and for quite a while into our marriage too, but it never eased off. We are happily married, but somehow, this horny milf I call my wife expects me to work 10 hours a day and still have enough energy to fuck her every morning and every night. Sometimes once at night wasn’t enough either. 

It was after an awfully busy week at work – midway through a particularly stressful merger – that I invited a few mates over for a barbecue and a few beers. I definitely needed to relax and forget about the stresses that awaited me on Monday. As the evening drew to a close and a couple of the guys started to head off, I noticed my wife giving me ‘the eyes’ – a telltale sign that she needed my cock, and soon.

A thought crossed my mind, how much easier would it have been if she could be a cheating wife who could get her fix somewhere else every now and then and let me enjoy the simple pleasures of having a barbecue with my mates. But no such luck. I went over to the kitchen to get another beer for myself and my best mate – always the last one to leave as usual – and took the opportunity to tell her that tonight was not going to be the night. It sparked a rather heated argument between us, with my best mate as the sole witness. 

My frustrations that had built up from multiple sources over the week reached a boiling point, and without a second thought, I abruptly put the argument to rest with: “Why don’t you just fuck Barry instead, you fucking whore!?” Sure, I went a bit overboard by calling her a whore, but her facial expression was not what I expected. A smile betrayed her excitement at the idea.

We’d never even discussed cuckolding before, but there was no doubt now that she was open to the idea. Barry, the single man he is, shouldn’t have any hold-ups. On more than just one drunken night, he had admitted to thinking about my wife a bit more than a best mate should. 

“Barry, Anne wants to fuck you! Yes or no? I’m not even joking, mate. Just say yes because I’m too fucking tired.”

Barry took one look at me, then one look at my wife – my now naked wife who had already dropped her gown to the floor – blushed, rearranged his crotch, and nodded. Barry chugged his beer, and the two of them took things to the lounge. I planned to enjoy the peace and quiet on the deck. At least I thought so. A few moments later, I could hear Anne’s loud moans reaching me from the other side of the house. Fuck it, my curiosity got the best of me, and I followed Barry’s example chugging my beer as I walked over to the lounge. 

I walked in and saw my wife on the couch, legs spread wide open and Barry kneeling before her, his face buried in her dripping wet pussy. I don’t exactly know what I was expecting to feel, but an unusual sensation engulfed my entire body. It was a strange mix of humiliation and stimulating excitement. I didn’t want to join in. I just wanted to watch the live sex unfolding in front of me.

After making her moan exceptionally loud – he must have been licking her engorged clit – Barry stood up, and Anne tore his trousers off him, revealing his exceptionally big cock. Anne started jerking it, one hand rubbing up and down the length of his large shaft while the other played with his balls. She looked me dead in the eyes as to say: “Look what I’m doing, babe. You weren’t even good enough to please me.” and wrapped her lips around Barry’s cock, sucking him off. She must have guessed how much the cuckold humiliation would turn me on. I don’t know how she knew. Not even I was aware this feeling was even possible.

“Fucking take it all. You like this big cock more than his don’t you?”

Anne took his cock balls-deep in her mouth, gagging with each throat punching penetration. She took it as deep as she could one last time, then turned around and bent herself over the couch, pointing her sweet pussy lips and glorious ass in the air. Barry dove his face between her thighs and wildly licked her from arse to pussy. He teased his cock around her wet hole and thrust inside her. I watched as he fucked her, one hard pump after the next. Slow, then fast, then deep, and slow again. Juices started dripping down Anne’s leg. 

I sat on the opposite couch the entire time, my cock out and rock-hard, jerking off while my best friend fucks my wife. I felt completely immersed in their sexual energy, I felt things I never knew were possible. It was like a whole new world of excitement had just been opened up to me. I shot my load of warm spunk long before they finished, but I sat there still rubbing my cock while my cuckold wife took his cock, thrust after deep thrust. 

Barry started pumping her pussy harder and faster. He was getting close now. He held on to her hips thrust his cock one last deep thrust into her wanting pussy, filling her up with his seed. Jizz started dripping out and running down her leg. They both collapsed onto the couch.

We sat there in silence for a moment, none of us really knowing what to say next. I wiped the cum off my chest with my shirt, pulled my pants up, and gestured towards the kitchen.

“Want another beer, mate?”