This is a true story.
In the first few months following the breakup of Nick and Lola, I had confided in a close friend of our naughty lifestyle and how we missed Nick. Now, to be truthful he’d been an immature prick.
He had broken Lola’s heart by getting a girl where he worked pregnant. He was so blaze about it and this angered Lola very much as she’d stayed faithful to him throughout their time together.
However, my friend suggested we join a website called Fabswingers, where he assured us that there would be a queue of fit guys who would love to meet with us and cuckold me in our marriage.
Cautiously we joined. We remained discrete and the messages flowed from the minute we joined. But like any search like this, there was plenty to pick over.
We had made a rule that we both had to agree on who we met. The thought of her meeting a guy who I didn’t think was hot was out of the question. And if I liked a guy she didn’t he also was out the running.
It worked out that two guys came along we seemed to think fitted our criteria. Number one was Matty, 27, from Bristol and a copper but again very discrete. Number two was a guy called Lee and was just 20. Skinny chav in grey adidas, but what looked like a massive stalk. Lucky sod! My thing more than Lola but she was willing to meet him and be persuaded for my sake, which was kinda bending the rules but hey. We were after all making this stuff up as we went along.
We arranged to meet Matty just for a coffee while shopping. As soon as we walked in the place and spotted him sat quietly at the back sipping a cappuccino, it was obvious that Lola had an instant attraction. This flew in the face of all her reservations regarding meeting another younger guy.
She went straight back to where he was while I fetched us both a drink. It seemed to take forever but in reality just probably ten minutes. I eventually joined them and I was immediately pleased with the person that she’d chosen. Around 5’10, solid build but all muscle, a neat beard and a dazzling smile.
We chatted away, nervously at first but then effortlessly after about 20 minutes. We talked about his experiences and what he liked (he didn’t get the extremes of cuckolding and was not bi but was fine me being around, though I was not to touch him. I was gutted by this but we had already established between Lola and I that her sex was the most important over whatever I might want. I would have to be content to watch and be reminded of just why we were doing this - her need for a real man’s cock.
When I made my excuses to pop to the shop he was clearly happy that I wasn’t there and that they could get to know each other.
I left and gave them about 30 mins and returned to find them snuggled up on the same side of the booth, both looking very happy with each other.
He popped to the loo. ‘Is it ok if Matty visited us tonight? I really like him!’ And with that she beamed at me. ‘Of course babe, blimey that was fast work. You’re clearly both keen!’ I said and smiled right back.
Matty said he’d be with us by 8. They gave each other a hug and then kissed for a few minutes. But. There was still the matter of my chav lad. I so wanted to see him too.
We were due to meet him at 3pm and we duly arrived at the seafront pub. I was so turned on with what I saw (that look of youth, lean and barely any body hair) and was disappointed at Lola’s reaction. White Nikes, grey adidas, pale, skinny body that would’ve really emphasised his cock that he’d proudly confirmed was a thick 7 inches that stood hard so rigidly that when he was standing, it was practically against his belly button. I was drooling but she was having none of it. ‘He’s too much of a boy, it’s a no from me. You know I like a man’s man.
Probably why I liked him so much! Lola got up to leave when he returned from the loo. ‘I’m sorry lovely, come and see me in ten years’ and gave him a squeeze and a peck on the cheek. He looked as gutted as I was! Never mind.
We cut the date short and made our way home. I felt flat but understood. ‘Right, I need to get ready for my new guy, could you clean my shoes please hunny. The black patent ones please!’ And she disappeared into the en-suite to prepare. I went to follow her in but was told quite plainly that I was to keep out.
My role as cuckold husband had resumed. It made me excited immediately of course. I waited patiently for her to get ready.
She called me in at 7:30 and when I entered the bedroom she was wearing a short black dress, the shoes I’d cleaned, a black lace bra and a black lace thong, both with pink hearts. Her spray tan from the weekend was still looking amazing and she’d done her hair so that it was teased into small curls. She looked hot as fuck.
‘This guy is a lucky bastard, you going to all this effort to please him!’ I thought I was being nice. She looked at me and shook her head, disapprovingly. ‘Well, cucky cuck, if you’d had a proper sized cock in the first place I wouldn’t be inviting fit young guys into our marital bed now would I.’ It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. And I looked at the floor as she admonished me.
‘Oh come on, it’s not all bad, he knows you are desperate to see me get fucked properly and he’s said you’ll get some inclusion. Just be patient tonight. It’s new for him as well as me!’
She walked over to me and looked at me and smiled. ‘Don’t you just wish you could this?’ and laughed.
I fetched her a glass of wine and put some music on. Matty text to say he was just a few minutes away. This bit was always that heightened emotional few moments while we just us two, but knowing that I was about to fully encourage Matty to have my wife in whatever way they decided.
His car pulled onto the drive and I was instructed to open the door. He’d come straight from work and was still in uniform. This made the situation very hot indeed. I shook his hand and showed him into our front room where Lola was stood. ‘Joe, get Matty a drink. But take your time there’s a love…’ and winked at me. Matty grinned at her and I took my cue to leave the room. I closed the door and made my way to the kitchen, straining to hear what was going down.
After around fifteen minutes I returned with a beer for Matty…
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