Told from the perspective of my friend (34M) [based on my experiences with his wife]

Last year my wife (33F) and I (34M) decided to bring one my best friends into our bedroom for MFM play. We’ve had 2 kids and 2 years ago she caught me cheating after looking through my texts and social history. It’s been a long road to getting her trust back, and I can’t say I’ve truly done it yet, but we’re getting there. I had a kink of wanting to be a “bull” and found a couple locally who wanted me to join. Granted, I’m not the “largest” at about 6.5”, but I was bigger than the other husband and more attractive. My wife found out about what I was into and I’m embarrassed to say that the wife in that situation wasn’t that attractive either, but I let some depression, anxiety, substances, and impulses get the best of me.

A little over a year passed after all of that came to light, and one my best friends who is also married heard about my indiscretions and my wife confided some of this info to him directly when they’d drink alone when he’d come visit. Come to find out, he shared a lot of the same fantasies but he’d never spoken to me about them. He did tell my wife about his though and tried to provide some context as to why guys might want to be bulls or why some men are cucks. He mentioned that a lot of hot wives and cucks are looking for a man to be superior in bed, whether by domination, sex appeal, or even things as simple as size differences.

My wife is an artist and had done some live nude drawings recently. My buddy was over and we were all drinking when she made a comment about how small the latest male model was. My friend threw out a comment like “do you think it’d be distracting if the model was well endowed?” And that seemed to spark her intrigue. I later found out that he mentioned to her that he’s well endowed too and that’s one reason why he fantasized about being a Bull. He even went so far as to show my wife pics of his cock when I wasn’t there after she asked to see it, and that got her interested.

A couple months after that conversation, she started to mention the idea of us adding another guy to the bedroom or even a couple for mfm or mfmf. We’d had a girl join us on occasion back right before we got married, but she moved away and has since gotten engaged. I think part of our openness back then to adding to the mix is what got me hooked on the idea and I ultimately went astray.

I said I’d be open to us looking for another guy if it was the right fit, as I wanted my wife to be happy and open up to her more sexual side. We had talked about DP, watched porn together, and it seemed like something we could enjoy. Admittedly, I wanted a couple at least so another woman was involved, but I didn’t feel like I had much of a leg to stand on if the situation ended up just being another guy. Come to find out, she told my friend that she and I were looking and had a profile on Reddit putting out posts seeking MFM or MF4MF. That prompted him to post an anon profile himself and feature his stats and that he was local. Behind my back, they coordinated the two of us to connect on here and then she told me that it seemed like it was his post. My wife and I agreed we’d just confront him and say we knew it was him based on his description and see what he thought about joining us…

He was on board and we decided to do a MFM one night, though his wife didn’t know about it. He came over late one evening and we were all a little nervous. He hadn’t been with us before and given our close relationship, we all had to drink a lot to calm the nerves. We wanted to get started but didn’t really know where to begin. After a few drinks, he suggested that he go take a shower to rinse off and get his mind right and the two of us get started and he’d just come in and join. My wife and I agreed and began making out in the studio apartment above our garage where we decided to give this a try. She took off her top and pants, leaving just her panties on. I stripped naked and we started fooling around. After a couple of minutes, we hear the water from the shower shut off and he walks into the living area right by the bed completely naked. He’s taller than me by a couple of inches, a little more fit, but definitely more well endowed. His cock was hanging low, what seemed to be a good 6” soft. Almost as big as me when hard. My wife’s eyes were fixed on his cock while making out with me and I was already hard. He went and sat down on the bed and we both got up and joined him. The two of them started making out and I went down on my wife to eat her out. She put his hands on his cock and he started to get rock hard, growing to what I’d learn to be somewhere over 8.5 and close to 9” and pretty thick. I think we’re about even on thickness at around 5.5-6”, but he was much longer. She started going down on him while I ate her out and then I started going at her from behind while she sucked his cock. Ultimately, it was his turn and I didn’t finish. She climbed up on top of him with her huge tits in his face and sat on top of his huge cock. I felt so much smaller in that moment as she moaned as he entered her.

“Ughhhh” she cried out. “Really big. Ohhh he’s big.” She said.

“Yeah?” He asked, for confirmation.

“Oh yeah,” she said, as she kept bouncing on his cock. She looked at me as if for approval, and I just kept stroking myself to stay hard, watching as they got comfortable with each other.

He laid her on her back in missionary and put one of her legs on his shoulders. She looked at me. “Oh baby.” She said, looking right at me. “I love you.”

I love you too,” I said. “Does it feel good?”

“So good. Fuuuuck.”

He kept fucking her, slowly. Filling her in every way. I could tell she didn’t want me to feel left out or uncomfortable. She was stroking my cock with her hand as he fucked her.

“Are you ok?” He asked her.

“It’s deep. Really deep,” she said, almost sounding in pain.

“Too deep?” He asked.

“No, no, it’s good. It hurts but it’s good.”

They kept going at it until he flipped her around in doggy and she started to suck my cock. I didn’t feel excluded from the scene, but it was clear that she wanted him the most. She let up from sucking me and started to moan. Her eyes closed, grimacing and moaning. He was deep, I could tell from the way her body was struggling. She put her head down, breathing heavily, until she looked up.

“Ughhh” she let out. She started to essentially bark. “Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhhhhhhh!” She was looking at me, but it seemed to be through me. She looked into my eyes in a state of submission, as if she was gone. My cock was so hard, still covered in her spit. She couldn’t grab it, as she was holding herself up on all fours. I looked up at him as I was stroking my cock, he was looking straight down on her ass, with his hands pulling her into him by her hips. I knew he was filling her up and feeling all of her.

“I…I need a…”

“Hey, stop!” I said. She needed a break, and I was feeling a lot of different ways.

“Ok ok” he said. He pulled out immediately. She took a deep sigh of relief.

“Phew” she breathed heavily. Panting. “It’s a lot.” She laughed. He laughed too. I got a look again at his hard cock, covered in her. She had been creaming, it was obvious. He started to stroke it to stay in the moment.

“I need some water” she said. She got up from the bed and headed over to the nearby sink a few feet away. He started to slowly stroke himself on the bed, but my eyes turned to her as she walked. She was panting heavily, flushed in the face and chest. “You ok?” I asked?

“Yeah,” she gulped some water. “I just need a minute.” It was late, almost 130am, and I knew he was on a timer needing to get home before his wife got suspicious. He got up. “I probably need to go.”

“No!” She said. “Don’t go.”

“It’s late, I’m probably not going to be able to cum. This has been great, it’s just we got a late start.”

“No please. No please don’t go.” She begged.

“I’ve got to go.”

He started reaching for his pants, I heard his belt jingle. She went up to him, naked, tits right there and pressed up to his naked body. She took his hand and started to stroke his softening cock. “Please, just stay.”

He laughed. “I’ve got to go, I’m sorry. We can do this soon again.” He got dressed, kissed her on the forehead, and left. She got back into the bed with me, we made out, and I fucked her hard. I’ll admit she felt looser, but she was so horny she came fast and I did too.

A week later, he came over again. This time, a little earlier in the evening. She sucked him off at first while I was having sex with her from behind, but I could hear him whispering in her ear. She was moaning in affirmation, but I don’t know what he said. Eventually she lifted up from sucking his hard cock and said “I need you inside me.” She flipped around in doggy, and he sat up and spread her cheeks. Again, I was left with my cock right in front of her, and she initially tried to suck me too but had to stop, holding my cock in my hand until she couldn’t focus on it anymore. I remember her saying “he’s so deep. He’s in my stomach. Ahhh. So deep” she moaned. He was changing her before my eyes.

Again, the time lapsed and he had to leave early before either of them came. He popped in the shower to rinse off the sweat and she walked into the bathroom, opening the door and washing him, kissing him, stroking his cock as the warm water rained down on the both of them. I watched as he kissed her and she dropped to her knees, putting his cock in her mouth and trying to position the water away from her eyes. He caressed her head, stroking her hair, and looked down in her eyes looking right up to him. I stood in the doorway, stroking my dick watching the love of my life and mother of my kids gag on my friends long cock. “Use both hands,” he said. She did. She’s never done that for me. Not sure if she could to be honest.

I knew he had to leave, but she was doing what she could to keep him there. He turned off the water and walked into the room, his pants and shirt on the sofa. He sat down after drying off and before he could put them on, she came in and straddled him, as if I wasn’t there at all. His cock got full as they made out, and instead of riding and facing him, she’d started to rub her ass on his hard cock. I was facing her, she kissed me, while putting her hand between her legs and grabbing his cock. She guided him in reverse, spread her legs, and leaned back. Her drenched pussy gaping and engorged clit staring right at me, I saw her start to ride him and face me. I’ll admit this was the hottest scene I could ever imagine. His pulsing cock, so full and long. She bounced up and down and leaned back to kiss him. He grabbed her throat and kissed her back, while her tits bounced and her pussy rode up and down his shaft. I couldn’t help but stroke myself looking at her. She looked right at me as I did. I felt so turned on knowing she was enjoying herself, but I also felt so inadequate knowing she was so desperate for his larger cock. Eventually he finally gave in and had to go. Just before he was heading out the door, pants and clothes on, my naked wife stopped him and turned him around. “Please don’t go.” She said.

“I have to.” He kissed her.

“Please.” She begged, pulling his cock out one more time and hitting her knees, trying to suck him into staying. For the first time, he looked at me, as if to say “bro, I have to go, what am I supposed to do with this.”

“Baby, he needs to go. Let him go, it’s ok.” I said. It was humiliating, but hot all the same.

She stopped. “We can do it again, I promise. I’ve just got to go. It’s too late. I can’t get caught.”

The weeks passed, and I realized they were DMing on here. She raved about his cock. “I prefer your cock.” “It’s amazing how deep you can get.” “You’re the biggest I’ve ever had by far.” “I feel you so so deep in my stomach.” “It’s incredible that your cock is so big.” “It hurts but in a good way.” “You’re so much bigger than he is.” “When we do it, I like sucking his cock and you fucking me because it just feels so different and so much better.” “He knows you’re bigger, it’s obvious. He’s turned on by it though.” These were all quotes I remember from their string of texts. It proved to be a lot for me to handle and I wanted to pump the brakes. I never called him out on texting her behind my back, but things did get awkward and she told him I saw the messages. He apologized, saying he’d never do anything without me being on board, but the messages seemed to say otherwise.

Ultimately, his personal life interfered to such an extent that we couldn’t do it again. It seemed like his messages with her stopped, and my wife and I flirted with the fantasy when we were alone and it turned us both on a lot, until one day I found her toy. She had ordered a 9” dildo and hid it in her dresser. I finally called her out on it, as it had been several months since we had these experiences and she’s never been the one for toys.

“What’s this about?” I asked her one night, as we were about to start watching some porn together. “Did he tell you to get this?”

“Oh no! I just figured it’d be fun for us to play with. We never got to try the double penetration and I figured it’d be fun!” It was so much larger than me in my hand.

I believed her. (Come to find out, he did tell her to get one his size as a way for her to feel fulfilled knowing that he couldn’t do it anytime soon.)

We played with it and she came hard using it with me in her ass. She never held it up to me directly for comparison, but I did. Around this time, she’s also measured me when we were high. 6.5”. Nothing had changed. She loved it. It was so hot to see her so wet and creaming on it, but I couldn’t help but feel like she was thinking of him when she used it. I told her to eventually stop, or that I didn’t want to use it anymore together because I preferred PIV, and so she did. At first she protested, trying to convince me to let it stay in our mix. I started to insist and she agreed. I felt weird getting mad about it, but I also felt like she was hanging on to the thought of him and I didn’t like it. I caught her using it on herself one afternoon after I thought she had thrown it away; and it caused a fight. She was embarrassed and defensive, but agreed she’d get rid of it, or at least I thought she did, until one night…

I woke up at 2am and she wasn’t in the bed. Very strange, but I figured she went to go lay down with one of our sons. I thought nothing of it, but after she didn’t come back to bed as she usually does, I heard to the shower and bathroom fan running down the hall. I got up and opened the door to the guest bathroom. It shocked me.

The room was steam filled, mirrors fogged. She was down on the floor, back to the door. She didn’t hear me, probably due to the running water and fan. She wouldn’t have seen my reflection due to the fog anyway. I cracked the door slowly at first thinking she could’ve been on the toilet needing privacy, so I didn’t make a lot of sound. As I see my naked wife on the ground, I realize what she’s doing.

She had this dildo suction cupped on our tile floor and her knees on the bathmat and a folded towel. Arms down in front of her, riding this silicon cock. Up and down, up and down. Slowly. She was panting mildly. Creaming on it.

“Stop.” I said, impulsively. “What’s going on.”

She sat down on it and turned to me, shocked and the look of being caught. All the while, the toy was deep inside her.

“Please.” She begged. Her face giving a look of despair, as if I was taking something away from her. “Please, just let me finish.”

“Is it really that important to you? What the hell.”

“Please! Just go!” Her voice raising, along with her hips.

“What the fuck.” I said back to her. Her face looked like she was going to cry. She sat back down on it again. And then slowly raised back up, and then slowly back down.

“Please!” She begged. “I need it, I’ll be done soon.” I stood there in disbelief. 230 in the morning. Our son’s sleeping just down the hall. The shower running. Lights on. My wife on her knees, hips spread, straddling this huge toy, me watching as she impulsively begged to ride it, knowing that she wanted the size…she needed it. “This is fucked up.” I said. And shut the door, almost loud enough to be a slam. To my dismay, the water didn’t cut off for another ten minutes. I sat outside the door at first, thinking she’d stop and come talk to me, but as that time went on, I just sat and listened. At first I thought she might’ve been on the phone with him, but there was no talking. As my mind raced and I could hear her, I started to get hard. I impulsively started stroking my cock, cumming within a couple of minutes. I felt pathetic, but oddly turned on knowing she was doing what she wanted, I heard her start to cum softly and almost headed to bed right then but wanted to know if she said anything to someone on the phone. Instead, I heard crying in the bathroom afterwards. I just walked away, feeling even worse knowing that I was shaming her for what she naturally wanted. Big cock.

I turned her into a size queen through my own fantasies that got the best of me. I feel like if I had never cheated on her or sought out my own kinks, she wouldn’t have thought to do this. Instead, I’m now the Cuck. My wife is hiding her desires for huge cock. My best friend is the object of her desire, or at least his cock is, and I don’t know how to handle it. I asked her later about how long she’s been doing this with the toy behind my back and she said for a couple of months. She confessed that she’s made videos of it and filmed them for him, though he never participates on a call or anything like that. I forced her to show them to me, but she deleted all but 2. In one of them, she’s whispering his name as she rides it, telling “him” how big he is, how much bigger he is than me, how full she is and how much she needs it, and how much she worships him. I’m torn, but also so turned on knowing this about her. I feel bad about holding her back