Personally, for me, the hardest part of adjusting to our new lifestyle was not initially realized in the very beginning. We had experimented and become comfortable with my wife's desire to share her girlfriends with me and we fantasized about her taking on a lover. I would not have called my wife a slut at the time, but she was very open-minded, was very sexual, and with the exception of some of her body image issues was always usually ready and willing to be sexual. We had hooked up with a male acquaintance at a local bar, he had acquired a room at a nearby hotel. Our older ...... was babysitting our younger children, I went back to check on them as my wife and her guy went to the hotel. When I joined them, they had beer chilling in the sink, her guy was naked, and she was topless wearing only her panties. We had a moment alone in the bathroom and she asked if I was ready for this, if this was a good decision for us. I remember kissing her passionately as a sign it was...I had been hard most of the night fantasizing about watching my wife, as she had watched me with her girlfriends. My hand fell to the front of her panties, they were drenched. I knelt down and pulled them down to her ankles, her bush was so wet, I was so turned on. I pressed my face into her bush and licked her as yet, unshared pussy. We walked out and she joined him on the bed. He was far bigger than I was, his cock looked powerful. I watched as she stoked it, then took it in her mouth. She loved sucking cock, but I didn't remember her sucking mine with such passion.
I remember thinking, in the past with her girlfriends, she just watched until the end when she would join us. I decided, no matter how badly I wanted to jump in the bed and make this a threesome, I was just gonna watch her. I respected her desire to have another cock fuck her without interference. I watched as he fucked her hard and she begged to be fucked harder. It was so arousing and hot, I had never experienced anything so incredibly arousing. I remember having a few moments of envy, and bitterness towards "the guy"...after all, he was fucking my wife and had literally no regard for me...but those feelings disappeared as she came once, and then again, and again. Her passion had been released and she was lost in her world of getting fucked by another man as her husband looked on. Her orgasms were pulling her to another place where she would do anything...a state of being I had never seen in her. It was exciting but worrisome...
We went home that night, she asked if I would shower with her. She was quiet, his cum had oozed from her and stained her panties. Ironically she didn't hold that as a badge of being a slut, but she seemed embarrassed by it, I took them off her and showed her the gusset. She grabbed them and put them in the hamper.
I was still hard from a long night of watching my bride fuck another man. She leaned against the shower wall and asked me to fuck her. I took all my anger and jealousy out on her well fucked, cum filled pussy. We both bathed each other, washing away the sins of the evening.
It wasn't until weeks later that she would disappear in the afternoon. My oldest ...... became suspicious and started asking questions. She would lie about what and where she was, which was not the girl I married. It was obvious she was cheating on me, but at this point, I was severely torn between relishing in watching the woman I married become the most sexually hungry slut and or from my perspective, being willing to lose it all. I had become her cuckold and that allowed me to go on. I was proud of the girl who overcame her body issues and was making decisions more independently, but I was worrying she unlike me, couldn't keep sex and love from intermingling and poisoning our marriage. That became my struggle.