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After my wife had "been with", that is, "fucked", another guy (due largely to MY persistant encouragement!), and once we had both discovered that this was by no means the end of our marriage, such things began to occur with increasing frequency! I didn't regard my wife as a whore, as some might suggest she had become, because even though I had become a "cuckold", it had occured as a conscious, and deliberate choice, for us both!

All this occured because I had come out to my wife several years earlier as bisexual. That occured soon after she had found a book of gay erotica I had bought, and read, and then left out one day by accident! This was the pebble that began an emotional landslide for us as a married couple, and it was an on-going, and sometimes slow-moving, landslide for us for quite some time!

The landslide motif is an accurate one. Afterall, I had known all along that if my wife did decide to go ahead and fuck another guy (which I was eager for her to do!), that our relationship, though not necessarily destroyed, per se, it would be forever altered; and this is exactly what occured!

As I woke up the morning after my wife had fucked Duane(a handsome black guy ten years younger than either of us)for the first time, I knew that nothing would ever be the same between her and I again. Our marriage had been altered. We had both stepped across a threshold, and neither of us could ever cross back over! I admit to feeling a momentary taste of panic. I would be a liar if I said I hadn't. I layed next to her in the still darkness of the pre-dawn hours, not moving; just thinking about what had happened the night before.

Perhaps it had to do with just waking up, but for a moment, as I replayed the sight of Duane putting his hands on my wife's exposed breasts, and of him kissing her nipples, and sucking on them till they responded to that by standing out like dark pink gun drops, it ALMOST seemed like a dream, a fantasy. I said 'almost', because that had not been a dream, at all!

In my minds eye, I replayed the entire evening. First, there had been the restaurant the three of us had gone to. An expensive one neither of us had ever gone to before. Seeing my wife and Duane together at the table talking and laughing easily as the waitress came and went over the next hour, or so, had been incredibly exciting for me. I was witnessing my wife flirting with another man, and, instead of being upset or angry with her for that, I had gotten a boner in my slacks!

I especially remembered the look on Duane's face as my wife and he talked. He was eager to fuck her. I could see that clearly. I also remember the way he would look over at me occassionally. He seemed to be faintly amused. Was he amused at me? Had he thought of me as a fool? An idiot? A dumbass? Sometimes, I could have almost said that he was thinking of me in that way; and yet, for some inexplicable reason, I didn't care!

Was I being a fool for, literally, offering my wife to him? Probably I was, and yet, I was operating under a, kind of, fever about all that. I had encouraged my wife to do this, and as the three of sat there together in the dim candle light and dark furnishings, sipping our wine,chatting, it's almost impossible to describe the complex group of feelings that were whirling around inside my mind! I had fantasized about moments like this one for years, and there it was, an emerging reality right before my very eyes!

Waking up the next morning, my wife next to me in our bed, I recalled the sight of Duane and her together, he on top, as my wife laid there on her back, legs spread far apart, with Duane's long black cock sliding in and out of her pussy. That had certainly NOT been a dream!

I could hear my wife's breathing and knew she was still asl**p. Earlier, she had been moaning with the intensity that Duane had fucked her. I remembered the sound of her wetness, as well as the unmistakable aroma of her filling the air between she and Duane, as well as myself!

I remembered the moment Duane finally came, and seeing him slowly withdraw his georgeous black cock(still hard, and still covered with my wife's pussy juices). I remembered seeing his pearly-colored sperm slowly oozing out from inside her, and the way it dripped down to the crack of her ass: A large, whitish streamer, filled with Duane's viable sperm! What an incredible sight that had proven to be!

What I remembered most, however, was how my wife had so enjoyed fucking Duane in return! That was the Rubicon we had stepped over as a married couple that could now never be recrossed! What had been done was done. It would be an undeniable fact between us as couple for as long as we lived. As that thought asserted itself into my waking brain, I did not feel afraid. I did not regret having encouraged her to do it. No. I felt none of that. What I felt, was an unmistakable sense of excitement! In one way, we had just thrown away our previous marriage(!), and yet, we hadn't thrown away marriage, as such. What we had done was to throw away our former marriage, and taken up a very different sort of marriage! Nothing would ever be the same again.

Later on that day, my wife and I talked about what had occured the night before; and we both had no, actual, regrets! My wife admitted that she had enjoyed Duane. I was glad to hear that, curiously enough, and I told her so! She was relieved. I asked her if she would ever want to do that again sometime. She said that she was glad that I asked that, because she was! That was how it all began. Duane made many visits to our home after that, and I found it incredibly exhilerating to watch my wife and he fuck one another! I became a generous cuckold!


I wanted my wife to fuck other men out of a sense of fairness to her. Afterall, I had come out to her that I was bisexual! Also, she had generously allowed me to conduct several "discreet" liasions with other men, and so, I felt that she herself should have the option of doing so, as well!

It was my wife that suggested that she bring home a guy for ME sometime! For my 60th, she brought home with her another black man, by the name of Dennis. He was an aquaintance of Duanes, she said. He didn't regard himself as a Queer, but bi, and he had no objections to partying as a threesome!

For the first time, I had the incredible experience of tasting my wife's pussy on another man's cock! It proved to be a very heady experience (excuse the pun)!

On the evening of my 60th birthday, after Dennis and my wife had fucked one another for some time, I got to have his cum! I'll never forget that for as long as I live! I loved the aroma, as well as the taste(!)of HER, on HIS cock as I put my mouth around the lighter brown of his circumsized glans and began eagerly sucking on it! Moments earlier, it had been DEEPLY buried inside my wife, and now, I was about to swallow his cum!

When he did come, I felt it spurting against the back of my throat, in big, thick globs. I swallowed every last drop of it in rapid, eager gulps!
The look on my wife's face was one of delight and slightly dewildered fascination!

"Happy birthday!" She said, smiling broadly.

She wasn't the least bit angry. I could tell. I knew her well enough to have known if she wasn't pleased. She gave me a kiss. Her tounge darted into my mouth, and I knew that she could taste Dennis' sperm. That seemed to excite her all the more, and we both kissed very passionately! Dennis seemed slightly bemused by all this, but not in a bad way.

Anyway, THAT was my 60th birthday "gift" from my wife! Will I get that again next year? I certainly hope so. I asked her if that was a possibility, and she smiled and said that that all depended upon whether I was "good", or not! I'll have to try and be worthy of that over the next 365 days!