Dating : My Wife’s Boyfriend Moves in With Us

It sounds awkward but it was actually awesome!

I know that sounds crazy — why would I want my wife’s boyfriend to move in with us?

You have to understand — I love Lexy so much. We are very, very close. I can tell her anything and the same for her.

One night she told me she had a crush on this guy at work. I couldn’t believe how excited that made me. I was like her female friend then, or her gay confidante. “Tell me, tell me,” I gushed.

Just so you know, I’m not gay.

I’m a cuckold.

I was born to be cheated on. I was born very weak. A beta.

What should I do, take a self help course and become assertive and dominant? Tried that, no it didn’t work. When I try to be assertive it just comes out mean.

I became happy when I accepted my beta status, especially with Lexy.

She told me all about her crush and it was like a light coming on in my head — I knew that I didn’t satisfy Lexy emotionally or sexually. And I’d always known that one day this would happen. I was actually looking forward to it.

I had no idea how excited and aroused I would be by it. She told me all about their “work spouse” relationship and how he had confessed his feelings to her.

“You should fuck him,” I said. “You definitely have my permission, if that’s even an issue.”

It was during this conversation that Lexy admitted to me that she cared for me deeply but had never been “in love” with me, not the way she was in love with Ben, this guy from work. She cried and told me how sorry she was.

“No, no!” I said, drying her tears. “This is great news to me! This is what I’ve always wanted — to see you happy, satisfied, sexually and emotionally. This is my dream come true.”

“Aw…” she said, and she told me how sweet I was.

We cuckolds are sweet. We want the best for our gals. We are so generous that way, but don’t worry, it’s very selfish of us, really. Because we get such a thrill from it.

Non-cuckolds don’t really know what a “thrill” is. I’m talking about a real shot of elation, euphoria, bliss, you know. Shockingly exciting.

So I hope that helps you understand. Lexy started dating Ben. She told me everything about their first night together. The kissing, the touching, the undressing, the orgasms. I had never been able to give Lexy an orgasm, not with my dick, my hand, or my mouth. She was capable of making herself come while I was next to her, but that was it.

Ben had made her cum three times that first night, with just his big dick.

“I never knew sex could feel like that,” she sighed to me. “I felt like I was going to explode.”

I did explode, when she told me that. I was pleasuring msyelf, of course, as she narrated, and when she got to that part I just couldn’t contain myself. Boom.

So that’s why I was excited about her boyfriend moving in with us. There was a flood at Ben’s condo. He needed a place to stay for two months while they renovated, my wife told me.

“Of course,” I said. “He can sleep on the pull out couch in my office.”

“Really?” she said. “That’s kind of small, for both of us, you know…”

“Oh, I see.”

She wanted me to give up the bedroom.

“Yeah, that’s no problem. You guys take the bedroom. I’ll take the office.”

I know it sounds humiliating for me, but I wish you could understand. I had followed the relationship so eagerly from the beginning. And this is an important step — moving in together, really coupling up. I was so hopeful that it was going to work out for her, and I wanted to do whatever I could to make it happen, even if it meant moving out of my comfortable bed. That was a small price to pay for the excitement and joy that it was going to bring me.

Ben brought over a backpack the first night. And the two of them fucked like crazy. I could hear them through the adjacent walls. Then the next night he brought over some more stuff. Soon they agreed that he wouldn’t go back to that creepy apartment ever. And that they would sue the landlord for the inconvenience and so on.

It was pretty good living together, the three of us. I really enjoyed watching their casual kissing and touching better than anything. While they were in the living room watching TV, and they would have their legs wrapped around each other. And every once in a while they would stroke each other’s shoulders. And then one morning when Ben had to go early into work I heard her saying, “OK, love you honey.”

It was a deep feeling of bliss. I was finally myself. I know that is hard to understand. I was finally acting like the beta, the second fiddle, that I always felt like inside — there was no longer any of that awkward tension between my insides and my outside. I was completely one with reality.

“You look happy,” my wife said to me that day, after Ben had left.

“I have never been happier,” I said.

“I’m glad,” she said.

And to my great surprise, she came over to where I was standing in the kitchen, and put her arms around me. I thought she was going in for a little friendly hug. But no, she put her mouth on mine and she started kissing me deeply.

“You are a very generous person,” she said. “I always knew that about you. That’s what I love about you.”

“Love?” I said. “I thought you didn’t love me.”

“I was wrong,” she said. “I love you more than you can imagine. For you to let me have this, this thing with Ben. For you to let him move in here. It has really touched me, Josh. You’re an amazing person. Come on.”

She lead me back into the bedroom. And we lay down on the bed together.

“I want to show you my gratitude,” she said.

She pulled my pants down then, and she started sucking my dick. And afterward, she started fucking me, with almost the same crazed abandon that she had fucked Ben. And she even went so far as to get on all fours after and let me fuck her from behind.

“Fuck my ass, Josh,” she said. “I haven’t let Ben in there. I’ll keep that for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said. “You don’t have to do that.”

“No, I want to,” she said. “Fuck it.”

I put my dick into her ass, just a bit. I had done this a few times. But I had never really felt like it was enjoyable for her. But this time, she really got into it.

“Go on,” she said. “Put it all the way in. Fuck the hell out of my ass. Come on!”

I put it in deeper, slowly, gently. She seemed to be shouting out in pain one moment. I stopped.

“No, it’s alright,” she said. “Do it! You hear me! Do it!”

I fucked her deeply. In and out, in and out. Then I came on her back. I didn’t feel like I had the right to come inside her. That seemed like Ben’s domain now, the girlfriend experience and all that. I came on her ass and I collapsed in her arms, in tears of joy and gratitude.

“Thank you, thank you Lexy,” I said. “I’m so grateful to you.”

It was only a few more times that she let me touch her, here and there when Ben was away. Usually it was just me beating off with my head to the wall, listening to her scream as that big cock slammed her.

But there were some times together that were so priceless. For instance, one night they decided to go to the movies to see a film that I had already mentioned I was interested in seeing.

“Do you want to tag along?” my wife asked me.

“Sure,” I said. And I ran and got my coat.

It was so cute. I was in the back seat, kind of like their son. Ben drove his little Prius. He was a good guy. He wanted to save the planet almost as much as he wanted to fuck my wife. I liked him, though, really I did.

I was sitting back there, and he would occasionally reach over and hold her hand as he drove us to the theater.

“You guys want popcorn?” I asked.

They went to their seats and I got a huge tub of popcorn and a couple of enormous Diet Cokes, I knew that was Lexy’s movie drink. I got myself a hot dog. When I entered the dark theatre I looked around for them — and I saw a silhouetted couple making out near the front. It was them. I went and sat down on Ben’s side. I don’t know, I felt like giving Lexy her privacy. They were appreciative of the popcorn.

It was a pretty boring movie. I found my mind wandering, and soon I saw that Ben had sneaked his hand up my wife’s leg. It was going higher, and higher. These two were still so horny for each other. He just couldn’t sit through a 90-minute movie without putting his hands up there. Soon he was fingering her pussy, I could hear her breathing start to become deep and loud. Then I heard her stifle a little moan. She looked over at him and smiled. He had made her cum! What a guy.

I wondered if she would reciprocate. I mean, that did seem to be the right thing to do.

Sure enough, after a couple minutes, I saw her hand reaching over, and unzipping his trousers. She pulled that dick out. The one that was so much bigger than mine. I nervously looked around, to make sure nobody else could see. But our row was empty, and the nearest people were three rows behind us. From their angle they would never see. I watched as she adoringly stroked the shaft of the long thick penis. She skillfully took him to the edge of the cliff. He was starting to moan softly with delight. I saw the penis almost throbbing there in the dark. Then she threw him off the cliff with a few rapid fire jerks, and poof, he spurted on his trouser leg. I happened to have my napkin ready from my hotdog. I handed it to him.

“Thanks,” he said, appreciatively.

He wiped the stuff off his leg. Then he looked at me inquisitively.

“Sure,” I said. “Give it here.”

He handed me back the napkin. I took it and disposed of it in my empty coke cup.

“Thanks,” he said again. “Much appreciated.”

“No problem, buddy,” I said.

It might seem pathetic to you, but I wonder if you’ve ever felt the euphoria I was feeling that night, being so helpful.

It is very cleansing to the soul to serve others. As we left the theater and came out into the city streets, the lights seemed very vivid. The faces on the people we passed seemed so full of life.

And I honestly never felt better.