My Wife Made Me a Cumlover

by Hairyfitman This is true and happened when I was an undergraduate in college. Age 25. I feel this encompasses a time when I developed a fetish for cum, fascination with other men’s cocks, voyeurism, and fucking. I choose to submit it in the Male Fuck Stories although it involves my then wife. My wife and I were both in college and had been separated for about a month for various reasons. I moved out and was living on campus. I had a feeling that she had taken up with a waiter where she worked part-time. We had been talking congenially and seeing each other on campus, but neither of us really wanted to get back together at this point. She still lived in the cottage on forty acres where we both had lived. One evening I decided to surprise here with some chocolate and a video–or just leave it for her if she wasn’t home. As I was going up to the cottage I saw from the clearing about halfway there that there was another car parked at the house. My suspicions rose with my adrenaline. I pulled off and parked on the side of the private drive a ways from the cottage. I sneaked up to the house. It was dark out and with being in the middle of redwood trees, we had never felt the need to close blinds or curtains and, in fact, some windows had no coverings. I could see into the living room and there she was with the waiter drinking wine. I watched and waited a long time before finally he pulled her over to kiss her. It was an odd feeling of excitement and jealousy. I was captivated though. I watched them make out and start to shed their clothes. There was candlelight and a low lamp on making it easy to see everything. He began to eat her out with her spread legged on the couch and he with his knees on the floor. He had his briefs still on with a huge erection straining through. He is no less than 6' 2", sinewy. For the record, I’m 6' and stocky build with no fat, hairy. He stood and she pulled his underwear down. He was very hung and hard, with a big dripping head. I’m 7" and he looked a good 8" and very thick–another pang of jealousy hit. She held his balls and began sucking him–she was never very good at this. He pulled away after a short time, he bent her back over the arm of the sofa and entered her. I had a view of his nice hairy ass pumping in and out. I could hear her moaning loudly and from experience knew she was beginning to orgasm. He went faster and I could hear his balls slapping her ass as he pumped. I had my dick out and was close to cumming myself. He clenched, groaned in a low voice, and came, I saw it seep out of her slit. I left my spunk in the dirt and hightailed it back to the car. I jacked off at the thought of him fucking my wife, pumping her full of his cum, numerous nights following. That following weekend she came over to visit me. We chit chatted and drank wine. I was feeling angry, jealous, and turned on at the thoughts that came up with her being in my presence. She kept asking what was wrong with me–I wasn’t myself. I thought, “what the fuck, what’s the worst that could happen at this point?” I told her everything about seeing her and the waiter. She initially freaked, then frankly started to explain herself somewhat bitterly–to hurt me out of being embarrassed. She settled down and the conversation led to discussing the sex she had with him. I kept asking about what it was like being fucked by him and etc. We both ended up turned-on, I had a hard-on in my pants with a wet precum spot. I pulled my dick out and started to jack it while she told me how big he was, how big his balls are, how he tried to fuck her in the ass, and how he once pissed inside of her while she was sitting on the toilet. I ended up fucking her while she continued telling me how good his cock felt. She could feel his cumming inside. How it dripped out in huge gobs when he pulled out. And how good it really felt with his balls slapping against her. After a week or so this open fascination and dialog with her led to a plan. I went with her to the cottage and we rigged the bedroom closet and cleared it for me to comfortably sit and watch through a crack that we made in the door. As planned with sufficient candlelight and jazz playing, he showed up and eventually I watched them fuck again–with her positioning with creative angles and positions for my viewing. She eventually lost herself into her orgasms and I heard him talk nasty to her as he came inside her. After resting a little bit, she told him she had to return a message to her friend who was having an emotional crisis. She faked a call and conversation on the bedside phone and reported to waiter that he had to go because her friend needed to come over and be with her. He left and I immediately jumped on the bed and spread her legs and began eating the waiter’s cum out of her pussy. This was my first taste of man cum. Salty and sweet and lots of it. I kept it in my mouth and moved up on her kissing her with the cum in my beard and mouth and began fucking her used hole. Pumping her hard and eventually adding my cum to the mix. We did this one other time. We eventually divorced but remained friends. I now still date women, I eat my own cum, I like to jack off with guys–usually in the sauna at my gym. And occasionally have sucked some cock through a gloryhole on campus that I found . . .