Living Out My Role as the Perfect Cuckold for My Wife

I glanced at my wife, Dr. Emily Carter, who was lounging on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she set the glass down and stood up gracefully. “That’s them,” she whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.

I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach as I adjusted my collar, trying to steady my breathing. This wasn’t the first time we had done this, but the thrill never dulled. Emily walked over to me, her fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “Remember, you’re here to assist,” she said softly, her breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, swallowing hard. My role was clear: I was to be her willing cuckold, helping to sexually calibrate each newcomer while she watched, and sometimes joined. It was a strange dynamic, one that had redefined our relationship in ways I never imagined.

The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Emily gave me a reassuring smile before moving to open the door. Standing there was a young man, probably in his late twenties, with an anxious expression. He looked around nervously as Emily greeted him warmly.

[“Welcome, come in,”](https://www.redquill.net/story/n6s0en-my-wifes-secret-sex-life-our-forbidden-desires-unleashed?utm_source=reddit&utm_id=breakingcanon) she said, stepping aside to let him enter. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his eyes darting between Emily and me. “This is my husband, Jack. He’ll be assisting us tonight.”

The man nodded, still looking uncertain. Emily led him into the living room, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my role settle over me. Emily turned to me, her eyes full of promise. “Why don’t you start by getting him comfortable?” she suggested, her tone light but commanding.

I moved to sit beside the man, offering a small smile to ease his tension. “How about we start with some light touch? Just to get you relaxed,” I suggested, reaching out to gently place my hand on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. Encouraged, I began to massage his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly melt away under my fingers.

Emily watched from a few feet away, her gaze attentive. “Let’s try something different,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you both lie down on the floor?”

Confused but trusting, I complied, lying down on my back. The man followed suit, lying beside me. Emily knelt down between us, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Jack, why don’t you show him how it’s done?” she said, her voice low and sultry.

My heart raced as I understood what she meant. With shaky hands, I reached down to undo my pants, pulling them down just enough to expose myself. The man beside me watched intently, his curiosity piqued. I took a deep breath and reached out to guide his hand towards my erection. “Just follow my lead,” I murmured, hoping he would understand.

His fingers were hesitant at first, but soon they gripped me firmly, stroking in rhythm. The sensation was electric, made even more intense by the knowledge that Emily was watching every move. I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure, when I felt another hand join the mix.

Opening my eyes, I saw Emily leaning over us, her hand now guiding the man’s strokes. “Good,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine. “Now, let’s see if you can take it a step further.”

Before I could fully process her words, she moved closer, positioning herself above me. “Open your mouth, Jack,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, feeling her soft hands cup my head, guiding me to take her nipple into my mouth.

The combination of her soft breast and the firm strokes from the man had me spiraling into ecstasy. I could hear Emily’s soft moans mingling with the sound of skin against skin. “You’re doing great,” she whispered, her other hand now teasing the man’s erection.

As the sensations intensified, I felt a new urgency building within me. Emily seemed to sense it too, her movements becoming more deliberate. “Let’s change things up a bit,” she said, her voice thick with desire. She pulled away from my mouth, leaving me momentarily bereft. “Jack, why don’t you show him something special?”

I swallowed, understanding dawning on me. This was uncharted territory, even for us. But the hunger in Emily’s eyes told me I had no choice. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed the man, my voice trembling slightly. He hesitated but did as I asked, stripping down quickly.

Emily’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched us. “Now, Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Show him how you like it.”

I felt a rush of adrenaline, a mixture of fear and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I positioned myself behind the man, my hands shaking as I lined myself up. “It might hurt a little at first,” I warned him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He nodded, bracing himself. With a final glance at Emily, who was watching with rapt attention, I pushed forward, feeling the tight resistance give way. The man gasped, his body tensing as I entered him. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust, my own breath coming in ragged gasps.

Emily’s voice broke the silence, filled with encouragement. “That’s it, Jack. Move slowly at first. Let him feel every inch.”

I obeyed, rocking gently into him, feeling the muscles clenching around me. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. The man beneath me groaned, his hands gripping the floorboards as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“Good,” Emily praised, her eyes dark with desire. “Now, let’s see how far you can go.”

Encouraged by her words, I began to increase the pace, thrusting deeper with each movement. The man’s groans grew louder, mingling with Emily’s soft encouragements. My own pleasure built steadily, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

Just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Emily leaned down, her lips brushing against the man’s ear. “Do you like that?” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

He responded with a strangled moan, his hips rising to meet my thrusts. Emily’s hand snaked between us, her fingers deftly manipulating the man’s erection. The sight of her touching him, coupled with the overwhelming sensations, sent me spiraling over the edge.

“Emily,” I gasped, my voice raw with need. “I’m…”

“Shh,” she soothed, her eyes never leaving mine. “Let it out, Jack. Let him feel it.”

With a final, desperate thrust, I came, my release flooding into him. The man beneath me shuddered, his own climax washing over him moments later. We both lay there, panting, spent and satisfied.

Emily smiled, her eyes bright with triumph. “Perfect,” she said, her voice filled with approval. “You’ve both done wonderfully.”

As I tried to catch my breath, I felt a strange sense of pride. This was our life now, a strange, twisted dance of desire and submission. And as Emily leaned down to kiss me, I knew there was no turning back.

The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. I lay there, my body still tingling from the intensity of our shared climax, when the newcomer spoke up.

“That was... incredible,” he said, his voice shaky but sincere. “But there’s something you should know.”

Emily and I both turned to him, our curiosity piqued. He sat up slowly, adjusting himself as he did so. His eyes were locked on mine, a mix of guilt and determination in their depths.

“I’m not just here for therapy,” he confessed. “I’m a journalist.”

My heart skipped a beat. A journalist? Here to expose Emily’s unconventional methods? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that accompanied it. This was dangerous territory, yet I felt an inexplicable pull towards it.

“Go on,” Emily urged, her voice calm and steady. She didn’t seem surprised, which only heightened my own curiosity. What had she expected? What did she know that I didn’t?

“I’ve been investigating alternative therapeutic practices,” he continued, his eyes darting between us. “And your methods... they’re unconventional, to say the least. I wanted to experience it firsthand before I wrote about it.”

Emily nodded, her expression thoughtful. “And what have you discovered?”

He hesitated, glancing at me before looking back at Emily. “That it’s more than just sex. There’s a connection, a bond that forms between participants. It’s... powerful.”

“Yes, it is,” Emily agreed, her gaze shifting to me. “And Jack here is the key to it all. He’s our anchor, our guide through these experiences.”

Feeling the weight of her words, I shifted uncomfortably. The realization that I was at the center of this elaborate experiment both excited and intimidated me. But before I could respond, Emily turned back to the journalist.

“So, what now?” she asked, her tone almost challenging. “Are you going to expose us?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. No, I don’t want to do that.” His voice was earnest, his expression pleading. “I want to understand more. I want to see where this can go.”

Emily smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart race. “Then perhaps we can offer you another session,” she suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A more... intense one.”

The journalist swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Yes, please.”

Emily turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine. “Jack, dear, would you prepare him?”

I felt a rush of heat course through me at her request. Preparing him meant more than just getting him ready; it meant taking control, guiding him through the process, and most importantly, showing him how far I was willing to go.

“Of course,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I moved closer to him, my hands shaking slightly as I reached out to touch him. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I could feel his pulse quickening in response to my touch.

“Relax,” I whispered, my lips close to his ear. “This will be different, but you’ll enjoy it.”

He nodded again, his trust in me palpable. I guided him to lie down on the bed, positioning him exactly as Emily had instructed. She watched us closely, her eyes never leaving mine, as if she could sense the growing tension within me.

“Take your time, Jack,” she said softly. “Let him feel every moment.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was new territory for me, pushing beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone. But there was no turning back now. I needed to show him—and Emily—just how far I was willing to go.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded, my voice firm but gentle. He obeyed without hesitation, his thighs parting to reveal his vulnerable state. My heart pounded in my chest as I positioned myself between them, my hand hovering over his entrance.

“You ready for this?” I asked, my voice low and intense.

“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes closed and his face a mask of concentration.

I nodded, giving him one last moment to prepare. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I applied the lubricant, the cool liquid spreading over his skin with a slick, sensual sound. His body tensed at the sensation, but he remained still, trusting me to guide him.

“Good boy,” I murmured, my fingers teasing around his entrance. “Just like that.”

Emily watched approvingly, her presence both a comfort and a pressure. I knew she was evaluating my performance, but more than that, she was testing my limits. How far could I push myself? How much could I handle?

“Go ahead, Jack,” she encouraged, her voice a soft purr. “Show him what you’re capable of.”

Taking a deep breath, I began to slide my finger into him, feeling the tight resistance yield under my touch. His gasp was music to my ears, the sound of his pleasure driving me forward. I added a second finger, then a third, stretching him gently but firmly, ensuring he was ready for what came next.

“Now,” Emily said, her voice cutting through the haze of lust and anticipation. “Take him fully, Jack. Claim him.”

I shuddered at her words, the command ringing in my ears. Claim him. The thought sent a jolt of desire through me, making me harder than ever. I pulled my fingers free, lining myself up with his entrance, my tip pressing against his opening.

“Are you sure?” I asked, needing to hear him confirm his readiness.

He nodded, his eyes wide and filled with trust. “Fuck me, Jack.”

With a growl of approval, I thrust forward, sinking into him in one smooth motion. His body clenched around me, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. We both groaned in unison, our bodies merging in a symphony of pleasure and pain.

“Oh God,” he breathed, his nails digging into the sheets. “So good...”

I began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust was met with a counter-thrust from him, our bodies creating a rhythm that was both primal and hypnotic. Emily watched, her eyes dark with arousal, her hands resting on her hips as she observed our dance.

“Harder, Jack,” she urged, her voice dripping with need. “Push him further.”

I complied, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. He cried out, his voice a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his body arching off the bed as I claimed him deeper. The sensation was electric, my nerves singing with each movement, each climax closer than the last.

“Fuck, yes!