My wife's married, her pussy's single

We’ve been a cuckold couple for some years now, but in a haphazard way that’s led to both good and bad times. Last weekend it changed. My wife and I had discussed the chance of anything happening but she hadn’t been in the mood so we left it. Instead we had a couple of friends round for a barbie, both female as it happens, not involved in our thing but fully aware of it. I’d had a few too many and went to bed early. Awoke just after midnight to see one of her regulars leaving the house and was instantly consumed by jealousy so asked what was going on. Cleo told me she’d changed her mind and invited him round, he spent an hour or so chatting with our friends before they left and had sex with her on our sofa. Just as I thought that was it she informed me that he hadn’t left but was getting his car as they were going for a drive. Moments later she answered a knock on the door and he came in. “Greet our guest Darling” she told me, so I shook hands with the man that had just fucked spouse. Humiliated.

They left and I retired to the freshly used sofa, annoyed that this had been arranged without my knowledge and that I wasn’t a part of it. I couldn’t sleep because of the painful mixture of jealousy and horniness, so just stressed until her return about an hour later. I waited for Cleo to come and tell me of their activities but she went straight upstairs to bed.
Angst.

A text message woke me up at 8ish. “I have a pie for you!” What’s a cuck to do? Of course my tongue was between her legs in moments, lapping greedily at the taste of stale semen and fresh infidelity. Once she’d orgasmed on my mouth I was given permission to cum instantly emptied over her used pussy. I hate the taste of cum post orgasm but did my duty regardless.

My Darling wife was in the best of moods all day, telling me that he’d taken her hard, twice in the back of his car. She proudly showed me the bruises on her as he’d gripped her to get his cock as deep as possible. Cleo was grinning constantly as she read and sent text messages. Seeing my curiosity she eventually gave me a hug and told me that Ian was now officially her boyfriend and a part of her life and ours. From now on he’d be a regular visitor and companion for her. Of course I congratulated her on the new relationship though the jealousy only got stronger, especially as she denied me any form of release over the next two days. Hurt, humiliation and of course jealousy grew and raged in me before I realised the truth that she loved me but needed Ian for sexual release. I’m finally beginning to accept that I’m fully her cuckold, subservient in sexual matters and need to come to terms with constant frustration and that sweet, painful jealousy. So very happily married to a wife with a single pussy.