I am slowly wanting to become a Cuckold for my wife. (She has no clue yet!)I wear her panties...because I feel I am not a man anymore. I have sucked...a mans cock. When I got her larger dildo, I bought some butt plugs for me. I now fuck myself once a week.But in reality...we just do what we have to do to get her off then I masturbate myself while she fucks herself silly with the cock. I have come to love watching that big cock slide in and out of her hot cunt. Watching her arch her back in. She had brought my big Yetti cooler in and filled it with ice and beer. Everything was ready for my friends to arrive when she said I need to go shower and get dressed. She then kissed my cheek and went into our bedroom and closed the door. I grabbed a cold beer and changed the channel to the game. I thought of something I wanted to ask my wife but when I tried the door to our room I found it locked. I thought well OK she doesn't want to be bothered. Right on time my buddies started arriving, I. Helen obliged her."Here. I made you a drink," said Sylvia, indicating two tumblers of rum and coke on the coffee table."I'd better not, Sylvia," Helen told her. "Kyle is home from college and he's got a bunch of friends coming over. I don't want him smelling booze on my breath." Well," said Sylvia. "I'm going to need one if I'm going to get through this. And you might need one too."She picked up her glass and gulped it."I've just got to come out and say it, don't I?" she said. "Helen, Robert. With expert strokes she slowly shaved every inch of my groin, thighs and midriff.Kelly moved away and Gill stepped in front of me, releasing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She did the same with her knickers. She pulled my legs together and with great ease, jumped on to my legs. Her breasts were magnificent under her bra but now I could feel them, they were the most wonderful pair I have ever had the pleasure of playing with.Kelly wasn’t done either. She reappeared before Gill and.