I never planned on any of it. My wife Lisa had been fucking other guys for months, and I knew every detail because she made me watch the pictures and videos she took. One night she came home with a new guy named Marcus, a tall black dude with a thick cock that made mine look small even when I was hard. She stripped me down right in the living room and told me to sit on the floor while she sucked him.
"Look at these," she said, shoving her phone in my face. The pictures were from some site full of real first-time gay cuckold stuff, guys on their knees for the first time while their wives laughed. I stared at the images of a married man gagging on a stranger's dick, cum dripping down his chin, wife holding the camera. My own cock twitched. Lisa noticed.
"You're getting off on that shit," she said, grinning. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face toward Marcus's heavy balls. "Lick them. First time for you, right? Make it good or I'll send pictures of you doing it."
I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over his sack. Salty, musky, nothing like Lisa. Marcus groaned and his cock slapped my cheek, already leaking. Lisa took more pictures, the flash going off while I licked up the shaft for the first time. The head was fat and hot. I hesitated, then wrapped my lips around it because she told me to.
The taste hit me hard, pre-cum thick on my tongue. I sucked like the guys in those non-fiction stories she kept showing me, sloppy and unsure. Marcus pushed deeper and I gagged, spit running down my chin onto the carpet. Lisa kept snapping photos.
"Look how red your face is," she said. "First gay cock and you're already drooling."
She made me stand up and bend over the arm of the couch. Marcus rubbed his wet dick between my cheeks, teasing my hole. I'd never had anything there before. Lisa poured lube on it and told me to push back. The stretch burned when the head popped in. I grunted, eyes watering, while Marcus sank another inch. Lisa filmed the whole thing from behind, capturing my hole stretching around him for the first time.
"Fuck, he's tight," Marcus said, gripping my hips. He started thrusting slow, then harder. Every stroke made my own cock leak onto the couch. Lisa reached under and stroked me while he fucked me, whispering how pathetic I looked taking my first dick. The pictures she took later showed everything: my face twisted, mouth open, cum already starting to drip from my untouched cock.
Marcus pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the floor. He straddled my chest and fed his cock back into my mouth. I tasted my own ass on him and sucked harder, wanting it over but also wanting to see what happened next. Lisa straddled my face backward so I could eat her while Marcus fucked my throat. She came on my tongue, then made me swallow Marcus's load when he groaned and pumped it straight down my throat. Thick ropes, more than I expected, and I swallowed because she said the pictures would look better that way.
After he left, Lisa showed me the set of photos on her phone. Me on my knees, lips stretched, eyes watering. Me bent over, hole gaping. Close-ups of cum on my tongue. She posted a couple on that same site with the caption "Husband's first time gay cuckold." The comments poured in from other guys who had done the same, wives forcing the first taste.
The next weekend she brought Marcus back. This time she made me beg for it out loud while she recorded. "Please fuck my ass again," I said, face burning. He did, harder than before, while Lisa sat on the couch and played with herself, taking more pictures. I came without touching myself, shooting across my own stomach while he pounded me. She captured that too and added it to the collection.
We kept going for weeks. Every time she found new non-fiction stories online about married men losing their anal and oral virginity to their wives' bulls. She'd read them to me while I sucked Marcus or while he stretched me open. The pictures she took became part of our routine. She'd spread them on the bed and make me look at them while she rode my face or while Marcus used my mouth. I stopped pretending I hated it. My cock stayed hard the whole time now.
One night she had two guys over. Marcus and another friend. She made me get on all fours and take turns. First Marcus in my ass, then the other guy in my mouth. They switched, filling both holes at once while Lisa took pictures from every angle. I came twice that night, once from being fucked and again when Marcus made me lick his load out of her pussy afterward.
The stories and pictures never stopped. Lisa kept finding more real accounts from guys like me who started as straight cuckolds and ended up craving cock. She printed some of the best ones and left them on the nightstand. I'd read them before bed while she stroked me, then she'd bring Marcus over again so I could live out the next chapter.
It became normal. Me on my knees in our living room, taking dick for the first time all over again every weekend, Lisa documenting every messy, filthy detail. The non-fiction stories online started to feel like they were written about us. And the pictures she took kept getting dirtier, showing exactly how far a married man could fall when his wife decided he needed his first real taste of gay sex.
