So Chell’s been enjoying the cuckold world for about eight weeks now, with her new fuck buddy Jay from the gym — and by the sounds of it, his mates as well. Unlike our previous lifestyle where she was definitely a hotwife, she’s gone so quiet now. I’ve already updated on how that developed. This is more specifically about an event last weekend.

I had to go away for a stag do 🍺🍺 up to Manchester and was away Friday night, returning Sunday. In the past when I’ve been away, I’ve helped organise sessions with her original group of fuck buddies. However, this time things were different.

Earlier in the week while I was away working, she had Jay round the house and didn’t hide it. I saw him turn up on the Ring camera and leave 40 minutes later. When I got home on Thursday evening after work, Chell had that usual post-sex glow around her — very distinctive.

When I quizzed her about whether she had anything planned over the weekend, she just said she’d be chilling at home, might go to the gym, or she might entertain, then turned around and walked off. I left it at that and didn’t push her any further.

Friday came around and nothing eventful happened. I finished work, came home, showered, had dinner with Chell, and headed off about 6 o’clock with the plan of meeting the guys in Manchester around eight or nine.

On previous trips away, when we would jointly organise a get-together with her original fuck buddies, we’d make sure the Ring cameras were positioned so I could watch the action even while away and enjoy it with her. This time, as I looked around the kitchen, I noticed the cover on the camera mounted in the corner had been closed — which was unusual. It had never been closed in all the time we’ve had it. I knew at that point something was planned.

Friday night went off without a hitch. I had a great night with the lads in Manchester ahead of Saturday’s activities. Apart from Chell nipping out to the shops, nothing else seemed to happen.

Things changed on Saturday evening during our usual conversations. She’d been to Tesco to do the shopping, come home, and got sorted. When I asked if she was up to anything that evening, she simply replied, “Might entertain some friends.”

I knew exactly what that meant — Jay and his mates were going to be servicing her.

We finished our daytime activities and it was around 8 o’clock at night when my phone buzzed with a Ring notification. Two cars were pulling up on the drive. I recognised Jay’s big Mercedes straight away — it had been round the house a few times before. I didn’t recognise the other car, a silver Audi. Three guys got out of one car and two others got out of the second. All of them looked like gym-goers — thick-set and muscular. There was even one Black guy in the group. Frustrated that I hadn’t been told about this, I was also secretly super excited. Five guys were about to entertain my wife, and I was hoping the rumours about Black guys were true.

Sure enough, they all bundled into the house. I had no idea what went on for the rest of the evening. Around 10 pm the Ring camera went off again and they all trickled out. The two guys from the silver Audi left first, closely followed by another two. There was a pause before Jay stepped out onto the steps. He turned around to mutter something to Chell. As he did, she came into shot wearing a grey dressing gown and leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye.

At this point I realised she had left only the front door Ring camera active. When I checked the system, all the others had been deactivated. No one had been out the back to the hot tub either, so whatever happened was all inside the house.

I carried on with my night until about 2 o’clock in the morning before heading back to the hotel. I sent Chell a goodnight message but got no response.

Next morning I was up at about 8, enjoyed a full English breakfast, and set off for home. I sent Chell a morning message and another saying I was on my way. The drive took just over two hours. About 20 minutes from home I finally got a reply from her saying she was just nipping out to the shops. Nothing unusual — but now I know why.

Just as I pulled up on the drive, I got another message: “Really sorry babe, I forgot to tidy up after my little get-together with friends. Could you be a darling and just clean up? I’ll be home soon xxxxxx.”

I went inside and at first nothing unusual jumped out. In the lounge there were a few glasses, a bottle of wine, and a couple of empty beer cans. In the kitchen there were more empty beer cans. It was when I was picking up glasses from the side table in the lounge that I noticed condom wrappers — and inside one of the glasses, a used condom. I emptied the glasses into the bin and, as I did, spotted a bottle of lube in there too. It was pretty much empty and wasn’t one from our house, so they must have brought it.

With growing intrigue and excitement, I headed upstairs. Near the laundry basket were two towels and Chell’s red lacy crotchless teddy that she must have worn. As I picked up the towels I could feel they were really wet. When I opened them, the overwhelming stink of cum hit me. They were so soaked I could only assume the guys had made her squirt a lot.

When I entered the bedroom, she had made the bed, but on her dressing table were another bottle of lube, our anal beads, and our big 9-inch realistic dildo. The beads were still slimy — clearly they’d been used anally. The dildo was the same. I pulled back the duvet and on my side of the bed was a big, still-damp stain that had soaked through a towel. There were more condom wrappers, one used condom with a load in it that hadn’t been tied off, and two empty ones. It looked like some of them had pulled out and finished bareback inside her. She must have had one hell of a night.

I finished tidying up, then started emptying my bag into the dirty laundry. When I opened the wardrobe to hang up some bits I hadn’t worn, a tripod was staring me straight in the face — the one Chell normally uses at the gym with the phone holder on top. Whatever happened last night had clearly been recorded.

Chell arrived home about 20 minutes later. We exchanged a hug and a kiss. I even asked if she’d had a good night with her friends. She just replied, “Yes, it was lovely,” very nonchalantly, and thanked me for tidying up.

That was it. Nothing more was said. She dismissed it as something in the past and didn’t want to discuss it. I didn’t bring up the tripod I’d found in the wardrobe or the fact that someone now has photos or a recording of the night. We just carried on with the rest of our Sunday as normal.