Ropes, Cum and Bi Cuckold Ecstasy

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy spilling his guts like this on a forum, but here I am, typing away in the dead of night, my heart pounding just thinking about it all. You see, my life took this wild, twisted turn into the world of bi cuckold stories, and once I dipped my toe in, there was no pulling back.

It started innocently enough—or at least that’s what I tell myself—but it evolved into something raw, erotic, and downright filthy. Bondage, sex, domination, and that intoxicating mix of jealousy and arousal that comes with being a cuckold. Yeah, I’m talking about the real deal, not some watered-down fantasy. This is my story, straight from the trenches, and if you’re into bi cuckold tales like I am now, buckle up because I’m going to lay it all out, no holds barred.

The Beginning – How It All Started

It all began about two years ago when my wife, Nora, and I were hitting that rut in our marriage. We’d been together for eight years, married for five, and the spark had dimmed to a flicker. Nora’s this stunning brunette with curves that could make a saint sin—full breasts that spill out of her bras, an ass that’s firm and round from all those yoga sessions, and legs that go on forever.

Me? I’m your average Joe: mid-thirties, decent build from hitting the gym sporadically, brown hair, blue eyes, nothing spectacular. Our sex life was vanilla as hell—missionary, maybe some doggy if we were feeling adventurous. But deep down, I craved more. I’d been lurking on online forums, reading about cuckold experiences, and one night, after a few beers, I stumbled into the bi cuckold section.

The idea of watching my wife with another man, and maybe even joining in a way that blurred the lines? It lit a fire in me.

I broached the subject with Nora one evening over wine. “What if we spiced things up?” I said, my voice shaky. She raised an eyebrow, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Like what?” she asked. I swallowed hard and confessed my fantasies—the cuckold stuff, the watching, the humiliation that somehow turned me on.

To my surprise, she didn’t freak out. Instead, she leaned in, her hand grazing my thigh. “I’ve thought about it too,” she whispered. “But if we’re doing this, we do it right. And maybe… explore more.” That’s when she mentioned bondage. She’d always had a kinky side, tying me up playfully in the past, but now she wanted to amp it up. Little did I know, this would lead us straight into a bi cuckold adventure that would change everything.

First Time with Swen – The Night That Broke Me Open

We started small. Nora found this app for swingers, and we created a profile together. She was the star, of course—photos of her in lingerie, her lips parted seductively. Messages flooded in, mostly from guys, but a few couples too. One night, she picked a guy named Swen. He was tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and tattoos snaking up his arms. His profile screamed alpha—dominant, experienced in bondage and group play.

Nora showed me his pics, and I felt that familiar twinge: jealousy mixed with excitement. “He’s hot,” she said, biting her lip. “And he says he’s bi-curious. What do you think?” My cock twitched at the thought. Bi cuckold? It was like my fantasies were manifesting. I nodded, my mouth dry. “Let’s do it.”

The night arrived, and we met Swen at an upscale hotel bar downtown. Nora wore a tight black dress that hugged her hips, her cleavage on full display. I was in jeans and a button-up, feeling like the sidekick. Swen shook my hand firmly, his grip strong, and I could smell his cologne—musky, commanding.

We chatted over drinks, the tension building. Nora flirted shamelessly, her hand on his knee, laughing at his jokes. I sat there, sipping my whiskey, my mind racing with cuckold thoughts. Was this really happening?

Back in the room, things escalated fast. Swen took charge, just like we’d discussed. “Strip,” he ordered Nora, his voice low and gravelly. She obeyed, peeling off her dress to reveal lacy red lingerie. Then he turned to me. “You too, cuck.” The word hit me like a slap—cuckold. It stung, but in the best way.

I undressed, my cock already half-hard. Swen pulled out a bag of toys: ropes, cuffs, a blindfold. Bondage was his specialty, he said. He tied Nora’s wrists to the bedposts first, her body arched beautifully, her nipples peaking through the lace. She moaned softly as he teased her, his fingers tracing her thighs.

Then he looked at me. “Your turn.” Before I knew it, he had me in a chair across the room, my arms bound behind my back with soft ropes, my legs spread and tied to the legs of the chair. Bondage like this made me feel exposed, vulnerable—totally at their mercy. My cock stood at attention, throbbing as I watched.

Swen stripped down, his body ripped, his dick huge—thicker and longer than mine. He climbed onto the bed, kissing Nora deeply, his hands roaming her body. She gasped as he ripped off her bra, sucking on her tits, biting her nipples just hard enough to make her squirm.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her eyes locking onto mine. “Watch your wife get fucked, cuck.” Swen grinned, positioning himself between her legs. He slid into her slowly at first, her pussy stretching around him. She cried out, her bound hands tugging at the ropes.

The sight was erotic overload—my wife, in bondage, getting pounded by this stud while I sat helpless, my own cock leaking pre-cum. But then came the bi twist. Swen glanced over at me, his hips thrusting rhythmically. “You like this, don’t you? Watching me own her.” I nodded, breathless.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and walked over to me. “Open up,” he commanded. I hesitated for a second, but the arousal won. I parted my lips, and he pushed his dick into my mouth. The taste—salty, musky, mixed with Nora’s sweetness—was intoxicating.

This was bi cuckold sex at its core: me, the cuckold, sucking the cock that was just inside my wife. Bondage kept me in place as he face-fucked me gently, his hand in my hair. Nora watched, moaning encouragement. “That’s it, baby. Be a good bi cuckold for us.”

He didn’t let me finish him off—not yet. He returned to Nora, fucking her harder now, the bed creaking under their weight. She came first, her body convulsing in the ropes, screaming his name. Then he pulled out again, untied me partially, and positioned me on the bed beside her. “Clean her up,” he said.

I dove between her legs, lapping at her cum-filled pussy, tasting their mixed essences. It was dirty, humiliating, and so fucking hot. While I did that, Swen entered me from behind—my first time with a man. The stretch burned at first, but then pleasure took over. Bondage elements lingered as he held my hips, pounding me while I ate out my wife.

We went on like that for hours—switching positions, exploring every filthy angle of this bi cuckold story. Nora got untied eventually and joined in, riding my face while Swen fucked me, then switching to suck him off together. The sex was raw, primal: sweat-slicked bodies, moans echoing off the walls, the slap of skin on skin.

I came multiple times—once from his cock hitting that spot inside me, another from Nora’s hand jerking me while she whispered cuckold taunts in my ear.

By the end, we were all spent, tangled in sheets. Swen left with a wink, promising more if we wanted. Nora and I lay there, her head on my chest. “That was incredible,” she said. I agreed, but it was just the beginning. That night unlocked something in us—a craving for more bi cuckold adventures, more bondage, more sex that pushed boundaries.

Nicky, the Redhead Domme – When the Game Got Even Dirtier

Fast forward a few months, and we’d made it a regular thing. Nora suggested inviting a woman next time, to balance the bi aspect. Enter Nicky, a fiery redhead we met through the app. She was bisexual, dominant, and loved bondage play. Her profile pics showed her in leather, wielding a crop.

We arranged a meet at our place this time—more intimate, riskier. Nicky arrived in a trench coat, revealing fishnet stockings and a corset underneath. She kissed Nora hello, then eyed me up and down. “So, you’re the cuckold husband?” she purred. I nodded, already hard.

They wasted no time. Nicky took control, binding Nora to our four-poster bed with silk ties, her limbs spread eagle. Then she turned to me: “Kneel.” I dropped to my knees as she cuffed my hands behind my back. Bondage again, heightening everything.

Nicky teased Nora first, her tongue flicking over her clit, fingers delving inside. Nora writhed, begging for more. I watched from the floor, my cock straining. Then Nicky beckoned me over. “Join us, bi boy.” She guided my head between Nora’s legs, making me lick alongside her. Our tongues met, tasting Nora together—it was my first real bi cuckold moment with a woman involved.

But she wasn’t done. She strapped on a dildo—big, black, veined—and fucked Nora senseless, the harness slapping against her thighs. Nora screamed in ecstasy, her bound body arching. Nicky pulled out and turned to me. “Your turn, cuck.” She bent me over the bed, lubing up, and slid in.

The fullness was overwhelming, her hips grinding against my ass. Nora watched, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck my husband,” she moaned. “Make him your bi cuckold slut.”

The night blurred into a haze of sex: Nicky pegging me while I ate Nora out, then switching so Nora rode my face while Nicky face-sat me. Bondage kept popping up: wrists tied, blindfolds on, heightening the senses. We incorporated toys—vibrators, plugs—making it dirtier.

At one point, Nicky had me bound on all fours, fucking me with the strap-on while Nora sucked my cock, her mouth warm and wet. I came down her throat, the humiliation of being used like that sending me over the edge.

Group Nights, Suspension, Outdoor Risks – Pushing Every Limit

We started hosting small parties—inviting select people from the community. One memorable night involved two guys and a girl, all bi. They tied Nora up in intricate shibari bondage—ropes crisscrossing her body, accentuating her curves. I was bound to a chair, watching, helpless, dripping.

Later nights got crazier. Derek, the suspension master—Nora dangling from the ceiling in rope bondage, me rigged up beside her. Him alternating between us, fucking one while the other watched, then switching. Bi cuckold in mid-air, cum dripping, bodies swaying.

Outdoor play in the woods—Nora bound to a tree, me tied nearby, a bi couple taking us under the stars. The risk, the cold air on sweaty skin, the fear of being caught—it made every thrust electric.

Watersports crept in once—with full consent. Nora squatting over my bound body, releasing while I lay there, the warmth and taboo humiliation cranking the cuckold dial to eleven.

Where We Are Now

Our marriage is stronger than ever. The jealousy turned into compersion. The sex keeps evolving—dirtier, more creative, more connected. Bondage is our constant. Toys, role-play, public risks, group play—we’ve done it all.

This is my bi cuckold story. Raw, filthy, real. If you’re reading this and something inside you stirs… maybe it’s your turn to step into the fire.

Thanks for reading all the way through. Feel free to drop your own experiences below.