Life this week has overall been pretty normal. My wife’s seen her boyfriend a few times as usual, which happens in the late afternoon so we end up getting home at almost the same time—unless I have to work late. We went on a nice bike ride down the beach, got home kind of late, had a shower, and a nice quickie before bed. After, my wife was sitting Indian-style on the bed, completely naked and touching and looking at her pussy.
When she caught me looking, she just said, “My pussy’s not so small anymore is it?”
That caught me by surprise. Was this like a woman asking her husband if he thought she was fat? She didn’t seem to be too emotional about the statement, just basically stating it like it was fact.
When I didn’t answer right away she said, “It used to be more closed up, my lips used to be smaller. Now I think it’s bigger, and my lips are fatter.”
“It looks the same to me,” I told her, “but with as much sex as you’ve been having lately, and with a boyfriend being as big as a baseball bat, it doesn’t really have much time to, you know, rest.”
She snorted a laugh, “Maybe that’s it yeah. Does it bother you?”
“No,” I said more confidently, “It feels and looks the same to me—unless you’re fresh from being with Wade, then, well, yeah—there’s a difference.”
“Liquid velvet?” she said questioningly, using a phrase I’d told her about in the past.
I nodded, “Exactly, soft, smooth, perfection…”
“Your infatuation with me having a loose pussy is still one that surprises me. It goes against everything we women think,” my wife turned slightly to look at me, “You have to understand, women can be merciless towards each other, and taunting a woman about her fanny is always popular.”
“Maybe back in school, but I doubt that’s the case in the adult world,” I retorted.
My wife just laughed at my remark, “Ky, women can be just as cruel as men no matter what stage of life we’re in. A woman can dress up all slutty for Halloween for example, and all the men think she’s hot, and all the women will compliment her on her costume to her face, but then later, they’ll be the cattiest bitches and gossip like clucking hens about how slutty so-and-so was, and what a whore she was.”
“What’s this really about, Jaimee? Are you the one feeling self-conscious now?”
My wife laughed again and sighed, “I suppose maybe a little. A couple of new bints at the gym have been making comments about me.”
“Probably just jealous. You’re hot, in amazing shape, and shagging the owner. If I was female, I’d be jealous.”
She laid back down onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, and said something that caused me to pause and think, “The longer we play the game, the more I feel like a slut, but the less it bothers me, too.” “When I let mind wander—and I mean really wander, and conjure up the naughtiest thoughts I can think of, I feel this intense heat build up inside me. It’s bloody intense. It makes me want to play the game more—and experiment more… I know I feel different to you after I’ve been with Wade… because you feel different to me, too.”
She had my attention. “How so? Describe it to me,” I asked.
She smirked at me, “Always my little cuck-boy,” she said before starting her explanation, “It’s not that I can’t feel you. I’ve read about how the wife claims she can no longer feel her husband, but that’s rubbish. I can still feel you. But it’s more of a light touch now. It’s not as intense of a feeling,” she paused until I looked up at her and she asked, “I’ve read the stories online, Ky. Be completely honest with me—and yourself. Do you like the idea of your wife not being sexually satisfied by her husband any longer? Do you fancy me being ruined by other men forever, being a slutty cunt to other men?”
Ugh, she pushed some cuck buttons with those questions, but as much as I wanted to say yes, I rallied what few thoughts I could and replied, “No, yes, and yes in that order.” Her brow raised slightly, “No, I don’t like the idea of not being able to sexually satisfy you, but yes, I like the thought of you being ruined so-to-speak by other men, and yes,” I paused for a second, “I love you accepting the fact that you’re a complete slut.”
She smiled at me and said, “Good answer cuck-boy,” she’s been using the term cuck-boy a lot lately. She used to describe someone from back home she knew as “posh-boy”. He was an entitled, snobby boy from a well-to-do family and so she gave him that nickname, so maybe it’s a play on that. She then said, “Come over here and go down on me while I talk.”
I rolled over onto my stomach and she immediately spread her legs for me. She ran her fingers through my hair as I started to kiss her mow ‘larger’ lips. I think they’re exactly the same as they’ve always been. Her pussy is so perfect. Her lips poke out just enough to be visible. She always keeps herself perfectly shaven down there and her aroma is addicting.
“So, the mystery cock--,” she began but then abruptly stopped. My head had shot up as soon as I heard her the words mystery cock, “Tsk-tsk, you lick, I talk.” What a task master! I went back to work though, “The mystery cock,” she began again, “belongs to our friend Bennett.” I started to raise my head up, but I felt her grip in my hair tighten, “I’ll tell you everything, but only if you’re pleasing me.” Right then, back to work. “Bennett’s old company realized how valuable he was and so they made-him-an-offer-he-couldn’t-refuse,” she said, trying to imitate the Godfather, but failed horribly. “He called me when he got back in town, and we’ve gotten together a couple of times for lunch.
“The first time, I went up to his office. He’s not on the top floor, but close enough, it’s a brilliant view,” she mused. “He has a private office and he had lunch brought up for both of us. We had a great chat while we ate, he’s so much happier now—and making a lot more money. We were sitting on a couple of office chairs by the window so I could look down and see all the cars and the people walking by, I wish I had an office like that. But as we were finishing, I noticed that he was sitting forward in his chair. Ky, he was hard and was feeling a little embarrassed about it.”
I had been slowly tonguing around the perimeter of her pussy, but now I slipped my tongue in a little deeper and was awarded with a nice, slow sigh. She took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve always liked Bennett, but his confidence level was never very good, but something’s changed. He’s still Bennett, mind, but he has more confidence than he did before… I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I got down onto my knees between his legs… oh, he made a half-effort to stop me, but it didn’t last… you know, I’d forgotten how beautiful of a cock Bennett has. It’s the perfect size, and has a nice curved shape to it.”
Glancing up, I could see a very blissful, dreamy look on my wife’s features as she recalled the details.
“I swirled my tongue around its head, and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. There was precum oozing out everywhere. I love that feeling I get when I first put a man’s cock in my mouth. The taste as it hits my tongue, the feeling of his skin rubbing over my lips, how I can feel every little movement he makes as I take him in deeper. You saw that picture. Bennett is the perfect size for going down on. He fits perfectly in my throat. I had barely started when I felt his whole body tighten and he came in my mouth. But unlike you, he stayed completely hard, and so I kept going. I was gentle at first because I know you blokes are sensitive for a few minutes, but it didn’t take long before he was ready for me to be his little cum bucket again.”
Fuck, she was killing me with the details. I was rock hard and trying to hump the sheets as I continued to eat her pussy.
“He came so much, Ky. The poor guy probably hasn’t had a good release since we were last together. But I was a good girl and swallowed all of it. And then I did it all over again. Your wife’s slutty little mouth made him cum twice in ten minutes. I’m quite proud of that. I mean, I can get you to cum in less time, but you’re my little cuck-boy and have no control.”
Her legs were tightening around my head, so I knew I was making progress. She pulled me in tighter and started rocking her hips against me.
“The next day I let him fuck me on his desk,” she picked up again, her voice a little more strained from my ministrations. “He said it was something he’d always dreamed of doing, I guess you could say it was on his cum-bucket list.” She joked, “This whole week I’ve been getting free lunches and cheating on my husband in the middle of the day. What do you think of that, cuck-boy? Your whore of a wife has been fucking two different men all week,” her voice was even more strained and I knew I had her on the brink, “Everyday this week,” she groaned out, “I’ve had two cocks that were bigger than my cuck-boy’s.”
I could tell she was trying to stave off her orgasm. She was tightening her muscles and pushing my head away just slightly, trying to make it last longer. But this just made me want to double my efforts, hehe.
“Do you like liking your wife’s new pussy, cuck-boy? It’s not yours anymore, but you know that already—that’s what you want. My pussy now fits perfectly around my boyfriend’s cock. Even blindfolded I would know what his cock felt like because it’s been deep inside me so many times.” I heard her whimper and I knew she was holding on by only a thread. “This slut fucks her boyfriend more than her husband. Even just thinking about my boyfriend makes my cunt spasm with anticipation,” she nearly shrieked as she started to cum. Her body was turning to the side but at the same time her legs were locked onto my head. It felt like she was clawing at the headboard until I felt her hands back into my hair, gripping me tightly as she groaned and continued to cum.
I tried to keep going down on her, but she had hit that ultra-sensitive stage and was now actively trying to push me away. If I even breathed on her pussy it was send her into a frenzy, so of course I continued to torture her as she struggled to free herself and begged me to stop. Fuck I love eating her pussy.
“I love you,” I told her as sincerely as I could.
“I hope you always feel that way?” she said softly, her breath still coming in pants.
I nodded more emphatically, “That I can promise you. You are one in million. I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” she stated matter of factly, “because men like Wade will come and go, but I need you to always be there. Plus, that was a blinding orgasm you just have me—I’m not giving that up now that I’ve got you properly trained.”
She seemed pensive after a time, so I put on some music I knew that she would like, and we laid there and talked for quite a while. The nights have been warm, and so she was content to lay naked on top of the sheets. God she’s the mark of perfection. I admire her beauty but then I realize that I’m envisioning her—thinking about her being fucked by another man. My gorgeous wife is naked, right next to me, and I’m fantasizing about her being with other men.
We eventually killed the lights and she was asleep in seconds. I can tell because she makes all sorts of cute little noises when she sleeps. I miss seeing her hair slayed across the pillow, but the short hairstyle is sexy as shit, too. I was amazed as I watched her. Here was the lithe, beautiful woman that looked so innocent, prim and proper on the outside, but on the inside is a continuously developing sexual goddess of lascivious debauchery. I’ve given spark to a fire that’s quickly grown beyond what I can contain.
Wade stayed over recently, and it really was amazing to see how sexually connected they are (literally and figuratively). Even though he’s sporting a massive tool between his legs, she lets it slide into her like it belonged there. I have no idea how many times they’ve had sex—I only know that the number is pretty fucking high now. This night they were really into each other and the sex was passionate and furious. At some point I noticed that the condom had torn, and it quickly spit so that his bare cock entered her fertile pussy. He noticed it instantly and pulled out, but my wife only ripped it off and then pulled him back inside of her. I heard her cry, “Oh, so much better!” as he shoved his cock back into her.
I was stunned into paralysis. One side of my brain told me that her most fertile time was still a long way off and that it was probably fairly safe, but the other side was screaming at me to demand that they put a condom back on. That night I sat there and did nothing as a man fucked my fertile wife in front of my eyes. Jaimee’s nails were digging deeply into his back, but he did force himself to pull out and seconds later was cumming on her chest and face. I’ve mentioned this before, but not only is my wife’s boyfriend hung like horse, he cums like a fire engine. If that cock was ever to be released during the time she’s ovulating, she’d instantly be two weeks pregnant with quadruplets.
We all talked after, once our libidos had calmed some and agreed that we can’t let that happen again. Jaimee’s either got to go back on birth control or they’ll have to switch to the Durex condoms only because they seem to be thicker and harder to break. The whole pregnancy thing has been coming up a lot on this forum lately, or maybe I’m just paying more attention to it—I don’t know. It really is like the MOST extreme cuckold fantasy. Just the mere thought about my wife getting pregnant by Wade makes my heart beat so hard my chest hurts. If it happened on accident, well, whatever, we’ll raise the kid. But it really my worst nightmare. There’s something deeply rooted in me that wants this kid to be my flesh and blood. I want to create that little life with my wife, and not let some insane fantasy swamp my dreams of a family. Plus, this is dealing with an actual life. Once kids come into the picture, you have to do right by them.
It took me a while to fall asleep that night. I stayed awake for a long time thinking things over. I’ve had a number of ‘concerned citizens’ pm me and make comments about Wade and how he’s slowly taking my wife away. I can’t help but feel a pang of jealously at times because of the pleasure he gives my wife. Tonight’s oral session was great with her, and I was thrilled to have given her a great orgasm, but she more or less did that to herself, using me as way to get herself off. I’ve learned through this whole experience that the adrenaline and the lust can overpower the feelings of angst and jealousy for a time. That is until I get my release, at which point the adrenaline and lust diminish enough to let the jealous and angst flood my senses. I think this may be a reason the cage works for some guys. It keeps you in a state of near constant arousal and lets the adrenaline and lust overpower the feelings of jealously and angst. But I’ve also learned that I crave those feelings of angst, too. Maybe I do need a certain amount of pain in my life.
Well all these thoughts were running through my head, and I found that as I reflected on the revelation that Bennett was back in the picture, and Jaimee seemed to enjoy herself with him a lot more than before, that I liked the idea of her hooking up with him. Maybe it is because he could provide something of a counterbalance to Wade. He is after all a lot closer to her age than Wade is. They share a lot of things in common, and Jaimee seems impressed with some of the changes he’s made in his life. This could work out well.
Another topic I spent a lot of time thinking about is that my wife’s job. She has been working her ass off trying to get deals she’s been working on to the finish line. She’s done enough in sales to keep her job, and her boss, Noah, has been a good mentor to her and also been fairly patient, but I know she’s feeling the pressure to do more than justify her salary. On more occasions that we can count, she’s had deals extremely close to the finish line, only to lose out to a competitor at the last second. I know it’s been frustrating for her, but it’s only made her try harder. Whining and dining customers are a huge part of that business and from an outsider’s point of view (mine), it looks like these little cadres of networks are formed and they really watch each other’s backs. A doctor actually forms a very close and personal relationship with the manufacture’s rep who supplies him the hardware he needs. And once you’re in, you’re in. So long as you don’t go fuck yourself.
So Jaimee’s been working very diligently to build that rapport with a number of doctors and various hospital reps. Yes, some have bought from her, but she hasn’t landed that whale so to speak. We talked a lot about this a few weeks back, specifically, she was talking about how to complete a deal with a group of doctors and hospital reps in Seattle. She’s made a number of trips up there, taken clients out to expensive restaurants and bars, but they still haven’t been convinced that she’s the one to go with. Her boss went with her on one of the trips, and he actually did complete some smaller deals, which pissed off my wife to no end. Here she’d been working for weeks and weeks to make a sale, and he gets more done in one trip than she has since the beginning. I tried to tell her that there’s a reason he’s the boss. He’s very good at what he does. Plus, he’s a guy in his early 50s, he’s experienced, trusted, has a name in the industry. All this helps.
That’s when I made a comment, and it got a different reaction than I thought it would.
“Maybe you should sleep with one of them,” I said almost flippantly.
Her lips pursed slightly, “I’ve thought about it, but I’ve been hoping to make this work without spreading my legs… that feels like cheating.”
I just shrugged my shoulders, “Sometimes you have to work with what you’ve got.”
She rolled her eyes at me, “Noah, said something similar to that a couple of months ago,” she said, referring to her boss.
“Great minds think alike,” I commented dryly, “You have to think creatively.”
“That rules you out then, Ky. You’re an engineer. You don’t have a creative bone in your body,” she shot back. …she’s not wrong about that though. “Do you really think I should?” she asked me sincerely.
“Look,” I responded in equal sincerity. “This one is completely up to you. I’ll support you if this is what you want, but it’s defiantly some risky territory.”
She nodded slowly and I could tell she was really entertaining the idea, “I can’t lose another sale to those Texas tossers,” she said, referring to her competition that seems to get most of the contracts.
Like I said earlier, this was a conversation that I’d had with my wife a little while back. She really has been working her butt off trying to get a deal done with this group in Seattle. Some very large contracts are in the balance—it’s amazing how much some of this medical equipment sales for. The numbers are just astounding. She’s probably headed back up to Seattle soon with her boss. I know she wants to get this done 100% on her own, but I don’t blame her for wanting to have some help. I can’t help but let my mind wander and imagine her sleeping with potential clients to help seal a deal. But alas, it’s probably just going to be a fantasy.
When I really look back on it, and I’ve mentioned this before, other than the Vegas trip—which had some spicy moment—most of our lives are pretty tame compared to most people on this forum. Jaimee’s not slept with a few different men over the last couple of years, and she’s had a couple of relationships with boyfriends, but we are a long way off from so much of what I read on this website. Jaimee and I have talked about doing some more extreme things in order to try them out for a short time, but we don’t do even a third of what we talk about. Something always seems to come up and derail our plans. I wonder if this is why we still feel a need to go back and try again. I still haven’t tried the cage, much less cucked a guy’s cock. Jaimee never did do a threesome or hook up with our neighbor friend, Melanie again. It’s easy to talk about this stuff, and fun too. But the execution of it is a delicate thing. I think that’s why we both like Wade. It’s hard to find someone you trust. I very well know Jaimee wouldn’t have any trouble finding guys willing to fuck her, but neither of us want just some random person that we have no clue about. It’s got to be the right guy. We both have to feel comfortable with it.
This brings me up to date—almost. I’ll probably think of a few random things and throw them in on future updates. I’m off to try to find some air that’s not filled with smoke. Stupid fires. It seems like this is a constant now. Fires and smoke everywhere.