Be careful what you wish for - how I turned my conservative wife to an hotwife - in progress

[Elsies cuck]

Wij volgen het verhaal en hebben veel interesse in het vervolg.

[Elsies cuck]

We follow the story and are very intrested.

[triptix]

Great story, looking forward to the next installment

[David52]

I have followed and love your story. Is Jenny still seeing David? They seemed like a good match. Please fill us in.

[Voyapuppyfork]

It’s been a long time since my last update—sooo many things have happened! Instead of going into every little detail, I’ll focus on the major events and the moments I’ve truly cherished over the past year while skipping the routine stuff.

Since my last update, both of our relationships (mine with Jenny and Jenny’s with David) have been steady. They took a break during the holiday season, which allowed us to focus on family and on just us. It was peaceful and nice. We had a week-long family trip to Hawaii, including Jenny’s parents and her younger sister (let’s call her Jane).

During that time, Jenny also began her laser hair removal sessions—which, honestly, I have no complaints about. You might remember that I had been trying to convince her to go completely bare for years, but she always felt that would make her look like an underaged girl. She preferred to keep a patch. But ever since she started seeing David, she’s been keeping it bare for him. Now, she’s finally tired of the maintenance and has decided to get rid of her pubes permanently—for David. It looks great and feels even smoother, I’m in heaven, even though it’s not really for me.

After life returned to normal, Jenny and David resumed their dates again. Mostly on weekends, though occasionally on weekdays too.

I had casually mentioned my desire to watch a recording their lovemaking sessions and even brought up the idea of watching them together ever since they started seeing each other. However, I never got a clear yes. The excuses were always the same: “Sorry, I forgot,” “It feels weird,” “I’m not confident…”or “It would interrupt the flow.”

The closest I ever got was an audio recording of Jenny’s heavy breathing mixed with the sound of fabric rubbing. But that alone had me in ecstasy. God knows how many times I’ve masturbated to that. Yet, instead of satisfying me, it only fueled my craving to actually see them in action. I knew she wasn’t completely comfortable and needed time. I also understood that it could be awkward. But I had grown impatient.

Then, one day, out of the blue, Jenny asked me if I wanted to meet David in person. Apparently, she and David had discussed the idea of involving me, potentially even letting me watch them in person. But to make everyone comfortable, especially Jenny, the two men had to get to know each other first.

The whole idea felt bizarre to me. The fact that I needed to make an effort to befriend the man sleeping with my wife. I was conflicted. On one hand, this was my ultimate fantasy—to be there, to witness their hot, steamy sex, to see them flirt like high school sweethearts lost in their own world. But on the other hand, I was intimidated.

Up until now, I had been a voyeur, watching from the shadows, catching glimpses in a club. David had always been more of an idea than a person. But now, I was going to interact with him—to get to know him as a real man that terrified me. What if he was cocky jerk? What if he gave me a hard time or humiliated me in public? Honestly, I was scared shitless.

But deep down, I knew this was the next step—not just for me, but for Jenny as well. I couldn’t hide in the dark forever. I wanted to be part of her adventure so badly that the anticipation was consuming me. And I knew Jenny also wanted reassurance that we could continue down this path. So, eventually, I told her, "Yes. I’m ready."

She and David worked out a plan. They would see each other on Saturday afternoon, spend the night at his place, and I would meet them for brunch on Sunday morning. The whole week, my adrenaline had been pumping like crazy. And for what? It wasn’t like this was some first date for Jenny. She and David had a stable relationship. I had already seen them together from a distance. This was just a simple, informal introduction. And yet, I couldn’t control myself.

I had to admit that I was intimidated by him. David wasn’t just some guy. He was my wife’s lover. Her bull. Her primary sex partner. He had been inside Jenny, damn, he had been inside her. And now, instead of punching him in the face, I was expected to shake his hand. Laugh at his jokes. Act normal. What if he humiliated me? What if he laughed at me… I knew my fears were irrational, but my mind was spiraling. I couldn’t stop myself from overthinking.

Honestly, it’s not just that. I can’t stop thinking about his manhood. A while ago, while reading Jenny and David’s text messages (we’re open books to each other), I came across one of their sexting exchanges. David had sent her a dick pic.

The image showed a closeup of his clean shaven, erect penis. I don’t know exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely around six inches, thick, veiny, with a broad, swollen head that looked smooth and shiny when it is hard. I hate to admit it, but it looked powerful, masculine. Compared to that, mine felt... pathetic.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I saved that picture on my phone. Since then, I’ve looked at it more times than I care to admit, imagining the kind of experience it brings Jenny. Now, whenever I think of him, that image flashes through my mind, uninvited. It makes me feel both inadequate and, strangely, aroused.

This past week, I haven't made a move on Jenny. I haven’t even tried. I don’t know why. But my mouth has been on her more than ever—devouring her, worshipping her—as if I’m trying to prove something to myself. I can’t get enough. It’s like I’m desperate to reclaim a piece of her, even as I willingly give her away.

As the day approached, I became more self-conscious. I kept thinking I should have hit the gym a month or two ago. For a couple of days, I even tried growing out my beard, hoping it would make me look more masculine. Jenny noticed and laughed, teasing me for being silly.

Unlike me, she was completely relaxed about the whole thing. She reassured me that this was just a friendly meeting, that she wouldn’t choose to be with someone who’s an asshole, and—most importantly—that she would never let anyone do anything harmful to her husband. She just wanted the two men in her life to get along, and maybe, one day, even involve me—fulfilling my ultimate fantasy. That thought alone was incredibly sweet.

Friday night, Jenny had a girls' night out with her friends, Noemi, Emily, and a few others. She got back around midnight, and on Saturday, we visited her parents for lunch. She dressed casually, intentionally keeping things low-key to avoid any suspicion. But only I knew the truth—my sweet wife, their beloved daughter, would soon be heading out on a date, spending the night having passionate sex with another man with my full blessing. The thought felt surreal, almost crazy.

After lunch, I kissed her goodbye, knowing she was heading straight to David’s place. I barely had any time alone with her before her date, and that realization only made the whole situation feel even more intense.

The next time I saw her was Sunday morning at the restaurant. I was both hesitant and eager to see her again. Needless to say, I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Since she had confirmed her arrival at David’s place, there had been nothing but radio silence between us.

Around noon, I finally received a text from her: *We’re on our way to the restaurant.*

My heart pounded as I rushed over, but once I arrived, I found myself waiting in the car, trying to compose myself. I didn’t want to seem too anxious. I needed to look casual, as if this were just another ordinary brunch. But deep down, I knew it was anything but.

I walked into the restaurant and immediately spotted them. They were sitting across from each other in a booth—Jenny in a bright pink dress I had never seen before, and David in a casual white shirt. They were chatting and sipping their coffee, looking effortlessly comfortable together. I hated to admit it, but they looked stunning as a couple.

Jenny’s posture was different, more delicate, more intentional. She leaned in slightly as David spoke, her eyes fixed on him with undivided attention. She was trying to please him, to show him her submissive side. A soft smile played on her lips, her fingers gently twirling a strand of her hair, a small but deliberate gesture. I had seen that look before—the look she gave when she wanted to be good for someone.

It sent a strange rush through me—part jealousy, part admiration, part something I couldn't quite name.

As I approached, Jenny noticed me first and waved with a beautiful smile that could melt my heart. David turned his head slightly, but I made a conscious effort not to look directly at him at first. Instead, I focused on Jenny, returning her smile and pulling her into a tight hug. It felt good to have her back in my arms.

I checked in on her, asking softly, “Did you have a good time?”

She looked me directly in the eyes and, without hesitation, said, “Yes.” Then she turned to introduce me to David.

David was polite enough to stand up and offer a firm handshake. I reciprocated, trying my best to keep my composure. I took a seat and ordered my food, holding Jenny’s hand as we engaged in casual chitchat. But truthfully, I barely remembered anything we talked about.

Jenny mentioned that they had spent the previous day shopping at a mall, visiting a wine bar, and watching a movie. But all I could think about was what had happened after that—how David had taken her to bed, how he had made love to my wife while I waited for her return.

Despite my inner turmoil, the conversation flowed smoothly, almost as if we were old friends. That realization calmed me down. I could sense that Jenny felt the same way—relieved that things weren’t awkward. She kept glancing between David and me, smiling as we chatted and laughed.

David, naturally confident, led most of the conversation, which spared me the pressure of finding topics to keep things going. Over time, the tension faded, and to my surprise, everything started to feel… natural. It was surreal—sitting across from my wife’s lover, laughing, chatting, and yet, in some strange way, enjoying the moment.

David excused himself for a bathroom break, leaving me alone with Jenny. She looked at me, studying my face, before asking with a teasing smile, “So, what do you think?”

For a second I felt like I was a dad meeting his daughter’s boyfriend for the first time. I smirked. “The food is really good here, just like you said.”

She laughed and playfully hit my shoulder. “Come on. It went smoothly, don’t you think?

“He seems like a nice guy.” She nodded. “The most important thing is, did you have a good time?”

Sensing my approval, she grinned. “Yeah, it was fun.”

“Tell me more.”

She leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You only care about that part, don’t you?” Her voice lowered slightly. “We had sex three times. The last time was this morning. I can still feel his cum dripping…”

She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and it was working. I pulled her close for a deep kiss, my pulse racing.

Just before David returned, I made a bold decision. “Sit on his side,” I whispered.

Jenny hesitated, searching my face for reassurance. “Are you sure?”

I nodded firmly. She hesitated once more before slowly standing and sliding into David’s side.

Moments later, David returned. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. He simply sat down and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, rested his arm on Jenny’s leg.

I sat across from them, suddenly feeling like a third wheel. They looked like a picture-perfect couple, relaxed, confident, and strikingly beautiful together. My face burned with a mix of excitement and embarrassment, my heart pounding, my arousal undeniable.

The waitress returned to check on us, and I could tell she noticed the change in seating. Just moments ago, I had been holding Jenny’s hand, ordering food. Now, she was tucked under another man’s arm. Jenny’s face was flushed too, her eyes glued to the table, pretending to be distracted. There was no way the waitress didn’t sense the dynamic between us, but somehow, that only heightened the thrill and humiliation of the moment.

I tried to engage in small talk, but I barely processed what we were saying. Most of the time, I kept my eyes on my phone, pretending to scroll, while secretly watching them—David caressing Jenny’s leg, the two of them chatting as if I weren’t even there.

Under the table, Jenny suddenly stretched her leg out, crossing her foot around my shin, lightly rubbing against me. At the same time, David’s hand continued teasing her thigh. The three of us were locked in this strange, silent connection, tangled together in a way that felt both exhilarating and deeply humiliating.

It felt like an eternity. I lost track of how long we had been sitting there, wrapped in that strange, electric silence. I don’t even remember who finally broke it, mentioning that we should get going.

I excused myself to the bathroom, and only when I stepped inside did I realize how fast my heart was pounding. My breaths were shallow, my body tense. I took a moment to steady myself, gripping the sink and looking at my reflection. Even though David had been nothing but polite, it wasn’t easy pretending I didn’t feel inferior sitting across from a man like him.

When I finally stepped out, I was met with a sight that sent a jolt through my body—Jenny and David were making out. I froze. Instinct told me to slow my pace, to give them a moment, but my eyes never wavered. I watched as their lips moved together, her body leaning into his. There was something so natural about it, as if they had done this a thousand times before, because they had. And yet, witnessing it up close for the first time hit differently.

Luckily, they broke apart before I reached the booth. David had already paid the bill, and Jenny excitedly suggested getting boba at a nearby cafe. With that, we left the restaurant. David walked slightly ahead, leading the way. Jenny, however, lingered behind, waiting for me. As I caught up, she slipped her arm through mine, pulling herself close. Her eyes locked onto me, sparkling with mischief as she bit her lower lip, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. It was as if she was silently asking for my approval, wanting to see if I could keep up with this game. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in a way I had never quite seen before. There was an undeniable energy radiating from her, a mix of excitement, confidence, and pure happiness. She was thriving, basking in the thrill of taboo and the attention of two men utterly captivated by her. And in that moment, I couldn’t deny it. I was captivated, too.

The cuck mindset got the best of me. Without thinking, I gave Jenny a slight push, signaling her to walk with David instead. This time, she didn’t hesitate. She caught up with him effortlessly, falling into step beside him.

At first, they simply walked side by side, but then, as if on instinct, she naturally slipped her arm around his. In that moment, they weren’t just two people walking together. They were a couple. A beautiful, picture-perfect couple. And from an outsider’s perspective, I was nothing more than a third wheel trailing behind them. A bitter sting rose in my chest, a mix of jealousy and something deeper, something darker. Yet, at the same time, I was undeniably turned on by the sight of them together.

We reached the cafe, ordered our drinks, and I paid for them without a second thought. While we waited, Jenny remained glued to David’s side, their connection effortless and unforced. It was natural, seamless, like they had done this a hundred times before.

We made small talk as we sipped our drinks, but eventually, it was time to part ways. Jenny turned to David, giving him a warm hug and a quick kiss on the cheek this time, more subtle, but still intimate. Then, David and I shared a brief bro hug, as if we were old friends. And just like that, we said our goodbyes and walked away.

[elina]

Thank you Voyapuppyfork!!

Wonderful update!!
I truly appreciate you sharing your emotions at this moment,
also very good to see how you encouraged Jenny and how you hugged Her Bull when saying good by!

I really hope Jenny rewarded you by allowing you to serve Her pussy with you tongue like a good cuck should after his Cuckoldress has been satisfied by Her lover?

Sincerely
elina

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the wonderful update on your meeting with David. Have you since watched Jenny and David together? Has he come to (cum in? )your house ?

[yacmon]

Thanks for posting such a detailed and vivid update! I hope for your continued healthy cuck journey!

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Now this has become my favorite thread. Love the updates. Looking forward to the next update.