My Perfect Fantasy

[cuck_curious]

When she went out on a date with Scott next weekend, she surprised me by coming home at 10:30 p.m. with Scott! They were chatting and holding each other as they came in. She said “Hi! We’re going upstairs.” They quickly went upstairs into our bedroom and shut the door. I finally went upstairs and sat in the hallway outside our bedroom door. I could hear the sounds of them fucking, which went on for 15 minutes. She sounded so different when she was with Scott, nothing like I ever heard. I jerked off and then went downstairs as the jealousy began to settle in.

Scott started coming over in the evenings during the week and in the afternoons on the weekend. He would sit on the couch next to my wife and watch television, while I sat on the love seat by myself.

I came back from the bathroom one night, and my wife said, “From now on, I want you to take out your little dick whenever you are in the same room as Scott.” I stopped in my tracks. She went on, “I want you to be reminded how little your dick is compared to Scott, so this will be a constant reminder.” I thought to myself, “this is new, bringing Scott into the humiliation.” I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with it. I hesitated, and my wife said, “Let’s go!” I slowly unzipped my pants and took my dick out, and Scott snickered when he saw it. “That thing is tiny” My wife said, “That’s a good nickname for you, Tiny." I began to sit down, and my wife said, “No. I want you to massage my feet. Come sit on the floor in front of me.” I knelt down in front of her and began massaging. She and Scott continued to watch television as I massaged her feet. It was difficult for me to view the television, and I finally gave up and focused on her feet instead.

One Saturday afternoon, Scott and her were sitting out on the deck, and I walked out to join them. My wife said, “Hi Tiny. Could you grab a beer for Scott and I before you come out?” I returned with 3 beers and unzipped my shorts before sitting down. I took my dick out and started listening to their conversation. A few minutes later, my wife said, “Oh shit! I forgot to get onions at the store for our dinner tonight.” Scott said, “No problem, I'll go get them.” My wife replied, “That’s okay. I need to get a few other things too.” Scott and I watched her body in the bikini as she walked inside.

We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, and I began to wonder if Scott was cool with me putting my dick back into my shorts. That question was quickly answered when he said, “So Tiny. What do you think about the fact that I am fucking your wife?” I stammered for a moment, feeling uneasy talking about this subject with Scott. Well, it’s a weird fantasy that I get sometimes. He laughed, “Sometimes? I hear that you have it 24/7.” I replied, “Yeah, I guess so.” He said, “I don’t get it how a husband can sit there and whack his pud, knowing that someone else is fucking his wife.” There was another awkward silence as I didn’t reply. He continued, “I guess that it doesn’t really matter to me, because I’m the one who gets to fuck your hot wife all of the time. With the little dick that you have, she’s going to keep coming back for more."

After another silence, I said, “What’s she like in bed with you?” Scott replied, “Dude! She is amazing in bed. She gives the best blowjob I’ve ever had. You know how some women just go up and down real fast on you, never taking you deep? Well, maybe you don’t know. Anyways, she slowly works her lips all the way down my cock to the base and holds her mouth there while her tongue goes nuts all over my cock. Then she slowly pulls it all the way out and does it again. When I finally cum, she holds her mouth all the way at the base of my cock and literally sucks the cum right out of me. It’s the most amazing feeling.” I crossed my legs so that he wouldn’t see my dick starting to get hard. He said, “She fucks like a sexual dynamo too. She can keep going all night, fucking me 4 or 5 times. And, now that she has that hot new body, she likes to try all kinds of different positions. Plus, it’s great when we go out, because she dresses so slutty. It drives me nuts, knowing that I have to wait until we get back to my place or her place to fuck her."

My wife returned and we sat on the deck for a while before having dinner. Her and Scott flirted on the couch with each other until 8 or 9, and then they went upstairs. My wife came down a few minutes later in her bra and panties to get some water. I stared at her beautiful body as she walked by. I got up the urge to ask her a burning question that I had been wanting to ask for months. I said, “Could I watch you and Scott together, and then lick his cum from your pussy?” She said, “I don’t know about that. Let me talk to Scott and see if he is comfortable with that.” She went back upstairs and shut the door. The door opened a few minutes later, and my wife yelled out, “Tiny, get up here."

Scott was laying naked with his legs hanging off the end of the bed, My wife climbed on top of Scott in a 69 position and said, “Come over here on the floor.” I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of her. I was kneeling between Scott’s legs and her face was merely a foot or so away from me. I watched in amazement as she took all of Scott’s cock in her mouth in one slow, smooth movement. His body tensed as she held her lips at the base of his cock. I saw the tip of her tongue dart out of her lower lip as she licked the underside of his cock with all of it in her mouth. It was just like Scott described earlier. She slowly withdrew her mouth from his cock, and I watched as inch after inch slowly reappeared, only to disappear again. This went on for several minutes until Scott’s body began to show signs that he was about to cum. She grabbed his asscheeks and held on as she buried her lips deep into the base of his cock. I watched her throat muscles move as she sucked his cock while keeping her lips still on the base of his cock. His hips bucked in the air and he grunted as he began to shoot his load in her mouth. She quickly withdrew all but the head as he pumped his load in her mouth. I imagined how good it must have felt to cum deep into my wife’s mouth.

She immediately moved her head foward to the edge of the bed and gave me a deep kiss as she pushed all of Scott’s cum into my mouth. I had a surprised look as she broke the kiss and I was left with a mouthful of cum. She said, “You wanted it, now swallow it.” I fought the instinctive urge to spit it out, but I couldn’t bring myself to swallow it. She said, “Oh geez, just swallow it.” I slowly gulped as I felt it slide down my throat, coating the back of my mouth and throat with a slimy, salty substance.

She said, “You can leave now, we are going to get started.” I said, I thought that I could watch?” She said “No, that was all you get to see, and you got your mouthful of cum, so you can go now.” I slowly got up off my knees and walked towards the door. I paused as I walked through and asked her if I should lock it. She laughed and said, “No that won’t be necessary. I don’t have to worry about you coming in here and trying to take me back from Scott. Not that you could anyways. Just sit quietly out there and listen to how a real man fucks me the way I am supposed to be fucked."

I sat out in the hallway, jerking my dick and listening to the 2 of them fuck. Her voice turned me on so much now. I came hard and quickly. The slimy, salty feeling in the back of my throat was still there as I felt the jealousy creep up. The added element of Scott’s cum in my throat intensified the jealousy. My wife words played over in my head, “I don’t have to worry about you coming in here and trying to take me back from Scott. Not that you could anyways.” Did she say that to humiliate me or was she serious? It sure sounded like she was serious. Plus, she had no plans to humiliate me tonight, I asked to watch her and Scott. Maybe I was beginning to lose her to Scott? I don’t know.

My wife texted me at work that Friday, and suggested that we have dinner at a restaurant that night. I got excited inside, as Friday used to be our “date night” and we would often go to dinner. She said to meet up at the restaurant right after work. I got there first, so I got us a table. She walked in several minutes later, dressed in a low-cut dress and heels. So sexy! She sat down and moments later Scott came in. He said, “Sorry, I had to go back to the car to get my phone.” My heart sunk, as I realized this was not going to be my “date night."

My wife said, “You know the rule Tiny, take your little dick out.” I looked at her shocked and said, “I could be arrested for doing that here!” She laughed and said. “I doubt anyone could see that little dick in here!” I placed my napkin on my lap and then unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick under the napkin. It felt weird and arousing to feel the cool air and the napkin on the head of my dick during dinner. Scott and her openly showed their affection as we finished our dinner. I must have looked like this couple’s single friend to others in the restaurant. My wife slid the check over to my side of the table when the waitress brought it over. She said, “Leave her a good tip Tiny. She took good care of our table."

We went to our cars as we left the restaurant, and my wife said, “Scott is taking me dancing tonight, see you later.” Jealousy overwhelmed me as I walked to my car alone and got in. I watched as they drove away. It hurt so bad as I drove home.

[Mrfixitforyou]

Okay I cant take it any more. Why dude why? hes fucking your wife I get that. The humiliation can not really be a 24/7 thing because it is so overwhelming. The effects would I suppose seep over into other aspects of your life. Why is she even with you. It must be a fantasy because scott is still tolerating you being around with your tiny penis hanging out.

Penis size is like height, color and nationality you dont have a choice over any of those circumstances howeer what you do with them is another story all together. I am going to hang around for another installment but I find the humiliation not sexy

[bystander]

First off, let me commend you on your incredible avatar. It never fails to draw my attention.

While it is your perfect fantasy and your wife sets the course of the humiliation there are still several gestures you could make to show your wife how much you care for her and her well-being. When she and Scott get home from their date you could have all of your stuff moved into the guest bedroom. Since Scott is there all the time anyway it’s probably pretty inconvenient to have you coming into their room for things you need such as clothes and toiletries. Another gesture you might consider to let your wife know how much you care is to arrange for a two-week cruise or a short trip to a romantic spot in Italy or France for your wife and Scott. If it’s all right with them maybe they could even set up a live video feed of their nighttime activities to include you but that, of course, would be up to your wife. I’m sure there are a lot of other things you could initiate as well to show your wife how much you appreciate all the effort she is putting into your humiliation fantasy.

[cuck_curious]

I’m sure there are a lot of other things you could initiate as well to show your wife how much you appreciate all the effort she is putting into your humiliation fantasy.

Thanks for the comment on my avatar

My fictional self has a struggle with the humiliation in the fantasy. While I crave it, I am questioning my wife's motivations when I am being humiliated. As we are new to the idea of her having sex with another man, I am starting to become insecure in our relationship, and I wonder if my wife really means the things that she says when she humiliates me or if it's for my benefit as part of my fantasy. She used to give me a wink and a smile several hours after the harshest verbal humiliation, but she hasn't done that in a while.

Glad you are enjoying the story.

[pwsub]

It's a fine line, best wishes for your desired outcome

[cuck_curious]

My wife texted me at work on Friday and asked me to pick up some Chinese food on the way home from work. I got home to find her relaxing in a sexy bathrobe and high heels. I instantly became hard, as she had not been paying much attention to me lately. I was excited to see where this was heading tonight.

She led me upstairs after dinner, and told me to take off all of my clothes. Awesome! I quickly took everything off and she placed a blindfold over my head. She began leading me out of our bedroom and down the hallway towards the other end of our house. She sat me down on the edge of a bed and told me to lay down on the bed. I worked my way onto what must have been the bed in our spare bedroom at the other end of the house. I felt her grab my right hand and attach something to restrain it from moving. She quickly did the same to my left hand and then each of my ankles.

She removed the blindfold and I looked to see her taking off her bathrobe and turning on some music. I was awestruck as she stood there in her bra and panties. The suspense was killing me! She sat down on the bed next to me and began stroking my dick. She stroked for 15 seconds or so and stopped. I thrust my hips up in the air, trying to reach her fingers just inches from my dick and she laughed. "You are so close!” She began stroking again, but then stopped after 15 seconds. Ugh! This was so frustrating. She kept repeating this process at least 20 times, and I became more frustrated each time. I wanted to cum so bad. The doorbell rang in the middle of one of her 15 seconds of stroking me, and she quickly stopped and jumped up off the bed. “Ooohhh, Scott’s here!” I laid there shocked as she said that. She quickly took her panties off and stuffed them into my mouth and put the blindfold back on. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, “You don’t get to cum, but Scott gets to. In fact he gets to cum several times.” I heard the door shut as she left the room and I heard the sounds of her heels on the hardwood floor downstairs a minute later. I could hear voices, but I could't make out what they were saying.

I laid there tasting the wetness in her panties, wondering what was going on. Damn! She planned to leave me high and dry all along. I thought to myself, “I don’t think that she did this for my benefit. I think that she just wanted to kill some time until Scott got here.” My mind raced as I wondered what was going on. Hell, I knew what was going on. Scott was fucking her in our bedroom. My tongue could still taste her juices in the crotch of her panties. Juices that were flowing in anticipation of fucking Scott.

What seemed like hours later, I heard the bedroom door open and the blindfold being removed a moment later. My wife was naked as she was climbing on top of me in a 69 position. She lowered her swollen pussy to my face as I could see the wet mess that was headed for my mouth. I instinctively began licking her pussy. She started grinding her pussy into my face as I stuck my tongue deep inside. I could taste Scott’s cum as I saw her muscles working to push it out of her pussy. She didn't say anything as I licked her pussy clean. She got up off of me after several minutes and turned off the music.

She stuffed her panties back into my mouth and the blindfold over my eyes, and started stroking my dick. She leaned in close to my ear to whisper, “Just lay here and listen how I sound when a real man fucks me the way I want to be fucked. The way you could never fuck me with your pathetic little dick. Taste his cum as you think about that.” She stopped stroking me and I struggled against the restraints and tried to scream as I heard the door shut. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn’t even touch myself. I then heard the sound of voices from what must have been a baby monitor on the nightstand next to me. She must have setup a baby monitor so that I could hear what they were doing. I listened as I heard them kissing and my wife making sounds of being pleased during foreplay. Normally, I would have enjoyed listening, but I didn't want to this time. I pulled at the restraints as I was forced to hear my wife’s moans of pleasure as Scott fucked her. I could still taste Scott’s cum in the remains of the slimy mess in the back of my mouth and slowly moving down my throat. My jealousy erupted to a level that I never felt before, and I thought to myself, “I don’t want to be a cuckold anymore. I want my wife all to myself. I want her back.” I listened to her voice as Scott brought her to several orgasms while fucking her. She sounded like such a slut when she was with him. "I love your cock!" "Fuck me harder!" "Your cock owns my my pussy!" The pain in my stomach was unbearable. I was done, I had enough.

As time went by, I began to calm down and think rationally. Even though I didn't want to be a cuckold anymore, would she even be willing to stop? If she did, would she still want to be with me? I listened to the sound of her voice as she was moaning in pleasure for what seemed like hours. I certainly could not do that for her. At best, I could last maybe 5 minutes before cumming. Maybe we just weren’t sexually compatible. But I loved her so much, and it hurt so much to hear her be sexually fulfilled by another man. What in the hell was I going to do? I never felt so confused in my life.

My wife woke me sometime later and untied me. She told me that Scott was staying the night and I was to sleep in the spare bedroom. I slowly got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I had trouble going back to sleep. I imagined by wife snuggling up to Scott in our bed, and here I was by myself in the spare bedroom. I didn’t like the jealousy that I was feeling. I needed to talk to her soon. Maybe it was time to stop.

[bystander]

Luckily, this is all fantasy, the perfect fantasy. It sounds, however, like the ultimate fantasy nightmare. Great setup for an intense discussion. Excellent writing. Can't wait to see your next part to determine if she's now Scott's or maybe she does still love you but now that she has gotten a taste for what it can be like with a man with a real cock she wants to continue with her new lifestyle but possibly with partners other than Scott to draw out your angst but to a lesser degree. Last, but not least, maybe she is ready to go back to hopelessly unsatisfying and unfulfilling sex now that she's had the real thing. Is her love for you really strong enough for that when the fantasy goes this far?

[cuck_curious]

Luckily, this is all fantasy, the perfect fantasy. It sounds, however, like the ultimate fantasy nightmare. Great setup for an intense discussion. Excellent writing. Can't wait to see your next part to determine if she's now Scott's or maybe she does still love you but now that she has gotten a taste for what it can be like with a man with a real cock she wants to continue with her new lifestyle but possibly with partners other than Scott to draw out your angst but to a lesser degree. Last, but not least, maybe she is ready to go back to hopelessly unsatisfying and unfulfilling sex now that she's had the real thing. Is her love for you really strong enough for that when the fantasy goes this far?

The dilemma between realizing that I cannot please her the way that Scott can and dealing with the angst of not knowing where I stand with her now that she has all of this new relationship energy with Scott.

Add in the new body that she has after the plastic surgery, and she is a changed woman while I am left to watch from the sidelines. Exactly what I wanted, but now I am beginning to question if I really do want that. Perhaps the train is moving too fast down the tracks to stop now?

Stick around, more to come.

[cuck_curious]

My wife and I settled into a new routine in the coming weeks. She had no interest in sex with me, and only allowed me to lick her pussy to orgasm occasionally. The teasing and denial sessions almost stopped completely, and the verbal humiliation was minimal. For example, I would offer to rub her feet instead of her telling me to. This routine only occurred during the week, and the weekends were all about Scott. They usually came back to our house after their dates, but sometimes she wouldn’t come back until the following morning.

When they came back to our house, the routine went something like this. They would come in the front door, hot and heavy for each other as they quickly went upstairs. They would have loud sex for several hours, and Scott would emerge from the bedroom and leave shortly after. I would then crawl into bed with my wife, the scent of sex still heavy in our bedroom, as she lay asleep next to me. She would sometimes let me cuddle with her, but not always.

One day, my wife told me that Scott and her were going on a trip in a few weeks to the Caribbean. She got a large discount at a resort through her work, and they were going to fly down to the resort for 5 days. Seeing the disappointment on my face, she said, “Awww Tiny, don’t look so sad. If I took you instead of Scott, I would just spend the whole time thinking about him instead of enjoying the resort. That wouldn’t be fair to me.” I sat there thinking that the time for a talk was here, but this wasn’t the right moment. If I brought it up now, it would only result in a huge argument. I would need to wait until she was in a better frame of mind.

The weeks and days leading up to their trip were busy, and she did not even get a chance to see Scott much on the weekends because of her work. The day of their trip quickly came, and I asked her in the morning if we could talk about our relationship before her flight that evening.

I came home from work to find her suntanning on the deck in a bikini. I grabbed a beer and sat down next to her. I started the conversation with, “I think that I want us to stop.” She said, “Stop what?” I said, “Stop cuckolding me.” She said, “What do you mean?” I said, “I want things between us to go back to the way they were before Scott.” She replied, “And what about Scott?” I said, “I would like it to go back to just you and me.” She said, “No way! I am having way too much fun with Scott.” I said, “I don’t like what it’s doing to our relationship. We don’t have sex anymore.” She said, “You know, for years, I was happy with having sex with you. But Scott, has opened my eyes to sexual pleasure that I didn’t even know existed. It’s like I was only feeling half of the great things that I could feel during sex. Now that Scott gives me that increased level of sexual fulfillment, I don’t want to stop. I would just always want that pleasure if I couldn’t have it.” I said, “I could learn to give you that pleasure.” She said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think that you are capable of sexually fulfilling me the way that Scott does. I tried to help you when we started a few months ago, but you just couldn’t do it for me.” I asked, “Are you saying that you aren’t turned on by me anymore?” She said, “Compared to Scott, I don’t get turned on by you in bed.”

I let that sink in for a moment. This was a permanent change in our marriage, and she had no intention of stopping. I said, “I am afraid that you are falling for Scott. Perhaps you could find another man to have sex with.” She said, “You don’t understand. Women can’t just go find a man with a big cock to sexually fulfill us. We need the whole package, a man who makes us get excited when he walks in the room and makes us wet when he kisses me. I have that with Scott, and I don’t want to look for another man.” Our conversation continued, but she was clear that she was not going to stop seeing Scott.

Scott picked her up just after 6 p.m., and they headed to the airport. I laid in our bed that night, unable to go to sleep. I wasn’t sure if she was falling for Scott or not. It sure looked that way, but she didn’t acknowledge that she was when I asked. Could I trust her answer? My thoughts raced as the jealousy intensified. Maybe this was how cuckolding really was. She only had so much attention and sex to give, and I came up on the short end of the stick while Scott got most of the attention and all of the sex. I never gave much thought to the long-term effects of cuckolding, but there had to be some effect on our marriage. I just wish that she was communicating with me more. The uncertainty was killing me.

[cuck_curious]

The weekend went by so slowly. The jealous feelings came and went all weekend, and became very intense from time to time. It got better as I went to work on Monday. My wife came back on Wednesday afternoon and I saw her when I got home from work. I tired to be upbeat as I came into the house. “Welcome home! How was the trip?” She said, “Hey! It was awesome. It was so beautiful there.” I didn’t want to push for details, because I didn’t want it to lead to a continuation of our discussion before she left.

The same routine with Scott resumed after their trip, and I slowly came to grips over the next few months that this was how cuckolding really was. I learned to live with my only romantic contact being able to cuddle with her in our bed as she slept after Scott went home after their dates each weekend. Sure, she didn't reciprocate, but I got to lay next to her naked body during these times.

My birthday was coming up in a few weeks, and I casually mentioned to my wife if she wanted to make plans for that weekend. She said, “Oh, I have been making plans for my present to you.” Excited, I asked her what would my gift be. She said, “You will never forget the gift that I give you this year, but you must have to wait to find out."

I was eagerly in anticipation as the day came. My wife walked up to me after dinner, and asked me to go upstairs to the spare bedroom, shut the door, remove my clothes, and lay on the floor. I waited there on the floor, my hard on sticking straight up in the air, hoping that I would get an amazing fuck from my wife tonight.

She entered the room wearing only high heels, and I marveled at her beautiful body as she towered above me. The surgeries had transformed her body back to what it was 25 years ago. Her perky breasts stood up on their own with nice roundness. The tummy tuck resulted in a firm stomach that was accentuated by her tan lines. Her long legs reached all the way from her shaved pussy down to her beautiful feet that were in a pair of strappy high heels.

She told me to place my hands over my head as she moved one leg on each side of my head. It was then that I noticed the small piece of saran wrap over her pussy lips. She said, “Scott has been using condoms for the past 6 weeks, and I have been saving them in the freezer. I thawed them out today, and warmed all 37 loads in the microwave before using a meat baster to inject them deep inside of me. I feel like I have a gallon of cum inside of me now." She lowered her pussy to within an inch of my mouth as I saw the white fluid just behind the saran wrap. She removed the saran wrap and lowered her lips onto my mouth, and I saw her pelvic muscles contract. A flood of cum filled my mouth almost immediately, and I had to swallow it all just in order to breathe. She pinned my arms above my head with her hands, and I was helpless to move. She said “Imagine Scott’s big cock depositing each of those loads deep inside of me into places that your little dick could never reach. Taste what a real man’s cum taste’s like, not that dribble that comes out of the end of your pathetic little dick." Wave after wave of cum flowed into my mouth as I focused on swallowing it all. I felt as if I was going to puke at one moment, but thankfully I didn’t.

After the flow of cum subsided, she told me to get on the bed and lay down on my back with the back of my head over the side of the bed. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and began using them to scoop the remaining cum on my cheeks and chin into my mouth. She said, “Get all of it Tiny.” She then placed the rings on my chest and told me to stay put. She left the room for several minutes, and then opened the door just an inch and told me to close my eyes. I could hear her standing over me as i wondered what was next. She told me to open my eyes and I looked up to see the head of a dildo just inches from my face. It was connected to a strap on harness around her waist. She said, “All of those years you have face fucked me like this because it turned you on, but I want you to see how it feels now. Open up!” I opened my mouth and she stuck the head of the dildo inside of my mouth. She said, "Let me give you a few tips about how to deep throat. You just relax your jaw and let it slide down your throat.” She worked the dildo deeper and deeper into my mouth until I started to gag. She said, “Your not relaxing your jaw.” She pinched my nose, which caused me to gasp for air, and she rammed the full length of the the dildo into my throat. She said, “Now you've got it.” I felt sick as all of Scott’s cum was sloshing around in my stomach as she was thrusting the dildo in and out of my throat.

Thrusting the dildo in and out of my throat, she said, “In case you haven’t realized, I have lost all respect for you as a man. Your pathetic desire to be cuckolded and humiliated has caused me to change my opinion of the man that I married. I find your desire to drink another man’s cum repulsive, and I'm not attracted to you anymore.” I focused on my breathing as she continued to thrust the dildo down my throat, making it sore.

"I have fallen in love with Scott, and I want him to be the man in my life. He knows how to take care of me and please me, and I can’t put up with your sick, perverted, cuckold fetish anymore." She thrusted the dildo hard into my throat with each word, "sick, perverted, cuckold, fetish” She pulled the dildo out of my mouth and and I gasped for air for several moments.

"I have moved all of your clothes into the closet and dresser in this room and your things from the bathroom into the spare bathroom. You are no longer welcome in my bedroom anymore. It belongs to Scott and I now, and it is off limits to you."

"I have filed for separation from you and, after the mandatory waiting period, I will file for divorce. You can stay in the house until the divorce is final, but we are not husband and wife anymore. You will respect my privacy, you will not see me naked, and you will most surely never ever fuck me with that pathetic little dick again. Take a good look at this beautiful naked body, because it will be the last time you ever see it.” Tears ran down my cheeks as she said the words.

I said, “Wait, can’t we talk about this?” She said, “No, there is nothing that you can say that will change my mind. I was happy being your wife for over 25 years, but you had to bring this sick fantasy into our marriage. I am thankful that I met a real man like Scott as a result of it, but I certainly have not enjoyed catering to your sick cuckold fantasies. Goodbye you sick fuck.” She turned and walked out the door.

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, my throat sore from the face-fucking. Tears ran down my face as the severity of the situation set in. My wife of over 25 years, who now had a body that looked better than ever, had left me for another man. It was clearly obvious that I was the cause of the problems that led to her decision. I had no one else to blame. I was 100% responsible for where I was. That sick, jealous feeling in the pit of my stomach was back and this time it was going to stay.

[bystander]

Wow. Even in a cuckold relationship there is trust and respect. She asked for you to trust her and she would run things. The fantasy had two major flaws: communication and a heartless bitch. In the fantasy you should have communicated sooner, more often, and stopped things you weren't comfortable with - you may have given her the green light but that doesn't mean you had to participate with her in ways you weren't comfortable. Secondly, someone that turns into a cold heartless bitch inflicting that kind of humiliation and pain to someone they supposedly loved for 25 years is someone that had major issues to begin with that I am surprised you never saw before. Doesn't do much for the pain but good riddance. In the long run her body will fade quicker since she is older already, Scott will probably cheat on her since he had no problem sleeping with someone else's wife to begin with and she will end up alone and miserable in her golden years. Your best retaliation is to draw out the divorce to drain their money and put an early strain on their relationship then move on to find someone worthy of your love and respect. Hopefully your fantasy taught you some good lessons that you can use to live out your life with the right person. Sad painful ending. Thanks for sharing.

[cuck_curious]

I woke up feeling sick in the middle of the night, and I felt like I was going to puke. I got out of bed and it took a moment to register that I was in the spare bedroom and not our bedroom. I stumbled into the bathroom and kneeled in front of the toilet as I started puking. I looked in the toilet to see all of Scott’s cum, and I was now disgusted by the thought of swallowing 37 loads of Scott’s cum from my wife’s pussy. What made me ever get turned on by the thought of tasting his cum in her pussy? I walked back into the spare bedroom. I didn’t even know what a life without my wife would look like.

I came home from work the next day to see Scott unloading his things from his car in the driveway. I went upstairs to the spare bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. I just stared out the window as I contemplated what I would do. I never imagined that my wife and I would split up. I went out to get some dinner and came home and went right to sleep. The emotional drain of all of this had exhausted me.

Scott was there all of the time, except for when he was at work. I had a front-row seat to watch their relationship grow and deepen. She acted so differently now, more outgoing and full of energy. Her and Scott had lengthy conversations over their dinners (which I was not welcome at) about all kinds of topics. I usually hung out in my room, but I would mostly eat pre-packaged microwave meals after they finished.

They were getting ready to go somewhere on Saturday morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast by myself. They ran out the front door to enjoy their day, when my wife came back inside to get her sunglasses, which were on the table next to me. She had on a pair of shorts and a shirt that accentuated the curves of her body. I took advantage of the brief moment that we had alone with each other, and I said, “Do you ever see a possibility that things work out between us?” She paused and said, “My love for Scott is growing every day, and my marriage with you is fading from my memory at the same time. I just don’t have any feelings for you anymore.” She grabbed her sunglasses and I watched her long legs as she briskly walked towards the front door.

I would sometimes sit in the living room while they watched TV, but I didn’t engage in any conversation with them. It was like I was living alone. Their conversations in front of me were as though I wasn’t there. They would openly talk about their feelings for each other, saying that they loved one another, and they openly flirted and talked about how hot their bedroom activities would be later in the evening. I originally thought that she was saying these things to make me leave the room, but it was obvious when she wanted me to do that. She would say things to Scott like, “Remember when I had that pathetic husband who used to drink your cum? What kind of sick bastard allows his wife to feed him another man’s cum?” or “I am so glad that I decided to leave that little-dicked loser, and that I found you."

[bystander]

Even from the depths of despair it's not hard to imagine several directions for the perfect fantasy at this point. For instance, Scott having a life altering accident (paralyzed from the waist down or equipment no longer functional). I wonder what she would do then?

Similarly, what would she do if she had early onset menopause and her sex drive plummeted? More precisely, what would Scott do if she was no longer interested in sex?

What would she do if Scott switched jobs or started coming home from work late? After all, now that Scott manipulated her into going through all the surgery to please him and got her to ditch her husband, where's the thrill and excitement for the alpha? Sounds like it's time for him to move on to newer and greener pastures, leaving wifey in his wake.

Paybacks for mistakes in judgment when taking things too far aren't solely the domain of the cuckold. After all, in the beginning all you asked for was a threesome with another man. Your wife was the one who pushed the situation. Or more likely, she unwittingly fell prey to a master manipulator alpha when she was initially attracted to, and picked Scott for the threesome.

Now that Scott has moved into the house and has your wife in the palm of his hand he could have all kinds of fun (draining you and your wives finances, introducing another woman to their relationship and marginalizing your wife). The possibilities are almost endless. Who would she turn to then?

[OOAA]

Congratulations for this excellent story!!!!

[wingman]

Well written story it is. For my taste, u lost me when she. Lost respect for her hubby. I'm just a sucker for happy endings (both kinds. Lol). Hope ur "perfect" ends up with a positive outcome for you.

[cuck_curious]

As the weeks went on, I began to pick up the pieces of my life from the implosion of my marriage. While I accepted that I tipped off the time bomb that exploded by suggesting to my wife that we invite another man into our bedroom, my wife was responsible for her behavior towards me. Regardless of how sick and twisted she felt my fantasy was (It was pretty twisted, actually), she chose to treat me with such disrespect that I didn't deserve after 25 years of marriage.

While I enjoyed several aspects of cuckolding, the verbal humiliation most times, the angst when she was out or having sex with Scott, the glow that she had with her confidence and self-esteem boost, I found that I didn't like all of it. I hated the feeling of being ignored and a lesser man than Scott. I also didn't like the harsh verbal humiliation or the denial of sex. I wish that I had stood my ground earlier on in the journey.

I began hanging out with friends after work, and going to the gym in the evenings. It felt refreshing to focus on myself for a change, and I could see my self-esteem start to come up from the depths of where it was after she announced that she was leaving me for Scott. I also started traveling out of town on the weekends, visiting old friends and family. It was so good to get out of that environment of watching the relationship between her and Scott grow.

As 4 months or so went by, I could see the effects of my life changes. I lost about 20 pounds and I was bulking up with the daily workout routine at the gym. I even caught my wife checking me out once when I was outside on the deck without a shirt on one afternoon. I started to look beyond a post-divorce world, and think about what part of the city I wanted to live, or maybe it was time to relocate to another state altogether.

My new, stress-free life was short lived though. I came home one Saturday evening to find my wife sobbing on the couch. I contemplated walking upstairs to my bedroom without asking any questions, but I wasn't sure if there was a death in the family or something. I sat in a chair and asked her what happened. She replied, "Scott broke up with me!" I leaped for joy inside as I thought to myself "What comes around, goes around." She said, "I don't expect you to feel bad for me, after the things that I said and did to you." I remained silent. She continued, "He decided that he needed someone who doesn't have as much baggage as I do." I replied, "Someone younger?" She said, "I think so. In fact, I think that he already is seeing someone else."

I listened to her cry for several minutes and said, "Do you have someone that you can talk to about this?" She stopped crying, and said, "Not really. Our relationship didn't really start in the normal way, so most of my friends don't know a lot about Scott. All they know is that you and I are getting divorced."

We sat in awkward silence for several minutes, and then she said "Have you eaten dinner yet? I was planning on ordering Chinese, and I can order for you if you want." I paused, thinking about the slippery slope that just appeared in front of me. This was a woman who left me for another man, and hadn't spoken more than 10 sentences to me in the last 4 months. On the other hand, she wouldn't be going through this right now if I hadn't asked her to bring another man into our relationship. Dammit! She made me swallow 37 loads of her boyfriend's cum and throat-fucked me with a strap-on dildo as she told me that she was leaving me to be with him! She deserved to deal with this alone just like I had to 4 months ago.

She looked at me with the take-out menu in her hand, waiting for my answer.

[bystander]

You’ve already realized you made a huge mistake allowing your wife to call all the shots with the cuckolding and you have made some decisions about how to be happy and move on with your life post-marriage. It’s obvious, however, that you loved her and still have deep feelings for her, so be the bigger person. You could always tell her:

“A few months ago I made a mistake when I shared my innermost feelings and entrusted to you my heart and well-being. You told me that if I trusted you that you would try to accommodate my wishes but that you got to call all the shots, so I allowed you to chart my future. You even said that you would stop having sex with other men at any time if either of us wanted to, and that we needed to communicate frequently about how we each felt about that. What you then did, however, was systematically set about to establish a relationship with another man that you fell in love with and then used that relationship in a way that was cruel, humiliating, and demeaning to a level and in ways that I would not subject another living soul, much less someone I was supposed to have loved and cared about for 25 years. You also completely ignored my pleas to end the relationship that you promised you would when asked. The speed and level to which you disrespected and turned on me left me reeling. To subject me to a final humiliation on, of all days, my birthday, was beyond comprehension. While I can’t trust or allow you into my heart again, you were, until recently, my whole world and I can’t bear to see you in such pain. I’m not going to lie and tell you that Scott being gone doesn’t bring me a certain degree of satisfaction since I no longer have to deal with the two of you constantly trying to rub your relationship in my face. On the other hand, while I obviously do not want to talk about your problems with Scott, I won’t turn my back on you. I am here for you and will help you in any way possible until your divorce petition is granted and I move on with my life. So, yes, I would be happy to have dinner with you and keep you company for the evening if that would make you feel better, but I can’t be your shoulder to cry as you ruminate on your failed relationship with Scott, and I will no longer deal with your complete and total disrespect of me as a person.”

Telling her this doesn’t necessarily mean that you will never deal with her again since we all have our moments of weakness and she will no doubt try to latch onto you as a means of support while she comes to terms with her loss. What it does attempt to do is serve notice that the days of her calling all the shots as they pertain to your happiness are over. You need to stand firm with a personal resolution that you walk away each and every time she returns to her disrespectful ways. In your story you say that it is still your fantasy to be humiliated but that you have issues with some of the ways your wife was doing it. What this really means is that you are pretty much screwed since it is obvious she can’t be trusted to stick by what she says and your cuckold desires result in you ultimately having no backbone to hold her to her promises. Good thing it’s fantasy and not reality our you would end up in a mental health facility.

[stellers26]

Pathetic. Really your perfect fantasy? Hope you get it, you deserve to have your wish fulfilled.

[pwsub]

Pathetic. Really your perfect fantasy? Hope you get it, you deserve to have your wish fulfilled.

Why read it and criticise, we all have our own fetishes, that is why we are here, if you don't like this one, just don't read it, we don't need your moralising

[watchinu]

should be called My Perfect Train Wreck-- self destructive would only be putting it mildly, better stick to reading only Redbook or Cosmopolitan....

[Out4fungirl]

Pathetic. Really your perfect fantasy? Hope you get it, you deserve to have your wish fulfilled.

No, this comment is pathetic.