My Perfect Fantasy

[cuck_curious]

If I could have the perfect fantasy, it would be like this.


After months of convincing, my wife finally agreed to a threesome with another man! She found someone that she knew from where she used to work, and tonight was the night that it was going to happen. I always had fantasies about being cuckolded, and this was going to be a test for me to see if I liked it.

She was more nervous than I was, and we both tried to make idle conversation during dinner. The doorbell rang around 8 p.m. and she introduced me to Scott. He was younger, taller, and better built than me. We had some conversation in the living room where we got to know each other, and eventually moved upstairs to the bedroom.

My wife was the last to get undressed, and she was noticeably having second thoughts. I assured her that we could stop if she wanted to, and she began to relax. I noticed that Scott’s cock was bigger than mine as he moved to the bed and began caressing my wife’s naked body. I watched the 2 of them explore each others’ bodies as my dick became hard. I kneeled on the floor watching this unfold and began stroking my dick.

Scott moved up and entered my wife, and I saw her eyes open wide and her mouth open as she had done so many times with me. That initial rush of pleasure that she gets whenever I enter her is obvious in her facial expression. Scott began working the length of his cock into her, and my wife responded to each of his thrusts with her hips. After several minutes, all of Scott’s cock was inside of her, and she was making noises that I never heard her make during sex. She turned her head to me at 1 point and said “His cock feels so good."

They both came after several minutes and we all were quiet, taking in what we had just experienced. My wife then asked me if I could get her some water, and I headed downstairs. When I returned, she and Scott were laying next to each other and talking. She got up and motioned for me to join her in the hallway. She closed the door behind us and said, “Would you mind if I had some time alone with Scott?” I immediately felt a pang of jealousy and explained that I wanted to have a threesome instead. She said “I felt awkward having you there when I began feeling sensations that I never felt before.” I said that I understood, but that I was feeling a bit jealous and maybe I could be inside of her. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You don’t understand, I need Scott’s big cock inside of me again.” I realized that my cuckold fantasy had moved to reality very much faster than I ever thought, and I didn’t object anymore. How much better could Scott be than me?

She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek before going back into our bedroom. I could hear my heart beating as silence filled the hallway, and I began to hear them having sex after a few minutes. The waves of jealousy were overwhelming as I listened to wife respond to another man in ways that she never had with me. I wanted all of this to end and go back to the way it was before. I looked down and saw that my dick was rock-hard, and I reached down and began stroking……..

[cuck_curious]

I stood there in the hallway stroking my dick, listening to my wife moaning in ecstasy just a few feet away on the other side of the door. I continued to pump my hand faster and tried to imagine the expression on her face as she was making those noises. I felt the point of no return approaching, and by chance, I turned my head to see a picture hanging on the wall of the 2 of us on our honeymoon 25 years ago. This was what I was looking at as I came.

Almost immediately, I began to focus on the reality of the situation. I didn't want to hear them having sex anymore and I walked downstairs to get away from the noises. I sat down and my mind started racing with thoughts about how this would turn out. Her words played over and over in my head. “You don’t understand, I need Scott’s big cock inside of me again.” She didn't say "want", she said "need." The look on her face said it all. She was driven by a primal urge at that moment. I could have threatened her with divorce right then and there, and she was not going to change her mind. The pleasure that she received from Scott was more important to her than our marriage at that moment.

Would she continue to see Scott? I think that I already knew the answer to that question. Would Scott become her boyfriend, and I would just have to deal with that? Would she stop having sex with me because Scott wanted her to? Or worse, because she no longer wants to have sex with me? Would she fall in love with Scott? Would she eventually leave me for Scott? There is more to a relationship than sex, but look how quickly she made sex with Scott a priority. Man, I really didn't think this thing through!

I thought about all of those years looking at cuckold porn. I jerked off watching porn stars tell men that they were little-dicked losers as they got fucked by a massive cock and then forcing them to lick his cum from their pussy. I mustered the courage to tell my wife about this fantasy, and I even convinced her to role play the fantasy in our bedroom several times. She told me that she did that because she knew that I wanted her to, and she did not get turned on by it. I read cuckold discussion boards and did things that I knew would improve her self-esteem and confidence, all hoping that she would start to get turned on by the role play. I figured that if she got into the role play, we would both get what we want.

I remember watching an amateur cuckold porn video, called "Second Thoughts", where the man filmed his girl have sex with another man. At one point, he could be heard saying, "I don't know about this, I'm starting to have second thoughts." She looked at him and said something like What are you talking about?, and then went back to fucking the other man again after a moment. I could hear the frustration in his voice from behind the camera, saying "Oh man" and sighing as his girl ignored his concerns and kept fucking the other man. I sat there in my living room, and I realized that I was in the same position as that guy. Sure, I read all of those "be careful what you wish for" posts in the discussion boards, but all I wanted to do was get off hearing my wife talk about how sex with another man was better than sex with me. Why the fuck does that turn me on anyways?

I thought about what part of that fantasy gets me off, and I realized that it was the humiliation that I felt from hearing from the woman that I love that she is satisfied better by another man. Exactly what was happening right now! “You don’t understand, I need Scott’s big cock inside of me again.” Those words hit me in the gut, and yet they also turned me on too.

I walked back upstairs and stopped in the hallway by our bedroom door, and they were obviously on round 3 now. Damn those younger guys, I used to be able to go 3 times in a night too! I took my dick out and began stroking it again. My wife said, "Grab my hips!" He must be taking her from behind because she has told me that before when I was taking her from behind. I could her her screams as I heard their bodies slapped together with each thrust. She told me once that we are making love when I am on top of her, but sometimes she gets so horny that she has to roll over because she needs me to fuck her instead. Scott was definitely fucking her, and for much longer than I could ever last. I remember seeing her face in the mirror once when I was fucking her from behind. It was amazing! I stood outside the door stroking my dick faster, imagining that I was in front of her seeing her face as Scott was fucking her from behind. I quickly came.

[Samanthasman]

You cum... You have moments of doubt and regret... You get hard... You want more...

Yeah, that's pretty much how it works

[Chrischase036]

Hi...My name is Scott... how can I assist?

[cuck_curious]

Ha! It sounds like my wife is getting addicted to your cock in there.

[Bnc63]

You cum... You have moments of doubt and regret... You get had... You want more...

Yeah, that's pretty much how it works

You've captured exactly how I've felt many time Samsman!

[cuck_curious]

After I came, I waited a few moments until the noises stopped from inside the bedroom. I stood in silence, contemplating what to do. It seemed weird to knock on my own bedroom door, but I wanted to respect her wishes. I slowly began to turn the doorknob, planning to peek to see if it was okay to come in. The doorknob stopped turning after it moved a little bit, and I realized that the door was locked! I stood in shock for a few moments, wondering what was she trying to tell me by locking the door. I eventually went downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.

I awoke the next morning to voices and it seemed that Scott was leaving. I sat up and saw Scott kiss my wife before leaving. I watched her respond to his kiss like she did to mine when we were younger, their tongues intertwining in each other's mouths. Scott then left without even acknowledging me.

My wife and I talked a bit, and I told her about the feelings that I had. The jealousy, but sexual excitement from the evening. I said that I was coming to terms with the fact that I wanted to be cuckolded, but not always liking that I want to be cuckolded. My wife wasn't familiar with what that meant, so I explained that I got turned on by the humiliation of her showing and telling me that sex with another man is better than sex with me. She understood, but said that she needed time to process everything that happened.

The next day, my wife approached me with an idea. She would explore having sex with other men, mainly Scott for now, and she would fulfill my cuckold desires. She said that based upon the other night with Scott, that there might be some truth to her future comments about how Scott is in bed compared to me. Her only stipulation was that she calls the shots on the fantasy and I do not. She 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. However, the details of my cuckold experience would be her decision and not mine. I knew that I was signing a blank check when I said yes.

[Squirming69]

Delightful fantasy....

[cuck_curious]

My wife continued with discussing the ground rules. “First, let’s talk about the obvious rule. If either one of us wants me to stop having sex with other men, the other person will not object.” I said, “That sounds good to me.” “Now, let’s talk about the cuckolding part. That seems to be the most complicated. I’ve been reading about cuckolding today, and I found some of it to be pretty disturbing. I need to find out how much of a pervert you are first. It seems that humiliation is the underlying theme of cuckolding.” I agreed. “And humiliation turns you on?” I said, “I know, it sounds weird, but yes, it does.” “Okay, then one rule that I doubt you will object to is that I get to have sex with whomever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want.” I said “No objections here.” She went on, “And I hated it when you wore a condom when we were younger, so no condoms. Obviously, there will need to be testing for STDs first, just like we did with Scott."

We began discussing the details of cuckolding after that. and I thought to myself, “Details, I’m still trying to accept that I am a cuckold!” She started asking me a series of questions.

“Do you want me to tell you that you do not please me in bed?” I said, “Yes, please."

“Do you want me to tell you that you dick is too small?” Once again, “Yes."

“Do you want me to tell you about the details of the sex that I have with other men?” “Do you want to watch?” All yes.

“Do you want to lick me clean after I have had sex with another man?” I hesitated, then said “Yes.” She went on, “I personally do not know if I can degrade you like that.” I said, “Look honey, we will just have to see where this takes us. Right now, I cannot see any type of verbal humiliation that I would not object to.”

She said, “Do you have any questions?” I asked why she locked the bedroom door when she was with Scott, to which she replied, “I’m not really sure. I half-expected you to barge through the door and put your foot down. I was shocked when you agreed to let me be alone with Scott. What did you end up doing after I went back into the bedroom?” I told her that I jerked off listening to her and Scott and then went downstairs. She shook her head back in forth slowly with a disappointed look on her face. “I see that I didn’t have anything to worry about it. Do you want to hear what happened?” I replied, I’m dying to know!"

She said “First I want to start off on the right foot. And, I really mean the right foot.” I looked at her with a confused face. “I want you to get down on your knees and begin sucking and cleaning the toes on my right foot.” I glanced down at her feet and realized that she was now using my foot fetish as part of this experience. I slowly dropped to me knees and began taking her sandal off. She said, “That’s good, now I will tell you what happened while you get to work.” I got comfortable on the floor as I could see that I would be doing this for a while.

“Other than you, Scott is the first man who has been inside of me in over 25 years. Just having a different size cock inside of me caused new sensations, and you saw that his cock is bigger than yours.” I sucked her big toe as I heard her talk. “After Scott and I were alone, I gave him a blowjob. This is where I really noticed the difference in size between you two. Scott then took me in his arms and kissed my neck and my breasts. When he put the head of his cock inside of me again, I was on cloud nine. His cock rubbed my G-spot with so much pressure, that I was moaning uncontrollably." I sucked her toes as I took all of this in. The jealousy was sneaking back into my gut, and I recognized it from the other night. I listened to the rest of the details, noticing how happy she was recalling the night.

I sat on the floor, massaging her feet, as I said, “I’m glad that he gave you so much pleasure. You deserve to be fulfilled in bed.” She said, “Thank you dear. I was always satisfied with you in bed, and I am still processing the idea that I can have more sexual fulfillment. I felt so alive when Scott was inside of me.” She must have seen the pang of jealousy that her comment caused in me. She said, “I’m sorry. It’s not that you are bad in bed, it’s just that Scott is better than you are.” She paused and then winked. I felt better that she was thinking of me.

She asked me to rub her clit shortly after we got into bed that night, and I was able to make her orgasm after 10-15 minutes. I felt better about my bedroom skills as I heard the sounds of her orgasm. I began to climb on top of her to enter her as I had done countless times before during her orgasm. She cupped her hand over her pussy and held me close as her orgasm subsided. I waited in the silence for her to speak, and she finally did after what seemed to be an eternity. "You do not get to put your little dick inside of me without my permission." I hovered above her for a moment, hard cock in my hand, taking in the reality of the moment. I said, "May I please put my cock inside of you?" She said "Not tonight. I will let you know when you are allowed inside of me again." I slowly rolled off of her and laid on my side of the bed as I processed the feelings that I was having. For the first time in over 25 years, she got off and I didn't. My hard cock stood there waiting as she rolled on her side to go to sleep. Is this how she felt when I only brought enough game for a quickie in the past? My cock remained hard as I tried to go to sleep. I kept playing over in my head her words about how sex with Scott was the other night. What did I get myself into?

[cuck_curious]

We both got back into our workweek routine on Monday, and thankfully work occupied my mind most of the day. My wife and Scott texted each other an unbelievable amount of times as she acted like a giggly teenager who had a new boyfriend. I asked what was subject was causing so many text messages, to which she replied that they were flirting with each other. In the middle of the week, I initiated sex after we went to bed. We went through our usual foreplay routine, and I rubbed her clit until she had an orgasm. Her pussy felt amazing as I entered her and she made that small gasp and opened her eyes. Was it my imagination, or was her reaction to Scott entering her more than what it was just now? My focus quickly shifted back to the pleasure of being inside my wife. It felt so good, and it had been 5 days since I was last inside her. Unfortunately, I felt myself beginning to cum after only a few seconds. I tried to stop it, but it was too late. I grunted loudly as I shot my load inside of her. My wife said "Ugh!" and rolled her eyes. I said, "I'm sorry. I haven't been inside of you since last Thursday, and everything that happened last Friday night got me too turned on." She said, "whatever" and rolled over to go to sleep. I laid there thinking if she was feeling the same way I was the other night, with unfulfilled sexual needs.

During dinner the next night, we were discussing plans for the weekend, and she told me that she and Scott were making plans to see each other again. She said, "I think that I want to go on a romantic date, and flirt through dinner and perhaps drinks, and then I want him to take me to a hotel afterwards." I said, "Honey, I feel really bad about what happened in bed last night. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and I did not do that last night." She replied, "Not even close." I said, "Scott can fulfill your needs this weekend” to which she smiled “I know that he can fulfill my needs!”

We went to bed on Friday night, and I was visibly stroking myself as she got into bed. She said, “Stop touching that little thing, you’re not going to do anything with that tonight.” She continued, “But we can try a little experiment. Put your hands by your side and don’t move them.” I did and she said “okay, let’s get started.” She moved her mouth next to my ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to feel Scott’s big cock inside of me tomorrow night.” My dick twitched as I got harder. She said, “I see that turns you on.” She then whispered, “Your little dick doesn’t deserve to be inside of me tonight.” Another twitch. “I need a real man’s cock inside of me, not your pathetic excuse for a dick.” Again, another twitch. “I want you to imagine Scott fucking me way better than you ever could, the loud noises that I am making, to look of lust in my eyes. Things that you have never seen or heard when your little dick is inside of me.” Twitch, twitch. She said, “I think that I am beginning to understand your level of perversion now." She kissed me and rolled over to go to sleep.

She looked beautiful as she left on Saturday night for her date with Scott. Wearing a dress and heels, she was giddy with anticipation. I said, “When will you be home?” She quieted me by placing her finger over my lips. Her perfume smelled so good as I began to get hard just being this close to her right now. “No questions. Tonight is about me, not you. However, I’m sure that Scott and I will be busy in the hotel all night and into tomorrow morning.” And with that, off she went. I heard her heels clicking down the driveway as she briskly walked to her car.

The jealousy came back asI was left alone to let my mind run wild. I tried to imagine what was going on during their date. He was probably wining and dining her right now, making her feel special. All of the end-game scenarios played out in my head as a bad feeling took hold in my gut. I could see her sitting me down one day, telling me that she has fallen in love with Scott and that she is leaving me for him. I would live my life alone, knowing that my fucked-up fantasy set the wheels in motion to drive my wife into another man’s arms.

My phone lit up a while later with a text message. I picked it up and saw it was from my wife. “Scott went to the bathroom and I am thinking about you. Thank you for your love and for having the courage to not stop me from enjoying myself tonight. I’m sure that it took a lot to watch me leave tonight. Love you lots!” My jealousy evaporated as I read the text.

I went to bed just before midnight, and I laid in bed alone, missing my wife laying next to me. That now familiar feeling started again in my stomach, as I imagined the 2 of them in a hotel room having hot, passionate sex. I stroked my cock recalling how she looked when I watched her and Scott fucking, and and I came quickly, and then a huge wave of jealousy came over me. I wanted to jump out of bed, go to the hotel, and bring my wife home. I just wanted her to myself again. I had trouble sleeping all night and finally drifted off sometime after 3 a.m.

[Anns_boyfriend]

Great Fantasy, Enjoying the read

[becontree2001uk]

Thanks for sharing! This is one hot story, the only thing that would make it better is if your wife is impregnated by her lover with your permission -like the ultimate cuckold you want to be

[cuck_curious]

I awoke in the morning and immediately felt the effects of the poor night’s sleep. I rolled over and looked at the clock. 8:17. I picked up my phone, but there were no new text messages. The house was quiet and I laid there thinking about when she could possibly be coming home.

My wife returned home just before noon, wearing the same dress and heels as the night before. I guess that they stayed in the hotel until they had to check out. She went upstairs to change her clothes, and then came downstairs. I asked her how it was, and she told me that she had an amazing night. She said that she would share the details later in the day when I was in the right frame of mind. I thought to myself, What did that mean? The phone interrupted our conversation, and she began talking with her friend from work.

I went upstairs to get something from our bedroom, and I paused as I passed by the laundry hamper. I opened the lid and saw her bra and a pair of lacy silk panties on top of the pile of clothes inside. I reached in and picked up the panties, inspecting the crotch. The crotch was damp and had a white stain in the middle of the damp area. This was Scott’s cum that leaked out! They must have had sex just before leaving the hotel this morning. I raised the crotch to my nose and smelled the familiar smell of my wife’s pussy when she is wet. Without really thinking, I tuck my tongue out to taste the white stain. It was semi-dry, and tasted salty. I paused for a moment and then stuck the entire crotch in my mouth and tasted all of the wetness. I began stroking myself as I sucked on the crotch and tasted their sex. I stopped before cumming, as I wanted to save that for her later if I had the opportunity to be inside of her. I put the panties back in the laundry hamper.

I took a nap later in the afternoon, waking just before dinner. We had dinner together, talking about normal topics that didn’t include Scott. She took me upstairs after dinner, had me remove all of my clothes and lay on the bed. She sat down next to me, but did not remove any of her clothes. She methodically talked through the process that was going to happen. She said, “I am going to touch you while telling you all of the details about my night with Scott. If you show signs that you are about to cum, I will stop talking until you are ready to be touched again. If you cum, I will stop talking period. Any questions?”

She wet the tip of her index finger and traced the outline of the head. Hoy shit! I was going to cum before she started talking. She said, “Scott and I had a wonderful dinner. We sat and got to know each other over drinks, and he has experienced so much in his life. I felt like I had missed out on so many things, listening to him speak about his travels.” I concentrated on my level of arousal the entire time. "We went to the hotel and had a few drinks in the bar, talking more about our lives. We went to the room later in the evening, and he immediately undressed me and began kissing me deep. It was so passionate! We stood there as he kissed that spot on my neck, and I felt goose bumps all over my body.” I was having trouble containing myself, she saw it, and stopped touching me. We sat there in the silence for a few moments, before she started again. She continued to tell me about she gave him a blowjob and he licked her pussy. I was having difficulty and she stopped again for several minutes. She started again and told me about how amazing Scott’s cock felt as he entered her and began to slowly move in and out. I was on the brink and she quickly stopped. I thought that it was going to be fine for a brief second but then realized that it was too late. My dick twitched in the air as cum dribbled out the end and ran down the shaft. I could see myself cumming, but it didn’t feel like I was cumming. In fact, it felt pretty frustrating. I looked in shock as I got no pleasure from my orgasm, and my wife sighed. She said, “So disappointing. You didn’t even last that long.” She got up and went into the bathroom. I laid there wondering what the hell just happened (which I read online the next day, it was a “ruined orgasm.” What a sadistic thing).

She returned to the bedroom several minutes later, texting on her phone. She looked at me and said, “I am going to meet Scott for a quick drink for an hour or so.” The jealousy was immediate and overwhelming. I pleaded with her, “Please stay home with me tonight. I need to know that you still love me and aren’t going to leave me.” She said, “You are pathetic. Look at yourself laying there with your little dick covered in your cum. I had hour after hour of sex with a real man last night, and you couldn’t last 5 minutes with me touching that pathetic little dick of yours.” She turned and started walking out of the bedroom. I said, “Please don’t go, I need you!” She said, “Have you had all of the humiliation that you can handle?” I said “Yes!” She said “Good. Now you know that I am in control of your simple-minded cuckold fantasy, and not you.” She walked out of the bedroom and I heard the front door close a moment later.

I laid there in my own cum feeling a new level of shame and jealousy that I never felt before in my life. I looked up, contemplating my situation, and recapped the events of the past week in my head. What started as a simple threesome had turned into a full blown cuckolding. I had no idea if she loved me anymore or if she was disgusted by my desire to be humiliated. Or maybe she was enjoying the humiliation and I was going to become some sort of cuckold slave to her. Either way, she had a look in her eyes as she talked about Scott. It looked like she was falling for him, and that scared me. I felt a tear run down my cheek as the sick feeling in my stomach got worse and worse.

She came home some time late that night, and I was sleeping as she got into bed. We slept separately all night, no cuddling. I fell back asleep, probably from exhaustion of the poor sleep the night before, but feeling the sick feeling in my stomach the whole night.

I showered and got ready for work while she still slept. She met me downstairs later while I was eating breakfast. She said "I am going in late to the office because I was out so late last night.” I tried to engage in normal conversation with her, but it was so hard. She said, “Did I push you outside of your humiliation comfort zone last night?” I said “Yes” She said, “See, I was able to do that with you performing any of those degrading acts that you mentioned.” She looked at me and winked. My chin dropped and I realized that she did all of that for my benefit. Here I thought that I was losing my wife, and she was trying to give me the pleasure that I asked her for.

Seeing the look on my face, she said “I have been reading a lot about cuckolding and I know exactly what goes on inside that little head of yours when I walk out the door to see Scott.” I said, “You do?” She said, “Yep, and I put a lot of effort into creating that experience for you last night.” I said, “I love you.” and she replied, “I love you too, and I just want to make you happy.” I said, “Where do we go from here?” She replied, “Just sit back and enjoy the ride little hubby.”

I felt so good as I drove to work that morning. My wife was in total control, and I loved it. In just 1 week, she had progressed from a nervous wife, willing to try a threesome, to a hotwife who was cuckolding me. In just 12 hours, she was able to take me to the point that I felt like I was losing her for good to feeling like I married the most awesome woman in the world.

[cuck_curious]

I came home from work and settled down on the couch after dinner to watch some TV. My wife sat next to me and said “My feet are killing me from walking in heels all day.” I joked that it probably wasn’t that bad, but asked if she wanted a foot rub. Obviously miffed, she went upstairs and returned with a pair of heels and handed them to me. “Put these on, and do the dinner dishes.” I stared at her for a second, and then said “What?” She continued, “Since you think that it’s not that bad, you are going to wear these heels tonight and then rub my feet while wearing them.” I stammered, “I don’t even know how to walk in high heels.” She said, “You don’t have a choice.” I said, what do you mean?” She replied, “I’m the hotwife and you are the cuckold. I think we both know what that means."

I took the shoes from her hand and started to put them on. She held out her hand and helped me get up off the couch. I stood there, feeling unstable and noticeably taller than her. She said, “Now go do the dishes.” I slowly started walking into the kitchen, holding on to things along the way so that I didn’t fall down. I washed the dishes and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen in about 15 minutes. I came back into the living room and my feet were is such pain! I prepared to sit down and she said, “Oh no. You haven’t been on your feet in those heels long enough. I want you to go outside and walk to the end of the street and back.” “I said, but what if someone sees me?” She said, “Calm down little hubby, it’s dark outside and not many people walk outside when it’s this cold." I walked to the closet, grabbed my coat and went to the front door.

I stepped outside and paused to see if I could see anyone. I didn’t see anyone, and I thought to myself, “Just get this over with.” I started walking down the driveway to the sidewalk. I realized that it was taking forever to walk to the end of the street. I decided that I would just stop if I saw anyone, or heck I could take the damn things off. How would she know? It was then, that I heard a car horn honk behind me. I quickly turned around to see my wife’s car on the street behind me. She pulled up next to me and said, “How do those feet feel know?” She laughed as she pulled away and drove down the street. I made it all of the way down to the end of the street and back, but it took me over 30 minutes! She was sitting in the middle of our living room on a kitchen chair, and told me to come sit on the floor at her feet.

I sat down and she said, "I bet that you won’t make any comments the next time you hear me complain about my feet hurting." I said, “Can I take them off now?” She said, “Absolutely not.” She lifted her foot off the carpet and said, “You can massage my feet while I relax and watch TV.” I sat there on the floor, rubbing her feet, and I began thinking about what was going on here. I had mistakenly slipped into my old mindset when I sat down on the couch earlier. The mindset of I come first and she comes second. She was a hotwife now, and her pleasure was important now. Sure, that definition applies to her sexual pleasure, but it also extended to other areas of our life, like when she complains her feet are hurting.

[cuck_curious]

She was to go on a date with Scott on Saturday night, and I was doing things around the house that afternoon before her date in the evening. I thought to myself, cuckolds still have to do things that regular husbands do, like fixing things around the house. It’s just that their sex life is different.

She called me from upstairs and she was laying naked on the bed when I stepped into the bedroom. She said, “I want to be clean shaven tonight, and need to shave before I take a shower.” Having done this as a form of foreplay in the past, I quickly got the electric trimmer, razor and shaving cream. I got on the bed and got to work. It dawned on me that this was the closest look that I had at my wife’s pussy in over 2 weeks. I took my time, admiring her beautiful pussy as I shaved it. Noticing my infatuation, she said “Take a good look at it, because Scott’s big cock will be inside of it in a few hours.”

I imagined being up close, watching Scott’s cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her stretched pussy trying to hold on to his fat cock as he pulled back after each thrust. My dick grew harder and harder thinking about it. I noticed a slight bit of wetness forming on her pussy lips, and I said, “What are you thinking about?” She laughed and said, “Just thinking about how good it felt to melt in Scott’s muscular arms as he kissed me last weekend.” I felt a pang of jealousy come on. I wanted her to crave being with his big cock, not melting in his arms like a scene from some romantic movie. I finished shaving her and laid down next to her.

She said, “I think that you should shave me each time before I go out with Scott. It will symbolize that my pussy will belong to him for that time.” I said, “Ok, but remember that it belongs to me when you get home.” Her tone quickly changed, “My pussy does not ever belong to you. I decide when you are allowed to touch it, lick it and put that little dick in it. Scott owns my pussy when we are together, because he is able to make it wet by just kissing me.” I thought to myself that I remember when I used to be able to do that.

She left for her date, dressed sexy again, and I was left alone for the evening to deal with the uncertainty. Scott was definitely becoming her primary focus now. I guess that was to be expected, and it turned me on thinking about the 2 of them together. But, man it sure hurt inside when they were together. Would that hurt get less and less as we went further down this path? I could tell her that I wanted her to stop having sex with Scott. Actually, I could tell her that I wanted her to stop seeing Scott. Or could I? Our agreement was for her to stop having sex with other men. Did “melting in Scott’s muscular arms” count as sex? Maybe to her it did?

I decided to go to bed alone just before midnight, not sure if when or if she was coming home tonight. She came home shortly after I was in bed, and she took her clothes off and immediately got into bed. She began passionately kissing me, and running her hands all over my naked body. I asked her how the night was, and she said “Awesome!” I began exploring her body with my hands, and her pussy was sopping wet as I slid a finger inside. She said, “I need your cock inside of me now.” I eagerly complied and jumped on top of her and entered her with a swift thrust as deep as I could go. She started bucking her hips wildly at a fast pace. She whispered into my ear, “Fuck me deeper, I need all of your cock inside of me.” I thought to myself, “This is all of my cock.” I came inside of her seconds later.

She laid there breathing heavy, and let out a loud sigh. She said, “Why didn’t you go deeper?” I said, “I was giving you everything I had. You used to be happy with that.” She said “Wow, Scott is a lot bigger than you.” I asked her if she wanted me to rub her clit to an orgasm, and she said, “No, Scott did that earlier and I wanted to get off on a cock inside of me.” I said, “I’m sorry.” We laid in the silence together and she broke the silence after a minute. “I think that we should not refer to your dick as a cock anymore. It doesn’t deserve that good of a title. In fact, we should also add the word “little” in front when we speak about your dick, I mean your little dick.”

I thought to myself, “Is she doing this just to humiliate me, or did she really think that?” Scott’s cock looked bigger than mine when I saw it, and she seemed visibly disappointed just now. I’m not sure. Man, she is good! I recalled her words from last week, “Just sit back and enjoy the ride little hubby.” Maybe I just needed to do exactly that.

[cuck_curious]

I came home from work one day that week to find out that my wife was at the gym. We had both let our bodies go a bit in the past 5 years, and it was beginning to show. I asked her how the gym was over dinner. She said, “It was nice. I’m glad that I am going again, because I want to look sexy for Scott.” I felt a pang of jealousy as she said that. I said, “You are the sexiest woman to me.” She said, “Aww, thanks honey, I love you.” After a moment, she said, “You and I have years of trust and love to base our relationship on, but I only have my body to attract other men. I want that body to look as sexy as possible to them. I love it when I see another guy check me out!"

I shaved her pussy on Saturday afternoon in preparation for her date with Scott, and she said, “Do you want to see something cool?” I replied, “Sure” She contracted her pussy and held it for about a minute. She said, “I have been doing kegel exercises to build up my muscles. I said, “Wow!” She said, I can see where i need to stay in shape for all this sex that I have been getting. My body’s not used to doing it for so long. I grew too used to your little dick cumming so quickly."

She left for her date that evening, and I settled in with that now familiar feeling in my stomach when she was out with Scott. I watched a movie on TV and then laid in bed reading until I heard her come home around 1 a.m. She undressed and got into bed as I asked her how her date went. She asked if I wanted her to touch me while she told me the details of their bedroom activities. I quickly said “Yes!” She said, “Well, I want you to ask for it.” I said “Please touch my cock while telling me how good Scott fucked you.” She sternly said, “No! We agreed to the correct name for it, now use it.” I said, "Please touch my little dick while telling me how good Scott fucked you.” She began to tell me the details of how they had sex at Scott’s apartment, and the different positions they tried. Once again, they finished with her favorite position, doggie style. She stroked me as she talked. “You have no idea the pleasure that I get when Scott’s big cock rubs against my G-spot as he is fucking me from behind. There is nothing else more important to me at that moment than his cock.” I quickly came as she explained how it felt. She rolled over and went to sleep.

[cuck_curious]

As the weeks went on, I saw the pattern developing where she saw Scott every weekend, and 1 night during the week. Our sex life diminished to me being allowed to penetrate her once a week, sometimes once every other week. However, she would usually jerk me off after returning from having sex with Scott.

She continued to humiliate me now, but it was more subtle now. I believe that she was growing tired of it. I often wondered if she really believed the things that she was saying. I knew that she believed things like, “Your little dick can’t satisfy me.” and “Scott lasts so much longer than you in bed.” But I didn’t know if she was serious when she said things like, “I melted in Scott’s arms.” and “I feel so sexy when I am with Scott.” I worried that she was falling for him, but I figured that all new cuckolds worry about the same thing.

I worried about the future of our marriage. I was not happy with the decrease in the amount of sex that I was getting, but I understood that she found sex with Scott better. I guess that having less sex went along with being new to cuckolding. Maybe it would increase as time went on.

My wife asked during dinner if I would have a problem with her having plastic surgery. She said, “I want to have the body that I used to have” We talked about this before, but the cost prevented us from pursuing it. She said, “I want to have a tummy tuck and a breast lift, and maybe a little liposuction.” I said, “I know how important it is to you, so I think that it would be a good idea.” She said, “It’s just that I saw a picture of Scott’s ex-girlfriend last week, and she had a great body. I wonder if he wishes I had a body like hers when we are in bed together.” My familiar friend, Mr. Jealousy, came back for quick visit as I felt it in the pit of my stomach. She didn’t care if she looked good for me, only for Scott. I kept my mouth shut as I realized that I would benefit from seeing her new body as well as Scott.

We had a consultation and set a date for the surgery. She wasn’t happy to find out how long the recovery time would be. She would have to abstain from sex for 2 months or so. My wife was visibly disappointed when he told her that. The doctor said to me, “Sorry” and I thought to myself, “he doesn’t know how little sex that I have been getting.” I tried to console her on the way home, “It sounds like you won’t feel like having sex anyways.” I could tell though, she was worried what Scott would do for 2 months.

[WannaBcuckagain]

Very hot story! Thanks for sharing with us. ;-)

[cuck_curious]

It turns out that Scott was flattered that she would have the surgery just to look better for him, and she said, “He held me close and told me that of course he would wait for me to recover."

She had the surgery a few weeks later, and I took 2 weeks off work to help her recover. I was so happy because we were spending so much time together now. She would text Scott, and talk to him on the phone from time to time, but she didn’t want him to see her. I took care of her needs, helping her with everything, showering, eating, going to the bathroom, etc. Our relationship went back to what it was before Scott came into the picture, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

After a month went by, the swelling went down, and her new body started to take shape. There was a lot of bruising, but it was obvious that she was going to look hot after she completely healed. It was like her body rolled the clock back 20 years. She and I were back into our work routines, and she was texting Scott on a daily basis. She pulled some of her ”skinny jeans” out of the closet, and sent a picture of herself wearing them and a low-cut blouse to him.

She asked me after dinner one night, “Do you want to go clothes shopping with me this weekend?” We knew that she would need to buy a new wardrobe, but I didn’t know that she wanted me to go along. She bought her work clothing from the same stores that she always had. However, we went to completely different stores than before when she got the rest of her clothing. These stores sold clothes that were more revealing.

She walked out of the dressing room each time wearing such sexy dresses and shirts. Every piece of clothing accentuated her new body, and some left little to the imagination. I was hard most of the time as I watched her model this clothing. I knew that she was trying to impress Scott with all of these new clothes, but I was enjoying the show anyways.

I laid in bed one morning, watching her get out of the shower, and imagined her fucking Scott with that hot body. She had stopped cuckolding me during her recovery, and I welcomed it at first, but now I craved the humiliation that she gave me.

[cuck_curious]

My wife was finally ready to go on a date with Scott again, after no dates since the surgery 3 months ago. She was giddy with anticipation, and I was looking forward to it too. I actually missed being cuckolded, something that I was surprised to see.

I marveled at her body as I shaved her pussy before her date. Her body looked so different! I got hard every time that I saw her naked. She looked stunning as she left, dressed so much more provocatively than when she went on dates before. Hell, she looked slutty!

I waited alone as hour after hour passed. I hadn’t felt these jealous feelings in so long, that I almost missed them. I wondered what Scott was doing to her new body. She came home around 2 a.m., waking me up as I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her. I asked her how it went, and she said “Great!"

We went to bed and I started caressing her skin, wanting to hear the details of her date with Scott. She said that she was feeling sore, and I thought it was from the surgery. She said, “No, it’s been a while since I have been fucked so good by Scott’s big cock, and I am sore from all of the fun we had tonight.” She rolled over and went to sleep. I laid there with my hard dick, wanting badly to cum.

[Mrfixitforyou]

I would imagine that unless you had a lot of money being cucked the way you are being cucked is pointless. Please save some money for your therapy. You will need it. Im sure.
When scot drops your pathetic wife she is going to need psychological therapy.
One question how miuch of the romance between her and scot is being financed by you?. I love your writing and the descriptions of the jealousy and angst you feel are way over the top. I am quite able to feel all the things you describe. I just wish you could feel the anger that I feel at you obviously being fucked over.
Be careful with your money. After your marriage is over I hope you have some left.

[Out4fungirl]

I would imagine that unless you had a lot of money being cucked the way you are being cucked is pointless. Please save some money for your therapy. You will need it. Im sure.
When scot drops your pathetic wife she is going to need psychological therapy.
One question how miuch of the romance between her and scot is being financed by you?. I love your writing and the descriptions of the jealousy and angst you feel are way over the top. I am quite able to feel all the things you describe. I just wish you could feel the anger that I feel at you obviously being fucked over.
Be careful with your money. After your marriage is over I hope you have some left.

Maybe you should re-read the title again?

[wingman]

Since this is your perfect fantasy, and you like the verbal humil as she/you provides you with a handjob... Would you mind describing one of those sessions in more detail. You started by describing the questions she was asking you. That "conversational" level of detail is so so hot!!

[cuck_curious]

Since this is your perfect fantasy, and you like the verbal humil as she/you provides you with a handjob... Would you mind describing one of those sessions in more detail. You started by describing the questions she was asking you. That "conversational" level of detail is so so hot!!

I agree. I don't want to give too much away, but part of my fantasy involves a change in her behavior as a result of the plastic surgery restoring the sexy body she once had. I had to add some content explaining the transition to this point.

Hang on wingman, even more intense verbal humiliation ahead! I will add even more details of her teasing and humiliation just for you, and you will see what the cuckoldress she grows into.

It's difficult because my cock is rock-hard the whole time that I am writing about those sessions! Oops, I mean my little dick. Please don't tell her that I called it my cock.

[cuck_curious]

I came back from running errands the next afternoon to see my wife in a bikini on the deck. She was laying out, getting a suntan. I stood by the door, looking at her amazing body. I hadn’t seen her in a bikini in years, because she never felt confident enough to wear one before she had the the tummy tuck surgery. I began stroking myself in my shorts as I looked at her, as I wanted to fuck her so badly. She surprised me a minute or so later by reaching for her phone. She checked her phone and got up to come inside. I quickly darted upstairs so she didn’t see how hard I was and realize that I was jerking off while watching her.

She came into the bedroom and I was laying on the bed. We chatted for a few minutes, and I told her that I was dying to hear what happened on her date with Scott. She sat down on the bed and said, “Take your clothes off.” I quickly removed my shirt, shorts, and underwear as she went on. “I am going to tease your little dick while I tell you about my awesome evening. But if you cum, I’m done talking.” She started softly touching me as she laid her head down next to me.

She whispered into my ear, “Scott took me dancing, and I got so wet as I felt his cock press up against me. I was already getting turned on as he kept checking out my hot new body all evening.” I grew harder as she continued. “It felt so good to be in his arms again, those strong arms. My nipples got hard as we were dancing, and he could tell as we sat down because I wasn’t wearing a bra.” I jerked and twitched as my body was close to cumming. She stopped touching me as she said, “I am so glad that I got the surgery. Scott looks at me so differently now, and I felt so much better about my body when we were having sex.” She started touching me again and said, “We went to his place and went right to the bedroom. I took his cock in my mouth and I had forgotten how hard he gets. Your little dick doesn’t even come close to getting that hard.” I got so excited and fought hard to not cum so that I could hear more.

She continued, “I ran my tongue up and down his shaft like this.” as she traced her finger up and down the underside of my dick. “I took his whole cock in my mouth, and held it there as his cock began to swell. I got so turned on by the pleasure that he was getting from my mouth. I kept sucking until I felt his body tense and he came.” My body involuntarily twitched and she quickly stopped touching me and talking. After I had moment to catch myself from coming, I said “You never let me come in your mouth.” She replied, “I know. I felt so alive as Scott was coming in my mouth. I could feel the pleasure that he was experiencing from my mouth. It felt wonderful that I could do that for him.” She began stroking me again as she went on, “His cock felt so good when he first entered me. I missed that feeling so much.” I couldn’t hold it back, and I quickly came. She stopped talking and looked at me. She said, “and the rest of the story stays between Scott and me.” I said, “Please tell me the rest of the story!” She said, “You can’t handle having me touch your little dick for more than an minute without cumming.” I replied, “I can’t help it honey, you are so beautiful and you have such a hot body.” She said, “Exactly. You don’t deserve to have a woman like me touch your little dick, especially if you can’t hold off cumming for more than a minute.” She got up off the bed and walked to the door. She stopped at the door and turned around to say, “I am so glad that I have Scott in my life now. He knows exactly how to keep me satisfied in bed.” I stared at her hot body in a bikini as she talked. I said, “But what about me?” She said, “Ugh! Have you forgotten why we do this? My sexual fulfillment is what is important, not yours.” She walked downstairs and I the door shut as she went back out on the deck.

I laid there on the bed with my cum on my stomach. The jealous feelings felt strong, but good at the same time. Maybe I was getting addicted to those feelings now. I enjoyed the moment, being jealous of Scott being able to enjoy my wife’s new body while I could only imagine what they did in bed.