A Perfect Night of Cuckolding
Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 7:05 am
This past Saturday my wife once again met with “Paul”, her current paramour and sexual obsession. It was a most amazing sexual experience. Although they aren’t “in love” they share a remarkable sexual chemistry with one another. In fact, my wife has quite proudly told me that just getting a text from Paul can get her wet. And she’s not at all shy about telling me that he fucks her better, much better than she’s ever been fucked before so much that she wants him to have sole access to her sex. My wife is a very “by the books” woman…to hear her, a woman I have been 100% faithful to for more than 30 years, say this…well it just pushes all those buttons that make me her very willing cuckold.
But it isn’t just what she tells me, it’s what she does and says to Paul that makes sex for her so much more urgent than it’s ever been. I’m not sure that there’s ever anything that’s truly perfect in this world but he is as close to her perfect sexual match as I’ve ever seen. When they fuck they fuck for hours and she has 3-4-even 5 orgasms in one night. The last time they were together he was getting ready to leave after nearly 3 hours of near-constant lovemaking—something we’ve NEVER done by the way. He had gotten fully clothed and as he bent down to kiss her goodnight she took his hand and put it to her still naked pussy: a pussy that was soft and puffy and filled with his cum. And as he stroked her like that, feeling what he did to her, she looked into his eyes and said: “My pussy is yours”--meaning every word of it. Well down came his pants and within a few seconds his hard cock was once again inside of her, fucking her to yet another toe-curling orgasm.
She doesn’t love him and doesn’t think about him all the time but she is “in lust” with him and freely admits that when he’s deep inside of her she “knows” her pussy is meant for his cock…and when she’s in those not too brief moments as she’s lying in bed and his cock is deep inside of her there is no other man: only Paul and the wonderful way he fucks her…a sexual experience she never wants to end.
That brings us to this past Saturday and their date…and in very many ways it was a date. We got a hotel room in the suburbs out near where Paul lives and my wife was planning on meeting him in a nearby bar, having a drink or two with him and then having him drive her to the hotel so he could spend hours fucking her brains out…just the way she needed it. The day before she had a mani-pedi and a few days before that she had gotten waxed in preparation. We then went to a nearby mall to buy an outfit for her date. She already had a “see through” bra and panty set and a skirt that showed off her shapely legs nicely. But she decided she also wanted to get thigh-highs stockings and a new top. Being a dutiful husband I went with her as she shopped.
The plan was that I would take her to an early dinner and then chauffer her to the bar, drop her off and wait back in the room until she texted me that they were headed there. I would then leave the room for her and wait in the bar as Paul spent the next few hours fucking her to her heart’s content.
We went to a nice seafood restaurant in a nearby town and split the good part of a bottle of wine. She looked great and sexy and hot, the heat of the evening raised a few degrees because we both knew she was dressed this way not to impress me but to please her lover. We finished dinner and I dropped her off at the bar and went back to the hotel to wait. About 45 minutes later I got a text:
“OK we’re heading back, please leave the room”.
I texted her back:
“Are you excited?”
She responded back with one word:
“Very”
I left the room, being sure to adjust the lighting in the way she requested, and headed to the bar to wait it out.
She had agreed to call me from the room and, provided I kept my phone on mute, she would let me listen in (unbeknownst to Paul) as they made love. About 15 minutes later my phone rang and I listened in, in silence, like some naughty eves-dropper, as my wife made passionate love to the only man she was now allowing to fuck her. Unfortunately her iPhone does not have the best of microphones but I was treated to numerous sounds of her moaning and groaning and I knew that Paul was fucking her and making her cum…multiple times. There’s something about hearing your wife coming on the cock of another man—I just don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
More than two hours later she got on the phone and said:
“Ok…he’s in the shower and will be leaving soon. I’ll text you”
I unmuted my phone and asked:
“Was it good?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” she replied “It just gets better every time. I’ll text you when he leaves.”
She then hung up.
About 10 minutes later I received a text:
“OK. He just left.”
I texted her back:
“I’ll wait 5mins to make sure he clears the lobby…So it was good?”
“So, so very good.”
“Did you have many O’s?”
“Come up and see for yourself.”
“Did he?”
“Come up and feel for yourself”
I knew what that meant so I sent another text as I walked into the elevator:
“So he came in your pussy did he?”
She replied with one elongated word:
“Mmmmm”
“Did you like that?” I asked
Again the one-word response:
“Mmmmm”
By then I was at the door so I went in and there she was sprawled on the bed, completely naked, with a grin that told me she indeed had a wonderful time.
“You need to feel my pussy” she said “It’s just the way he left me”
I reached down to feel her and touched my fingers to the wettest, creamiest pussy I have ever felt.
“Isn’t it amazing?” she said “That’s what Paul does to me, that’s what only Paul does to me.”
I began kissing her—first her lips, then her hard nipples, down her belly, across her smooth mound, to her pussy which was swollen and puffy and had just the slightest amount of white pearly drops of Paul’s cum leaking from it. I began to lick my wife’s freshly fucked pussy, eliciting approving moans from her as I made love to her cunt with my mouth. She tasted delicious and I slid one then two fingers inside of her as I feasted on the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.
“Use the dildo” she told me.
I removed it from her night bag and slid it inside of her to her obvious delight.
“Oh yeah” she cried out as I rhythmically pumped the ersatz dick in and out of her “Fuck me with it like Paul did, fuck me with it like I only allow Paul to do it” she cried out as she had one final orgasm of the evening.
When she came back down from her orgasm she had me lie back on the bed and gently stroked my very hard cock.
“You like that I fuck Paul don’t you? You like that he’s the only man who gets to fuck me and you have to be content with my stroking you and taking you in my mouth don’t you? That’s good because I plan on keeping things this way for a long, long time. He fucks me better than any man I’ve ever known. He fucks me better than you do and my pussy is his and only his…I know it, and he knows it, and you know it. Now…cum for me.”
I did as I was told.
But it isn’t just what she tells me, it’s what she does and says to Paul that makes sex for her so much more urgent than it’s ever been. I’m not sure that there’s ever anything that’s truly perfect in this world but he is as close to her perfect sexual match as I’ve ever seen. When they fuck they fuck for hours and she has 3-4-even 5 orgasms in one night. The last time they were together he was getting ready to leave after nearly 3 hours of near-constant lovemaking—something we’ve NEVER done by the way. He had gotten fully clothed and as he bent down to kiss her goodnight she took his hand and put it to her still naked pussy: a pussy that was soft and puffy and filled with his cum. And as he stroked her like that, feeling what he did to her, she looked into his eyes and said: “My pussy is yours”--meaning every word of it. Well down came his pants and within a few seconds his hard cock was once again inside of her, fucking her to yet another toe-curling orgasm.
She doesn’t love him and doesn’t think about him all the time but she is “in lust” with him and freely admits that when he’s deep inside of her she “knows” her pussy is meant for his cock…and when she’s in those not too brief moments as she’s lying in bed and his cock is deep inside of her there is no other man: only Paul and the wonderful way he fucks her…a sexual experience she never wants to end.
That brings us to this past Saturday and their date…and in very many ways it was a date. We got a hotel room in the suburbs out near where Paul lives and my wife was planning on meeting him in a nearby bar, having a drink or two with him and then having him drive her to the hotel so he could spend hours fucking her brains out…just the way she needed it. The day before she had a mani-pedi and a few days before that she had gotten waxed in preparation. We then went to a nearby mall to buy an outfit for her date. She already had a “see through” bra and panty set and a skirt that showed off her shapely legs nicely. But she decided she also wanted to get thigh-highs stockings and a new top. Being a dutiful husband I went with her as she shopped.
The plan was that I would take her to an early dinner and then chauffer her to the bar, drop her off and wait back in the room until she texted me that they were headed there. I would then leave the room for her and wait in the bar as Paul spent the next few hours fucking her to her heart’s content.
We went to a nice seafood restaurant in a nearby town and split the good part of a bottle of wine. She looked great and sexy and hot, the heat of the evening raised a few degrees because we both knew she was dressed this way not to impress me but to please her lover. We finished dinner and I dropped her off at the bar and went back to the hotel to wait. About 45 minutes later I got a text:
“OK we’re heading back, please leave the room”.
I texted her back:
“Are you excited?”
She responded back with one word:
“Very”
I left the room, being sure to adjust the lighting in the way she requested, and headed to the bar to wait it out.
She had agreed to call me from the room and, provided I kept my phone on mute, she would let me listen in (unbeknownst to Paul) as they made love. About 15 minutes later my phone rang and I listened in, in silence, like some naughty eves-dropper, as my wife made passionate love to the only man she was now allowing to fuck her. Unfortunately her iPhone does not have the best of microphones but I was treated to numerous sounds of her moaning and groaning and I knew that Paul was fucking her and making her cum…multiple times. There’s something about hearing your wife coming on the cock of another man—I just don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
More than two hours later she got on the phone and said:
“Ok…he’s in the shower and will be leaving soon. I’ll text you”
I unmuted my phone and asked:
“Was it good?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” she replied “It just gets better every time. I’ll text you when he leaves.”
She then hung up.
About 10 minutes later I received a text:
“OK. He just left.”
I texted her back:
“I’ll wait 5mins to make sure he clears the lobby…So it was good?”
“So, so very good.”
“Did you have many O’s?”
“Come up and see for yourself.”
“Did he?”
“Come up and feel for yourself”
I knew what that meant so I sent another text as I walked into the elevator:
“So he came in your pussy did he?”
She replied with one elongated word:
“Mmmmm”
“Did you like that?” I asked
Again the one-word response:
“Mmmmm”
By then I was at the door so I went in and there she was sprawled on the bed, completely naked, with a grin that told me she indeed had a wonderful time.
“You need to feel my pussy” she said “It’s just the way he left me”
I reached down to feel her and touched my fingers to the wettest, creamiest pussy I have ever felt.
“Isn’t it amazing?” she said “That’s what Paul does to me, that’s what only Paul does to me.”
I began kissing her—first her lips, then her hard nipples, down her belly, across her smooth mound, to her pussy which was swollen and puffy and had just the slightest amount of white pearly drops of Paul’s cum leaking from it. I began to lick my wife’s freshly fucked pussy, eliciting approving moans from her as I made love to her cunt with my mouth. She tasted delicious and I slid one then two fingers inside of her as I feasted on the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking.
“Use the dildo” she told me.
I removed it from her night bag and slid it inside of her to her obvious delight.
“Oh yeah” she cried out as I rhythmically pumped the ersatz dick in and out of her “Fuck me with it like Paul did, fuck me with it like I only allow Paul to do it” she cried out as she had one final orgasm of the evening.
When she came back down from her orgasm she had me lie back on the bed and gently stroked my very hard cock.
“You like that I fuck Paul don’t you? You like that he’s the only man who gets to fuck me and you have to be content with my stroking you and taking you in my mouth don’t you? That’s good because I plan on keeping things this way for a long, long time. He fucks me better than any man I’ve ever known. He fucks me better than you do and my pussy is his and only his…I know it, and he knows it, and you know it. Now…cum for me.”
I did as I was told.