Phil and Claire

[JacobChapin]

Hello everyone. My name is Phil and I’ve long been a lurker here on the forums. A desperate wannabe. Love all of the interactions. The success stories are amazing but I’ve enjoyed hearing about other wannabe struggles, too. It's good to know I’m not alone. Let me tell you about me and my beautiful wife Claire.

I’m a realtor in southern California. Married 22 years with three wonderful children. Girl (21), girl (18) and boy (16). We’ve been incredibly blessed and despite me bemoaning my sexual frustrations here, I’m thankful every day for the life I’ve been given. My kids are good people and wonderfully unique. My son is my best friend. Full stop. Nothing in life has given me more joy than being their father. And to top it off, I have a cool father-in-law (who happens to have an incredibly sexy young second wife, a smokin hot latina-but that’s for a different forum haha) and a cool brother-in-law (married to an equally cool dude).

And I have one obvious person to thank for all that. My gorgeous, funny, smart, adventurous, amazing and wonderful wife, Clair. Yes, that’s her real name. I figure our names are generic enough to not identify us and it kind of turns me on-the risk that just maybe you know her.

Clair is five foot five, mid 40s. Blond, shoulder length hair with eyes that I would describe as brown with a hint of green-very alluring. She’s in great shape-runs daily and does yoga-and her body is thin, tight. Her breasts are on the smaller side but firm, especially for a woman of her age. Her ass…so firm and amazing. She has a wonderful smile that still stills my heart. She may be the definition of milf and I know she still turns heads. There’s something about Claire that just gets men going. She looks like she’d be fun. Wild. And that’s because…she is!

Yeah, our sex life is pretty great. We’re very active. Claire has a healthy sex drive-she’s always enjoyed it and is open to be playful, within set boundaries. For example, we’ve done some intense role play where we’ve pretended to be strangers at a hotel bar (using the names of Juliana and Clive) and picked each other up. And we’ve used costumes for roleplay such as a recent “roman gladiator” outfit she got.

I also know that she had a bit of a “slutty” reputation before we dated. She lost her virginity in a little convertible when she was just 15 and while she hasn’t given me a specific number, I think her “body count” is quite high. I used to be bothered by her past, jealous, but over the years, my feelings have changed. I now get turned on by it. I try to get her to tell me details of what she remembers but she doesn’t seem to want to reminisce with me about that topic. I think she’s trying to protect me. I need to find a way to open up to her. To tell her what I think I want and how I feel.

Myself, I’m 5’11 with a full head of short, dark hair. Some greying. I, too, am fit. Back in my college days, I was a talented cheerleader. My hobbies today include magic and I love to invent new gadgets, although major commercial success of one of my inventions has eluded me (but let me know if you have interest in a ‘head scratcher’ helmet).

Down there, I’m average but it's been enough to keep Claire satisfied. Satisfaction is good. Enough to keep the wolves at bay. But I am left to wonder if she wants more than ‘good enough’. Maybe we ought to think about letting a few of those wolves in?

Thanks for listening-hopefully I’ll have much to say one day.

[hairyhead]

A very modern take on family life ;-)

[JacobChapin]

Last night, Claire came home late from a girls night out-book club-and she was tipsy and raring to go. She practically dragged me up into the bedroom and tore off my clothes. I asked her what got her so hot and she just laughed and didn’t reply. In a few minutes, she was on top of me and riding me with her eyes closed and I asked again. She opened her eyes, looked down at me and asked if I really wanted to know. I said yes.

She told me that there had been several guys at another table in the pub. They were there watching a game or something. The ladies were minding their business when the waiter delivered a tray of shots for the table and the guys just laughed and waved. They accepted the drinks gracefully although most of them passed on actually drinking the shots but the guys all cheered when Claire stepped up and not only downed hers but the shot of her friend Tess. In a few minutes, the guys came over and asked about the book and sat with them.

I asked her if she got any special attention.

She said one of the guys was about our age. Reed. He was divorced and a dad and worked at some kind of tech company. He was tall, white, had a nice smile and looked to be in great shape. He was very friendly with her.

I asked how friendly. She started bouncing on me harder when she spoke.

She said he had his hand on her knee and he would say things to her by leaning in very close and whispering in her ear. She said he had a very sexy voice that was putting shivers down her spine.

I asked her how far things went.

At that point she just closed her eyes and seemed to ignore me. Her mind, her imagination was elsewhere. Then I felt her tighten up and she came. Hard. Which of course, made me cum.

Then, she fell into the bed beside me. She said that Tess saved them by very loudly proclaiming that they had to go, that they had husbands and children at home.

As she fell asleep in my arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Tess hadn’t been there. What was she thinking about when she came?

[JacobChapin]

Over the years, there’s been so many guys interested and so many times she’s clearly been interested, but she just hasn’t crossed that line. I remember how she prettied herself up when she knew some fire and rescue guys were coming when my appendix burst. Or the way our daughter’s boyfriend, Dylan, over the years has had an obvious crush on her. I’ve even noticed our nephew Manny (technically not a blood relation) checking her out hoping to get a little peek down her blouse. Of course, numerous of our son Luke’s friends have crushed on her.

And once she went to work at Closet, Closets, Closets, her opportunities have been plentiful. There’s been conferences, the men in the shipping department and I know her personal assistant, a guy my daughter actually ended up dating for a while, kissed Claire when they were working late one night.

She’s now closer to 50 than 40 but she’s fit and energetic and I can’t help but think she would enjoy someone different than me. Not necessarily better than me. But something different. For her own fun.

[jrobb]

Sounds like Claire is having some late-40s fun!!!

Do tell us more!

JR

[SlimScott]

We would lover to hear more!
SS

[SlimScott]

We would lover to hear more!
SS

[t41lgunner]

I love the stories when the main character is in her 40s and has been married for 20+ years. There's a particular charge about them Please go on.

[shadowtantra]

I am surprised it has taken this long for the modern family theme to arrive - I love it and hope you can tell the tale! Looking forward to it!

[bufaker]

This is such an interesting premise. Would love to read more about it. Phil can be such a good cuck and Claire can be an amazing cuckoldress

[kokomo21]

Phil, Claire, Manny, Luke, closets??? This is Modern Families! Let’s just cut to the chase and get Gloria’s fabulous tits on the page!!

[hairyhead]

Phil, Claire, Manny, Luke, closets??? This is Modern Families! Let’s just cut to the chase and get Gloria’s fabulous tits on the page!!

Ahem!

A very modern take on family life ;-)

[JacobChapin]

Sorry to you all for not updating you recently. Over the past several months, she has become increasingly receptive to the idea of cucking me. I should back up.

After that night at the bar that I told you about, we had several nights of hot sex. Eventually, we had a little conversation about it and I confessed to getting turned on by the cucking idea. She said it wasn’t cucking me so much as it was having sex with a hot guy that turned her on but the more she thought about it, cucking me was kind of a turn on, too. We’ve always been sexually open about our desires and once she became aware of this, she really played it up.

When we would go out to dinner, she would dress sexier. Flirt with the waiter in front of me. Or we would go to a bar, and she would purposefully stand near the guy who was alone and flirt with him. She really got into it. Almost anywhere we would go out together, she would find opportunities to flirt and tease. Then, we would go home and make wild love. It was an intense revival of our sex lives!

But things of course, couldn’t stop there. Claire has an adventurous side that always seems to push for more.

Let me tell you about her birthday massage. I hired a male massage therapist to come to our home to give her a massage. One thing you should know about Claire is that she is very vocal when she is enjoying a back rub. The kids won’t even go to the mall with her anymore because she screams like she’s orgasming when getting the $10 for 10 minute chair massages. So, because the kids have chastised her, she’s become shy about getting massages so I thought a private home session would be just the thing.

Of course, when I went on the website to select a masseuse, they had little photos and I picked a guy named Tom who looked like Tom Cruise. Young, muscular and a charming smile. I initially thought he was probably gay but in his little bio, he mentioned a dog that he shared with his girlfriend. Perfect.

When Tom arrived, I led him into the office area where I had made room for him to set up his portable bed. Claire was showering and I told her that “Tom Cruise” had arrived. She rolled her eyes and came out of the hot shower wrapped in a fluffy white towel-nothing more-and she went into the office and closed the door.

Then, I did something a bit dishonest.

I had chosen the office because I had recently been doing some DIY work with the house heating system and realized that if I went into the closet of the upstairs master bedroom, there was an old vent shaft that was probably left from a previous bedroom configuration and by removing the cover, I could see down into the office.

By the time I quietly settled into the closet, lay down and peeked, Claire’s massage had begun. She was laying on a blanket over the cushioned table, on her stomach, and Tom was working on her back. She was already groaning loudly which initially frightened the young man but then he seemed to remember what I had told him about Claire being vocal.

I lay there, hard as a rock, slowly touching myself as I watched this man touch every inch of my wife. And as Claire continued to moan with pleasure, I saw proof that Tom was not gay. He was getting an erection in his light gray sweatpants. Impressively big.

While she was still on her stomach, I watched as he climbed onto the table, explaining that he really wanted to put some weight into it as he massaged her lower back. Claire’s face was down into the table and didn’t seem to notice as Tom kneeled behind her, massaging her shoulders and clearly bumping himself against her hard ass. In fact, she seemed to be moaning even louder than normal which appeared to excite Tom. He was moving rhythmically and faster and faster, humping her hard ass. Then, he suddenly groaned, tensed and stopped and I saw a dark grey wet spot spread inside his sweats.

Claire was quiet, seemingly relaxed but I had to wonder how much she knew. She had to have realized what happened.

I was on the edge of orgasm myself but held back because I expected more to happen. Claire flipped around onto her back and Tom resumed the massage. But to my great disappointment, when his fingers slipped high up her thighs and into sensitive territory, Claire reached down and held his hand away. She opened her eyes and they made brief eye contact and I saw her mouth the word “no.”

I asked her later how it went and she made a big deal of how sexy Tom was and then we made love with her making up a story of how she had seduced him. I played along, it was hot roleplay, but I knew my sexy little wife was still a faithful wife.

[JacobChapin]

She went to the next level when she went shopping with her “gay” friend. Let me explain.

A group of moms invited her over for a wine and movie night while their sons, including Luke, had a sleepover. She wasn’t a friend of this mom group but they were the “power moms” in the school so she felt obligated to go even though she really didn’t like them. Prior to heading over, she stopped by an event that Mitch and Cam were attending. While there, she met a friend of theirs, Julien, a super sexy guy whom she presumed was gay. When Julien suggested that she leave with him to do some drinking and clothes shopping, she phoned her friends and said she was sick.

She had a great time with Julien, trying on different outfits in front of him, some very sexy and he kept encouraging her to go with the more risque choices. Unfortunately, due to Luke needing his retainer, she had to make an embarrassing stop by the sleepover party where the other moms could see she was not sick. Even worse, Claire realized in front of her friends that Julien was in fact, not gay. His tastes in clothing were from the perspective of a young, hot hetero man.

While she was initially upset with Julien, accusing him of having led her on, she soon realized that it was her own mistake, not his. She also realized that seen from his perspective, she had been the one leading him on. Getting undressed in front of him. Asking him if she looked hot in different outfits. The poor guy was totally rational in thinking that he was going to get lucky that night.

Claire was thinking all of this over when Julien pulled his car up in front of our home to drop her off. He was sweet, apologizing for the mix-up, saying that he had a nice night regardless. That’s when Claire leaned over and gave him a kiss good night. A real kiss, deep. Then another and another. Tongue. Julien stopped her.

“What are you doing Claire? Your husband is inside…”

“Don’t mind him. He’s asleep and I have my own needs. You’ve been such a good boy and I’ve been teasing you all night. I’ve never been the kind of girl to give a boy blue balls.”

“Wha…what are you saying?”

Claire just smiled, reached down and unbuckled and unzipped him, leaned over and took him in her mouth.

Julien didn’t protest.

It had been years since she’d had a cock other than my own in her mouth and she loved the thrill of tasting a new cock again. She savored it. Tongue slipping over the different ridges. She then discovered he was shaved completely, which was different from me and she took advantage by sucking on those smooth balls. He was about equal in length to me but thicker with darker skin, given his latino heritage.

When he came, she eagerly swallowed him, keeping everything neat. When she pulled back, he was wide eyed and stunned and stuttering in disbelief after getting the best head of his life.

“That was incredible..” he said.

“Nice to know I still got it..” she replied.

“Oh my you do..” he whispered.

And then she thanked him for a nice evening and came inside.

Since I had thought she was at the girls' night at the sleepover, I was asleep when she came in. She came into the bedroom noisily, and I was irritated to be awoken.

“Jesus, quiet down Claire. I was asleep.”

She said nothing, leaned over me and gave me a deep, open mouth kiss, pushing her tongue in my mouth.

“Taste anything you like?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say. It couldn’t be. How? Who?

“You wanted me to cuck you? Consider yourself on the road. Momma had a little dessert tonight. Let me tell you what happened..”

[CuriousOne36]

Can’t wait to hear more

[JacobChapin]

From that night onward, I have had to constantly fight the urge of letting my mind drift to sexual, lustful thoughts about my wife. I could be showing a house and my mind would think of her bent over the car seat and her mouth on another man’s cock. Is that the irony of cuckolding? By letting another man have her, your own lust is rekindled? I think I want her more now than I did when she was in her twenties.

We got so horny talking about that night and me extracting every dirty detail that I begged her to go to the next step. Intercourse. But she slowed me down. She thought that might be a step too far. I tried to get her to set up a night with Julien but she said as much fun as she had, he really wasn’t someone she would want to spend a night with. She said she was turned on that night but not really for him. How could I argue?

Despite her comments, I must confess that I kind of got obsessed with Julien. So much so that I created a fake dating profile, posing as a sexy married woman who wanted to cheat, just so I could try to match with him and chat and get to know him better. During a house showing which was near where he lived, I was able to successfully match. It worked better than I had hoped.

I asked him if he had ever been with a married woman before and he immediately began boasting about a recent conquest. A good housewife that just couldn’t help herself when offered the opportunity to suck his cock. The hungry deprived wife was shocked at his size and sucked him like a starving animal swallowing every drop of his cum.

I masturbated a lot at that description.

I had to find some means of relief which is why I decided it was time for another night of Clive and Julianna, the intricate roleplay that Claire and I have had fun with in the past. We meet in a bar pretending not to know each other and use these fake names and pick each other up. It's always been playful hot fun and with her recent exploits, I thought it would be perfect timing.

On a night I knew she was free, I reserved a room for us at the five star hotel downtown, called her, asked for Julianna, and said that Clive would be waiting at the hotel bar at 8 pm and to pack for a night away.

What I screwed up was underestimating a dinner event I had to go to and then, awful Los Angeles traffic. We were supposed to meet up at 8pm but I didn’t walk into the bar until after 9. I had sent her repeated texts apologizing but she had ignored them and I assumed I would walk in to find Clair, not Julianna, steaming mad at me.

I was wrong.

She was at the bar, but not alone. She was in a black cocktail dress, mid-thigh length, bare shoulders showing a little cleavage and high heels. Eye poppingly sexy. She was sitting on a stool at the bar between two men. One was an older looking, distinguished, white guy in an expensive suit, maybe in his 60s with a little girth but powerful looking. The other was a skinny Asian guy, very young looking and casually dressed but in the expensively casual way tech bros dress.

I sat at the bar, kitty corner to them, so I could hear their conversation. When I ordered my drink, I caught her eye and devious grin, ever so briefly, but otherwise, she ignored me. I could tell by her flushness, that she had a few drinks in her already. How far was she willing to take this? Was she just doing this to tease and excite me? Or was she going to do one of these guys? Which one would she pick?

The young guy ordered a round of tequila shots. Was he trying to knock the other guy off with booze? But the big one looked like he could drink a helluva lot more than the young one. When Claire lifted her shot glass and leaned her head back, I saw both men ogle her tits. Then, they both took shots fast. She was laughing, her hands on their arms. Their chests. And they were getting handsy as well. The young man leaned in close to whisper jokes in her ear with his hand on her bare knee while the older man was slowly massaging her shoulders.

That’s when she slipped out of her chair. She caught herself and laughed. She appeared to be pretty drunk. The men looked at each other and the older man nodded. Then I heard him say that he actually had a nice champagne up in his suite if they were interested in continuing the party up there.

I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Should I do anything? How drunk was she? Claire is a drinker and despite her small frame, I knew a shot or two wasn’t an issue for her but how much had she drunk before I got there?

As she stood from her slip, she flashed me a quick look and a wink. Fuck. She was driving this train.

They paid their bill and the two men helped my “drunk” wife to the elevators. I heard a yelp from Claire as the elevator doors closed. I watched the elevator lights and saw them go to the top floor. The 22nd.

I didn’t know what to do or say. I hadn’t even checked into the room yet. I finished my drink quickly, got my bags from the concierge and went to our room on the 17th floor. She had checked in earlier. I went through her things. She had checked in and showered and dressed here. I smelled her dirty laundry. Her scent. I fondled her dirty bra and panty. My lovely wife.

I then went up to the 22nd floor.

Fortunately, the hall was empty. I quietly walked from door to door putting my ear to the door but hearing nothing. Were these heavy doors so thick they blocked any sound? Was she being quiet? Was nothing happening? Did I go to the wrong floor?

But as I neared the end of the hallway, I began to hear the unmistakable sound of Claire Dunphy in the throes of ecstacy. They were in the corner suite. I listened carefully. From my wife, I heard her screams and animalistic grunts. I knew those sounds. There was a time when I would induce them in her. I thought she had given them up. I heard male voices, too. The two of them.

“She’s a fucking animal.”

“A MILF fantasy.”

“She was so desperate for it. Has her husband fucked her in years?”

“Oh my god, she’s taking all of it!”

Then, I was interrupted.

“Excuse me, Sir! Can I help you?”

I looked up to see a security guard. I hadn’t realized that I had been touching myself outside of my pants but I realized it now.

“I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong room.”

“Are you a guest here?”

“Ah, yes, on 17.”

He neared me and he could hear Claire's screams.

“You fucking pervert. I’m going to escort you to your room and if I see you outside it, I will tell Mr. Henderson that you were listening to him.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You won’t have any trouble from me. Mr. Herb Henderson? The media mogul?”

“Yeah and he wouldn’t appreciate you listening in.”

I was so embarrassed in the elevator down to my floor.

“I ah, I saw them at the bar. I was worried about the woman.”

“Yeah, everybody saw her. Another one of Mr. Henderson’s conquests. Probably another desperate actress or model. He always has the best. Don’t worry about her.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess so.” I said meekly.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, barely sleeping. She didn’t return any of my texts and I didn't see her until early in the morning when she slowly, quietly opened the door to see me wide awake amidst cuckold angst.

She looked ragged. Her hair was a mess. Her dress barely hung on her body and I realized it was partially torn. What was left of make-up was smeared. Her neck was red. I had a moment of panic. What had happened?

“Oh my God, Claire, are you OK? What happened?”

She went straight to the bed, flopped down onto it and said,

“That was the most thorough and satisfying sex I have had in over twenty years. Like rediscovering who I am…”

And then, she was fast asleep.