I had this weird cuckolding fantasy so just expressing it with this story. Let’s call my imaginary wife Kay for the purpose of the story.
My first date with her was a blind date, one I went on because I was told she had a bit of a reputation for being a slut. By the time I found out it was an underserved reputation it was too late I was smitten with her.
While Kay had done some necking and petting she had never had sex. She hadn’t ever given anyone a blowjob even. It was several months into our dating before we did anything sexual.
I did confess however during our dating that I had thought that first night she was a slut. After we were married, the subject of how I thought she was a slut, and how that had been one of the reasons I was attracted to her, was discussed. We, well, mostly me, would have these conversations during our sex play. I would talk with her having sex with other men., how hot it would be to see this guy we had seen that day she thought was nice, fuck her. Then our first baby came and it seemed life got too busy for sex, let alone discussions of her with other men.
A couple of years went by and my best friend Steve, who had been gone for four years to the Navy, called. He was recently divorced and wanted some help moving back to town. I took my truck and trailer up to Great Lakes to pick up his stuff. On the trip back with his things, we talked about what had been happening the past few years in our lives. He had been divorced for about a year at this point. He mentioned to me that he hadn’t had sex with anyone for nearly two years. More to the point, he had always been somewhat shy, and he had lost all confidence in trying to approach women.
I teased him about this a bit and told him I bet my wife and I could set him up with someone. I told him I knew she had some friends and gals she worked with that would be perfect for him. One was 59 and a widow, another was in her late 40’s and a spinster. We laughed about it for a few minutes, then he got quiet. I knew then that he was really in need of some female companionship.
A couple of weeks after getting back from the trip, Kay and I lay in bed talking. The baby was asleep and for the first time in awhile we were both in the mood at the same time. As I teased her to arousal, kissing her lips, sucking her nipples, fingers toying in her moistening slit, I mentioned my talk of Steve needing a woman. I asked her if she had a friend who would let Steve do to her what I was doing to Kay. Before long she was begging for me to fuck her and the talk was lost in the moment.
Of course I had kept thinking of how hot it would be to watch Steve fuck Kay. Afterwards, as we lay there, cuddling, in the afterglow, Kay said she would think about who she could set Steve up with. Her only concern was that she hated the idea that she was setting up one of her friends to just have sex with him.
In those days my job took me on the road four or five days at a time. So I left early that next morning, before she was up. I spent four days on the road, before I returned. My evening was spent with the baby playing; and then getting him to sleep.
After I took my shower I was in the bathroom, just out of the shower, shaving. Kay stepped up behind me, put her arms around me and kissed my shoulders. She was wearing a red lacy nightgown, and the way she was rubbing up against me stirred my imagination.
“Are you horny, babe?” I asked over my shoulder; I could hear the hint of longing in my own voice.
“Yeah, I am;” she whispered to me; “because I’ve been thinking”
“Oh yeah, what sort of thoughts were you having that could make you so very horny?” I asked as I turned and put my arms around her, my arousal starting to stir as my cock rubbed against the silky material of her gown.
“I was thinking that I would do it, I would be the onel” she said into my chest, her eyes avoiding mine.
“The one what?” I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking.
“The one that Steve could fuck,” her voice quavered a bit as she said it.
“Are you serious?” I asked, my arousal increasing, I could feel the pulse of my now rock hard cock as it jabbed against her.
“Yes” she responded “I’ve been thinking about it the whole time you were gone. You know I’ve always liked Steve, I’ve always had this sort of thing in my mind about him. I mean, he is so cute, and nice, and you know he has never made me feel like some of your friends. You know, like I’m the fat chick and no one would want me.”
“Wow, babe,” I said ,”I never thought you would want to. I mean I thought about it, but not like it was a reality that you would, not that I would have asked you to or anything. Yet you know how I’ve always liked the idea of you having sex with others. I need to think about it some.”
I was so aroused from the thought of it, but in the back of my mind I still had uncertainty. The thought remained with me as we fell onto the bed, both of us highly aroused, no foreplay, just the contact of our bodies and feel of hard cock in the wet confines of her cunt.
Friday morning we got up; she got ready for work and I fed the baby, saw her off to work, and went about my day. A couple of times during the day I had my cock stir as my thoughts drifted to what she had said about Steve. Ah, she wasn’t serious, she was just horny and trying to get a rise out of me.
She got home from work, happy it was Friday and she had the weekend to relax. Even more happy that I had gotten some steaks to grill and she wasn’t going to have to worry about cooking. We spent a nice evening, watched an old movie on TV, and went to bed.
Saturday morning we went out and did some shopping; we needed new furniture, so I went along. I didn’t want to end up with something with a bunch of flowers on it I would have to sit on for years to come.
We ate lunch in a little diner we both liked, then went home, put away the groceries and got the baby down for a nap.
“Well,” she asked with a quizzical look. ” Did you think about it, about Steve?”
“Yeah, some,” I replied, a bit shocked now at the idea she was more serious about it than I had expected. “I didn’t really think you would still be thinking you wanted to.”
“Its not like we haven’t talked about something like this before. It always turned you on thinking of seeing me fuck another guy,” she said forcefully. “You planted these ideas in my mind, got to me to thinking about what I’m missing by not ever having been with anyone other than you. So now I want to; I want to see what its like, with someone I like, someone I can trust.”
“Okay, okay,” raising my hands in surrender. “I’ll talk to him, sound him out, see what he says.”
“Good,” she grinned at me, reaching out and running her hand over the crotch of my jeans. The hardness of my cock throbbing there gave away the fact that the idea truly did appeal to me. I leaned to her, kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue finding hers. My hand raised to her tit and squeezed. She had taken her bra off so I could feel the nipple hard against my palm.
Breath quickening, hands touching, I slid her top over her head, exposing the white mounds of her tits. My lips sought out her nipple, taking it between them, sucking feeling the nubbin harden and grow as my teeth grazed across it, my tongue flicked it back and forth. Her hand yanked my belt open, then with deft fingers she opened the button and slid the zipper down. Groping her way inside my briefs, her fingers surrounded my hard cock causing me to gasp as my tongue sought her other nipple.
I shed my jeans and briefs, moving to her, our mouths hungry for each other. We sagged to the floor, her lips surrounded my hard throbbing cock, slowly fucking it in and out of her mouth. My fingers teased her nipples first then ran over the swell of her belly to separate the lips of her hot pussy. My middle digit slipped inside her, the juices flowing freely. Running my finger inside the wet folds to I found the hard nubbin of her clit. She was moaning, ready now; I could see the pleading in her eyes.
My cock fell from between her lips; “Do it now,” she moaned. I moved between her legs, shoved her knees to her chest, my cock rubbing over her outer lips. Her hand took hold of me and guided me inside the hot wet cunt. The feel of her pussy as it engulfed me, made the lust boil within me. Unable to control myself, I rammed into her hard and fast, burying myself as deeply into her as I could. My balls bouncing off her ample ass with each thrust, I could feel them growing wet as her cunt drooled its free flowing cream down over her ass. I was thinking about it, it was there spurring me on, the thought of his cock buried where mine was at.
She has this way of contacting her muscles when she cums that can milk the cum from a man. I could feel that now, those muscles working me. I stopped thrusting, holding back, knowing this was only the first orgasm, she would want more. The woman at times could be insatiable. As soon as she stopped, her breathing starting to level off I began thrusting into her once more, slower this time, leaning forward to capture a nipple between my lips, sucking it, then as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I released it and lapped a bit at the nipple before I moved to the other tit to do the same thing. Her hips were starting to thrust up to me again; I could feel the need building in her once more.
“Faster, harder, deeper,” she moaned “oh fuck, please, please.”
Instead, I pulled out of he.” Roll over I want you doggy. “She obliged me and positioned herself on her knees, grabbing a throw pillow to put under her tits and face. I rammed my hard cock into her hot fuck box, pounding into her hard and fast, her moans, the sounds of her pleading voice moaning yes, yes, yes, my fingers gripping her wide hips, her big ass shaking with each thrust. I was getting close and I told her so. She moaned for me to fill her, she loved that, the feeling of hot cum spurting deep into her womb. At that moment I didn’t know that within 24 hours I would watch as another man filled my wife with his cum.
We lay there for a time after, not saying anything, just wanting to be with one another, knowing how much we belonged together. There was a harmony, a balance that we could both feel.
As luck would have it the phone rang and roused us from reverie. It also woke the baby up, so it was back to reality. It turned out to be the devil we had spoken of, Steve, on the phone. He was having car trouble and wanted to know if I could come give him a hand. The guy was in no way mechanically inclined, so I told Kay where I was off to and took my leave.
After I got to Steve’s place I determined the alternator was bad. We got a new one and got it on, discovered the battery was bad as well. After we replaced that as well, his room mate showed up, we drank a couple of beers, and bs’ed for awhile.
I realized how late it was getting and headed home. She was waiting when I got there, seemed a bit anxious. I was a bit worried she would be upset for me being gone so long.
“Did you talk to him” she whispered “did you ask if he wanted to be with me?”
“No I didn’t to talk him, I was busy with other things,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me by gripping her ample ass. “You sure you want to do this, its not just the idea? You really want it to happen?”
“I want to,” she said looking into my eyes, “at least talk with him about it. I can’t explain it, I don’t know why, but something, as long as you won’t get mad at me about it. As long as I don’t lose you because of it.”
I took her hand and lowered it to my crotch.
“Feel that,” I said, “rubbing her hand over the erection inside my jeans, “that’s from just the thought of being able to see you with him.” I whispered in her ear. “It would be just as much my fault as yours. So how could I be mad at you for doing it? The thing is, you be sure you can handle it. That after its done it doesn’t eat at you. I don’t want you feeling guilty.”
“Well, at least talk to him about it, see if he would be interested,” she said pushing me away, “it would make me feel so good to know someone besides you at least wanted me. Even if nothing comes of it.”
The next morning I was up early to go fishing. I swung by Steve’s; I knew he would be up and he might want to go along. He grabbed his gear and we headed out to the lake. It was only a 10 minute drive to our favorite spot. The fishing was slow; we talked about various things. He mentioned his ex and I asked him about still being in a “dry spell.” I asked him about this girl we used to know, who had a body somewhat like Kay’s, if he had ever dipped into that. Just to get a feel for if he would be interested.
He told me had made with her a couple of times, nothing more. So I asked him if he had wanted to fuck her. He said sure he would have. I asked him about her being a fat chick and if that hadn’t turned him off. It didn’t, he said, it wasn’t so much what a girl looked like, as to how she made him feel.
It was at that moment the words tumbled from my mouth.
“So you wouldn’t mind a chance at getting into Kay’s pants then” I said, watching for his reaction out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh shit, man,” he sounded surprised, “how did you know?”
“Know what?” It was my turn to be surprised.
“That I have always sort of had a thing for Kay,” he stated.
“Really?” I questioned “I mean I always knew you liked her, but I never thought you liked her in that way.”
“Yeah,” he said “I was always kind of envious of you, she is just so sweet, and nice. She has a nice ass too. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
“No man I don’t mind at all,” I looked into his eyes at this point; I wanted to be sure of what he was thinking. “In fact man, we were thinking, Kay and I, that maybe if you want to just have sex with someone, and not a relationship, well that Kay could be that for you.”
“Are you serious?” He was startled by the question but not put off by it.
“I am,” I told him “dead serious. She and I talked about it and she wants to do it. I want her to as well. I always sort of had a desire to see her with someone else. I think it would be hot, and for it to be you, I can’t imagine anything hotter.”
“Fuck man,” he still was trying to take it all in. “I’ll have to think about it. I mean, it would be like a dream come true for me, but you guys are married. I mean, I don’t know if I can just do that like that.”
“Just think about it.” I told him “I am not pressuring you to do it, just think about it.”
It was time to head back to town. The fish weren’t biting anyway and I had other things to get done during the day. I would have to be off Monday morning on another four day journey.
When I got home Kay had breakfast ready, she had eaten already and went off to her laundry chore. I finished eating then wandered back to the bedroom where she was sorting laundry. I wanted a little something from her. My cock was so hard it was about to rip a hole in my jeans. Moving up behind, her shoving my jeans and briefs down I rubbed my erection over has ass.
“How about a quickie?” I asked holding her hips and rubbing against her.
“No.” she said, “we both have too much to do. So did you talk to Steve, about us?”
“Yes I did, he said he would think about it,” I was grinning. “He told me he has always had a thing for you. Why do you think I’m so horny?”
“Do you think he will?” she asked.
“I don’t know, you know how shy he is. He will probably just keep jerking off over it and never actually do it. Which is what I will be doing.”
“Okay, okay,” she said/ “Tonight I promise you can have you way with me.”
We went on with our days at that point. I mowed the yard, put gas in the truck, all those mundane things that filled my day. I do have to admit that my thoughts were almost constantly on the recent conversations with and Kay and what I had said to Steve.
At lunch time Kay told me I should ask Steve and his room-mate over to dinner. She said she thought they should have a home cooked meal once in awhile. She was making her meatloaf; now I know a lot of guys joke about their wives’ meatloaf, but Kay is a great cook and hers is wonderful.
I call Steve and asked him if he and his roomie wanted to come for dinner. He said his room-mate was gone until late that night. I told him he should just come on over by himself then. He was hesitant but I told him to get his butt over and eat with us; we were always glad to have him.
Steve got to our place about 5:30. He was acting a bit shy and nervous, which, considering how many times he had been to our place, was odd. Understandable though, given our earlier conversation. Even though I was sporting an erection aching in my jeans, I kept the conversation on things non sexual.
After dinner Steve played with our baby; he missed his own child, I knew. His wife had gotten custody of theirs and he didn’t get to see her much. We watched some tv and Kay fed the baby and put her to bed for night at last.
The tension in the room was intense when she came back to the living room and sat down next me on the couch. For a moment there I thought Steve was going to bolt, the nervousness was so obvious. Kay leaned to me, kissed me on the cheek and asked me to ask him.
“Steve,” I asked, I could hear the nervous tone in my voice, “did you think about what we talked about earlier?”
He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “Yeah I thought about it; it’s about all I could thing about all day.”
“Did you come to a decision?” I asked, not knowing if I wanted to hear a yes or a no at that moment. I have to admit I was having second thoughts.
What we did then was debate it for awhile. Him wanting to know how we would feel about him, and about each other afterwards. His fear of disappointing her, of me getting jealous and doing something to him. A decision hadn’t been reached. I didn’t think one could be reached.
Kay got up with a shrug, said she was going to the bathroom. Steve looked at me.
“I guess I just have to think about it some more,” he said. “I just can’t seem to get myself to believe that she would really wants to do this. Or that you want to let her.”
We sort of sat there looking at either in silence. I was trembling, I wanted it and didn’t want it all at the same time. I felt like if I didn’t push for it, it wouldn’t happen and like Steve I just couldn’t make the push.
About then I noticed Kay was standing the hall. She had on a pink nightgown I had never seen before. The top was all lace and in the hall light I could the pale skin of her breast through it. I imagine my mouth fell open, but I didn’t say anything. Then she was moving towards me. He looked at me then toward the hall just in time to see her come into line of sight.
His mouth came open then too. She didn’t hesitate in coming up to him, bending down and pressing her lips to his, kissing him. Her mouth moved away slightly, then her lips went back to his and she kissed him deeply.
His hand went to her hip and caressed her. She took his other hand and moved it to her right tit. He was squeezing and teasing the nipple as they kissed.
I just looked on, in shock, my shy wife had become the aggressor. She wanted this to happen. My wife was acting like the slut I had dreamed she was when we first met. After four years of marriage, she was going to have sex with her second man, and it wasn’t me.
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