Husband’s promotion?? [MMF] [cuckold] [wife shared] [reluctant wife]

My therapist recommended that I might gain clarity and peace through journaling. You see, I feel conflicted, by my dear husband’s recent actions. On one hand, I feel diminished and devalued, but on the other, I feel embarrassed that he saw something in me that I didn’t even know I wanted. Or were his actions completely selfish? Does he only care for his own gains that I somehow am uniquely qualified to fulfill? Or, even more paradoxically, reveal that he is completely dependent on me….that I actually have complete power over him? So many thoughts, so confusing.

I’ve thought of an even better way to gain understanding. Taking my therapist’s recommendation to another level. I’ve recently found the thrills of the anonymity of exhibiting pictures and short videos of myself on the internet. Perhaps the feedback from you strangers can help me. So, that’s why I’ve decided to share this with all of you. You need the backstory, and I’ll try to be as unbiased as possible. Please share your insights. I’ll give you a bit of background first before I tell you details of what happened 2 months ago.

The basics. My husband and I have been married for about a year and a half. I have just turned 32 and he is 37. We dated for 3 years before getting engaged. We are both professionals, travel frequently, and were planning on trying to start a family around Christmas-time this year. We wanted to enjoy 2 years of marriage and travel to all the places we desired before having children. My husband and I are both alphas and consider each other to be the only people who have ever truly challenged each other on all levels. Our sex life is rich, greedy, and we are both selfish at our cores, which ironically makes us both equally selfless in bed. Our fiery Italian blood also results in some temper outbursts at times, but this is something I do not mind at all since we share it. Neither of us hides our emotions and because of that, we do not fear repercussions and can express freely and move on. I love my husband and know he loves me. I rest in complete security knowing that no other woman could entice him the way I can, less due to my looks since those will fade eventually. It’s our minds that truly have the power to destroy us, which only makes our marriage.

I work in management and in the male-dominated industry of real-estate development. I am a project manager and have to fight to gain respect of men older than me…many of whom are not used to having a young, and beautiful woman as their supervisor. I have to perfectly balance my message to mitigate the inherent emasculation, but keep it strong enough to gain respect and authority. My husband is a patent attorney with a mechanical-engineering background. He’s recently become one of three being considered for partnership.

As far as our appearances, I am all woman – hips, ass, boobs, Marilyn Monroe meets Sophia Loren. I’m 5’7”, 165 lbs, size 8/10 dress, former soccer player, 36 D chest, 27” waist, 38” hips. I have darker features, penetrating eyes, and big/wild hair. I enjoy men looking at me and love the power I can command over them with my presence.

My husband is my equal match, I couldn’t respect anything less. He is 6’, muscular, hairy, tan, the smoothest, silkiest cock I’ve ever encountered. His eyes, are a bewitching blue, but his hair is black and thick. He wears a suit better than anyone I’ve ever seen. Women swoon in his presence, something he admittedly encouraged for most of his twenties. I came around when he was growing bored of the lack of challenge. I could sense that his cocky, asshole attitude was an invitation to challenge him, seeking an equal. He reciprocated with abandon and though I’ve dated men who treated me better superficially, I felt more alive being so stimulated in every way. Ok, enough rambling…I just had to explain that I love my husband, I know that he loves me at the level I need, and vice versa. Even if I conclude that our marriage is not what I thought it was, I have no intentions of leaving, for it would still be better than the alternative…a marriage of superficiality where I am not fully myself.

So….what happened? Well it’s definitely due to his quest for partnership. (Of all the wives/partners that attend dinners and company parties, I am the one that is invited as often as possible and who best keeps up with the lawyer-talk and banter.) My husband is in no way threatened by the obvious crushes some of the partners and younger associates alike have for me. To my husband, it only makes him look better. He loves knowing so many people look at me with desire and jealousy. It turns me on too. The attention, yes, but mostly it’s that I love that just being myself makes my husband more respected at work. We always have fantastic and intense animalistic sex after any work function.

So 2 months ago, my husband invited 3 of the senior partners over for dinner. Two are married, one is recently divorced. I had a long day at work and couldn’t leave early as I had planned. I can cook, too…didn’t mention that earlier, but nonetheless, I knew I’d be stuck at work. I had done some minimal prep work the night before, so called and had my sister go to my house and prepare the dinner (making her swear to keep that a secret). I got home at 6 pm, and sent my sister packing quickly. Thankfully so, seeing that my husband and partners arrive at 6:30 instead of 7. I was planning on changing my clothes into a more demure, wifely, dress. Instead I was still wearing my black suit jacket, bright red button down blouse, and black skirt. My heels were kicked aside, but when I heard them approaching, I put them back on, and flipped my hair upside down and back to try to look fresh and prepared. I ripped off my jacket, and put on an apron.

I knew it was all ok when I met and greeted them at the door. My husband’s glance told me so. He devoured me with his eyes, a look of carnal ownership mixed with gratitude penetrated me. I could feel my wetness build up and as I moved, I felt the familiar slippery release spread around. So far so good. I was proud I pulled it off despite the challenging day!

The regular chatter, professional flirting, drink serving, were done with grace. I took off my apron, dropped off the appetizers, then briefly excused myself to the bathroom. I touched up my makeup, freshened up a bit, a tiny spritz of perfume, new deodorant, cleaned up my wet cunt, new thong on, and switched my top to a simple black sleeveless silk top. It was June, after all.

I had dinner prepared and served out on the back deck. Wine and laughter, banter, great food, etc. all flowed. I dazzled everyone with my wit and enchanting glances, tip-toeing on the border of questionable flirtation and normal wifely innocence. The partners were speaking of my husband being the natural choice for partnership. They were talking about shared vacations and things I’d enjoy with their wives. I cleaned up and the men moved to the living room. One of the partners left to go home, but the other two remained. I assumed it was time for me to give the men their time to discuss business, so I was surprised when my husband called me into the room to join.

He patted his lap, and I gave him a certain look as I obediently sat on him, sort of confused. He whispered how sexy I looked and how hot he was for me later. I was smiling and looking at our guests as he said that, feeling naughty. (We do love to be a bit naughty in public. Our exhibitionist streaks have always been far away from home, though. Our sex on hotel balconies, in clubs, against the floor to ceiling glass of hotels has been relegated only to vacations so I knew this was just a naughty tidbit just to tease me). We’ll call the other two men J & K. Well, J & K had an unmistakable look of lust in their eyes. They were undressing me with their eyes now, I could feel it. Did my husband realize this?

I found out soon enough, as my husband moved one hand to a thigh and slowly started moving it up and down. “J, K, and I have great news to share with you, babe.” His hand gradually moves from the top of my thigh, rotating down to the inside. He stops on the inside of my left knee. “They think I’m right for the job because of you.” His thumb is moving in tiny circles and his grip tightens. I sense something is about to happen and start to flush. J & K have increased their breathing. J has leaned back a bit, but K has just inched up, and poured the rest of his Manhattan down in one gulp and loosened his tie. Do I see a bulge forming?

“See babe, the other wives are easy conquests, but it’s plain as day that only a winner could marry you. J and K measure the associates based on who they choose to be with. I have to agree with them, it’s a perfect reflection of what I think of myself.” And after he said that, he grabbed my knee and pulled my legs apart, slowly but with authority, and moved his hand up my leg, pulling my skirt up around my hips, smacking my thong covered pussy lightly.

A sharp intake of breath escapes me, I’m shocked. Is my husband offering me to J & K? Am I appalled or turned on? This is absurd. They’ll never look at me the same. I’m not a common slut. I’m not some dumb housewife who has no brain. This makes no sense. These men interact with me like an equal, not as a piece of meat.

“Stand up.” Now my husband has a coolness in his voice. He jerks my skirt down and grabs the back of my shirt pulling up. “Hands up.” Shirt off. I’m standing there, my back facing my husband, not sure of what thoughts bouncing around my head are to be listened to. Time is flying by but at the same time slowed way down. I’m hyper aware of every sound, sensation, movement….

And he sits back down behind me, as I turn now, unsure how to act, standing there in my thong and bra, exposed and horny beyond belief, but also feeling jaded as my loyalty is being pulled away from me without my consent…all I present is a questioning look in my eye.

I hear the steps. It’s K. My husband’s eyes burn into mine as he slowly sips his drink. “Make me proud. Turn around.” I do. K is standing there, he knew this would happen. Fuck. I’m pissed, or am I? I feel belittled, but my pussy is leaking. “Grab K’s hand, and now move your thong aside and rub your pussy with his hand.” Oh god. Fuck they’re going to know how wet I am.

K exclaims “That’s a good girl….I knew it. She’s soaked.” My husband has unclasped my bra now, it’s fallen down my arms, but is dangling over K’s arm now. Suddenly that all stops. K removed his hand, now covered in my juices, and with his other hand grabs the back of my head and moistens my lips with my own juices before opening my mouth and making me suck his finger as he slowly pulls my hair down. He’s pushing me to my knees.

Well, too late now. A line has been crossed and it doesn’t matter whose idea this was, whether my husband engineered this, or was blackmailed by it, or if this is a sick competition on whose wife sucks and fucks better. I reasonably conclude that since it’s going to happen anyway and since they’ve already seen all of me, I might as well show my skills and at least win my husband’s promotion for him.

I hear my husband in the background. He is getting up and making a drink all as I’m slowly removing the belt and rubbing the bulge in K’s pants. I glance around him to see J has now unzipped and is slowly jerking himself watching us – I must say, his big fat white cock is much larger than I imagined. It’s pink and has a puffy mushroom head and is thick, not as thick as a coke can, but close to it. Strangely, I never imagined him being so well endowed. He’s a quite Canadian divorcee. K’s cock jumps out, precum is visible. His cock is not as big as my husband, but it’s nice enough, and he smells good. I can smell the faint soapy scent and see the veins bulging. I mutter what a nice delicious cock K has and how bad I want to suck it. He hisses in delight and grabs my head to impale my mouth on his cock.

Oh, no, that’s not how this works, K. I am blowing you, and I’ll fuck you like you’d never believe, but I am running this show. I moan, and squeeze his balls a little too hard, and drag my teeth just a hare above acceptable. I lean back and tell him he’s a naughty boy, and drag my soaked thong down. I stand up, and grab him by the cock, over to the couch. I’m eye fucking the shit out of my husband now.

I say “babe I wish you would have told me I’d be pleasuring you and your partners tonight….I would have gotten a wax….who should I fuck first?” My husband seems slightly irritated that I took control. He declines to answer and instead turns to J. “Fuck my wife, J. She likes to ride, but I want you to lay her down here, right in front of me on that coffee table, and stretch her out.”

J lets out a caveman grunt and picks me up, he moves his hands so my knees are resting on his inner elbows. I am almost scared of his giant pink cock. He looks at me with an almost angry desire and drops me on his cock in one violent stroke. He is already fucking me with abandon as he lays me down on the coffee table. I move my head to my right and see my husband glued to my pussy, then he makes eye contact. He is not jerking off. He seems so cool, calm and collected. Is he mad at me?

I can’t contain the sounds of my pleasure though. J’s massive cock is repeatedly hitting my cervix and my hips have started fucking back like they have a mind on their own. I’m almost embarrassed by the wet slapping sound that is proving how much I like this. I think I see a half smile creep across my husband’s face. My orgasm is approaching, I close my eyes and try to both escape and dive in deeper to this situation. I can feel the familiar twitching, and now rolling ripples quivering all around and inside my pussy.

“FUUUUUCkkkkkk god damn, this is good pusssy….she’s milking me hard. Uuuughggghnnt….ughhh, argggg! Uhhhhh uhnt….ughhh I am cumming deep in your wife’s pussy” yells J. He pulls out with an audible pop. And a gush of a shitload of cum pour out of my inflamed and quivering pussy. Our coffee table is glass. I feel the blood rush to my face as I scoot back slowly, not sure what’s about to happen.

Well my answer comes, before I know it K has pushed me down grabbing my neck and shoves his dick in my already drenched cum-filled pussy. He is slamming into me in hard, deep thrusts with a frustratingly long pause in between, he’s just staring me in the eyes. I realize what he’s doing….it’s like he’s recording this in his brain forever…his hand on my throat is to ensure I don’t turn to my husband. The eye contact is required. He thrusts into me many more times, picking up the pace. “Cum for me, if I don’t feel this pussy spasm like J, no promotion granted. So fucking fuck like you mean it.”

The threat was both believed by me, but also turned me on. I had a goal, an end-desire, and I grabbed his arm, moving it off my neck. Then I grabbed his neck and pulled myself up, shoving him with intensity down onto the couch behind him. I straddle him, and fuck him like a wild banshee, slap his face gently, then tell him to suck on my nipples and he’ll feel my pussy break into an earthquake around his greedy cock.”

He wastes no time and about brings blood to my nipple, but it works. I feel the wave coming, and as I’m fucking and about ripping the couch’s fabric, I feel the quake begin. I am rippling, convulsing, and am thrown back arching my back as I ride out this powerful orgasm. K can’t handle my pussy contracting around him and explodes into my pussy with non-human sounds. If I didn’t know better, I’d seriously assume he had a learning disability.

I stand up, cum betraying my dignity by nearly jumping out of my pussy with a wet plop on the carpet.

“Well gentleman”, I say with a bit of bitchiness, “I look forward to my husband’s promotion, as I’m sure he’s earned it”. I slap my pussy a few times, then turn and seductively pick up my clothing that has made it’s way around the room. I stop by my husband’s spot, lean down and kiss him sweetly, grab his hand and make it cover my wet abused mound, and turn back around looking at J and K and say “despite what you may think” and return all eye-contact back to my husband “this is still all yours and always has been….will you show our guests out and come fuck me properly after I shower?”

I walked out of the room then.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ucs3v/husbands_promotion_mmf_cuckold_wife_shared