How I Became a Cuckold Pt 11 – Some of your questions answered

I had planned that the last installment I wrote would be the last, but my inbox and chat are full of requests and questions and I can’t keep on top of everything. Thank you to all of you who enjoyed the story. I can’t keep writing more forever, but maybe I should write just a little more to answer some of the questions and tell you where the story went.

So here in no particular order in bullet point format are my thoughts:

We are still together. She is still a slut wife. We have a good relationship, but no sex life. I have truly given up my rights to her sexually to another man.

My cock has not been inside a pussy in many years.

People ask about rules. We decided early on pretty much no rules. That way she doesn’t have to think if she is breaking a rule when she does something with other men. She can just let nature take its course. Condoms are essential with guys who haven’t been tested, or with strangers. (Yes, one of my tasks in the first few months was taking her to a bar and getting her fucked by a stranger there.)

How I Became a Cuckold – Pt 10. How you show a slut wife you love her

I knelt there, naked except for a pair of her panties, beside our bed, in our bedroom, as Tim, the man who had just fucked my wife, groaned and thrust his whole body into her one last time. He laid heavy on top of her. I could see their bodies pressed together, her breasts against his chest, as he breathed in and out, still kissing her neck and shoulder.

He lifted himself up off her a bit, looked in her eyes, and smiled. “You were a very good girl for me. And you said it was too big! Silly… it fit just fine.” She laughed and he kissed her slowly, intimately. I knew he had just emptied his balls deep inside my wife, and her pussy was still wrapped tight around his 9” cock. He moved in her just a few more times, enjoying her body, her warmth, her tightness, and then slowly pulled out of her. It seemed to take forever, and she made a little disappointed whimper when he fell out.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 9 – He Finally Has Her

My wife was lying there, in our bed, with her stockinged legs spread wide. I was lying beside her, kissing her deeply, stroking her perfect breasts, teasing her hardening nipples. Tim, the man who owned us both, was between her legs, holding himself up with his arms, over us. I had watched him move into that position, his heavy cock and balls throbbing as he moved, a drop of precum falling from the head. And now he started gently pressing the head of of that cock into her open, wet cunt.

His hips thrust forward, just a bit, pressing the head into her. At a glance, the first thing I noticed was how large he was–his whole, well-muscled frame, but also his cock. Maybe not quite twice as large as my 5”, but close enough… as so much thicker. I knew she was worried it wouldn’t fit, and, despite his confidence that it would fit and he could make her love it, I was skeptical. She had had trouble sometimes even taking my size… I wasn’t sure this was going to work, to be honest.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 8 – In Our Marital Bed

She crawled up the stairs as we followed behind. Or rather, I followed behind both of them, as we walked up the stairs close behind her. I knew the view he must have been getting… admiring what he was going to take very soon. She got into our bedroom, turned toward him and remained kneeling, expectantly. I’m sure she thought she would be sucking cock again soon.

“Tony, come here beside us and undress. Keep your underwear on.” I felt my face redden, knowing that I was wearing a pair of her panties under my jeans (as he had directed), and she had no idea yet. I undressed and dropped my shirt, my socks, and my jeans over by the wall and stood beside them, naked except for the black pair of silk panties covering my hard cock… well, mostly covering, as the head was peaking out above the elastic.

“Michelle, you told me how rarely he was hard with you. Don’t feel bad Tony, she was sympathetic and understanding, but the fact is you’ve never been as hard with her as you are right now. Is that right?”

“Y… yes, Sir.”

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 7 – She Tastes His Cock for the First Time

“… I think it’s time we got your wife naked. Don’t you?”

This felt like the point of no return, but, in reality, that point was far behind us. I took a deep breath, looked in her eyes, and said, very carefully to him, “yes, Sir.”

“Ok. Here’s what we are going to do now. You start. Kiss her. Make out with her. Then I will kiss her. Then you do something else on your side. Maybe kiss her neck? Kiss her ears? Then I will do the same on my side. We will keep doing this. Everything you do first, I will do next. Then I’ll take over. You’ll know when… don’t worry. I’ll tell you.”

I was sitting on her left side, and he was on her left. I turned to her and put my hand on the side of her face… and gently turned her head to me. We were both shaking, trembling… and I kissed her. Tentatively, gently at first. She kissed me back. I felt her breath warm on my face, saw her eyes close.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 6 – Almost There

As instructed, we were both sitting on the sofa, waiting for his knock on the door. Exactly at 6, I heard him walk up to the door, and he knocked loudly. I looked my wife in the eyes, grabbed her hand, kissed her and said, “I love you.” I walked to the door, opened it, and let him in.

It might have been an awkward moment, opening the door for the man who was about to fuck my wife, but it wasn’t at all… he took charge right away with his easy-going charisma. “Well, we all know why we are here. Let’s get down to it.” Michelle stood up as he shook my hand. He gave her a big hug, and I couldn’t help but notice how small she looked next to him. She’s a slightly small woman, but he was more than a slightly large man, and you could tell how well-muscled he was even fully dressed. He gave her that hug and then met my eyes as he groped her ass with both hands, casually. I had never, in my entire life, despite many hours of fantasizing, seen another man touch my wife like that. He held her at arms’ length and just looked her body up and down. I could see the hunger in his eyes and couldn’t help but notice the visible bulge in his pants.

How I Became a Cuckold pt 5 – The Morning Before

I woke up the next morning to a text from Tim that said “let me know when you’re up. We have things to plan.” I walked downstairs, leaving her in bed and texted him. My phone range almost immediately.

He asked if I enjoyed last night, and I said yes very much. I said that I’d never cum like that before. He laughed and said he knew. He asked if I was hard right now. Truth was, I was, and I was standing in the kitchen slowly rubbing my cock through my underwear, feeling the slickness of precum already soaking through the cotton. I admitted I was and he said I was not to touch myself today and certainly not to cum. I immediately stopped and said, “yes, Sir.”

He asked if I was sure I wanted to go ahead with this. I said of course. He said that once he stepped into our house, my chance to say no was over. If I wanted to back out, I could back out right now and we all just had a fun night, but once he was there my job was to obey. I felt a growing pressure and nervousness in my chest, but I said, “Yes… yes. I want this. I need this more than anything. You know this and so do I.” He said yes he knew, but just to be sure. Once he arrived I could not say no. She could… she could back out… it was his job to seduce her and to keep that from happening, but I could not.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 4 (My wife finally gets involved)

“Are you ok? How was it?” I asked breathlessly as she came in the door.

I had to ask. I couldn’t tell from looking. She came in the door from her first meeting with Tim, and I couldn’t tell how she felt. She was shaking, excited, maybe on the edge of panic… so many things in her eyes… even a little guilt. “I’m ok. It was… I don’t know what to say. It was good.”

I hugged her, gave her a quick kiss, and told her I loved her and that I was glad she did this, that I was glad she was doing this for me… for us. I was having trouble with my words too. And then I said, “he called. I know we have instructions.”

She nodded and I followed her to the bedroom. Though she’d left the heels by the door, I could see the skirt… the skirt that I had bought for him, at his request, and to his specifications… I could see her ass and thighs move clearly under the tight skirt. We went into the bedroom. I nodded, and she nervously dialed him on her phone. She said hi, and then fumbled a moment putting him on speaker.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 3

I will skip over a bit here, because it wasn’t sexy and took a few weeks. Very soon after meeting with Tim, I raised the subject with my wife Michelle. I suggested to her that I found myself excited by the cuckold fetish and I shared a few stories and websites with her. (Maybe it was those stories that ultimately led me to write this.)

At first, she kind of shrugged it off but I could tell she was intrigued. Remember, she had basically no sexual experience before me. She was very sensitive physically, easily aroused, and easily led to orgasm–but our sex life had kind of fallen on the rocks as I hadn’t been able to perform for quite some time. I knew she masturbated (as I did at least once a day) but we had had basically zero sexual contact for well over a year. However, the idea of her having sex with other men certainly wasn’t something that came naturally to her. It took some discussion as I convinced her that I wasn’t gay but this idea really excited me.

How I Became a Cuckold Pt 2

Tim and I continued to chat, a little bit each day. Sometimes our chats were quick, casual, and non-sexual. Other times they were extremely sexual and ended up with me begging him to allow me to cum while he told me what he wanted to do to my wife Michelle.

After a couple weeks of this he said he had a very serious question and asked me if I wanted to make this a reality or if I was just interested in online. I was impressed with how careful and not pushy he made what could have been a difficult conversation. He said many husbands liked to fantasize, sometimes show off pictures of their wife, and he said that for many people keeping it a fantasy was the right logical and sane choice.

But he said had to be up front about his interest and desires and those desires were to fuck my beautiful wife first in her wedding bed and then everywhere and any time he wanted. He said that since we had started talking he stopped looking for other options and had not considered any other sexual partners because cleanliness and STD tests were very important… another reminder that he would only have her without a condom. (I would later find out that he kept an amazingly deep roster of male friends who felt the same way so that he could share his conquests, but that is for another story maybe.)