Fantasizing Cuckold
Part One
Rev.3(Minor corrections and spellings)
This is a true story based on my own experiences, plus a little touch of artistic license. After all, in erotic fantasy no one ever farts.
I’m a white male in my mid-thirties living in the Yorkshire area of the UK, with my wife and two young children. Life for us is unremarkable, but for the most part worry free. A steady routine of work, school, and family life mean we are all happy and contented.
My wife and I have been married for over 10 years now. But we have known each other for much longer, from back when we were childhood friends. I’m pleased to say in all that time our relationship has only grown closer and more committed. But more recently a few cracks have started to show because of my interest in Cuckolding, Wife Sharing, and Open Marriages.
I can recall clearly where and when I first discovered the world of Cuckolding. It was some time after my wife and I moved into the house we now call home. At that time, I would have been in my mid-twenties, and like many men I would explore internet porn, from time to time. As you might have guessed it was online that I unintentionally found Cuckolding material, having found my way there from a video claiming to be someone’s cheating wife.
I do remember being bemused by the notion that a husband would want his wife to be with anyone other than him. The inquisitive sort that I am, started to read about the subject to find why anyone would enter into such an arrangement. It was then I started to understand that it was much more than sex for these people. In fact, I found there to be many countless aspects that might be at play. Everything from a husband’s desire to see his wife satisfied, too the empowerment of the wife, and a testament to the strength of trust in a couple’s relationship.
The idea had been planted in my mind and I found myself contemplating the ramifications of these new concepts. I found myself asking how I would react if my wife wanted to take a lover? Would I be angry or open-minded? Do we have a trust strong enough in our relationship to even consider doing something like that? So many questions churned inside my mind. But at this stage I was still uncertain about sharing these new ideas and feelings with my wife.
Time passed and I continued to explore these open relationships online. Slowly becoming familiar with the sometimes subtle but very important differences. All the while not telling my wife anything of my new found interest for fear of her reaction.
The ideas I had accidentally discovered had now taken root and it was clear that this was no longer a curiosity for me but a full-blown fantasy, and one I was anxiously wanting to share with my wife. My silence was finally broken when we like any couple, hit a bump in our sexual relationship. With young children and the responsibilities of domestic life, the heat had simply gone out of our sex life.
It’s was after we had talked about how to spice things up again, when she confessed to me that sex was just not doing it for her like it used too. I started to carefully ask questions about her darkest fantasies. Trying to see if I could find any new common ground to rebuild a sex life. As it turns out she; wonderful thing that she is, can read me like a book. So, it was not long before I was on the back foot, facing questioning from a wife who demanded to know what I was not asking her.
Well, I came clean about how I found these ideas, and how they developed into this big fantasy, that I wanted her to join me in. Too my surprise she was not offended or upset, and it proved to add a bit of spark back in to our lovemaking.
We had toyed with the fantasy in the bedroom for some months. Imagining ourselves in different cuckolding settings and roles. I found that this only increased my yearning to turn what was a harmless fantasy into something far more real. So, I asked my wife if we could explore this together in a more real sense. I felt a crushing disappointment when she told me that it was only a bit of bedroom role-play, and she had no desire for it to be anything more than that.
Looking back, I now understand what I did was a mistake. Over the space of the next few weeks, I pleaded and cajoled my wife into trying to live this fantasy, if only just the once. That would be something I would forever regret doing. In the end she relented. But if she was going to go through with this, then she would be the one in charge of the situation, and rightly so.
It was agreed that if my wife was going to go ahead with this plan, she did not want me to be involved or indeed present for the first time. Partly because she was uncertain of my commitment to the idea, and partly in case of her own embarrassment should anyone get cold feet. We set up a profile for her online which received near instantaneous responses. My wife made her choice, we took precautions for her safety, then just like that arrangements were made for my wife and another man to meet at a bar in town.
I will always remember how my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest, as I drove her into the city that night. It was both scary, exciting, and erotic. I could see by her expression that my wife was feeling the same rush as well. In her most flattering dress and heels, she looked stunning. We kissed goodbye, I told her how much I love her, to have fun, but above all keep her own safety in mind.
Throughout the evening we kept in touch with regular text messages. The guy was nice, charming, and they were having a good time drinking and dancing. As the night rolled on, I sent a text to ask how she was doing, and if her date had tried anything? He had held her close while dancing but nothing more than that, came the reply. The time was approaching when I should be getting ready to pick her up, if for any reason she did not want to stay out. But she was having a wonderful time, and besides his hands were getting lower and lower each time they danced.
“Do you think you’ll be spending the night out?” I asked.
“Leaving the club now. Walking to the hotel, going to stay a while and have another wine.”
“Ok let me know when you get there.”
There would be no more text messages for the rest of the night.
I was laid on our bed, phone in hand, anxiously waiting to receive any message from my wife. But as the clock pushed past midnight, it became clear she was not going to respond to my frantic texts.
Oh God! That could only mean she’s going to spend the night with him.
My imagination raced as images of them together in that hotel room flashed past my mind’s eye. I was far more aroused than I would have believed possible. So, I began masturbating alone on our bed, while thinking of my wife in the arms of that strange man. It had been a long time since I orgasmed so hard, and having done so I began to wonder where my wife’s date would cum. Would he grab her by the hair, holding his dick deep in her mouth, forcing his cum down her throat? Or perhaps he would pull out, rip the condom off and cum all over her tits and face?
A thought suddenly struck me. "Oh my God! Condoms, did she take condoms?"
I recalled asking her about it while we were driving into town.
“You’re certain you have everything you might need tonight, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I’ve got it all sorted.”
“You did pick up some condoms, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. Two lots just in case. But you never know I might not need them.” She teased, giving me a mischievous look.
The realisation that my dearest wife might allow a stranger to cum deep inside her pussy at this very moment was more than enough to fire up my libido again, and for the second time that night I came with a shuddering climax.
I laid there basking in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced. It was pushing on for the early hours of the morning now, and I still hadn’t received any texts or calls from my dear wife. It began to dawn on me that I didn’t even know which hotel they had gone to, and if she was indeed in trouble, I’d have no idea where she was.
I have never experienced a panic attack before, often being the most level-headed person in any situation. But looking back now I see that’s what happened to me. My mind went into full meltdown.
What if this guy was some sort of predator, preying on women he found on dating sites? It was not as far-fetched as I’d like to have believed. You hear about this sort of thing all the time on the news.
I sent another text followed shortly by a phone call. Only to receive the automated message that the phone I was trying to call was either out of service or turned off. Shit, this was not part of the plan. We had agreed that she would leave her phone turned on constantly so at the very least if she needed to, she could call.
My anxiety and panic had now overtaken me. Unable to sleep I found myself pacing around the house, periodically staring at a phone with no new messages on it. What felt like an eternity past as I tried to reassure myself that my wife is a grown woman, and could handle herself should she need to.
I placed my phone back onto its charger and laid back down on the bed, trying to force myself to rest. A quick glance at the bedside clock showed that it was 3:30am now, over 4 hours since I last heard anything from my wife. The phone pinged, I leapt out of the bed, and scrambled across the bedroom to grab it. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was a text from my wife, its read.
“Safe. Going to sleep now. C u in the morning.” Winky face emoji. Heart emoji.
The sigh of relief I gave was almost tangible. Thank God she was alright. If anything had happened to her, I would’ve never been able to forgive myself, having personally hand-delivered her into the arms of another man. Reassured that she was now alright my panic subsided, and I was finally able to sleep.
Early Saturday morning I was sat in my car, parked in a shopping complex car park on the outskirts of town, eagerly waiting to pick my wife up. I did not know what to expect. I knew that she was safe, having received a text message letting me know she was making her way to meet me.
What do you say to your wife after she’s just had sex with another man? I was worried that something might have gone wrong, and that she would be angry, and I half expected an argument when she turned up. But my fears were short lived.
I saw her some distance down the road making her way towards the car park. Even at a distance I could see the beaming smile on her beautiful face. By God, she looked amazing, a real hot mess. Last night’s cocktail dress, high heel shoes, and the sunrise light streaming through her dishevelled hair. I had heard about the walk of shame before but I’d never actually seen it. But my wife was putting on a fine display this morning.
I got out of the car and walked at full pace to meet her. Not knowing what to do when I got there, I simply threw my arms around her, kissed her deeply, and said “I love you”. We got back to the car and took our seats; I was buzzing with questions.
“So?” I asked probingly.
“I know you want to talk, but not here. Take me for some breakfast first, ok. Then we’ll talk.”
I took us to the best café I could find. After all, if your wife has sex with another man at your request, the least you can do is buy her a good breakfast afterwards.
We talked, and she explained how her date, John; a businessman who travels from town to town, used online dating apps to set up one-night stands while he is away on business.
She went on to describe how after they got back to the hotel room they continued drinking and flirting. They sat on the edge of the bed and kissed. His hands slowly worked up her sides, gently cupping and caressing her breasts. She reached down to undo his fly and took out his now rock-hard cock and began to stroke it.
“How big was he?” I whispered trying not to be overheard by anyone.
“Oh, I don’t know. Let’s put it this way he was certainly much bigger than you have ever been.”
He had now unhooked her dress from her shoulders and had let it fall to her waist, exposing her wonderful, large, tits. She continued to stroke his cock as they both kissed each other deeply.
My wife then described how she got on her knees in front of him, and began to give him a blow job. Something she’s never done for me the entire time we’ve been together. I was hard and straining against my jeans, as she went on to tell me how he picked her up and dropped her onto the hotel bed. Quickly forcing his head between her legs, peeling her now moist knickers to one side, as he began lapping her pussy with his tongue.
“He was so good at eating pussy I almost came straight away.” She said.
“You cum when I lick you too.”
“Yes, but not like that, it was just different, you know.”
She then told me how John stood up and put a condom on, while telling her to take off her wet knickers. He pushed slowly inside her, parting her vagina lips, and she came as he reached the peak of his length.
“Then what?”
“Well, what do you think, we fucked like animals, and he made me cum so many times I lost count.”
“Surely there’s more to it than just that?”
“Well, he did want to do anal, but I didn’t want too. So, I stopped him there. He did keep playing with my arsehole with his fingers though. He even slipped one inside for a while."
“Wow, you’ve never let me do that. How was it?”
“I think I could like it. Might be something I’d try again.”
“Again? So, there’s going to be a second time?”
“No, I don’t think so!” She snapped raising her voice.
“But why not? You’ve had a great time by all accounts.” I said while trying to signal that we should lower our voices.
“That’s not the point, you asked me to do this, and I did. I’m not some slut so don’t get your hopes up for anything more.” Came the crushing reply.
This was not how I imagined the conversation going. Admittedly after that, things became somewhat frosty between us. My wife and I kept a safe distance from the impending argument, while going about the rest of our day.
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