A few years back, my fiancé cucked me really hard with a very young guy (21 years old). It was *extremely* humbling, really put me in my place because she got fucked really hard by him, really responded to him, and I saw there was so much more to her sexuality than I had experienced myself. It’s funny because she is very quiet, shy, and geeky, but she has this whole other side to her that is hard to see but I always knew was there. She really craved to be dominated in bed by a confident guy who would really “pound” her, as she calls it, and make her into a little ‘slut’ for him. This particular guy, despite being only 21, had already had experience fucking at least two older, married women in his neighborhood while he was in college, right under their husbands' noses. So he had a lot of confidence about doing that kind of thing, a lot of ‘big dick energy’ that made my fiancé really want him. I am just not dominant — it’s just not me. I am sweet and sensitive and romantic. Good husband material.
But I couldn’t satisfy that particular desire she had to be fucked really hard and rough. Also, my dick is not very big, but she says she loves it, regardless. It was definitely really hard for me to deal with it when she was fucking him — she was pretty merciless in cucking me with him - made me show him my dick, for instance — but I could not deny that it also turned me on so very much, and she knew that very well. Overall it was a very positive thing. It didn’t last very long because he moved away. She and I got married soon after, then had kids, and all things sex-related got put on hold for several years — including long periods where we hardly have had sex at all.
Now she has decided to cuck me again. She is young and beautiful and petite with small, perky breasts and many men want her and she knows it. About a month and a half ago she met a guy who is in the same line of work as she is and they went out for drinks on a weekday evening. She told me they ended up ‘making out’, and then she came home.
So, a few nights ago, which was about a week after that first date, he invited her over for food and drinks at his place. I stayed home to put the kids to bed and all that. I could not help but notice how nice she made herself look — going to a much greater length than she ever normally went to to look very elegant, with dangly earrings and some lipstick, soft black dress.
She left just after 7 pm. I was in a kind of state of anxiety mixed with being turned on all evening. Not knowing what might happen, since I knew they had kissed before.
She got back at 10 pm… I thought she might tell me that they had just had a couple of drinks and talked and nothing much came of the evening. But she had a funny smile on her face. She came up and hugged and kissed me and told me that it went “really well”. And then she said something like, “he fucked the hell out of me”. We started kissing and I was just on fire with desire for her, I kissed her like we almost never do anymore. I could taste some unfamiliar things in her lips and mouth -- nothing identifiable, just a mixture of wine and someone else’s scents. That made me crazy.
She had me lie down next to her on the bed and told me, “I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time” or “years” - can’t remember her exact words. She kind of made it sound like she had not been fucked like that since before she and I were together. She also mentioned that he made her take his entire cock into her throat and made her gag. (I never do anything like that.) I’m okay with that. It’s hot. She has this super slutty submissive side that wants to be fucked really roughly and called all kinds of dirty names. She said he was “calling me all the things I like”. He called her a “little slut wife”. He apparently told her that he could tell from the moment he first saw her that she was a ‘sub’ who wanted this kind of fucking. I bet he had her tell him while he was fucking her that she is not getting fucked like that at home. I wonder. Maybe she will tell me more later this week.
Of course, I can hardly stop thinking about this — the implications are huge. He lives close by, wants to see her again soon, and it seems fairly likely that it could turn into something where she is fucking him regularly. It fills me with jealousy and butterflies to think about, but I’m dealing with it well. I think she knows she has me right where she wants me, and where I need to be — accepting that she needs this kind of sex and will be getting it, with my compliance.