It had been about 4 months since my wife had "caught" me looking at Cuckolding web sites. It wasn't that I had a few pages saved on a different user profile on the home computer. Nope, I had a dedicated email account, chat ID and a few blogs that I was moderating.
I had a network.
I had others that I confided in, looked up to, and even asked personal questions.
I was committed to the fetish and wanted the lifestyle. I wanted a Cuckold marriage, the unfaithful wife, friends that knew, friends that were "in the know" and I wanted to prove my devotion to this life by all means worthy of my wife's attention.
My wife Noreen was a professor at the community college and had been away on a Geologist Expedition in Utah for weeks. She was very excited to go and like many other summers, she was planning on being gone for quite a while.
This meant that I had the house and (most of) the summer all to myself. Knowing all of that, and as predictable as our summers had become, I went a little over the top with my time.
I had shaved my legs, painted my toenails with a soft pink color, then cleared them. I grew my fingernails longer than normal, and I painted them to match on Friday nights. I would leave them painted through the weekend, then remove the paint on my fingers through the week. I had gotten quite good at painting them.
To take things to the next level, I had driven all the way across town to buy some thong panties in my size, and "accidently" purchased mid-thigh stockings that matched each color. I ended up buying multiple sets in a variety of colors. Then the mail ordering started. I had purchased some halter tops with phrases like "cum dumpster" and "cock here" on the chest.
I even bought lip stick to match the pink shade of nail polish.
I had gotten into the habit of caging myself and then mailing the key to myself. I was "proud" of the fact that I had gone 3 weeks without an orgasm and had just mailed the key off.
According to our schedule, I had a few weeks left, so I wanted to set a personal "best" of 7 weeks without an orgasm.
I usually wore the device all week, taking it off to clean myself. I decided that if I was successful with the 7 weeks promise to myself, I would do something nice for myself. Glamor Photos had crossed my mind. I was saving money for that while my wife was gone. To save money faster, I cut down to two meals a day, sometimes one meal a day.
By my estimation, I had about 3 weeks left, so on this particular Friday, I shaved all of my body hair off, and smothered myself in lavender lotion. I was a sight to behold. I enjoyed "pushing" myself to try new things, going further, and taking more risks - in secret.
I had written quite a few stories about the cuckold fantasy, nothing too elaborate or too extreme, but I had other ideas as well.
I had joined a few fetish groups, made a few confessions, and gotten things off of my chest. It helped, but I still "felt" like this was something I wanted to try. I was stuck in "wanna-be wonder land".
While the thought of my own wife taking another man inside of her mouth and finishing him, or another man pounding her married pussy harder and faster than I ever could DID make me horny as hell. The image of her riding a bigger and thicker cock, having powerful orgasms in the process, or even screaming HIS name while she orgasmed usually put me "over the top" when I let my mind wander.
In spite of all of this, there was never a solid plan to confess, or to pursue this fantasy any further than just thinking about it.
That was at first. But now things had changed and developed beyond anything I had imagined earlier. Now things were a little more advanced.
The more time I devoted to this fantasy, the more the idea of confessing these thoughts to her became more welcomed. My "ideas" started to formulate into "what ifs" and that was when I knew that I was in too deep and way over my own head for anything beyond denying these urges.
So, I started researching these ideas, beyond the stories one can read online, and that was when I discovered that I was not alone, I was not as weird as I thought, and YES, THERE WAS A WAY to go from someone that wanted this lifestyle to someone that lived this lifestyle.
I thought I had time to ease into this, secretly dragging my wife along until one day she would have to choose which cock to sit on, and she would just say, "what the hell, I will try it."
It was a great way to approach such an idea. I thought I had scads of time. That all changed on a random Friday night in July.
My wife's trip from Utah was cut short. Instead of texting me, or even calling me and telling me that she would be home early, Noreen decided that she would surprise me by coming home unannounced. Well, that was how it appeared anyway.
We had a routine for the weekends where we would chat or talk on the phone. Most of the time, there was a function everyone on the dig had to attend, so Friday nights I had to myself.
I had gotten into a ritual with one of the chat rooms, so every Friday night I would race home, shower, shave my legs, shave my pubic hair, touch up my toes (as needed), take a few pumps of her least favorite perfume, and pull on some clean stockings. Then I would step into a clean pair of panties, put on a tight half shirt, and carry a pair of sweatpants to the office with me. Each Friday I pushed myself to take this little "ritual" even further than before.
I would carry the pants to the office and lay them on the back of an overstuffed chair, then walk around to the back of the desk, and get comfy in my chair.
I would chat for hours about HOW some guys had gotten their wives to try it.
Some were very positive about it.
Some negative.
I even chatted with a wife that told me, "If your wife takes issue with this idea, tell her to email me. I will make sure she has a new cock inside of her in less than 30 days."
Some guys got their wives to consider it, but they backed out at the last minute. "It's NOT for everyone."
Then there was me. I was "Wanna-bee_5608". Most picked on me for asking so many questions, then NEVER doing anything about it. Some called me an "ask-hole" for asking so much but never doing anything. This was part of the reason I started "dressing the part" for chat sessions. I wanted to show some element of devotion, even if I was stuck in the process.
Noreen was smoking hot, but I knew better than to share any photos of her with this crowd.
Noreen was supposed to be gone until the weekend before Labor Day, then school would start in a week. She loved staying busy. She enjoyed digging up fossils and taking soil samples. This was her third summer in Southern Utah. Most of the time she was so remote that her cell phone would not work. I had gotten used to NOT talking with her, and that allowed me to fantasize about her sharing a tent with another man, and nature taking its course.
Noreen had emailed me frequently, but I had gotten lazy and did not read the last few messages. I was a little late getting home, so I cut a few corners and skipped her messages. This would be a hard lesson learned in the moments that lie ahead.
Noreen's messages:
EMAIL #1:
"Land permits suffered in the processing chain, so they had to close the dig early."
EMAIL #2:
"Cell phone had gotten crushed in an unfortunate mishap with a shovel, so she would need a ride home from the airport. Flight info at the end of the email."
