My wife Liz had been cuckolding me for almost 2 years. It was slow by some standards, but I no longer considered myself to be a "wanna-be" so I had a positive outlook on all new things as we learned and explored the dynamic that was nothing short of spectacular.
It started when she got propositioned while we were on vacation in Paris. She was a little upset about it, but also proud of the fact that she still had what it took to keep a younger man's eye.
I came clean that night, and as I kept feeding her wine, she pretended to understand how I felt, and why. I remember telling her, "Where things go from here is entirely up to you, but I am not threatened by your decision no matter which path you choose. I love you deeply, trust you completely and ALL I want is for you to be happy, content, satisfied, and to feel the freedom needed to explore as much or as little as you desire."
We touched on the subject the next morning, talked briefly that afternoon, and then there was a serious line of "what ifs" and similar questions that night.
Thanks to my reluctance to bring this up, and continued fantasizing about her moving forward with this kind of thing, I had studied (memorized) the Q & A forums from several well written articles on this subject.
I am not the type of man that brags, but I did speak intelligently on the topic for almost 4 hours the first night, and responded honestly throughout the day that followed.
Then there was a long silence, and a period of time where we talked about anything but sex.
She picked at her dinner that evening.
Then, around 9pm the next night, she was slipping on a very short black dress and headed to the lobby to meet the younger man that had propositioned her earlier in the week.
Underneath, she wore a sheer bra that was extremely low cut, and a black pair of thong panties. Black heels, and (of course) her wedding band.
She returned to our room about 1 am. Her hair was a mess. Her lipstick had been rubbed off, and her panties were in her purse.
I was anxious the entire time she was gone. Excited beyond reason, and hopeful that this "kid" would be a good enough lover that I would not have to encourage her to go out with him again.
She closed the door and I sprang up out of bed. I had a million questions, but the priority was to make sure she had a good time.
As I sat up, I got out of bed and embraced her. She hugged me tightly.
"I need a shower." she whispered.
I nodded.
She rinsed off quickly and returned in a towel.
As she draped the towel over a chair, I asked, "How to you feel?"
"Cheap." she replied sharply.
She laid down in bed, turned away from me.
I responded, "I am proud of you. Its a huge step and a leap of faith all in one move, and you took it. I love you."
"I feel like a whore." she said away from me.
I was quiet.
She rolled over and faced me. "A whore that just had a really great time." she bragged.
"Really?" I asked surprised and shocked.
"YES... it was VERY intimidating at first. I thought I should be honest and up front with him, so I told him that I was married." she explained.
I turned on a dim bedside light. "What did he say?" I asked eagerly.
"He said that he knew that I was married, and that if I was willing to meet with him, he would exercise the utmost discretion."
"FUCK YES." I shouted inside of my head.
She was clearly too excited to go to sleep right away, so I encouraged her to tell all to me.
"We met in the hotel lobby. He was just paying his bar tab and getting ready to leave when I caught his eye. I waved to him and he approached me. It was not very crowded, so we moved to a corner table and talked a little while. We had a couple of glasses of wine, then went upstairs to his room." she started.
I watched and listened to her explain in detail.
"We started making out on the couch in his room. He got my dress off of me, and I got his shirt off before we moved into the bedroom. He slid my panties off of me ever so gently. He pushed my thighs apart and went down on me." she explained.
She paused. I think she was a little embarrassed at this point.
"Go on, I want to hear everything." I encouraged her.
"I came almost instantly, right in his mouth. It was very intense. Stronger than when we have sex. My knees were shaky. He felt so good doing what he was doing to me. I held his head in place and he kept licking me for two more orgasms." she confessed. "Sorry Dear."
"Awesome." I said, being supportive like a best friend.
"He stood up and started to take his pants off and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I pulled his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. I made him moan. His hands were so gentle, and he held my hair out of my face as I worked up and down his thick shaft." she continued. "At first, I told myself I was NOT going to do anything like that, but I wanted to return the favor, and show him some appreciation."
"Of course." I said in gest.
She blushed a little bit, and I realized I was too close to crossing a line.
I was even MORE worked up just imagining the scene as she described it to me.
"That did not last too long, then he pushed me back and kissed my neck and shoulders. I reached down between his legs and used the head of his cock to rub my clit. I was just about ready to have another orgasm that way when he straightened his arms and lowered his hips." she said.
Again she paused, a little reluctant to continue.
"It took a while to get things where they needed to go, if you know what I mean." she confessed.
"So he was bigger than me?" I asked.
"Yes, a lot bigger around than you." she admitted.
My cock twitched under the sheet. She saw it move but said nothing.
She cleared her throat. "He was very patient. I thought it was just nerves, so I kept apologizing. He reassured me that it was okay." she concluded.
"I was getting frustrated with this, and just about the time I was going to suggest we try a different position, he lifted my legs straight up into the air, put my ankles on his shoulders, and started rubbing my clit himself." she said in a rushed way.
"Holy Crap!!" I said unexpectedly.
I asked, "Then what happened?"
"His cock slipped in a little deeper. He pulled it out a little ways, then pushed it in the rest of the way." she confessed.
"It was uncomfortable. It was a little painful, but at this point, his cock was the only cock I wanted inside of me." she confessed to me.
My own cock twitched again, and (again) she saw it. This time she grinned at the sight of me twitching to her story.
"In a few minutes, everything was able to stretch. I learned to relax, and let things got into place." she added.
"Then what happened?" I asked eagerly.
"At first he went really slow, gently moving in and out of me. I watched his muscles twitch, and his powerful thighs flex and move against mine. That felt wonderful." she confessed.
"Then he started moving a little faster, and letting the full length of the cock travel in and out of me. I could feel the head of his cock as it moved in and out of me. It was wonderful. My head was literally spinning from all of the new nerve endings he was activating inside of me. While he was doing that, I was getting wetter and wetter, and that helped things move MUCH better." she said.
"That is so fucking HOT Baby..." I said. My cock was twitching at the sound of her voice, and the words she used to describe everything. I wanted to beat off right then and there, but I did not want to discourage her from finishing the story.
"I was not ready for what came next, but... OH MY GOD was it fucking HOT." she said like a giddy teenager. "He leaned forward, with my ankles on his shoulders. The head of his cock worked like a fucking jack-hammer on the back of my clit. My ass came up off of the mattress. His legs went straight, and I felt like I was pinned down, and NEVER wanted to be let up. I was whimpering and making noises I never thought possible. My tits were bouncing against my face, my clit was getting a world class pounding and the orgasms rolled through my body one right after another, like water being poured from a glass. I stopped counting at 6, I am sure there were THAT many more before he picked up the pace, his body tensed up and he unloaded a huge gush of semen inside of me." my wife confessed.
"You took him bareback!!!" I thought to myself.
I calmly said, "Damn Baby... I am so happy for you."
"I have never had that many orgasms in such a short amount of time. It was the BEST sex I have ever had." she proclaimed.
She looked at me. "Sorry Dear, but Reg rocked your wife's world."
"Don't apologize Baby. I wanted this to happen, exactly this way. I wanted it to be a positive experience." I confessed.
My wife had a confused look on her face, but she said nothing.
"I don't know what tomorrow night holds for me, but I am REALLY looking forward to it." she said in an excited tone. "I need to go dress shopping tomorrow, okay?"
I nodded.
I wanted to eat her pussy, but I knew better than to do anything sexual with her right now. She had the best lover of her life in que. A stallion. Someone that could give her multiple orgasms, and she WANTED him.. and HE wanted HER. I could not have planned it any better, and trust me I had plenty of time to plan things over the past few years. I was beside myself with this news, her discovery and the fact that my wife had taken the plunge. I was horny, excited, proud and anxious all at the same time. I was enjoying the fact that he was not finished breeding her just yet.
"I am the proudest I have ever been of you." I said.
"Thank you for this." she replied. "It seems so surreal and weird right now."
"I should be thanking YOU. Its a lot to ask, but I have that much trust in you, in us, and I like where things are going." I confessed.
