My wife had a lover when we met. She made no bones about telling me she fully intended to continue seeing him and having him as a major part of our life after our nuptials. I know most men would find this very strange and perhaps many women would find it crazy. However, if you are into cuckolding and find the lifestyle exciting, then our relationship, which was just beginning was the tip of a huge cuckolding iceberg.
My uncle had passed away and left me a fortune. Sandra knew none of this, I purposely didn't tell her to make sure she wasn't after me for just my money. It was the lifestyle I craved. I first spotted her at a local bookstore. She wore a black leotard, no bra, and a very short skirt which accentuated her big round ass and thick thunderous thighs. Perfume wafted off her and I was instantly hypnotized by her beauty and her aura.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, and I hope you don't find this as being too forward, but I was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee?" I stammered, entranced by her.
She spied me up and down. Appraising me from head to toe as one would look over livestock at an auction. "Well you look harmless enough," she giggled and motioned, for me to head to the café.
We sat at a corner table drinking our coffee and chatting. I told her how beautiful I found her and how she stopped me dead in my tracks when I spotted her in the aisle. She giggled and patted my hand, her pink fingernails lightly scratching my forearm.
"Your husband or boyfriend is a very lucky man," I said.
"I don't have a husband," Sandra said. "And I don't have exactly what you'd call a boyfriend." She raised an eyebrow as if prodding me to ask what exactly that meant.
"Okay, I'll bite, a beautiful woman like you with no husband and no boyfriend?"
"You see, I am a different kind of woman from most. I hate those women who settle for the first guy that looks sideways at them. They settle for the package society says you should accept. They settle for the house, the car, the kids, and the mundane sex life. Most if not all of those women end up cheating or catching their husbands cheating. They're never happy and all turn into bored, frustrated soccer mom bitches. Not me!" Sandra took a compact from her purse and checked her lips adding a bit more lip gloss which shimmered under the lights.
"I see. I must admit you're not like any woman I've ever met." I began to perspire just sitting there looking at her. She noticed and smiled a devilish grin.
So began our very nontraditional relationship. Sandra and I spent more and more time together, both in person and on the phone. She related her philosophy of the premise of female led relationships and how they worked. We discussed my leanings both sexually and otherwise. I divulged to her that I was definitely more on the submissive and subservient side personality wise and sexually. I also told her once I felt I could trust her I wasn't a lothario in the sack and truth be told had only had one serious relationship with a woman and the moment she saw my meager endowment between my legs she laughed and broke it off. Sandra seemed fascinated, intrigued and excited by all this. I wondered if a woman like her would find me attractive in any sense of the word knowing I wasn't a stud in bed, and thinking I was just an average Joe with an average paycheck.
Some night we would watch a movie at her house, her sprawled half naked on the couch, her big thighs in full display, her big tits and erect nipples showing through the sheer clothes she wore mostly to tease me, and me always naked, kneeling on the floor massaging and kneading her tired feet, placing tiny kisses on each toe. She like teasing me and using me and I liked being teased and used. She started me slowly with her feet and before I knew it I was spending hours licking her pussy and ass until she screamed with orgasms. My reward was short but rewarding. Sandra would have me kneel next to her on the floor after she'd cum and spread my legs while she dangled her hand and lightly caressed my balls teasing me and making me cum without ever touching my tiny cock!
Our relationship was blissful. There was the sex, but there was more to it than the sex. We actually enjoyed each other and found we had very similar tastes and proclivities. Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour and day by day I fell under her trance. It was as if she was hypnotizing me and I was eagerly anticipating going deeper and deeper into her web. Every now and then when she was short of money I would step up to the plate and help her out never revealing my full financial situation.
Sandra and I had been seeing each other for two years when she proposed marriage. She said she had been giving it lots of thought and our relationship had progressed to where she felt we would be better off together. During that time, I had paid for breast enhancements for her and collagen injections into her lips, beauty salon appointments every week, and anything else she wanted. We were polar opposites physically. She was a tall redheaded BBW with wide hips, a huge ass, thick thighs and towered over my five-foot five frame. I'm chubby, bald, with a tiny cock and since I've met Sandra totally shaved from head to toe.
During our time together Sandra never made any bones about her other lovers. She would call them "toys" or "fun distractions" or her "big cock toys" and I ultimately accepted and embraced them knowing I certainly could never satisfy her insatiable sex drive. She would usually tell me about their trysts while I knelt naked, her fondling my balls and making me cum in a very painful manner without ever touching my cock. She would regale me with what they did and how they did it. She would tell me in great detail about their cocks and their lovemaking prowess. And of course, she would always point out that I was not a real man like them, sometimes touching my tiny penis and measuring it with her thumb (which it didn't even reach the end of) and laughing hysterically. Through it all she could see how horny it made me and how much I truly loved it.
We are an odd couple when people see us, Sandra the more dominant alpha female who runs the house and our relationship, me the meek beta submissive male who does her bidding. Soon I would be doing her lover's bidding as well. His name was Vince and he was everything I was not. Tall, broad shouldered, muscular, a thick head of hair, six-pack abs and tattoos covering his huge biceps and his back. He was an Adonis! Sandra would say he was the perfect male specimen. She first showed me pictures of him from a vacation they had taken to the ocean. He stood tan, and glowing wearing a tiny black Speedo his arm wrapped around Sandra. An huge bulge protruded through the tight fabric outlining a massive penis albeit soft.
Tonight would be the night I would finally meet him. I was as nervous as a high school girl on her first date! It was a Saturday and Sandra had left the house earlier in the afternoon to meet him at his condo and then go shopping and for drinks with some friends. I was instructed to have dinner on the table at seven. She had also had me wearing a pair of female black yoga pants, a cream colored blouse of hers that could be taken for androgynous and just the slightest hint of blush and eyeshadow with her sparkling lip gloss. While I didn't look completely like a female I certainly didn't look like a male either which was her point.
His Cadillac Escalade pulled into the driveway and I heard Sandra giggling. They walked in and my face burned crimson.
"So this is the husband huh?" Vince said, walking around me inspecting me up and down as I stood, hands clasped obediently in front of me. Sandra stood in front of me arms crossed with a smirk on her face.
"Cute isn't he?"
Vince pulled his keys from his pocket and handed them to me.
