Cassie and I had both taken a week off between now and New Year's, we didn't have much plans this year for Christmas, we both lived far from our respective families. We decided this year to spend the holidays together, just the two of us. December at work was very stressful for both us, so we were just relieved to be able to have some down time and just take it easy at home, without any cemented plans.
It had been a couple of months since we first introduced some fantasies and fetishes into our sex life. We hadn't been dirty talking every night but it was definitely regularly present in our intimate moments and we seemed to be a lot more active than before. Slowly but surely, communication about fantasies and fetishes improved.
Cassie was always very straightforward and never wasted time stirring around the pot. "Hey baby, I was using the laptop the other day and I stumbled on your search history" she said to me as I was cooking dinner one night. I gulped. Remembering a lot of research on fantasies and fetishes I had done on that computer. Part of me was happy that she was mentioning it. I had a hard time opening up about it, I was a bit shyer and more introverted in this aspect. I knew that Cassie would never judge me, but a part of me was afraid of it being weird if I opened up too much.
Cassie sat at the kitchen table and turned on the laptop. "It looks like you have been doing quite a lot of research on this... cuckolding and SPH, see? I can use the lingo now" she laughed. I never brought up to her the fact that I had done research on this and found out that cuckolding was actually quite "popular" and that small penis humiliation (SPH, as she already knew the term) was a thing. But I guess she knows about it now. A big part of me was excited she did.
"You know you can talk to me about these things, your fantasies... fetishes..." she smiled.
"I know baby, you know I am shy when trying to express myself with this kind of stuff."
As a former Army soldier, I always viewed as this stereotypical manly guy. Cassie has also always made me feel like that kind of man. The Army was always a bit of a pissing contest where the guys would always compete to know who was the best; who can lift more, who can run faster, who was a better shot and so on... I'd say I was pretty close to the top of totem pole in terms of fitness and skills compared to my colleagues back in the day, but I never really had that need to prove myself compared to most of the other guys. I wasn't insecure, I just lived and let live. As I got older, I found myself even more secure and open to different life experiences. However, I still struggled in expressing myself with these new fetishes as it was such a contrast from what you'd expect or even how I viewed myself as that stereotypical ex-military guy.
"I know. I love that shy side of you" she added to reassure me, and I knew she was honest. She went on, "...from what I read here, cuckolding involves a man, the cuckold, who gets turned on by watching his wife fuck other men. The cuckold, so you, in this scenario..." she giggled and continued, "wants his wife to get fucked by a man that can be called a 'bull'... That's kind of hot, baby."
She had done her research, obviously. I was getting turned on that she actually read up about it and found it hot. Lately I have been reading more and more into it and found myself fantasizing about it becoming a reality. She wasn't done, "...the bull, is usually a sexually dominant male, that probably has a bigger dick than the cuckold. I guess this is where this ties in with your SPH fetish" I froze while chopping vegetables and realized my dick was hard and I could even feel drops of precum in my boxers.
Lately I realized that, in the past, my dick wouldn't necessarily get wet unless it was being physically stimulated. But ever since I found out about the cuckolding and SPH fetishes, the thought of these things made my dick soaked. She was circling around the kitchen as she was talking to me and came in behind me as I was facing the counter. She glided her hands on my hips towards the front of my body, slowly grazing my dick and balls. "I knew you'd be hard! You really do love this stuff!" She lifted my pants and boxers and slid a hand in to reach my cock and retracted it immediately. "Holy shit baby! You're soaked!"
"I know... every time I think about this stuff, I get really horny and my dick actually gets really wet."
"Oh my god! This is really a turn-on for you, I guess I should keep reading up about it, for you, you know." She said while giggling and got back in front of the laptop.
"Good idea baby, I love how you actually read up on it"
"Hehe, well I do love you and I love making you feel good, and pleasuring you. You are my husband after all" she said with a very reassuring and loving tone. I loved this girl so much.
I was finishing up making dinner while Cassie seemed to be extremely focused on what she was reading on the laptop. "What are you reading about?" I asked. "Oh, nothing really, I was just getting up to speed with what you read before, I think I'm getting a good understanding of these fetishes and what turns you on about it."
For the next couple of days, we were enjoying our vacation and spending quality time with each other.
On Christmas Eve, I heard a knock at the door, and realized a package was left at the door. I heard Cassie running down the stairs... "is it a package?? Don't open it!!" I took it in my hands and just gave it to her. I imagined it was a last-minute Christmas present that I wasn't supposed to see but the box had no indication of what it was, so I had no idea. "Thank you, baby, now forget you saw anything" and she giggled as she ran back up the stairs with her package.
We decided to have drinks and exchange gifts that night. I had bought her a book she had wanted, some clothes and some jewelry. She had gotten me similar things, clothes, a watch and comfortable slippers. We were both happy and spent the night cuddling on the couch in front of the TV. We were getting a bit tipsy as the night progressed and decided to play a game. "Let's play, would you rather" Cassie proposed, I agreed.
"Would you rather be rich and miserable or poor and happy" she asked.
"Poor and happy obviously" I answered.
I realized the potential of this game, and started having some dirty thoughts but decided to keep it tamed for now.
"Would you rather be able to fly, or be invisible?" I asked.
"Fly duh, but it would be interesting to be invisible and see what people are up to"
"Would you rather fuck me or lick my pussy?" Cassie broke the ice with the first sexual question. She had that usual mischievous look.
"Hmm... I do love licking your pussy... but I have to say I'd rather fuck you, you can't replace that"
"Ooh... interesting" she said sipping on her rum and coke.
