Cuckold Beginnings Pt 03 1

I was addicted to her. I knew I wanted her and somehow this incredible woman found me more than tolerable. We had unbelievable sex for the next year and a half. She didn't cum from my dick but I made up for it with my tongue. I thought that was just how her body operated... time would prove otherwise.

Over that time we had a lot of fun and yes, she teased me but we didn't go beyond each other for the full year and a half. I popped the question, we got married four months later, and married life began. It was perfect.

Fast forward six months into our first year of marriage... we were at our her sister's neighborhood pool hanging out. I see this guy looking over at Ashley quite a bit. He was intimidatingly good looking. Dark hair, olive skin, and very fit. He was around 6'2" and you could see a bit of a six pack through his tan skin.

"Ash?" I hear him say as he walks over. a pit in my stomach formed immediately. He was way too hot for my ego.

She jumps up, "Oh my gosh, Jason!" and gives him a big hug.

They held each other for a bit longer than normal and I became very aware that my wife was wearing a thong bikini. They talked for a couple of minutes right there in front of her sister and I before Ashley turned around and introduced me.

I stood up and adjusted my shirt trying to look as big as possible, like it mattered. I shook his hand and he was very nice. He said, "Man, you got yourself an incredible girl, here." I said that I agreed and in my mind I'd already made up my mind that they'd fucked at least once.

I asked how they knew each other while bracing for the answer. Ash said, "Babe, he went to (our college). We worked together at TacoMac." She said it like I should've known.

When she introduced him to her sister, Emma, Emma said, "Oh I remember hearing about you." He finally went away after a few minutes.

"That is one good looking guy," Emma said.

Ash laughed a little and said, "Yeah I guess he's alright." They both chuckled while I tried not to be insecure as hell.

When we got in the car to go home I brought him up as nonchalantly as I could, which wasn't nonchalant at all. "So, you and Jason. Did you date?"

She looked over at me and smiled, "What do you want that answer to be."

"The truth," I said, a little abruptly.

"Babe... no we didn't fuck. We worked together, that was it. Don't be like that."

I said sorry and said even if they had it was none of my business.

She said, "If I had said yes, what would have been the difference to you, then?"

"I don't know. Really don't. I guess he's just a really good looking guy. Its a bit intimidating."

She was so encouraging to me about me being hot and the only guy she wanted, etc.

That night we had a block party in our neighborhood. We each had a couple of drinks and I started telling this friend of mine about Jason and somehow was trying to belittle him for being so hot. Saying he was a "ken doll" and mentioning he probably looks in the mirror every five minutes.

Ash was in a separate conversation but heard me talking about him. She came over and said, "My goodness he got to you, huh?" as she put her arm around me. My friend laughed.

When we walked back to our house about twenty minutes later we were all smiles and a little tipsy. We got in the bedroom and fell on the bed together.

In her direct way of communicating, "Why are you thinking about Jason so much?" I tried to play it off like I wasn't. She said, "Part of you wishes I'd had sex with him, doesn't it?" I acted like she was crazy. She was lying by my side with our bodies touching.

She got up and said she'd be right back. I was in my button down shirt and khakis, still on the bed, as I watched her disappear towards the kitchen. I sat up against the headboard and started messing around on my phone.

In she walks with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and wearing only the black lace thong had under her sundress. "Let's keep this party going." We kept drinking and kept making out. Somewhere in there I lost all of my clothes.

"We've shared a lot of kinky thoughts before, right?" she said. "Yep," I said, totally distracted by her breasts in my face. "Can I tell you another one right now?" "Absolutely," I said. Usually, this ended in one of us doing something fun to the other.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "When I worked with Jason, I wanted to fuck him so bad." She was in my ear still and I could feel the pang of angst in my gut.

I was intrigued to say the least. "Why didn't you?" I basically whispered back.

She leaned back, straddling me, and said, "He always had a fucking girlfriend."

"Ah.... well, sorry." We both laughed.

"I'll tell you one thing, that guy we saw today really wanted to fuck you."

She bit her lip trying to hide a smile, "Yeah... I could tell."

She reached back felt I was rock hard. I'd been hard for a while but went diamond hard talking about this.

"Fuck that's hot," she said as she gripped my dick. I could feel how wet she was just from her sitting on my abdomen.

"How would you want to fuck him? Would you want to be on top?" I asked.

Even my super kinky wife seemed pretty shocked by my question. She opened her eyes and looked at me, mouth still open because she was so turned on.

"To start." she said.

I kept going, "I bet he's wanted to fuck you for years... he'd probably want to bend you over and fuck you from behind."

I sat up spun her around. She was on her hands and knees. I grabbed her thong and pulled it off as quickly as possible before burying my face in her pussy from behind. She was wetter than I'd ever felt in our time together. She came so hard and as much as she tried to squirm away I held her hips and ate her out to a second orgasm.

I'd never seen my wife so spent. She was a mess. I was so turned on. I remember grabbing my dick and starting to jack off and she told me to cum all over her.

As I was getting close I blurted out, "I want you to fuck him. I want you to have that."

I then came more than I ever had in my entire life, covering her breasts and getting it in her hair and on her face. I collapsed on her, making it even messier.

As we lied there together I felt like my soul had left my body. I expected to have post-nut clarity but I was still turned on about the idea of them together.

Still breathing hard and still drunk she said, "You mean that?" I started to ask what and before I could get it out she said, "Did you mean you wanted me to have that? Have him?"

My mind was racing but I just said it, "Yes I did."

She turned moved out from under me and moved down to where were eye to eye. She put a hand on the side of my face and stared into my eyes. Without a word she started kissing me so passionately I felt like I immediately had a boner again.

We made out for probably 15 minutes before she ended up riding my face. She came a third time and then collapsed on me. Our bed and us were absolutely destroyed.

The rabbit was out of the hat. We knew what was next but had no idea how to get there.