Author's Notes: This is a story of a husband who wants to live his fantasies but doesn't like the reality. This includes cuckold, Hotwife, humiliation and other types of fetishes.
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"You want me to do what!?!?!?" My wife Tracy screamed at me.
"Calm down honey, I was just sharing my feelings." I said while I tried to calm her. I was still laying naked in the bed while she was pacing the floor waving her hands around and glancing back at me occasionally. She was still naked herself and looked amazing, even if she wanted to tear my head off.
"Calm down!?!?!?!" She screamed and then finally stopped and focused on me. She had a tear coming down her face. "You basically just told me........your wife.......that you want me to be a whore! Just to open my legs for anyone! How can I not be mad?"
My erection was gone at this point and my dick had crawled back into me, showing just a small head sitting on top of my balls.
"Honey, it was just me sharing my deepest thoughts and fantasies with you." At this point I was pleading, just hoping to calm her down and at least lower her voice so the neighbors weren't hearing our argument.
"Well, your perverted fantasies sound a whole lot like you don't love me! So, what is it, Steve? Is it because I was wild back in the day that you think I would just jump at the opportunity to sleep around?"
"No.....not that at all." I couldn't even make eye contact with her.
Tracy was still standing at the foot of the bed and had her hands folded over her breasts. Even upset, she looked amazing. Her full C Cups stand as firm as the day I met her. Her flat stomach with a hint of abs draws your eyes down to her bald pussy with the cute little Heart tattoo right in her bikini line.
She continued to yell. "So, what is it then? Do you want me to screw around so you can divorce me? Are you bringing this up so you can go out and screw someone else?"
"No.......I just have fantasies of you with other men. I'm not interested in anyone else. I just want you to be happy." I finally made eye contact with her and was hoping that my eyes would convey that I wasn't doing anything devious.
"Wait a minute." She finally put a hand up to shut me up. "So, are you saying that you just want your wife of 8 years, who loves you dearly, to start sleeping around so you can watch and jerk yourself off?"
I didn't dare speak. But I did feel my dick stir a little.
We had been in the middle of foreplay, and she was going down on me when I brought it up. I told her that I had a fantasy and really wanted her to bring it to life for me. When she kept sucking on me, I went on to tell her that my fantasy was to watch her sleep with other men and make me a cuckold.
That's when everything exploded in my face.
Tracy continued. "What's wrong with you? Am I not good enough for you? Do you just have to continue these sick twisted fantasies and push me? What makes you think I would even consider this?"
After that hung in the air, I thought I could bring it back to normal and get her to understand my point of view.
I started to speak slowly. "Well, from what you've told me, I know that I'm not as well-endowed as some of your past lovers. I just thought it would be hot to watch you make love to one of them like you make love to me."
She looked at me side eyed, almost daring me to continued...........and like a fool I did.
"Plus, you've told me about how wild you were in college and how you had wild sex with several guys, sometimes several at once. It turned me on. So, I thought it would be hot for you to get to have all the sex you want, and I could watch and obey you."
It was too late when I realized that I had went too far.
Her eyes went as wide as saucers. Now she held up both hands to stop me. "Are your serious right now?!?!? You mean to tell me that you are going to throw it in my face that I was a slut in college? I told you those things to share with you that I was a changed person and only wanted you. Not so you could have some sort of twisted fantasy jerking off to them!"
It was true that in college she was a bit of a slut (her words, not mine). She had told me that she loved the feeling at the time of the sexual freedom but deep down regretted being just another notch on the wall to a horny guy. In fact, she had gotten a reputation and whether it was a guy buying her dinner or taking her to a movie, it almost always ended with her opening her legs or taking his cock down her throat. She loved the feeling and she said that she was very orgasmic during that time. However, once she grew up a little she realized just what everyone thought of her. She wasn't a potential mate to anyone, just a slut to have fun with. Girls that she knew stopped hanging out with her and most guys didn't even want to buy her dinner before they got into her pants. That hurt her and once she understood what her reputation had become, she changed overnight. When we met for the first time, she hadn't dated for almost a year. She was trying to become a different person and she had confided those things to me as we got closer and our relationship looked like it had a future.
"That's not what I meant." I pleaded. "Tracy please listen to me. You are the most important person in the world to me. I love you and just want you to enjoy yourself. You have to admit that I can't give you the pleasure you told me about in some of those stories. I just want to give you everything you've ever wanted."
She stood in silence for a moment and then went around and sat on the edge of the bed, as far away from me as she could. She also grabbed a pillow and covered herself as best she could from me when she sat down.
She had tears streaming down both sides of her face now. Obviously hurt and confused. In a calmer voice she said, "Okay, so what was the plan, Steve? If I'm out screwing these guys, what are you doing as this........what do call it...... cuckold husband?"
I don't know what I was thinking but I was pushing this hard.
"You being a Hot Wife with a cuckold husband relationship means that you could have all the sex you want from whoever you want, and I would patiently wait on you. Some of the people into the cuckold lifestyle like to humiliate the husbands. Sometimes they even make them watch and laugh at them. Or they send the husbands on errands, make them buy lingerie for their dates or help the Hotwife get ready for her date."
I honestly thought in my twisted brain that she was warming to the idea. I had no idea that in her silence, she was actually daring me to continue.
But I was dumb and just kept talking.
"In our case, it would depend on what we were comfortable with. A cuckold just stays loyal to his wife while she enjoys other men. That means you could go on dates or whatever and then come back to me when you are done. It would be my job to reclaim you." My dick was really starting to stir at this point, gaining almost an inch. Still soft but on its way to its 5" of glory.
"Reclaim me?" She had a little of a sarcastic tone, but I missed it. I was too invested in my fantasy.
"Once you come back, I would either have sex with you, or eat his cum out of you, or both."
Tracy's nose twisted in disgust, "Eat his cum out?"
Missing the subtle change in her face, I grinned thinking she was really interested. "Yeah, I could bring you to more orgasms while I cleaned you up."
She just stared at me. I decided to fill the silence because in my stupid head I was convincing her.
"And the fact that you are a Hot Wife and I'm a cuckold means that you could have sex at their place, or a hotel or even in our bed. You could have me watch you two, bring you drinks or wait in the other room."
That was it, she had heard enough.
"So now I'm not just opening my legs and letting anyone cum in me like a ride at the county fair?!? Is that what you think I am?!? A horny whore that needs endless cock while her wimp husband licks the cum out of my pussy?!?!?"
She stood up and threw the pillow at me. That's when she saw my full-blown erection.
She was now completely hysterical and crying. Boy I had really blown it.
"Are you getting off on this? You just told your LOYAL and LOVING wife that you wanted her to start fucking random men and let them cum in her while you sit at home like a wimp and then eat me out when I get back. Then you sit there with a hard on!"
At that she was sobbing, and her words were getting harder to understand.
"I have done nothing but love you and this is how you truly feel about me. I'm taking a shower and when I get out you better not be in this room. I need time to think about our marriage and the man I thought I married versus whoever you are."
With that she turned and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
I knew that I was in trouble, so I put on my boxers and PJs and went to the guest room. I wasn't sure how bad I had messed up, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy to come back from this.