My wife and I had talked about my cuckold fantasies for years. It started about a year after we were married. While we were in bed one night fooling around, we were talking about fantasies, and we came around to the subject of her bachelorette party. She admitted that she was really attracted to the stripper that she had dance for her. As she was talking about him, I was fingering her, and I finally asked her, "If you had had an opportunity to slip away with him, would you have fucked him?"
Without hesitation, she said, "Oh god, yes."
I almost came without her touching me. She immediately asked me if that bothered me, and I told her no, and in fact I had never been more turned on. And so our secret fetish was born. She looks like a quiet, good girl, so this made the whole thing even hotter. We continued to talk about our fantasies for a long time and I was actively encouraging her to find a boyfriend. This was harder than I thought it would be. One night, she came home from a night out, and I was already in bed. She came into the bedroom and noticed that I was awake. As she was getting undressed, she said, "Is there anything that I could tell you that would surprise you?"
I replied, "No, I don't think so."
She then proceeded to tell me that she had made out with a guy and rubbed his cock until he almost came. She and I fucked so hard that night, and for a few nights afterward, just reminiscing about her experience. That was about as far as things would ever go. She continued to flirt for a few years after that, and we'd talk about the fantasy quite a bit, but after years of marriage and a few kids, she seemed to have lost interest.
Then one day out of the blue, while we're in bed and she's lightly stroking my cock, she whispered, 'Do you still think about me fucking other men?"
I was ecstatic. This fetish was so strong for me, and it made my orgasms so powerful.
I told her, 'Well, yeah, I think about it all the time. The thought of you with other men is so erotic."
She asked, "Why is that? What is it that gets you off?"
After a little thought, I told her, "I think it's a lot of things. I think you're hot, so it's kind of like a porn movie...but it's more than that. I kind of like feeling submissive sometimes, like you're in control of our sexual relationship. Almost like I enjoy you going out and getting what you want from another well-hung man, and giving me what's left over."
She then said, "You said, 'well-hung.' Why is that?"
Although I much preferred women, I always wondered what it was like to get taken by a man. I hadn't told her this before because I was afraid she would think I was a sissy. I'm not one to lie to her, but I wasn't sure how to answer her. So, I hesitated.
She snuggled in closer and said, "Cocks are nice. It's ok if you like them too. Does me sleeping with men stir some kind of bisexual desire in you?"
I finally blurted out, "Yeah. It does. I really want to know what it feels like to fuck and get fucked by men..." I then slipped my tongue into her mouth because I wasn't sure I was ready to hear what she had to say.
When I stopped, she said," I kind of figured as much. It's OK. I don't mind."
That's when she sprung it on me. "I've been seeing Paul for a little while now, I just haven't told you. I know I told you a while ago that I'd let you know if I found someone, but I wanted to keep him for myself a little while. But now I'm ready to share." Then she picked up the phone, called Paul and told him to come over.
When he came through the door, the two of them didn't waste any time. Her hand went right for his cock and she started stroking him through his pants. His large hands slipped up her thigh and her ass lifting the neglige she was wearing. Their mouths met, and their tongues entwined. Then she got down on her knees, fished out his long cock, and started sucking him. Most of the time she looked up at him, but sometimes she would glance over at me with taunting eyes. She was even fingering herself. After a few minutes he picked her up and carried her to our bedroom and closed the door. It was the most painful pleasure ever to crouch outside my bedroom door and listen to them fuck and make love for the next hour.
Paul eventually opened the door to leave. He looked me in the eye and said, "She has such a nice tight pussy. I filled it up for you." After he left, I went into the room and she was just laying there. I crawled into bed next to her and she dreamily whispered, "I have never been fucked like that in my life..." I started french kissing her getting so turned on by the fact that Paul's dick had just been in her mouth within the last hour. She then pushed my head down to her pussy and said, "Do the one thing you're good at."
