My wife Kate was turning 25 next month. She stands at 5'11" (about an inch taller than I) and weighs about 145 pounds, holding it in all the right places. Kate has the most perfect, kissable face. The first thing I actually noticed about her when we met was her face, to be precise, her big, bright electric-blue eyes, which sat just above her little button nose, and just down below exists a perfect straight white smile outlining a pair of pouty, plump lips that always seem to be painted up a bright cherry-red - which contrast beautifully with her porcelain milk-white skin.
Kate and I have been married for just over a year now, we dated for roughly a year before I proposed. We originally met on a dating site, she was looking to settle down and I was looking for something, and we fell in love on our first date. I knew Kate was right for me from the get-go. She's athletic, she likes my humor, she's a great cook, and above all, she's a very warm, caring, loving woman. She did want to wait until after marriage before we had sex though, which was a little concerning, but I was a virgin before I met Kate, so I was used to it.
Herein lies the problem, my Wife and I's sex life. Because we had no premarital sex, over two years of sexual tension had been building up to our Wedding night, and it ended for me in utter humiliation. When we got up to our hotel suite that night, we kissed for what seemed like hours on the hotel bed, my penis hard and throbbing inside my pants the entire time. She slowly stripped down to only her panties, which were visibly damp, and me to only my slacks. When she finally whispered the words into my ear, "take out your dick", I lost control having never heard words like that come out of Kate's mouth, the moment she pulled down my pants to expose my fully erect member, it began to prematurely ejaculate, spurt after spurt, all over myself, her hands and the bedsheet. The shame and humiliation I felt was indescribable, but after having realizing what had happened, Kate was very reassuring and told me not to worry too much. We fell asleep together, and two things never happened again after that night: one, we haven't spoke about it once since it had happened a little over a year ago, and two, we haven't tried to have sex since.
I should have brought it up sometime between then and now, because, perhaps I could have avoided the current situation. But in retrospect, I should have seen it coming.
"Honey, can we talk about something... kind of important?" Kate utters sheepishly in between sips of her morning coffee.
I look up from my breakfast to my wife sitting across from me at our kitchen table. Her pale skin is glowing in the Saturday morning sunlight, which shines brightly through the surrounding windows.
"Of course babe, what's up?" I shoot back at her, a little too distracted by the skimpy, pink, fuzzy nightgown I bought her last Christmas, which is currently struggling to contain her busty figure, to care much about what she is going to say next.
She stares at me a bit. I can hear her foot nervously tapping on one of the table's legs as if she is contemplating whether to say something or not, I continue to eat my breakfast.
Kate finally breaks the silence just before it turns awkward, "Hubby, do you find me sexy?" she says to me with worried, questioning eyes.
I nearly fall out of my chair.
"Yes!" I practically shout back. "Of course I find you sexy! How could I not? I mean, look at you.." I trail off, gesturing with my hand toward Kate's midriff.
My wife's anxious expression immediately lets up, she even lets out a small sigh of relief. The uneasiness in her eyes are seemingly replaced by a cautious excitement. I don't understand how my wife is surprised? She must be addressing the problem I have been too ashamed to bring up, our yearlong sexless marriage. "Was she about to talk about us trying to have sex again?" I wonder to myself. I begin to get excited.
"I am so relieved to hear that!" My wife spouts before letting out a quiet giggle. Kate puts down her coffee mug before reaching across the table to hold my hand and continue. "Look, honey..." she pauses and looks away, as if looking for the right words to say. I can hear her nervous foot tapping again. A moment passes before she looks me in the eyes again to continue, "I'm aware of your little... uh... problem. But I've been talking to one of my girlfriends, and she told me about something she read on the Internet which solves our sex problem! If... you have an open mind of course..." Kate was now talking in a serious, nurturing tone.
I can't believe it, finally, a year later we are talking about sex again! I can't figure out why she is speaking so gingerly, I guess she just doesn't understand how much I want it. I am only wearing boxers and my dick is growing hard in them.
"Yes! Of course honey! Anything!" I tell her eagerly. "I'm really glad you brought this up Kate, I know it's been over a year since last time, but I'm willing to try anything for you!" I add.
A sexy, dubious smirk spread across my wife's face, she lets go of my hand, places her elbows on the edge of the table, locks her fingers together and rests her head atop seductively. I'm fully erect now, the head is pushing hard up against the soft cotton material of my underwear.
"So there is this thing called cuckolding..." my wife utters, her tone quieting to a whisper by the time she said cuckolding.
My heart sinks. I know exactly what cuckolding is. I hope this isn't going where I think this is going, does my wife really want to have sex with other men? How can this be? There is no way this is happening! We made vows to stay loyal to one another! I keep silent though, and let her continue.
"You and I can still enjoy sex together sweetie, but we'll just use the help of a third member..." Kate states in an unintentionally condescending manner.
I cannot believe what my wife is suggesting. This is so wrong. Kate is my wife! She isn't supposed to fuck anybody but me! I can feel my face turning beet red. Kate is just staring at me with raised eyebrows and a tilted head, expecting me to say something. Thoughts are racing through my mind a mile-a-minute, for some reason my dick is as hard as ever.
