Author's note: This story is like one of those television docu-dramas. It is based on actual happenings, but some scenes have been altered or invented for dramatic purposes. All the main characters are real people, aged 18 or over, and all the sex scenes described are consensual. Some names have been changed to protect the identities of people who are still active in the lifestyle that this story describes.
Chapter One: How it all started (and some background information.)
When I got in from school that Friday, I was surprised to find that my cuckold was already home. Not only that, he was already in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I kissed him on the cheek, and looked suspiciously at him.
"What have you done?" I asked, with a hint of a smile on my lips. "You're home early and you're preparing our evening meal. You must have done something that I won't approve of. So come on, spit it out."
He looked at me with an expression that signified that my accusation had hurt him.
"Why do you assume that I've done something to upset you?" he asked. "The interviews finished early, because two candidates didn't turn up. One phoned to say that he'd been offered a job in another company, and the second was a no-show. I only had two people to interview after all."
I stroked his face and apologised. I had forgotten that he was interviewing candidates for a job in his business. A lot of things were slipping my mind these days. And that was definitely not his fault. Let me explain the circumstances.
Richard and I had been happily married for almost three years. We were comfortably off, given that I earned a very good salary in my position as deputy head in the primary school in the town where we live, and Richard owned and ran his own civil engineering company. We had a circle of friends with whom we socialised, went on holidays with, and who we met regularly for meals and social evenings in some of the restaurants and bars in town. Life in general was good.
Except for the sex. I must admit that I adore sex. I never need much persuading to indulge, and I've always been open and honest with Richard about my past. When he asked me to marry him, he already knew that I'd had several partners in the past. I also told him that I was bi-sexual, and that some of my past lovers had been women.
For the first eighteen months, perhaps two years of our marriage, I stayed monogamous, enduring rather than enjoying sex with my husband. It wasn't that he didn't try. He never turned me down when I initiated sex, and he often began things himself too. It was just that he was, still is, in fact, the owner of the tiniest, thinnest cock it has been my misfortune to behold. Added to that, when he got hard and put it in me, if he lasted three minutes before expelling a thin stream of cum, I counted myself lucky. Thankfully, his oral skills were much better, and he had no objection to me using any of my large collection of dildos and vibrators that I had amassed in the years before we were married.
As I said, we were happy together, despite Richard's shortcomings (pun intended!) in the bedroom. Neither of us wanted children, so I took the pill from the start of our marriage. I hated condoms, which I had discovered were the cause of the irritation I had suffered every time I had been fucked by a man wearing one. Also, I loved the sensation of feeling a man explode his cum into me. Unfortunately, Richard tended to dribble rather than explode, but I loved him (I still do) and so I put up with things, and spent a lot of money on batteries for my toys.
What changed my lifestyle started off with an innocent dinner party to which Richard and I had been invited. It took place in the home of our good friends Maureen and Brian, and we were expecting to be joined by another couple in our social circle, Cindy and Harold. Except, when we arrived, it was to the news that Cindy and Harold weren't coming. Over dinner, it emerged that Harold had discovered that Cindy was having an affair, and Maureen (always to the forefront where gossip was concerned) informed us that it looked as if divorce was on the cards.
I was shocked and upset. I liked Cindy and Harold, and the thought of not seeing them both together if, or rather when, they divorced, made me very sad. On the way home, when I told Richard how I felt,he agreed with me, and thus began the conversation that turned me into a hotwife and my husband into a cuckold.
We were in bed by this time. We'd had sex and Richard had barely got his cock in me before he shot his bolt. I wasn't happy, so he got me off with his tongue, and afterwards we spooned and I asked him how I tasted with cum in my cunt.
"Delicious," he replied, adding, "I only wish I was better equipped to pleasure you properly before going down on you. I imagine the taste would be even better if I'd made you cum first."
I chuckled. "I'll have to get you one of those rubber cock sheaths," I said cruelly. "You wear it over your little cock when you fuck me. The only problem is you don't get much pleasure as you don't get any feeling when you're wearing it."
"That wouldn't bother me," answered Richard. "I reckon that's why Cindy has been playing away. Harold's even less well endowed than I am! Cindy must have felt the need to have a real man fuck her."
There was silence in the bedroom after Richard had spoken these words. I'm as broad minded as the next person, but having an affair behind your husband's back seemed to me to be deceitful, treacherous and downright wrong. I told Richard as much, and I added, "When I married you, I did so 'for better or for worse.' I know you have a really small cock, but you do your best, and you always get me off with your tongue. I'd love it if you had a huge cock, but you haven't, so that's that."
"Yes, but it's not, is it?" replied my darling husband. "I love you as much as you love me. If you found a boyfriend who could fuck you properly, I wouldn't object. In fact, it would be the best of both worlds for the pair of us. You'd be sexually satisfied, and I'd be happy that you were being properly fucked. And we'd both know, so that you wouldn't have to do anything behind my back."
I was shocked. For a few moments I was almost unable to speak, but I did manage to burst out with "So no sooner than I found a 'boyfriend' as you put it, no doubt you'd be on the hunt for someone too. Someone younger than me, with firmer tits and a tighter cunt, I bet."
I got out of bed and stormed off into the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut and making it perfectly obvious to my husband that I certainly didn't approve of his plan to have a more open marriage.
I slept really badly. Richard and I had never slept apart since we'd been married. I was awakened by the combination of the sound of birdsong and sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. It had been dark when I came into the spare bedroom last night, and in my temper, I'd forgotten to draw the curtains. I knew that I'd never get back to sleep, but I didn't want to see Richard yet. I was still furious with him.
There was a tap on the door, it opened and Richard came in with a tray with two mugs of tea on it.
"Good morning, my darling," he said. "I'm so sorry about last night. Can we talk things through, please? I hate it when we quarrel."
"So do I," I admitted, forgiving him immediately and wriggling over in the smaller spare bed to make room for him. "I missed you and your tiny cock last night. It might not be big, and it might go off far too quickly, but it's what you've got, and I don't want you putting it in anybody but me."
"I never would," replied Richard earnestly. "And what you said last night was totally wrong. I don't need a younger bimbo with pert tits and a tight cunt. What I need is you, properly looked after, who could come home after a date to tell me how well you'd been fucked, and, if you wanted, to allow me to go down on you and clean you up."
"R... r...really?" I stuttered. "You'd really be happy if I went with another man?"
"Hell, yes," he replied with a grin. "Lots of couples do it. The term for a woman who fucks other men with her husband's knowledge and approval is a HotWife, and her husband is known as a cuckold. I must admit that I don't know which name turns me on more. You being a HotWife or me being made a cuckold! But it does turn me on. Look!"
He peeled back the duvet and displayed a rock solid three inches of hard cock. There was even a thick globule of pre-cum oozing out of his piss hole.I grinned at him.
"This tea is too hot to drink at the moment," I said, winking at him. "Let's leave it for a few minutes to cool, shall we?"
I shimmied down in bed and opened my legs.
