It must've been the soundest sleep I've ever had. I woke up and saw that it was already 9:34am, my wife Brooke was fast asleep in the bed next to me. I laid there for a while trying to re-live in my mind the previous nights events. After a long time of role-playing, Brooke actually cuckolded me. She had sex with Derek, who is her hairdresser, in front of me while I was wearing one of her bras and a pair of panties. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life and it couldn't have been better. I could almost still taste the remnants of Derek's load that I lapped up from Brooke's pussy right after he left. The sensation of sliding my 5-inch cock into Brooke for what she called 'sloppy seconds' was deliciously humiliating.
Gently I caressed my sleeping wife's nude back as she started to awaken. We exchanged "good morning's" and just stared at each other for a little while.
"Last night was amazing honey." Brooke said.
"I know, it was better than I could've imagined" I agreed, "this may sound strange but did you have a favorite part?"
"Yes, definitely," she stated "I felt like a total slut. I know that usually is associated with being a bad thing. But I think a lot of women would like to be slutty without the social stigma of being a slut. Like I knew that since you were enjoying it as much as I was that it was OK and that being a 'slut' was a good thing."
"You're a great slut, dear" I said with a smirk.
"Oh, Sean," she said sarcastically "that's the nicest thing you've said to me in a long time!"
We both had a laugh but we really were on the same page. She enjoyed that idea of being slutty and I craved the domination that she doled out along with it. We both knew that it wasn't our entire lives. We were 'normal' people but had this kinky side that we liked to explore in our sexual play. Our friends and neighbors didn't know anything about that side of us and that's just the way we wanted it.
We continued our little role-play situations with great enthusiasm. Brooke would dress real slutty and come into the bedroom, slap me around, verbally abuse me -- calling me a 'faggot' or 'sissy' and force into wearing her underwear. Then she'd go into great detail about all the men she'd fucked while sitting on my face. Needless to say we really enjoyed all of it.
About six months went by since our night with Derek, when Brooke asked if I'd be interested in another night of actual cuckolding. Well it took me about 2 seconds to answer "Yes!"
"OK, then" she explained, "This Friday, I'll set something up. I'll make all the arrangements."
Friday came and I was dreading my workday, it seemed to drag on forever. Once 5pm came I raced home to find Brooke on the couch leafing through a magazine.
Going straight into her dominate slutty persona she greeted me with "Oh, I see my little faggot hubby is home. Are you happy to see me?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Well then show me. Get over here and lick my feet."
Hurriedly I went over to her and began to tongue her sexy peds.
"That's it," she cooed "you know where your place is."