It's funny really how my thoughts and ideas about it built over time. I never classed myself as a cuckold, in fact I find no joy in the term. I see myself more as a voyeur, interested in watching women get fucked. It just so happens my voyeurism is limited to just one woman and that one woman is my wife.
My name is Richard York and I have been married to Elizabeth for over thirty five years. I could kid you all and tell you it's been plain sailing but it hasn't. But we've managed to survive.
Elizabeth to me is more stunning now than she has ever been. Over the years the sharp edges of her personality have softened whilst at the same time her body has matured like vintage wine. She still possesses an hourglass figure with delicious heart shaped ass cheeks and colossal 38DD breasts which unbelievably still seem able to defy gravity.
Of course I tell her all the time how good she looks, how her body is fantastic. But I'm her husband, so she makes light of it. I can't tell you how frustrated I get especially as she can get me so aroused with just one kiss from those sensuous full red lips.
But it matters not, for I have a problem. And it's a big one. Well actually it's a little one. Not only do I have a below average sized cock, I also have great difficulty in getting an erection let alone maintaining one. Yes that's right folks ... I'm virtually impotent. I can sometimes get it up but I can't keep it there.
Unfortunately Elizabeth has had to put up with this for years now and it has certainly blunted her desires. So much so that she now shies away from any display of intimacy with me, no matter how much I plead with her otherwise.
What's the point she says. And who am I to disagree with her? I get frustrated at my inability too. But surprisingly our relationship has never been better now that sex no longer rears it's ugly head. It's one less thing to fall out over.
But she still looks fantastic and I would give just about anything to reclaim my matrimonial rights and grope her big tits and fuck the ass off her. In my head I am that strong, virile hunk of a man with the massive dick that gets to plunge it repeatedly into her tight, sexy little pussy giving her the fucking that her fabulous body so richly deserves.
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I work away quite a bit and it can be deadly boring at night ensconced on your own in a hotel bedroom miles from home. I came across porn quite by chance. I was interested in reading an article about the pop group Simply Red who apparently were going to reform. I knew Elizabeth liked them and I thought we could go see them so went on-line to find out if they had any gigs lined up yet. Setting up my laptop on the hotel's Wi-Fi had been awkward and it messed up my settings. Well it must have done as somehow and don't ask me how, I ended up on RedTube. I clearly hadn't been using Google! I had no idea what it was to start off with but with my curiosity spiked it wasn't long before I started to watch porn most nights on my laptop. It certainly made them go by quicker and it was easy to fantasise it was me that was the well hung stud fucking women off all ages. I discovered what a MILF was and then began to get turned on by watching videos of wives supposedly cheating on their husbands.
And then there was the night of another breakthrough. I was searching the internet looking for a particular scenario that I thought would be rather titillating to watch when I discovered a website dedicated to random tales of erotic literature. The first story I read was actually quite well written and I was soon reading the stories avidly, getting more and more turned on with every one I read.
And then there was my eureka moment. I had just read another short story. This one was about a man who wanted to see his wife picked up and seduced by another man. It turned out out be a variation of a common theme. Invariably the husband or boyfriend wanted their partner to be fucked by another man and wanted to watch it happen if possible. That was their kick. To enjoy another person lusting after and enjoying what they had.
The problem for me though was that in some cases the husband in the story would be cuckolded. I had no idea what that was until I looked it up and then I read a few more stories before I realised that most involved the man becoming a submissive cuckold. I realised that it held no appeal to me if the wife knew about the set up or indeed welcomed it and knew that her husband would be watching or even participating. What aroused me the most was the story that depicted the husband setting up and then watching his wife's unwitting seduction and then her eventual betrayal of their wedding vows whilst all the time suffering from his conflicting emotions.
I carried on reading these stories for a number of weeks before I began to recognise that perhaps I too had this feeling of wanting to see my wife being seduced by another man. But whether I could bring myself to allow her to be fucked by this person, let alone without her knowing I was watching the dirty deed was another matter altogether.
But the thought that Elizabeth must be missing sex now I was incapable of providing it and that with a little devious encouragement she might possibly even welcome the chance to enjoy it again still annoyingly nagged away inside me. Even if I couldn't perform perhaps I could experience the vicarious thrill of watching her with another man.
It was a bit ying and yang and I was shocked at my own thoughts on the subject but I eventually suppressed them as fanciful and pushed them to the back of my mind.
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It was Friday and we had been out for a drink at teatime. We hadn't done that for years but it was great. I love teatime drinking, straight from work. It's a different crowd in the pub for one thing.
Elizabeth had knocked back two pints of extremely strong lager, which was unusual for her and when we got home with a takeaway meal I opened a bottle of Rioja.
Two large glassfuls later and I could tell she was well pissed. The meal over, I started to wash up but we were messing about a bit with me trying to cop a feel of her breasts. Of course she was fending me off, so I contented myself instead with groping her ass cheeks. She didn't seem to mind me doing that.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, I ran into your ex the other day," I said as I gave her ass another squeeze.
"Really," Elizabeth replied without the slightest hint of curiosity.
"Well I suppose there's so many you'll not be able to remember them all ..." I paused hoping that she would bite and was disappointed when she didn't. Undeterred I forged on anyway.
"Yes, it was Martin if you want to know."
"Ugh," my wife exclaimed, her disdain for him clearly evident.
"Yes just think, you could be married to him right now ... although come to think of it you'd probably be divorced already.
"Probably true," she answered.
"Yes the love of your life ..." I added.
Martin had been her last boyfriend before I came on the scene. They parted ways when Elizabeth found out that he'd been dating someone else at the same time as her. It was obvious that he only wanted her for sex. Well that was my take on it anyway when she finally told me a bit about her past life. She'd always hinted that she had been a bit promiscuous when younger, far more than me but it didn't bother me in the slightest, or so I'd thought.
"He most certainly wasn't!" she bristled.
"Oh no, that was what's his name wasn't it, your first boyfriend. Who was it again?"
"John," she answered instantly.
"Oh yes ... John." I smiled waiting for her to tell me the same thing she told me every time his name cropped up, which actually wasn't that often.
"I was young and I was hurt when he dumped me for ... for that cow! Anyway, did I tell you that he's gross now, really fat and so is she, the miserable bitch!" she finished maliciously.
I laughed. Nearly forty years had passed and she still held a grudge.
"Maybe so but it doesn't change the fact that he IS the love of your life! It's okay. I'm not upset or anything!" I was teasing her. I knew she loved me but I also knew that no matter what she said, I was most definitely NOT the love of her life.
"No darling ... of course it's you ... it's always been you, you know that!"
"Yeah right!" I laughed. She giggled in response.
"Anyway," I said, "wasn't it Martin who had the biggest cock you'd ever had? That must be something you've missed?" This wasn't my insecurity showing, it was something that we'd talked about briefly a long time ago but due to my recent fantasy feelings I thought I would bring it up again to try and provoke a reaction.
"What are you talking about!" She fended it off quite easily. "He might have been but I can't remember, it's so long ago but it doesn't matter anyway because I chose you. Besides he was a pig as well."
"Yeah I know you did sweetheart but I just thought you must miss it. You know, they do say that all women fantasise about getting fucked by men with big cocks!"
"Oh I don't think that's true and if you're going to talk like that then I'm going to bed." She moved up to give me a quick peck on the lips. My hand closed round one of her massive orbs and and I gave it a loving squeeze.
"Get off," she said. She was smiling but she still shrugged me off. "Goodnight!" she said firmly. I watched as she closed the kitchen door behind her.
I washed up and dried the pots and put them away. I idly flicked through the different channels on the television. So much choice, so much dross. I decided to join my wife in bed. To sleep of course. But it was when I went to switch the television off that I first heard the strange sound.
I cocked my head to one side, straining to make out what the noise was and where it was coming from. I decided that it was the neighbours cat. Bloody thing, I growled to myself, always in our garden making a mess. Even the new fence didn't keep it out. Locking the back door, I switched off the kitchen light and went into the hallway.
There it was again. A strange mewling sound. I cocked my head again and listened intently. There it was again but louder.
It struck me immediately and I knew what it was. I crept up the stairs, praying that I would miss the steps that creaked. I came to our bedroom door and slowly peered round.
Elizabeth was laid in bed, the bedclothes half off and half on. Her knees were up and I could clearly see one hand in between her legs working violently away while her other was squeezing and manipulating her massive boobs, slipping easily from one to the other, making sure she was giving equal attention to both.
Her lips were parted and she was letting out small gasps of pleasure as she masturbated herself towards her release.
I could feel the pre cum seep out of my flaccid cock. Whilst I couldn't get an erection, everything else still functioned properly.
I watched mesmerised as she frigged herself relentlessly, her fingers pushing in and out so quickly that her pussy was now making obscene squelching noises. Her other hand continued to work on her large breasts, her fingers pulling at her swollen and erect nipples. Her hips started to move faster and faster as she started down the path to her eventual orgasm.
As she bucked and writhed in our bed she came. It was a whimper not a roar as she shoved her hand into her mouth to stifle her cries of passion. Her body was racked with pleasurable mini aftershocks as she continued to quietly moan and writhe about under the covers.
Finally she was still. She sighed deeply before turning over onto her side. This was the precursor to her slumber. It was over and I was a physical wreck.
I replayed it in my mind but this time all I could visualise was some well hung stud lying between her legs and slamming his big dick into her over and over again as she screamed bloody blue murder.
I felt a knot of arousal in the pit of my stomach followed by an irrational flash of fear. I let out a long, quiet sigh and made my way downstairs to think about what I had just witnessed.
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