I Didn't Know What I Wanted Until I Got It—Part One
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are made up. This is not about me or my wife. To save anonymous commenters some time and trouble:
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I never saw it coming. I don't think Sarah did either. Certainly, it wasn't anything we had even heard of when we met during our sophomore year in high school. Nonetheless, here it is. Sarah is a full-fledged hot wife, and I am her cuckold.
Nobody noticed either of us in high school. I was too scrawny for sports and too dumb to have much time left after homework. My only extracurricular activity was Photo Club. Sarah had a really nice figure and still does. However, in high school, she had a terrible case of acne. We were both quite naïve then. All through high school, our hottest dates amounted to a lot of French kissing. French kissing, but not much more. Our clothes stayed on, and no hands ever got inside anyone's underwear.
After high school, Sarah got a job as a checker for a national grocery chain. I started working as a detailer and parts runner for a local car dealer. We didn't have very much money and no vacation at our new jobs. So we got married Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend. Then we drove a few hours to Mammoth Cave National Park where we spent the two nights of our honeymoon in a private rustic cabin. That's where we gave each other our virginity. It was like a dam breaking. We must have made love at least fifteen times during those days and nights. We certainly were not rested when we went back to work that Tuesday. Her acne, however, was gone by Christmas.
We tried for years to have children until we found out that a disease that Sarah had as a kid had left her sterile. I think that news was the beginning of the decline. Anyway, our sex became dull and uninspired. It also became much less frequent. We had been doing it five to six times a week when we were trying to get pregnant. After the news, it was more like once or twice a month.
One time, I heard some guys at work talking about blowjobs, pussy eating, and sixty-nine. I thought it might give us a new spark. At the very least, it was different from the missionary style that we always used.
That night I kissed Sarah and said, "Maybe we could try kissing each other down there?"
"Paul, are you becoming some kind of pervert? Are you really asking me to put my mouth where you pee? And, if you ever put your mouth on me down there, I'd never be able to kiss you again. What put this repulsive idea in your mind?"
"I don't know. I guess I overheard some of the guys at work and got curious."
"I never suspected that you worked with such perverts," she said.
I was frustrated and wanted to go back to frequent, exciting sex. So, I started doing some research on the internet. Wow, was that a wake-up call. Who knew that the internet had so many free porn sites? I mean there was everything. Story sites, video sites, specialty sites, fetish sites. I spent every free hour for months doing "research." I was totally turned off by the interracial stuff, but was turned on by the swapping and sharing videos. I watched a lot of the "Screw My Wife, Please" series. But swapping would be better than sharing. Although the idea of watching Sarah with another guy was exciting, I thought it would be even hotter if I was screwing another woman at the same time.
So, I set about planning to make it happen. Unfortunately, I didn't have a clue how to do that. That's where the story sites helped. I read as many stories about first-time swinging as I could find. I was scared silly by the idea of Craigslist. I started hanging out on several swinger sites trying to figure out where to begin. It still hadn't occurred to me that I would somehow need to convince Sarah to go along with any of this.
I hid a tiny spy camera in our bedroom and another in the bathroom to get pictures of Sarah naked. I picked the best and edited them to hide her face. I joined a couple online swinger groups and posted the modified pictures there. That got a lot of interest and invitations. Most were from single guys who just wanted to fuck her. I responded to the guys that we were only interested in couples. I told the couples that we were just getting used to the idea and weren't quite ready to party.
I still hadn't discussed any of this with Sarah. But, I needn't have worried. One night over dinner, I asked Sarah if we could make love at bedtime.
She didn't answer my question. Instead, she said, "Paul, you've been spending a lot of time on your computer for almost a year. What have you been doing?"
I stammered a bit then said, "I had to do a lot of research for work."
"So, you needed to research porn for work? What does porn have to do with your job?"
"I—I—I was researching to find better ways to please you sexually."
"Better ways to please me? Is that why there are cum stains on the carpet under your desk? Better ways to please me? Is that why you are on the computer half the night instead of being in bed with me?"
"Yes, Honey. I was looking for tips on how to be a better lover for you. We don't make love as much as we used to and you don't seem to like it as much as you used to. So, I was trying to learn how to be better for you."
"I guess you never realized that I've been checking your browser history every day while you were at work?"
"No—I didn't. You did?"
"Yes. I also found your stupid cameras."
"Oh."
"I also found the swinger sites where you posted pictures of me. Don't you think it would have been a good idea to check with me before you posted pictures of my tits and pussy for the world to see?"
"Yes, I should have asked." I was shocked. Sarah had never in our entire time together ever said "tits" or "pussy." She only used generic medical terms on the extremely rare times when she mentioned them at all.
"I've read every story that you have. I watched every video that you have. I've looked at every post you've made. By the way, if you want to hide what you've done on swinger sites, you shouldn't use "PUSSY" as your password." I met some really nice people on your favorite swinger site.
"I haven't seen you there," I said.
