My husband had just come in our stateroom from the casino (we were our first ever cruise) and saw me attaching my new garter belt to the new sheer black hose I had just pulled up my legs... His eyes went back and forth. From the sexy lingerie he loves for me to wear to the packaging laying discarded on the bed, to the shimmery short dress hanging on the door waiting to adorn my body... I saw his face light up. But just as quickly, his gleeful look faded.
"It's a little early for dinner isn't it baby?" He said, kind of unsure about what he was seeing.
"Yes, but I am not dressing for dinner". I smiled, sort of a bitchy smile if I'm honest. He continued looking at me with a questioning look. His mouth opened but no words escaped.
"While you were at the casino, I went to the pool. While tanning by the pool this very attractive man started chatting me up. He looked to be about 40. The poster boy for tall dark and handsome. And muscles? Baby, he has muscles in all the right places. His arms look like he could take me and toss me around to any position he wanted me in!" I laughed, a little cautiously, but still a laugh, trying to gauge how he would receive that audacious statement.
His mouth was still hanging open, but I could not quite read his look.
"After talking with him for an hour or so, he invited me to join him for a swim and when we were done, he invited me for drinks at the VIP bar and I accepted. I'm meeting him at 5:00 for drinks and I'll meet you at our table in the restaurant for dinner at 6:30."
"Am I invited?" he asked, with a hopeful expectation. "I can be ready in 10 minutes."
No, baby. Just me. I'm going to meet him for drinks alone and I'll see you at dinner."
"You are going? Just like that? Without even asking me or telling me or us talking about it?
"If you had not come back from the casino I was going to leave you a note." I said, rather defensively.
"What's going on here, Kate. This is not right. This is not like you, either. Tell me the truth!"
"Settle down, babe. This is not a big deal. I thought you would be excited about it. I...
"Excited about it? Excited about my wife going out with another man wearing the kind of outfit she doesn't even wear for me any longer? What exactly should I be excited about?"
"Really? That's what you are going with? You are just going to ignore the fantasy, and the role play you have been adamant about the past many years?"
Silence.
"Does the cat have your tongue? Hmmm? All the times we have role played...the hundreds if not thousands of times I have made up scenarios of me being with other men...reading the stores you want me to read about a cuckhold husband, reading the stories you wrote yourself about me being a slut with other men and then coming back home to you...and you have the nerve to try to pretend to be upset with me?" The octaves in my voice were rising.
Very quietly he responded, "Kate, you are right. All those sexual fantasies and role plays do turn me on. They are very erotic and you have been an amazing partner for indulging me in that way. But you will remember that I always said I didn't ever want it to happen in real life."
"I do remember you saying that baby, but I thought you were just saying it to make me feel better, like you were not going to try to manipulate me into doing it for real one day."
He walked over and took a seat on the only loveseat we had for seating in our very limited cabin. I continued attaching my stockings and getting my dress on. His eyes did not leave my body. As he stared, I thought I might be seeing that lustful look come back to his face.
"You are still going? Even though you know now I don't want you to go?"
"Are you sure you don't want me to go, Josh? I remember all the stories, I remember you talking about the conflicting emotions that battle in your mind. On one hand you get upset because of the humiliation and the hit to the pride of losing your woman to another man. The unknown is like a knife in your side. On the other hand, your sexual energy rises. You get this unexplainable lust driving you to let it play out. Your dick stays hard for hours as you think about it. The internal conflict is powerful. Which one wins?"
"Please don't go, Kate. I don't think I can take it. My heart is racing at what feels like 500 beats per minute. I don't think I can handle it if you go."
By now, I had slid into my 4" black pumps with a very sexy ankle strap. As I looked in the mirror, I was, in my own opinion, a very sexy milf ready for a date with a strange man.
"I'll make a deal with you, baby." I walked over and stood just in front of him. Almost able to touch him. "I won't go if you don't have a"...I reached down quickly and grabbed his dick. It was, as I expected, as hard as a baseball bat. "Hard dick. But you DO have a hard dick, so I believe, subconsciously, you do want me to go!" I grinned at him as I let his dick go. "Tell me that you really don't want me to explore this...tell me the truth that you want me to stay here with you and I'll stay."
I looked him directly in the eyes...after 30 seconds of him not speaking I said..."I'll see you at dinner." I got my small clutch purse I had prepared to take with me and as I opened the door, he said "Can I at least go with you?"
Nope, sorry Josh, he told me he is taking me to the VIP club that is only for the wealthy cruisers who have paid the membership fee. You'll have to find something else to do while I am gone.
How long will you be gone? I don't know, we just met. My guess is this won't go anywhere past a drink or two. I will meet you for dinner in the dining room at 6:30." I went back into the room to kiss him goodbye. I grabbed his dick again as I kissed him. "Take care of this for me. I'll give him some good attention after dinner!"
"That sucks! You are a real bitch, do you know that"? He said with a smirk on his face. During our role play he often called me a bitch and actively campaigned for me to become one! So, I didn't take offense to his remark. In fact, I smiled.
"That's part of the game, baby. I have to keep the tension high. I remember all those stories. I remember how excited you would get. I am just beginning to learn how to be a certifiable bitch and cause you great inner turmoil. I remember all those wives talking about how much fun it was to keep their husband aroused and excited for hours or even days....but knowing you are also hurting on the inside to have another man claim me as his...that must be hard for you-no pun intended."
As he embraced me again, he said, "Please don't go. Yes, I admit I am turned on, but I am more scared. You don't know anything about this guy. What are we doing?"
Staying in my bitch mode, I said, "If you don't behave, Josh, I will bring you a cock cage back and lock you up for the rest of our cruise! How bad would that suck for you to be on an anniversary cruise, where you expected to get laid every day, to being locked up and having no way to get off at all? You would not even be able to get your own self off!" I smirked.
"It won't hurt anything for me to go have a drink with this guy. I'll be back before you know it. We'll enjoy dinner together and great sex later as I tease you about him. Before I go, I better use the lady's room really quick."
While I was doing my business, I heard the cabin door slam shut.
What the hell? "Josh????
Josh picks up the story...
I know I am a pervert. For those that practice this 'lifestyle', the term is cuckhold. That describes men who want to see their wife and or girlfriend fucked by another man.
But I thought Kate and I had an understanding. It's just all fantasy. I was never, nor am I now, brave enough to really want it to happen in real life. I'm too afraid I won't get my wife back. When she finds out what is out there, she may never come back. It's fantasy only but she seems sincere in making it a reality. And she was right. It hurts my heart but at the same time, my dick is rock hard.
I have an hour and a half to kill before our dinner reservation. I headed to the bar.
An hour later, I was back in our room, showering and dressing for a formal dinner. I My dick still rock hard from wondering...knowing? What Kate was up to. I mean after all, a man doesn't invite a married woman for drinks without a belief things could go further. Kate already confessed to finding him wildly attractive. I dressed for dinner and headed to the dining room where Kate said she would meet me. I arrived at 6:28 and...no Kate.
