Note: I wrote this for a couple who have cuckold fantasies. Regardless of whether they actually want to live them out, the wife of the couple held these fantasies so I wove them into a story. If you don't like cuckold stories, don't read this, and don't flame me or criticize me if you're offended. That said, if cuckold stories don't offend you, please let me know what you think of the story, what you liked or didn't like.
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You and your wife were driving home one night. The snow was piling up along the highway. You should've left the club earlier given the bad weather, but you were having so much fun. You'd watched her dance with man after man, teasing them, touching them, feeling their arms and backs.
She was very hot and said you'd better get her home before she pounced on somebody. She laughed when she said that, but she seemed very aroused. You had encouraged her all night long, prompted her to kiss the men she danced with. She never did, but your words seemed to excite her.
"One day I will," she said, "but I might not be able to stop."
Now, you are driving home, wishing she'd let things go just a little bit further. The roads are very bad. The car begins to slip and slide. You pull off at a motel.
You get the last room, and ask if the motel has a restaurant. The desk clerk says they are still serving food in the bar. Jessica is dressed in a sexy dancing outfit covered with a long coat.
As you enter the bar, it seems a wild crowd. Not rough or threatening like a biker bar, but sensual. As you pass, men eye Jessica openly. Several couples are dancing on the floor, and dancing well. This might be fun. Some people are playing drinking games and there is some touchy-feely going on in one booth and on the dance floor.
The music is great. As they make you a couple sandwiches, you buy your wife another drink. You catch her eyeing a couple of the men. They are certainly eyeing her.
It's warm in the bar. You suggest taking her coat. She looks at you strangely.
"You just want to take my clothes off in front of all these guys," she said, but she was smiling.
She started unbuttoning her coat, stood up and let you take it off her shoulders. She was facing the people on the dance floor, putting on a show. When she sat again on the stool, she crossed her legs slowly. Several of the men watched.
One of the men came over to the bar to order a drink. As he waited, he politely introduced himself. He was tall and handsome. You could tell he liked her.
She smiled back at him too. You like that. You mention to the fellow how she loves to dance, and how you had just left a dance club where many fellows danced with her. He, of course, immediately asks her to dance.
She accepted his offer, but stopped and turned back towards you. "Have fun," you told her, "have lots of fun," and you wink at her.
"In your dreams," she said, laughing.
She danced and danced, and he drew her closer and the dancing became more intimate. You watch her intently. She looks over at you from time to time and would smile. She's teasing you, it seems. She dances very closely now, molding to him. He does not shy away, and you suspect your wife can feel his excitement. Her partner is getting more adventurous, and their bodies press together below the waist. He turns her, glances at you and you smile and make a gesture as if to grab her ass. She cannot see your sign.
As you watch, his hands slide down cup her bottom. She looks surprised, almost says something, but turns her head to look at you. She knows you see him caress her ass. You smile, look at her and mouth the words, "I love you."
As she holds your gaze, you watch her hands start to move over his body. She is aroused from the earlier dancing and the drinks. You look at his hands on your wife's ass. You want him to reach underneath her skirt. You try to will him into touching her between her legs. You want his fingers inside her.
He looks over at you. You look at him and smile. You make a little gesture towards her, and a little kissing motion. Both of the dancers see that and your wife's eyes open wide.
As you watch, his face turns slightly and slowly descends toward hers. He held her tightly, his grip firm. She saw you give him permission. She knows you want this. At the same time, she feels his fingers slide under her skirt. They touch her between her legs were she is wet. She feels him trace his fingers lightly back-and-forth between her legs against her damp panties.
That touch involuntarily causes her mouth to open, and in the next moment his lips close on hers in a kiss. She gives herself over to the kiss, surrenders to the fingers that are gently working their way back and forth across her most sensitive spots. His finger slides underneath her panties and deep inside her. She groans, takes his face in both of her hands, and kisses him passionately.
When she put her hands up around his face, you and several people watching in the bar know she has surrendered to him. With her hands there, his free hand roams everywhere over her body. One stays deep inside of her. The other grasps her breast, through her blouse then reaches inside to squeeze her nipple.
You, your sweet, innocent wife, and this stranger all know that she is going to fuck him. You realize that you are so hard that you are about to come inside your pants. You don't dare touch yourself, lest you go off. As he kisses your wife and she surrenders to him, he looks over at you. You made a motion as if you were unbuttoning her blouse. He smiles with his eyes, and his fingers move to her buttons. Right there on the dance floor, he starts to remove her top. She does not resist, but closes her eyes as they kiss.
Your wife's hands slide down his chest and stroke him, then move down to his pants. You watch as she grabs his dick. When she reaches him, and her fingers close around him, her eyes open wide. She redoubles her kiss, and presses herself tightly against him. Surprised at her excitement, he reaches up and grabs both sides of her blouse, pulling it roughly apart, scattering the buttons across the floor. She sighs and closes her eyes again into the kiss.
They aren't dancing anymore. No one is. People gather around and watch this stranger seduce your wife on the dance floor. A woman comes up behind Jessica and takes her blouse off of her shoulders. She undoes your wife's bra and takes it off. Everyone wants to see your sweet wife get fucked right here. The woman reaches around and massages your wife's breasts, holding one of them up for the dancer to kiss.
He takes her breast in his mouth. Your wife moans and looks over at you one last time. If you are to stop this, you have to do it right now. You don't want to stop this. You want this to happen. Right here. Right now.
You see your wife's hand reach inside the waistband of his pants and grab him again. Through the fabric of his pants, you see her pumping his dick. You slide off of your stool, move over and sit down right by them.
