Dear Readers: This is Chapter Four of my "Losing Pounds, Gaining a Cuckold" series. If you haven't read the first three chapters please do, you'll enjoy this one much more knowing the plot and how I actually got started as a wife of a cuckold hubby. As with the first three stories it's a true to life experience from a wife's point of view with some minor editing. Your comments and votes are appreciated.
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I want to start by saying I love my husband Doug. What has transpired over the past few months was something that I wasn't looking for it just simply happened. Here I was happily married for over fourteen years, housewife, mother of two who never cheated much less flirted with other men now a slut wife. To be blunt I now have a cuckold hubby who loves watching me fuck other men as much as I love fucking them!
All told I have dated and been bedded by his recently divorced best friend, another time with a single guy I met at our country club and a third a local business man who is married but not happily. Not bad for a thirty-six year old housewife in one month's time. Yes, the reverse saying is so true, the more you get the more you want.
As the summer continued I met with all three men only once each for lunch or after work for drinks making for some very interesting afternoon and early evening encounters. Hotel, parks, cars, anywhere we could find a place to fuck. I kept my weekends free for time with Doug and the kids but still was getting restless. Doug knew of every meeting beforehand and I would give him a detailed after the fact account afterward. It seemed the more graphic of details the harder my loving husband's cock would grow knowing another man was inside me. You might think its weird but I loved telling him as much as he loved hearing it.
Over the course of the next month, I have shaved my husband's balls, chest and legs to make him feel more feminine, making him wear panties underneath his clothes that I bought for him. I read that you should make your man taste his sperm after a blowjob as part of the conditioning process if you plan to go ahead with the hot wife lifestyle. Finally I started to dominate completely in the bedroom keeping my vagina open only for my lovers. I told my hubby, "you're not pleasing me sexually so my pussy belongs to men who can satisfy this girl's needs."
I had him now in a controlled cuckold lifestyle with me in total charge and I loved it. He would worship me most by kissing my feet and giving me massages before bed. He loved shaving my legs and pussy before my dates and even picked out the clothes I should wear. He was my slave and I was the spoiled little sex-pot hot wife.
As our sons were off to summer camp for two weeks I suggested that coming weekend we go back to the club that we were at a month ago. Doug is not into dancing and I loved it, besides it might be fun to flirt and if things go well I'd have another conquest. It didn't take long to convince Doug with me standing in just my heels and shear panties with my arms wrapped around his waist. I was such a tart!
That afternoon, I lay out by the pool in just the panties I had on earlier going topless sunning my breasts. I watched as Doug peered out from the curtains of our bedroom jacking off to my outdoor exposure. I was teasing him terribly and giggled softly to myself "He's taking things in his own hands as usual," I said as I rolled over on my stomach. As I got up I noticed a neighbor leering in the shadows, smiling I gave him a wink and strutted into the house to prepare for that evening.
After a quick shower and having my hubby shave my legs and trim my pussy I let him dry me off and choose my evening attire. What he picked shocked me, a short little pink sundress with spaghetti straps with lots of cleavage. I even let him pick the panties, first taking them out of my drawer and sniffing them (guys love to do that!) holding and placing them down by the floor so I could just step into them. Then as if he was my attendant he took from under our bed a box and handed it to me. I opened it and it was the shoes I have wanted for so long, pink strappy 4 inch sandals. Now I know why he picked out the pink sundress, they matched perfectly. I walked over to the full-length mirror in our bedroom and posed knowing full well my husband was aroused. As I modeled the heels and panties he sat on the bedroom chair jacking off quickly squirting his cum all over his hands and legs.
"That's my hubby," I grinned, "Wow, twice today my cute cuckyboy!" I then took him in my mouth sucking him almost dry swallowing all his fresh cum but transferring just a few globs into his mouth reminding him I was the hot wife and he was the cuckold hubby. Inside I was actually glad he did cum, I could now feel better going out that evening knowing full well I wanted to pick-up a guy. I stepped into my sundress, zipped it up deciding it was a no bra night lightly dousing myself in my favorite perfume. I felt naughtier than ever. What a bad, bad girl I am!
We got to the club early and got a table close to the dance floor but far from the bar. I normally don't like high-top tables but I felt like a beautiful peacock on her perch. As my husband went for drinks numerous men approached the table and asked for a dance. Being the picky woman I am I was waiting for the right moment. That's when I looked across the dance floor noticing three cute young guys glancing in my direction. They looked around twenty-five and all three were over 6 foot tall with nice builds but the one I wanted was gorgeous. He had long blond hair and a hint of arrogance about him, I smiled in there direction slyly uncrossing and re-crossing my legs revealing more thigh than necessary. Dangling one shoe off my toe I slipped my hand into my cleavage, running it across the upper slope of my breast giving them a sign that says 'wouldn't you like to have your hand doing this.' Within moments the three were in my site and hovering, guys are so easy!
As they introduced themselves I realized how young they really were but I still had eyes for only one. His blue eyes stared straight into mine and without hesitation he asked me to dance. As I got up he took my hand and walked me to the dance floor. After a few fast dances and some flirty body grinding we came back to the table. With Greg's two friends nowhere in sight we sat down while my husband came back with our drinks.
I introduced them to each other. "Doug I'd like you to meet Greg," continuing I said, "Greg this is my husband Doug." As they shook hands I could feel a sort of awkwardness in both Doug and Greg's voices.
"Well thank you for the dance, I should leave you two alone," he said.
"No, join us" Doug said, "my wife loves to dance I'm sure she'll want another." I smiled at Doug as Greg pulled up a stool and sat next to me. I broke the momentary silence with a toast, "here's to meeting new friends" as we lifted out drinks and clinked glasses.
As the evening progressed I slowly began to move closer to Greg. My husband and Greg seem to hit it off immediately talking sports and work. Greg was in the securities business as a bond trader and being a CPA Doug was very interested in his work. I on the other hand was just interested in Greg.
Then what seemed like perfect timing a favorite tune of mine started playing and I asked my husband for a dance which I knew he would say no too. Looking over at Greg I said "If he won't will you dance with me, looks like my husband isn't interested in dancing with his wife tonight." Getting up and taking him by the hand I walked Greg to the dance floor. This is working out perfectly I thought smiling to myself. We danced for about 10 minutes and then a slow song came up and Greg started to walk back to the table.
"Where are you going sweetie," I sternly said with both hands on my hips, "I'm getting a slow dance from you, whether you like it or not." With that he placed his left hand into my right putting his other hand around my waist. I looked over at the table and Doug knew right then what was going to be. As we danced I felt his cock swell in his dress pants and I admit my pussy was getting moist. I hoped my lace panties could hold my juices from dripping. Suddenly and without hesitation Greg kissed me with full knowledge my husband would be watching. I kissed him back, smiled and then placed my head on his shoulders. The song ended and as if it was kismet another slow song started. I took my hand away from his and placed both arms around his neck clasping my hands and looked up to him. Looking deeply into those blue eyes we again kissed but this time it was more deep and passionate lasting much longer. I soon loved his kisses wanting more but didn't want to rush the situation or scare him off. After the song ended we slowly walked hand-in-hand back to the table where Doug was sitting patiently.
Finishing off my champagne I wiggled my glass as if to say I needed another. Doug immediately caught the hint and went to the bar getting another round for all of us. As he left I put my arms around Greg and whispered in his ear "not to worry baby, he's a voyeur, seeing me kissing another guy is a turn on for him." Thinking that might scare Greg away he took my hand pulling my body next to him and gave me a kiss that quickly changed to a very active frenching.
By the time Doug came back to the table with our drinks Greg and I were making out pretty heavily. I was so turned on I felt a few drops of pussy juice filtering through my lacey undies. Doug put down our drinks as we continued our make-out session finally interrupting us by clearing his throat. I looked up smiled at my hubby and kissed Greg's cheek. With that I picked up my purse and excused myself. "You must excuse me guys, I must go freshen up a bit," and slowly left for the powder room.
I gave them time to talk and when I returned Greg was gone. Did my husband tell him to leave? Was he mad? The look on my face became solemn as Doug spoke up, "Don't worry, he's only checking on his friends, he'll be back." In few minutes Greg was back by my side with his arm around my waist. I greeted him with a soft kiss grinning from ear to ear.
"May I have one more dance with your beautiful wife before we call it a night?" Greg asked.
"I'm sure she'd love another," my husband meekly said.
As we got on the dance floor Greg informed me that Doug assured him everything was all right. I breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed his hand as he took me into his arms. As we danced I could feel his hardness as we held each other close. I wanted this man in the worst way and I knew he wanted me.
Back at the table after dancing I could tell Doug was ready to go. I turned to Greg and asked, "Well I guess its time to leave, like to join us in a nightcap back at our home Greg?" The look in Greg's eyes told me yes as my hubby just looked down at the floor.
"Yes I think I would love that." he exclaimed.
