This is a story requested by a reader who want my spin on his fantasy of becoming a cuckold. As I personally do not understand this choice or particularly the desire to engage in such a lifestyle, I really have no desire to write from this perspective. However, Oscar convinced me to give it a go. I counterpointed by having Oscar push back on several occasions instead of being the subservient and willing cuckold (of Oscar's fantasy) and some modicum of control regarding the relationship of Marta, Derek Oscar, and the children, to interject mildly, my own views of how I believe most men would react in a similar situation. What I hoped to achieve was to strike a balance and develop characters that achieved balance and allowed for both growth and stability over the course of the relationship, that was both loving and respectful to all involved.
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Oscar:
My name is Oscar. I'm 45 years old and live in Barcelona. I have been married to my beautiful sexy wife Marta for 20 years and have two adorable daughters Adriana 16 and Sienna 13. We have a good life, not wealthy by any means. I work as a freelance IT consultant and Marta works from her office in our home for an insurance company. It seems we have a simple and wonderful life which is all true. Yet, as in all lives, there is room for improvement.
I must say that I enjoy sex with Marta very much. She is a loving and devoted wife and a wonderful mother. We started dating in high school but it wasn't until we were in our mid-twenties before the spark ignited into a brilliant flame. We married when we were both 25 and have been married now for 20 years and together for 22. As I said, I enjoy sex with Marta very much I only wish Marta could say the same.
Although we make love regularly and have a deep connection that makes the sex wonderful and meaningful, Marta, in my opinion, has suffered because I cannot give her vaginal orgasms. She is only sated when I give her oral. I love to go down on her and pleasure her and do so willingly but I truly believe that she has missed out on something that is wonderful and totally fulfilling. Something that she most assuredly deserves.
The problem lies in the fact that my equipment is rather small measuring 11.5cm or around 4.5" in length and about 6cm thick which is roughly 2". I'm a tad overweight and it makes my cock look even smaller. I also like to shave my pubic region completely. It makes me feel freer. Marta doesn't care for the shaved look as she believes it makes me look more boyish.
I've faced and have come to terms with my smaller stature below the belt and I'm not ashamed of my body. I'm a nudist and have visited some of Barcelona's nude beaches with Marta and on occasion my girls as well. Marta is very modest but she does go topless. When we visit the nude beaches, I always keep an eye on Marta. There are many men with large and extremely large equipment prancing around. I look to see if she takes notice or shows any interest. However, if she has, I've not been able to catch her sneaking a peek.
I must confess that I have always had a fantasy where Marta takes a lover and cuckolds me. I remember back to when we were on holiday before we married and I saw Marta speaking with two men from Tunisia on the beach. I instantly became hard. I kept my fantasies to myself for a long time. After we were married about 10 years, I finally found the courage and shared them with her.
She was adamantly opposed. She told me that she loved sex with me and that it was the special bond we shared, an expression of our love and that I was more than man enough for her. She loved me and only had eyes, bedroom eyes, for me. She has three boyfriends that never went beyond kissing and light petting. I was the first and only man she has ever had intercourse with.
Her initial rejection did nothing to quench my desire for her to one day fulfill those desires that lay beneath the surface, unknown, undiscovered, and untouched waiting to be awakened and explored. The fuel behind my fantasy is I've wanted to give that gift to her, to experience what it means to be fully satisfied and sated sexually. Marta has loved me, she said she is satisfied with me sexually and is devoted and faithful to me. Given her total reluctance, I wondered if that fantasy would ever be realized.
Marta:
My name is Marta. I met my husband Oscar in high school. I fell in love with him when I was 23 and we have been married for 20 years. I work for an insurance company and Oscar is a freelance IT specialist. We have two beautiful daughters together. I've been extremely satisfied with my marriage and our life in general. I'm Catholic and from a young age we are ingrained with the notion of mortal sin. One of the ten commandments is thou shall not commit adultery. I'm satisfied with my sex life with my husband and never thought of sex with a man outside my marriage.
Because of how I was raised and my faith I'm modest about my appearance. I do not try to entice other men and the most daring I've ever been is when I went topless at the nude beach. Oscar is an unabashed nudist and has encouraged me to be embrace my body more but I just can't seem to get past the guilt.
Oscar told me of his fantasy to become a cuckold and at first, I didn't know what to make of it because I didn't know what he meant. When he finally explained I was shocked that he would want me to sleep with another man. Why would he want this? He explained that he thought I could and deserved to be more sexually satisfied. He felt that he didn't please me or give me orgasms especially when we made love. I explained that I was satisfied because our love gave me that satisfaction.
He told me this ten years ago and during that time has continued to encourage me to take a lover. However, I've continued to resist as I'm afraid that it would change our relationship for the worse. I simply don't have the desire or interest to have sex with someone else. Then, out of the blue my life changed. It all happened when Oscar came home with some disturbing news.
Oscar
A company who I routinely contracted with was acquired by a company headquartered in the USA. During a visit they were impressed with my work on the local servers and they had the local manager call me in. I met with an American by the name of John Simmons. He told me he was impressed with my work and he told me that he wanted to hire me to run the IT department here in Barcelona.
His only stipulation was that he wanted me to come to the United States to their company headquarters in Tampa and to bring their servers online with Solanar, the local company they just acquired. It would mean a three to four-month absence from home but would pay dividends as far as income and future financial security for my family. I told him yes and would need a week to get things in order at home. He agreed and I left their offices elated.
I stopped and picked up some flowers and a bottle of wine to celebrate. I made reservations and would take the family out in honor of this good fortune. The entire trip home I thought about what a great opportunity was coming our way. I couldn't contain the joy I felt. However, I wasn't ready for Marta's reaction to my wonderful news. When I told her, she was concerned about the long absence form her and the children. I told her we could all go that it would be good for the kids and we could visit Disney World.
She said, "Oscar, its too late in the school year to remove the children from school and take them halfway across the world for such a short period. That means that you must go alone. Therefore, we will be alone for such a long period. It seems too much."
I told her, "Marta, my love, think of the opportunity. I can gain steady employment at a great salary. There are benefits and a pension for retirement. I would oversee an entire department and would be home at regular hours, weekends and holidays. Isn't that worth a small separation?" Marta finally and somewhat reluctantly agreed. We went out and celebrated. Marta smiled but I could see the concern her smile masked. I let it slide as I knew this was the best course for our family.
One week later I found myself saying goodbye to my family at the airport. Marta hugged me as if she didn't want to let me go. My flight was called and I sadly boarded the plane. I knew that I would work as hard as possible to get this project done as to get back home in the shortest amount of time possible. I also looked forward to traveling and seeing the USA. So, I relaxed ready to enjoy my adventure and the exciting future before me.
Marta
The first couple of weeks weren't too bad. Oscar managed to Skype with us every day. However, as more time passed, he was busier and busier and due to the time difference, it became next to impossible to keep in contact save for Sundays, his one day off. By the end of six weeks I was going stir crazy. I was lonely. I hated sleeping alone and yes, I missed sex. Right as these feelings piqued my life was about to change drastically.