Do not take this too seriously! Very little sex is described.
There are many cuckold stories on websites, you know that. There is someone, somewhere, attracted by the title of one right now.
During the five years of his married life Pete Dunton had located an erotic story site that he liked. He had been reading cuckold stories regularly for months. He enjoyed the twists and turns as the participants negotiate with each other either to carry on willingly or unwillingly. For him it was a fantasy world filled with unbelievable characters. He was fascinated and became hooked. That said, he would never want to allow his wife to try another man. He certainly had no desire to watch her fucking another.
Claire, his wife, had found out about him reading these cuckold stories. She had logged on to their PC and found he had left the page open. Pete had managed to keep it secret so far. She did not hesitate when he came home from work. He had no time for a shower or change of clothes. In fact he barely had time to close the door before she was at him.
"What are you doing looking at this stuff? Don't you get enough?" She pointed to the open page. "I don't know why you need this. Stop looking at it. Are you some sort of pervert who likes to watch others having sex?"
"Hell no. It's only fantasy, for fun, not real. I'm not a pervert. I don't watch. I only read stories. I like the way they develop, that's all." Pete pleaded.
"Well just stop reading them. I'll keep you occupied in bed all you need." She was calming down. "It's a good job we haven't got kids yet. I hate to think of having children and maybe not knowing who the father was." Claire became quiet and watched at Pete. She was thinking out a plan.
Next day was Valentine's Day, after a romantic candle lit dinner they sat together on the sofa in their living room. Claire moved up next to Pete and kissed him. She spoke softly as if trying to extract a confidence. "Pete, do you really like those stories? Would you like to be a cuckold? Or would you prefer to do the cuckolding?"
"Yes I like reading them. Just reading them. And no, I don't want to do it. I told you it's only fantasy."
Claire persisted however, "Well I looked at site. You sure you don't like idea for yourself? Would you like to see me fuck with a stranger? You could sit quietly and watch. I'll take a big black stud and you can wank yourself off."
"OK, I admit I have thought about in the past but now, no way! I'm perfectly happy as we are."
"Yes but why did you read them then?"
"Oh, I don't know. The situations give me a buzz, not a turn on, that's not it. But it's the sensation. It is a private fantasy. No one else knows." Pete tried to explain.
"Well I know." Claire stated what was obvious. "Would you like me to do it for you? Some men like it, don't they. "
"No, no." Pete again emphasized his rebuff, "but yes, I agree it turns some men on."
"Are you sure it wouldn't turn you on? Wouldn't it give you a thrill to see me doing it?" Claire teased.
"I have to admit now maybe it would."
With that Claire stopped talking and they sat silently for a few minutes before going to bed.
One evening a few weeks later Claire and Pete stopped for a drink in a bar. Claire pointed out a man and told Pete to look at him. She told Pete she could have him. She would do it with him. Pete was appalled and told her she had better not. Her response was that maybe she would. Pete dared her to make an approach. She chickened out by agreeing that he was right and she would not dare ask him. Pete threw it back at her by saying he knew she would not ask him.
At the end of the following week Claire dragged Pete to the computer. "There," she said, "look here at these websites. I have found a suitable web page." Pete looked at it. She knew it was one he had looked at earlier. "There you see I knew you wanted to try it."
"Come on, Claire," he teased her, "even if I did want to try you wouldn't."
"So, Mr Cockypants, I'll go ahead and arrange a date for us at a hotel."
"You wouldn't go even if you did."
"You dare try and to stop me." Claire paused and looked at Pete before going on.
"Well you must buy what I need for a date, sexy clothes and toys, lubricated condoms and flavoured ones for oral, lube and mouthwash. I'll go with you to shops to make sure you buy the right things."
"Tell me what you want lube and mouthwash for. You wouldn't know what to do with that stuff." Pete scoffed.
"Don't you be so sure, matey. I have already got a man lined up, so there." Claire asserted.
Pete was surprised, astounded. She actually was intending to go ahead. He had got to think of a way to put a halt to this before it went too far. "How have you done that," he gasped.
"Internet chat room, I'm not giving away which one. They have great guys on it though." She giggled at his pained expression.
"Pete this is what I want you to do. You must deliver me to the hotel, all dressed up but you can't stay. You can't watch me meet my stud. But you absolutely must come in to us within one hour. Have you got that?" She laid down the rules. "You'll be paid on the last week of this month, so we'll have money in the bank. I'll set up our date for the first of next month."
Two weeks after that and after much misgiving Pete was mentally prepared. This had been his private fantasy but Claire had picked it up and run with it. The shopping expeditions had been painful for him but he knew what was coming would be worse. Now it was his nightmare. Not just in private, it could be very public if he did not do what she wanted. In the morning Claire had called out to him, "Come on Pete, you know what day it is today? Tonight's the night we do it."
That evening he waited in their living room at home while she got ready. Claire had stripped off in front of him to titillate him. She refused to let him touch her. He was only allowed to look at her lithe and naked body before she disappeared into the bathroom. She showered and shaved her pubic hair then applied oil and lotion to give herself a glistening radiance. She called to Pete and showed what she had done. She had never completely shaved for him and the whole effect excited him. Next she put on new sexy black lace underwear. She had never worn anything like that for years and this was new, bought for this occasion. She added heavy make up with bright red lipstick. Claire completed her preparations by getting out two very short skirts and low cut blouses for Pete to see.
"Which do you like best?" She asked as he stood amazed at her coolness. "You choose. Come on Pete. Join in the fun for me." Claire pushed him. "And which shoes, black or red?" She had dressed up like a slut. He hated to admit it but he thought she looked completely fuckable.
Claire had taken charge of the arrangements. Pete felt anger churning in his stomach as she flaunted her scantily clad body to taunt him.
"No touching from now on. All this is to make your fantasy come to life. Don't mess it up."
She spun around shook her bum for him to see the effect. Indeed he could see the tops of her stockings when the hem of her very short skirt flew out. Almost as bad for Pete, was that her gyrations had opened up the front of her blouse as she bent forward. Not only could the black border of her bra be seen but he had definitely seen the pink of her areolas peeping over the lacy edge.
"Please Claire, for the last time. Please don't go out like that. I admit I was wrong so let's not do this?" Pete pleaded with her now.
"No. You sound like a whiny little boy. You know I can't just not do this now. It's too late. This is for your own good because you wanted it. You'll like this."
"Not a lot," he thought. Pete was now feeling that it was not at all good for him. He did not want it to happen and was sure he would not like it. "Don't be stupid Claire. It doesn't matter, stay home."
"I've already said no to that. Besides it all set up for you to enjoy. Oh yes, bring your camera as well."
Pete was defeated. She even wanted pictures. She was determined and would not stop. Shortly after 6pm Clair pulled on a coat over her revealing clothing and they set out. Pete had been told by Claire that she wanted to make it an evening for them both to remember. However first they stopped at the Multiplex. Claire demanded to see a film being shown. Pete was not interested; he could not remember the title. He noted that it was about a couple losing contact and rediscovering their love but he did not care really. Claire made grumbling noises whenever the male character upset his lover and cheered up when she got her own back. Pete stayed silent and tried to slip a hand inside her blouse. Claire immediately pushed him off and reminded him of the 'no touching' rule.
As they were leaving she told Pete she wanted to eat. Claire knew of a pub that did bar meals until late and stayed open until 1am. She led Pete into the darkened eating area and told him to get her something she would like as a surprise. He picked up a menu and went to the bar to order. There were a few people in but it was not crowded. Pete got their drinks and ordered food. He thought a couple of women sitting at a side table were eyeing him up but took no notice. When he carried the drinks to their table Claire was talking on her phone.
"Just checking everything's OK," she said to Pete. Pete felt sickened. He tried again to give her a cuddle and persuade her to stop this game, but she still would not. This was getting worse by the minute.
Shortly after 10pm Clair told Pete to take her to the hotel. Claire had already booked a room but Pete had to check in and pay. While he stood at the desk she walked into bar. She returned to the foyer and grabbed her husband.
"The man is in bar." She half whispered to him. Pete could sense excitement in her voice.
