Renewed Lust

This is a story about a wife, and her buried passions. There are many cuckold affiliated men that think of conditions that would appeal to them, but few of those men experience a wife that searches for the condition that allows her to make him one. This story will work on the fabric of a women becoming empowered without losing respect for her. My primary audience is my own wife, and it's a dirty letter I share with you.

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My husband and I have known our closest friends for years. We met in middle school and never lost contact; although remaining in contact was easy after we all found employment after college in our home town. There was at one time four of use, but Jason's long time sweet heart left him shortly after college for employment in another region. It wasn't all bad as it wasn't long before he found another woman that we accepted into the circle of friends.

My name is Rachel, and it's been several years since we all distanced ourselves from our 20 something weekend antics. We are still active people in our lifestyles, but the headaches and pain caused by juggling life and pleasure had a calming effect. This kind of fundamental change doesn't always sit well with some couples. My husband and I found it to be a natural path, but when looking at people only a few years younger than us we were reminded of times gone by. I envied how the youth never seemed to be burdened by the stress of money and work like the way we are. The brick and mortar of our assets always weighted against our life spirit.

Our closest friends Jason and Tiffany unlike us had met later in life. They worked together in the same business, and spent most of their time together. As time passed and the romance between them simmered, a change started to appear in our best friend's relationship. It was natural for me to develop a strong bond with Tiffany; because my husband spent most of his free guy time with his best friend Jason. It started with occasional snarky comments, and eventually migrated to hear-to-heart conversations with Tiffany on what she should do. She was clearly the type of women that wasn't accepting the changes occurring in her 30's.

As time went on her conversations were littered with remarks about other men, and it was clear she longed for their attention. It didn't seem overtly wrong to innocently gawk at other guys, and at times I would encourage the conversation in ways I wouldn't have in the past. The underlying concern for me was how she was making it more and more obvious she wasn't enjoying her sex life, until one day her occasional jabs completely stopped.

It seemed like the spark in her was renewed, and it shown throughout her relationship. They had started to go dancing on the weekends, and planned for events that didn't include work. At first I was a good friend and was happy for them, but envy comes in many forms. That smile she carried permanently on her face was something I could barely remember. My life was great in so many ways, but the desire she shared with her husband was enviable. I hadn't even considered how her continual harping about her problems may have affected my own outlook, and how I had begun to sympathize with her more than I had realized.

As months passed and her perpetual smile remained the same I felt the increased need to know what changed. I started to ask her precise questions whenever I got the chance about the changes they made, but she would only give me the generic answers on how they needed to spend more time together.

It was on a relaxing Sunday afternoon when the four of us got together that I had a chance to pry. I wanted to wait till I had Tiffany alone so that I could ask her directly what changed for her. It wouldn't have been an out of the line question considering I knew her history of former complaints, but I had to be patient to get her alone and comfortable enough to talk about it.

As the guys went from indoors to outdoors to look at some project Colin wanted to start up next on our home I found my chance. "Tiffany," I asked while pausing to check my words closely. "Can I ask what changed that you look so happy now," I said trying to not look like I needed her advice personally.

She smiled and paused before answering, "We had to figure out what's important for each of us, and since then we have been working to make ourselves happy in those ways." I knew by the look on her face she was holding something back, and was deliberately being vague again. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to pry, but I was still curious how she renewed the life in her relationships dimming light.

"How did you figure out what was so individually important to you that it obviously affected you so positively," I asked. She paused before answering and fought back a smile. "You guys look great together again," I continued before she had time to answer. "It doesn't seem like you make any effort to get your man to go dancing, and what's shocking is he looks like he enjoys it. Was the change in him, or was it something you did as well," I said probing deeper.

"We are close friends Rachel, but believe me what works for us might not work for another couple," she said trying to not expand on the topic.

"True, but I am asking you what you did. Unless it's too private of a question I would like to know what you learned so that maybe I could make the same changes you did," I said now feeling more like I was making a confession. "I am looking to you for advice, because sometimes I feel like I really need it," I said now pleading in a way I didn't intend to.

"Do you know what swingers are," she asked looking defensive for the first time?

All I could do was gasp for air, and attempt not to giggle. Suddenly I felt like I child on the school ground being told by a friend how she kissed a boy for the first time, but this was obviously bigger. "You guys are swingers? How and who's idea was it," I asked in a whispered voice.

"You can't say anything Rachel! Promise what I'll tell you will stay between us, and try not to judge," she answered looking increasingly defensive. The look on her face told me she was going to tell me everything, and it looked like a great stress was about to come off her shoulders. I of course nodded yes, but knew as I did that there would be no way that I could truly promise not to confide in my husband. "I was unhappy and honestly a bit bored because our sex lives were getting worse and worse. It was his idea to try something non-conventional," she said pausing to see my reaction if I wanted to know more.

It was partly my shock, and my need to understand what she was trying to say that had me instantly utter the words, "So he wanted to see other women?"

"No not at all. He offered me the opportunity to see other men. It was his idea, and I had no idea what a cuckold even was until he told me he had the desire to be one," she said with a very hushed voice.

"What do you mean? He doesn't swing; only you get to swing," I asked trying to understand her situation.

"Yes, a cuckold is the name for a guy that has a wife that gets to...you know...with other guys," she said turning a bright color of red. She continued and explained that they were the type that decided to discuss everything and that at first it was something she was very dead set against. It was his urging that got her to think it might be worth trying if it created some new excitement. Then she confessed how she now had special company once a week for the last 2 months.

I was shocked at her honesty, and how they as a couple could do this. "So you have a different guy every week? Does Jason know about the guys, or do you tell him," I asked trying to hold back my disgust.

"Jason knows both guys, and they are the only guys I see. Even the two guys know about each other, but have never met," she said now trying to bury her large smirk behind a sip of her wine.

"Well aren't you lucky. I don't think I could do what you're doing, but I commend your bravery," I told her.

"Please Rachel don't say a word about this. I only told you because I was dying to get this off my chest. I haven't told another person, and in truth it's only brought me and Jason closer together. It feels so good seeing how completely infatuated he is with me again. After he seen me with another guy I thought he would have rejected me, but instead it was what gave him the motivation to make the changes needed for us. I would have never gone through with it if it wasn't for him being so involved. Don't get me wrong I love the additional attention, but it's also had a huge benefit to our intimacy problems," she said trying to remain serious behind her continual smirk.

It wasn't long before the guys came back into the house, and entered the room. The topic of conversation changed immediately, and the look on Tiffany's face non-verbally reminded me that I had promised to keep her secret. We sat down as two couples and talked for a while, and things were exactly the same as before. They sat close and were clearly supportive of each other, and the way he looked at her across the table defied my understanding of the laws of marriage. I knew even before we all got up to see them out that her secret only increased my envy.

After they left Colin and I went about relaxing for the rest of the day. I found myself trying to read on my tablet while stretched across the sofa, but the images of what I heard haunted my thoughts. My curiosity and need to understand had me decide to Google the word Cuckold. The definition was no different then what I understood, so I dared to look at a series of websites. I questioned if they were real and not filled with actors. As I flipped from page to page I found galleries that ranged from pornography with two men and a single woman, to a couple having sex with another man watching. As I looked at the pictures I was surprised to see how the most believable couples had the apparent husband clearly watching, and in most cases he looked to be enjoying it. Each of the believable galleries I seen had normal looking couples with guys that looked well endowed, and pleased with their situation.

It wasn't long before I found myself looking at the pictures and comments on the subject entirely longer then I intended. The mental image of our best friends living discreetly with this lifestyle only seemed improbable because it looked so successful for them.

I was searching randomly and I might have searched even longer if I had not found one gallery with a couple that had a wife that looked just like me. As I stopped to inspect the picture I found that she had the same black curly hair I had with my commonly pale white complexion. She looked approximately my age and was wearing a wedding ring on the same hand that her husband was holding in the picture. It was then I thought about quickly closing the web browser as I found myself becoming turned on by what I was seeing. The couple that looked very similar to my own was in the company of a much younger black man. The vision of her husband looking her in the eye with passion while grasping her hand in support would have made no sense to me in the past; considering there was a clear view of a long black penis sliding uncovered in her from behind. The thoughts of how someone I knew might have been already part of this kind of relationship gave me thoughts of new freedoms I never considered. As my hand made the journey into the top of my pants I thought I might have been making a mistake sexualizing these images in my mind, but when my fingers slide further and reached my wet folds under my panties the guilt was gone. The women that looked like me disappeared; she was replaced with the mental image of me. As I laid there and silently pleasured myself I surrendered my mind to the possibility of experiencing something I never knew possible.

As I looked at the picture I drew inspiration into my mental drama. I imagined the previously unthinkable, and envisioned my husband watching the athletic man take me on all fours. The man was chiseled and wasn't wearing protection as he entered her. It made it hard at first for me to imagine my husband enjoying that, but as I continued to touch myself I felt my desire change the shape of my fantasies. I saw a loving man deep in my mind grip my hand tighter.

As my pleasure grew with my every touch I placed my tablet down; the image on the screen had taken a new shape in my mind. The long hard cock pulsing inside me demanded me to consider what it was doing there unprotected. "Would my husband risk having this beautiful stranger cum inside me," I thought? The man I sculpted in my mind was still holding me tight from behind and was making my coming orgasm pulse in expectation. As I worked myself in the confines of my pants I became locked into a moment of pleasure that didn't erupt into an orgasm initially. The silence of characters in my mind demanded a voice, and my imagination tried to script what the characters might have said. My mind ran over several possible dialogues, but what I wanted to think was holding me back from what I wanted deep inside. It was only when I admitted to myself that I wanted that stranger to finish inside me that my orgasm started to release. I felt exactly like I did in my imagination; a prisoner to my pleasure.

I continued to pleasure myself with long slow pulses still contracting to the thoughts happening in my mind. The guilt of accepting this man was gone, and replaced with the fantasy that my husband was the adoring man in the picture. Him looking on with admiration as I was pleasured in ways no married women should be; by another much more virile man.

After the last of my pulses subsided I slid my hand out of my pants, and felt the first pangs of guilt. I was clearly very turned on, and still in a hyper-sexual state that left me open to new ideas. The idea of humiliating my husband in ways that could leave me pregnant had me think how it could never be possible to be that extreme in real life, but still something inside me tried to debate how parts of it were possible. "How did Tiffany ask Jason about protection," I wondered? I knew she was on the pill, but I wondered how a couple without kids could discuss using protection while introducing another man. I also began to wonder how she even found these guys that were so open to meeting with her, and before long I had a list of questions I wanted to ask. It was at that moment I began thinking how I could best use her advice, and if my husband thought about ways to renew our spark.

I laid there for the next few hours running through the different feelings I had on the subject. At times I wondered if my husband would actually want to have us both swing, but the thought of sharing him would be too much for me to handle. I thought it might be something he might want; considering his best friend liked it. I also thought that it might be something he could completely erupt over, and never forgive me. He isn't exactly like his friend, and he has never expressed anything remotely like this to me. I love my husband and have a perfect life with him, but the question on how to revive us in the bedroom was bothering me. I never felt in the past that it was something I had to answer, but with the revelation of how our closest friends made changes that worked it began to make me feel selfishly needy for it.

Later that evening as I crawled into bed with my husband I realized I wanted a glimpse of what he and Jason discussed when alone. "Did Jason give any hint of disapproval of their sex lives like Tiffany use to," I thought. I didn't want to tell him about what I found out about our friends. I was scared how he might react, because in truth I was having a hard time understanding it myself. Before I even mentioned Tiffany's name to him I was secretly hoping that he would correct me and tell me that Jason confided something negative to him about her. I thought it would be best to know that they both didn't secretly enjoy this lifestyle, and that it wasn't as rosy as Tiffany made it appear.

"Yeah they have looked a lot happier recently haven't they," he answered to my dismay. After asking him if Jason mentioned what changed he responded with, "He told me it was all about their sex life, and that it was better than it ever was. I guess it's true about a women's age," he said putting his hand on my bear hip.

"What do you mean by that," I asked as his hand caressed my body?

"Isn't it true that a woman has her sexual prime around this time in her life? According to him she has really turned it up a notch in the bedroom," he answered while still sliding his hand lower from my hip to my thighs.

I was feeling very annoyed. Clearly my husband had no clue what her sexual appetite might have meant for them in the bedroom. His physical play for sex was adding insult to injury as I felt like I was being compared to her. "So are you telling me you want me more like her," I said in an aggravated tone.

"I would love to see you get freaky in the bedroom honey, but unlike Jason I know I can handle my wife in the bedroom," he said in a joking chuckle. His hand was sliding from my thigh and up the hem of my night shirt.

"So what if you can't handle me either? How wild would I have to be in the bedroom before you bragged like that about me," I said feeling his fingers begin to touch my most private areas. His touch empowered my need for him to see me as a sexual creature, but having Tiffany come up in conversation right now was turning out to be a mistake.

"Honey I love you don't be mad. I wanted you to know that you're still the only women I think about in the bedroom, and it would be fun to see you a bit more aggressive in the bedroom if you wanted to," he answered. His apology did not slow the advance of his hand as it started to circle over the most sensitive part of my femininity.

I knew he was partially lying to me, and what he really wanted to say was that he wanted me more like his friends wife. "Fine," I answered before reaching out and grabbing him directly by his rod. He was flaccid in my hands, and nothing we had done so far had started to engorge him. It was my time to tease him back, "Do you think Jason would have been hard by now, or do you think that only started to happen after she went super wild in bed." Saying those words to him were meant to be slightly hurtful, and I was hoping it would end the comparison I was uncomfortable with.

"I don't know; try getting wild like her and we will find out," he said teasing back. He was not getting the hint, and he again looked for my response.

"Ok you fucker I'll get wild like her tonight, but if you can't keep up I might just need a guy like him to handle me," I said trying to even the score. It was then that I felt him start to stiffen in my hand. My hurtful comments clearly had an opposite effect. He went quiet, and looked at me and waited for me to speak again. "Oh there you are," I laughed, "somebody here liked when I talked a little dirty didn't they." His cock continued to harden, and was becoming rigid in the curvature of my hand without even stroking it. He still looked in shock, and only answered with a smile. "Do you know Tiffany also told me Jason was an amazing lover, and it really got me thinking," I said both trying to tease him back and test his response.

"What has it got you thinking about you dirty girl," he said with a breaking nervous voice that failed to laugh off my comments. His cock began to jet upwards in my hand, and if his actions and voice tried to hide his eagerness to be teased his cock had no qualms with it. This game we were playing was much more fun when he could take it much better than he could give it.

"Well as long as you keep that rod of yours hard like that we won't have a problem, because I need someone to put a smile on my face too," I said while slowly stroking him.