Was it me or was that woman in the grocery store aisle looking at me and snickering? I'm always paranoid when I venture out in public, even though at first glance I appear to be a seemingly normal male doing some shopping, short in stature, bald head, pale and a bit pudgy, it's what's beneath my clothes that keeps me wondering. Today I'm wearing a pair of pink tights and a pink strapless bra that my wife Katie insists I wear whenever I go out shopping for them. Them being her and her lover Reggie, who are now home lounging around on the overstuffed couches watching Good Morning America. The woman moves down the aisle and I am momentarily relieved.
You see Katie and Reggie's friends know who I am, and all about our lifestyle, but I have no idea who they are so I am always wondering if someone is looking at me in a rather odd way if they've perhaps seen the pink bra under my white shirt or if they too are in on the secret. I had watched Katie and Reggie fuck furiously this morning, first getting him hard, then getting her wet, then licking and sucking both of them while they fucked like animals, then I had cleaned them up as they lay exhausted and was ordered out to do some shopping while they relaxed.
My cuckolding didn't come as a result of my wife catching me watching porn or wearing her clothes, or to pay off some debt as you read about in so many stories, no my cuckolding came to be by a simple conversation between Katie and myself. Katie and I have been married for ten years I'm fifty and she is forty. The advantages of getting married later in life are that you know what you want and the type of person you want. Katie was that person. Long red hair down to her waist, wide hips, big breasts, thick thighs, tall and gorgeous. I am a BBW lover and went out of my way to find Katie and was pleased that she met that bill and much more.
A year ago a relative of mine died and left me a sizable inheritance allowing both of us to retire early, build our dream house in another state and sit back and enjoy life. One morning over breakfast Katie casually asked if I was serious about the whole cuckolding idea I had often told her about while we made love. I told I was and that it had been a long time life fantasy. She suggested that now we had the financial means we could make it happen, after all we were new to the area, no one would know us, we didn't have jobs to worry about and all in all it might be a lot of fun!
After placing an ad online we sorted through dozens of dopey responses. Most people have no idea what cuckolding is really about or what is involved physically, emotionally and spiritually. The day before the ad was to expire we were about to give up when Katie said,
"Hey, check this one out. Sounds like he could be a good candidate, and I certainly wouldn't object to his physical characteristics!"
That statement alone got me aroused and I went to the computer to check it out. Reggie's response was concise, respectful, erotic, and honest all rolled into one. He was retired corporate executive at 60 and was shopping for a vacation home in our area and said he would love to meet us and get to know us and see where things went from there. He sent a picture of him on nude beach on the Riviera and he was quite the physical specimen. He stood about six foot three, muscular but now a steroid head, six pack abs, well toned, very good looking, and his cock hung like pendulum between his legs, and he was black!
Katie was immediately intrigued and emailed him back inviting him to dinner the following weekend. The week that followed had me lapping Katie's ass and pussy as she talked on and on about Reggie and the size of his huge black cock versus my tiny white one. I have to say she was right about that, my cock when I'm fully aroused and erect only measures four inches (yes Katie's had me measure it!) and the fact that she likes keeping my body and head shaved makes me look even smaller. She would often comment on how my cock is only a half an inch when I am soft and how easily I cum as I licked her ass to orgasm. Katie would then allow me what she termed my 'reward' for licking her to orgasm. She would have me lie back on the bed and she would stroke my cock and tease my balls bringing me right to the edge of orgasm and then stop. She would sometimes do this for over an hour driving me wild and if I'd been a 'really good boy' she would acquiesce and right at the last minute let me shoot my load with her always aiming my cock so my load landed on my face.
The dinner with Reggie was splendid with Katie wearing a revealing low cut black dress that showed plenty of cleavage and came just about her knees showing off her gorgeous thighs. Her long red hair and pale white skin with the right amount of heavy make up made her look radiant as we walked into the restaurant and met Reggie at the bar for a drink. He towered over me and when he shook my hand it disappeared inside his and he almost crushed it with his firm handshake. We had drinks and small talk and then were seated in a booth with him and Katie on one side and me on the other. Needless to say I was already aroused by the whole evening but when the waitress came to take our orders, Katie ordered my food like I was a child and ordered the most expensive thing for her and Reggie and the least expensive thing for me.
After several martini's she was feeling no pain and began to openly flirt with Reggie telling him about our marriage and revealing at times the most intimate and sometimes embarrassing parts of our sex life and relationship. Reggie seemed to take it all in with great interest and I noticed a few times that his hand disappeared under the table and Katie would jump just a bit as if she was startled. Reggie excused himself to go to the bathroom and Katie looked me straight in the eye and said,
