Dear Reader: This is a cuckold story about a willing and grateful husband who is very thoroughly, skillfully, and lovingly cuckolded by a wife who loves him. If you find such stories uninteresting or unpleasant you should stop reading right now and go to a story that is less threatening.
My name is Rob McMillan and I manage a major branch of a rather large shipping firm. I have been happily married for twenty years to a gal I met in college. Erika is a beautiful blond Swede with long tan legs and really great tits. An employee of mine, tried to blackmail me. He sent me anonymous e-mails with pictures he said were of my wife and her lover.
Then a strange thing happened. I found those pictures sexually arousing. Somehow my wife and I got through it. But I came out of it with a new sexual fetish that I did not know I had. I was aroused by the thought of my wife fucking another man.
With my encouragement my wife began an affair with an old college boyfriend, Ben Ziegler. She wouldn't let me watch but simply listening to her describe their sex had given me sexual pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. They spent a weekend together once or twice each month.
Now we were in Chicago at a board meeting of our corporation. Last night my wife had fucked the Chairman of our board, an old friend of mine William R. Fuller. It was the first time she let me watch and that trembling, aroused humiliation was the most exciting sex I had ever had in my life.
We spent the second day at the board meeting and Erika and I got back to the hotel in late afternoon. Billy had to stay for a committee meeting.
We were having a drink in our room waiting for Billy to call. I assumed we'd have dinner together and then go back to his suite for another party like last night. That had been a marathon of fucking and I was looking forward eagerly to another night just like it. I think my wife was as eager to fuck him again as I was to watch her do it and her eagerness turned me on too.
"Thank you for asking Billy to join us in a threesome last night," I said.
"Darling I had fun fuckin him," she said, putting her hand lovingly on my cheek. "And you're gonna get to watch us do it two more nights."
"Billy's a great fuck!" Erika continued. "His equipment is twice the size of yours and that's a turn on for both of us. And it's a turn on for me to see the intense, helpless arousal in your face when you're watching us fuck."
"You like Billy's big cock don't you?"
Erika gave a soft, sexy chuckle, "Any woman who says she doesn't like a big cock is a liar! Cock size was a favorite topic of conversation of the girls at the Sigma Kappa house when I was in college. We'd sit and drink and swap big cock stories and the drunker we got the bigger the cocks got. I think there was some exaggeration."
"I wish I could have been there listening," I said
"No you don't. Most guys would NOT have enjoyed those conversations."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because we talked about the fact that most guys didn't know how to fuck and most guys didn't have big cocks and most of the guys that did have big ones didn't know how to use 'em."
Then she laughed, obviously remembering those college days.
"You always told me that I knew exactly how to take care of you."
"Yeah honey, but you were the exception. In fact some of the gals talked about you knowing how to bring them off when other guys couldn't. That reputation is why you got so much Sigma Kappa pussy."
I never knew I was a topic of conversation at the Sigma Kappa house.
"What did they say?" I asked eagerly.
"You don't want to know," she said with a lewd laugh.
"Tell me. Tell me exactly what they said."
"Okay, but you'll be sorry you asked," she said trying to control her laughter.
Getting control of herself Erika finally said, "More than one of them said, 'Rob's got a teensy pecker but he knows how to use it.'"
Then she doubled up in laughter.
"Teensy pecker," I exclaimed. "What the hell does that mean?"
"You got four inches honey and that qualified as 'teensy' at the Sigma Kappa house."
"I got FIVE inches," I yelled.
"All men exaggerate the length of their dicks," Erika said trying to control her laughter. "You got FOUR, maybe four and a quarter."
"The gals had two ways of showing the length of a guy's pecker," she continued, chuckling. "First they'd hold out two hands eight or ten or twelve inches apart. The other way was to hold up their thumb and forefinger to show how long a guy was. YOU were in the thumb and forefinger category."
Then she bent over again in raucous laughter almost out of control. It did not seem as funny to me as it was to her. Why do women think short dicks are humorous? They always laugh and joke about little peters.
"But you fucked a lot of Sigma Kappa gals," she continued. "You know why?"
"Tell me why," I said.
"Because you knew how to take care of a clit and you always did. Whether you used your pecker or your finger or your tongue, you always did. Most guys didn't know what a clit was or didn't care. They thought only about themselves. Maybe a few size-queens were not impressed with your dick but most of the gals preferred you to a guy with a big one who didn't know how to use it."
"But Billy's got a big one and he knows how to use it," I said.
