A Willing Cuckold..... and how it all came about.

After three years of marriage I was very aware that my beautiful wife had developed into a very sensuous woman.
She was a stunning red haired beauty who attracted the attention of all the red reded males she came in contact with.
We were both virgins when we married and very innocent.
I knew that the day would come when I would have to explain to Lisa that my penis was really quite small and that I would understand if she felt the need to explore her sexuality with another man or men.
As we lay in bed I cradled her head to my chest and told her how much I loved her and why I believed it would be a good thing for both of us if she took a lover.
I tried to explain that my three inch penis could not possibly satisfy her properly and that it excited me to dream of her being made love to by a well endowed lover.
I also told her that I would get great pleasure knowing that she was able to enjoy a big cock without feeling any guilt, safe in the knowledge that she had a very understanding husband to support her.
She was not impressed and could not believe that I was suggesting that she should cheat on me.
I begged her to understand that I would not be jealous and that just knowing she was enjoying the fun and excitement of extra marital sex would make me the happiest man in the world.
She still wasn’t convinced and said that it didn’t matter to her that I only had a little penis it was all that she needed or wanted.

Nothing more was said on the subject as she refused to speak about it whenever I tried to re-open the discussion.
About a month later Lisa casually remarked that she had been at a reception with her girlfriend Frances and that she had met someone who she thought might be acceptable to me as a potential date for her.
I didn’t realize how taken aback I would be when faced with the reality of her actually doing what I had been longing for.
“When are you meeting him”, I asked.
“Tonight if that’s ok with you”.
To say I was stunned is an under statement, I was speechless.
After all this is what I had been wanting for months. I had no choice other than to say how pleased I was that she was finally going to take the plunge.
She told me that her date was a man she had met at a reception for visiting business men that she had attended with her girlfriend Frances.
He was not local and she would be meeting him for takes at his hotel in the city.

I will never ever forget how my heart pounded that evening as I watched my beautiful wife preparing for her date. God she looked so gorgeous, I just sat quietly, watching her smoothing her nylon stockings and applying the finishing touches to her make up. She put on her high heels, stood up, gave me a twirl and said "How do I look"?
"Good enough to eat, I hope this guy knows how lucky he is". I said.
With a sexy chuckle she told me that he had phoned her earlier to say that he had never felt so excited and couldn’t wait till she arrived. He told her he had bought candles to make the room more romantic. He hoped she liked Champagne as he had ordered a bottle to be delivered to his room along with a bucket of ice.
After giving me a peck on the cheek her taxi arrived.
She suddenly said “Are you sure you want me to do this, because as soon as I get into that taxi there will be no turning back”.
I mumred “Please go and enjoy yourself, I love you”.
She told me not to worry, although she was terrified of what she was doing she was determined to enjoy it for both our sakes, and then she was gone, telling me she would be home by 11pm.

That evening must be one of the longest in my life, time just dragged by so slowly.
My mind was filled with all sorts of images of what was happening at that particular moment, had she changed her mind, perhaps this guy wasn’t very well endowed, or maybe he had a really big cock, was she enjoying it, would he be gentle with her, would she still want me now that she had enjoyed a bigger cock, was she no longer my sweet innocent wife.

I began to understand the meaning of the expression "sweet ***", on the one hand I was distraught and yet strangely excited and I had a permanent little hard on almost the whole time as my mind ran riot.

11.00pm came and went, by 11.30pm I was pacing up and down our hallway at the front door looking out the window to see if she was walking up the street.
Finally at ten minutes to midnight a taxi pulled up at our gate and with the help of the street lighting I was able to see Lisa kissing a shadowy figure in the back of the taxi.
After what seemed a long time she got out and waved as the taxi drove off.
I opened the front door and stupidly said “Where have you been”? I immediately regretted it and apologized, “ I’m sorry darling I was just so worried about you, have you had a good time”?

As we made our way upstairs to our bedroom Lisa kissed my cheek and said “Thank you darling for knowing me better than I know myself. I have had a lovely time and before I tell you all about it I just want you to know that I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such a wonderful understanding husband.”

……..The rest is a story in its self.

Please continue.

very nice start. Please continue.

WOW! Extremely well written and reminds me so much of my own story that it is amazing! Hope that you continue. Your story is SUPER HOTT!!

Love this...the "classical" in its best version...hope you'll eat her !
Fanatique de l'infidelite feminine

Yes please do continue...

Tony

Thanks for all your comments. It means so much when someone takes the time to let you know that they are interested and understand the complexities of this lifestyle.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I followed her up the stairs to our bedroom.
Her beautiful bottom was just inches from my face as I watched it sway sexily
beneath the tight silky fabric of her skirt. My arm was outstretched as she held
my hand, almost pulling me behind her.
As soon as we entered the bedroom she turned around and gave me a long sexy
kiss, then stepping back she slowly started to remove her blouse at the same time
telling me to get my clothes off.
I have never stripped more quickly in my life, I was naked before she had undone
the clips of her bra. She pushed me back on to the bed as she allowed her beautiful breasts to swing free, then with a flourish she whipped off her skirt, and threw it
across the room to land on top of my hastily discarded clothes.
I lay back on my elbows mesmerized by the vision of loveliness before me.
Lisa stood looking down at me almost with an air of triumph, she knew by the look on my face that I was entranced, then, with her hands above her head she slowly danced around the bed.
She was still wearing her sexy panties, nylon stockings and high heels as she joined
me on the bed, pushing me on to my back and then straddling me with her legs and
sitting on my chest.
As she looked into my eyes I was suddenly aware of the heat from her pussy and the
undeniable aroma of recent sexual activity. It was a curious mix of pussy juice,
spunk, piss, perfume and perspiration. I was excited at that moment and would be forever more.

For the next hour or so, I experienced the most incredible sex of my life.
Never before had I managed more than one orgasm so I was almost proud of myself when I cried out “I’m coming again”. Lisa responded “Wow, you must really be turned on by your new sexy wife”.
During the whole time she kept telling me everything that John had done and the expert way he had made her relax and enjoy the sensation of her first time with another manShe said that the hotel room had been transformed into a seductive candlelit dream and after two large glasses of champagne she decided to put me out of her mind and to submit to whatever John had in store for her.
She whispered in my ear that he had a huge cock and that I was right when I had told her she would love a big one.
God darling, she said “He was so big, he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, I never knew anyone could keep it going for so long. When he came for the third time I swear I could feel his cock swelling up before erupting inside me. He said I was going to be his special “woman” and he would service me whenever I wanted”.

I had to ask, “And when do you think you might want it again”?
“Tomorrow night, if that’s alright with you, he has arranged to stay for another night to continue my training as he put it.”
My heart was aching as I held her close and with great difficulty I managed to say that anything she wanted was what I wanted.
Kissing me gently she thanked me again for being her very special understanding husband, and within a few moments she was fast arelax.
I lay awake for a long time, my mind racing, what had I started, could I live with this, was our love strong enough to cope with this new lifestyle.
At this time I didn’t realize that I was now a cuckold, in fact I didn’t even know the meaning of the word.
The following day, Saturday, I got up at around 9am leaving Lisa to relax on.
I had my usual breakfast consisting of tea, toast and homemade marmalade and sat and tried to compose my thoughts on the significance of the events of the previous night.
I knew that things would never be the same again but that didn’t necessarily mean that it was for the worse.
I remembered how happy and excited Lisa had been when she returned home and how she had thanked me for allowing her to explore her sensual needs.
I decided to let matters take their own course and see what transpired.
The next few hours were spent doing the shopping, washing the dishes and cleaning the house all of which kept me from thinking too much about what might happen that evening.
Lisa eventually surfaced around 1pm and the first thing she did was to put her arms around me and give me a great big kiss. I prepared brunch for her and when she was finished I filled a big hot bubble bath for her. I left her to relax and to prepare for another life changing experience which loomed ever closer as the minutes ticked away.Later, I felt privileged to sit quietly in the corner of our bedroom watching Lisa taking great care to make sure that she was perfect in every way.
The time flew by as I watched my beautiful red haired wife pay meticulous attention to her makeup and choice of underwear for what was going to be a most thrilling night not only for her but for John and not least ( I hoped }for myself.
I realized that I was physically shaking with excitement, knowing that I could not intervene in what was about to happen. Lisa herself was the only one who could call the whole thing off.
Suddenly, it seemed, Lisa was kissing me and saying that she would try to be home by midnight.
Standing in the shadows, I was brought back to reality when the door bell rang, I stood rooted to the spot as Lisa opened the door and disappeared into the night waving goodbye and telling me not to wait up as she might be late home.
As the taxi disappeared into the night I once again, had this indescribable feeling of anguish mixed with an ache in my heart which screamed, “I love you Lisa”.

Great story. I'm really interested in hearing more.

For some reamister the agony of waiting for her to come home was even worse than the night before. My imagination was fueled by the knowledge that it really was happening and Lisa really wanted it to happen. She had been very quiet as she prepared for her date, and hadn’t spoken much, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself.

Eventually the clock chimed midnight and surprisingly only ten minutes later I watched from behind the curtains as Lisa got out of the taxi. Once again I was able observe them kissing before she got out.
This time I did not meet her at the door instead I went to our bedroom and quickly undressed and lay on the bed. I listened to her come in and close the front door behind her. I heard her high heels clicking on the hardwood flooring in the hallway as she made her way to our room.
I had put a small bedside lamp on and by the light from it I watched as the door opened and Lisa stepped into the room. She must have taken her coat off in the hall for she stood there in her thin silk dress looking radiant. She moved towards the bed pouting her lips and holding my gaze.
“Stand up”.
Naked I did as I was told and took her into my arms and kissed her. She returned my kiss passionately, her tongue swirling sexily around mine. I was aware of a strange taste but could not place it, I thought that maybe she had eaten some nuts or crisps.

Before I could do anything Lisa slid down to her knees and took my rock hard cock into her mouth. I gasped, never ever having experienced this before. I had heard that some kinky women would do this, but surely not my sweet Lisa.
“Ohhhh… darling” I stuttered, “easy now, easy, I don’t think I will be able to control myself”, after about five minutes of this sheer pleasure she suddenly stopped and stood up.
Huskily she said “Can I ask you something”? I nodded my head, yes.
“Would you like to ….go down on me….”?
I couldn’t believe my ears, and found it difficult to speak. I finally managed a strangled croak. “ Ohhhh…. I would love to darling”.
I felt the pressure of her hands on my shoulders pushing me down on to my knees, I found myself with my face only inches away from my lovely wife’s pussy. I swear I could feel the heat, I certainly was aware of the familiar heady fragrance which so excited me the previous night.
I slowly peeled her silky knickers down her legs and lifted her feet so that I could remove them. Although I had never done so before, I automatically put them to my nose and breathed in the wonderful perfume, suddenly aware of how wet they were.
Taking her knickers from me Lisa told me to lie down on the bed. She climbed on to the bed and once again straddled me, this time though she did not sit on my chest.
Telling me to move further down the bed I was suddenly faced by a view I had never seen before, Lisa’s gaping pussy all shiny and wet slowly descending on to my face.
This must be a dream, nothing like this had ever happened to me before, my mind was racing again with all sorts of images when my whole face was enveloped in a hot steamy slipperiness.
Somewhere in the distance I heard Lisa moaning and in a firm but seductive voice I heard her say “Lick it”. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and lovingly licked her hot flesh, my tongue sliding back and forth between her swollen pussy lips conscious of her juices slithering down my gullet. I tried not to gag and so was powerd to swallow this unique blend of my wife’s pussy juice and her lover’s hot potent spunk.
“Deeper” I heard her cry. I struggled to power my tongue as deep as I could manage but I was no expert at this manoeuvre and found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Finally I had to come up for air.

I found myself gazing into Lisa’s deep blue eyes and watched as her face lit up into a huge grin and develop into a sexy chuckle. “Look at you” she laughed, “Your face is soaked in cum, I think you need more than a little training if you are to be any good at this.”
She rearranged our set up by once again straddling me and sitting on my chest, staring down into my sticky eyes.
“I have a confession to make,” she whispered, “I am afraid I’ve just lost a bet…. John asked me about you and made me tell him everything.”
“What do you mean, everything.” I said, a feeling of dread washing over me.
“You know,” she said, “How you encouraged me to go out dancing and flirt around and maybe meet someone I would like to have sex with. I also told him you only had a small penis barely three inches and that you wanted me to experience a bigger one.”
“Why did you have to tell him all that.”?
“I don’t know, I just did, but he then told me he now knew exactly how you would react under certain circumstances, like he predicted your exact response to me if I asked you if you would like to go down on me and whether you would like me to teach you to please me with your mouth. I didn’t believe him so he made me accept his bet that you would react as he said.”
“What was the bet.”“ Well I promised to ask you these questions and well, I’m sorry darling , but I agreed that if you did as he said you would, I would agree to his terms. I’m afraid that you cannot have intercourse with me until John has had me again, which will be next Saturday when he will be back to continue my training. However, I am to instruct you every night between now and next Saturday on how to please me with your mouth so that you will always be my “head man” no matter how many other men give me pleasure with their big cocks.”

“You must be joking”, I spluttered.
“No darling I’m not joking, and now if you will just slide down the bed a little, we will continue with your training”.

Fantasy's are far from the realityOnce you let the slut out, shes no longer yoursEnjoy your masterbating buddy!

Nice.....

Wrong, Mikdebbs...one can NOT tell whether this is just a story or not....but such things DO happen and there ARE couples which happily continue this way
Fanatique de l'infidelite feminine

I should explain that this all happened many years ago.
My intention was to recall the circumstances and hopefully show those
of you thinking of joining this lifestyle how much pleasure it can be for
both the lucky wife and her cuckold husband.
Our adventure lasted for about fifteen years and provided both of us with
great pleasure and excitement.
Over the years Lisa was always discreet and did nothing to jeopardize our
marriage.
In my opinion it is all about love and devotion and if you have this,
then this lifestyle can provide you both with a roller coaster of a sex life.

That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

Damn that is sooo hot! THanks for sharing.

Very nice of you to share and be honest, the experience you wrote is fantastic!

Thank you for sharing that awesome story.
I love Redheads; too bad I never married one - although I tried. I would love to see a Stocking clad picture of her.

"no matter how many other men" LOL that means that there might be many more...then why not denying him access to your pussy indefinitely ?
Fanatique de l'infidelite feminine

Great story and very erotic. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks to you all for your kind comments. It makes it all worth while posting here when someone takes the trouble to comment.
I was not sure whether I should continue the story or not.
In the meantime I will attach a "stocking clad" picture of Lisa.

Lisa preparing for her date

Surprisingly the next week flew by and by the Friday I was quite proud of my progress as Lisa’s “headman”.
John had been phoning Lisa every day giving advice and keeping his control over her.
I got home early from work late Friday afternoon just as Lisa was hanging up the phone.
“That was John”, she said, “I’ve got to get you to do something special for him tonight”.
“What”?
“He wants you to shave me , down there, she indicated looking downwards, he says to make sure it’s as soft as a baby’s bottom and you are not to be tempted to be first to sample it as that will be his pleasure”.
My heart ached, not for the first time, but I knew that I would do as he said because that was what Lisa wanted.
Later my hands were shaking as I applied the shaving foam to my wife’s curly mound. I was terrified that I would cut her but within twenty minutes Lisa’s pussy was as bald and smooth as a billiard ball.
It looked so fragile and vulnerable and beautiful.
She lovingly pulled my head to her centre of passion and I couldn’t help kissing and rubbing my cheeks and lips all over her soft newly shorn pussy.
I desperately wanted to make love to Lisa that night but she said that we must keep to the rules set by John.
Lisa fell arelax in my arms as I wondered what was in store for her the next day.

John flew in on the morning flight and would be returning home the following day, Sunday, catching the late afternoon plane.
His taxi pulled up outside our house at midday and Lisa gave me a quick kiss before rushing out to join him.
I watched the taxi disappear down the road as I recalled Lisa’s last words before she left.
“My darling, I want to thank you for being so good to me and I don’t want you worrying about me. I will be home late tomorrow afternoon. Wish me luck.”
Shaking with excitement I sat down remembering how only thirty minutes ago I had helped Lisa to dress for her lover, silky knickers, nylon stockings, high heels, a shocking pink nylon under slip, short black skirt and white nylon blouse. I could still smell her heady perfume as if she was still in the room.
I had been unable to resist stroking her pussy, her hairless pussy, through the silky fabric of her sexy knickers knowing that another man would be first to take his pleasure between those wonderful thighs.

The rest of the day was spent working around the house trying not to think of what she and John were doing.
When I finally went to bed I was exhausted and luckily fell arelax within minutes.
The alarm woke me at 8am and the first thing that crossed my mind was that Lisa would be coming home later that day.

It was now 5pm, I was watching at the window hoping to see Lisa’s taxi when the phone rang. It was Lisa to explain that she was back in the hotel after seeing John off at the airport and how would I like to drive over there as the room had been paid for till the following morning. “Let’s have dinner and spend the night here so that I can show you how much I love you and how much I appreciate having such a wonderful and understanding husband”.
“Oh my God, that sounds wonderful, give me ten minutes to grab an overnight bag and I will be with you around six thirty, I love you darling.”
After parking the car I entered the foyer of the hotel suddenly realizing that I didn’t know the room number or what name it was registered under.
As I tried to think what to do I saw Lisa walking towards me, God she looked so sexy, “Hi darling, right on time, let’s take the elevator up to our room where we can relax a little before dinner”.

Entering the room my imagination took over, I visualized Lisa and John thrashing about naked on the bed. It was then that I was aware that the bed had been used very recently as the sheets were all rumpled with several damp spots clearly visible.
Lisa saw my reaction and took my hand saying that she thought that I would like to see it as it was and that she wanted me to make love to her now in this bed where only a couple of hours ago she had been fucked by John.
“I’ve booked a table for 8pm in the restaurant so that gives us just nice time for a little play before showering and dressing for dinner”.
“Now, get your clothes off and lie down on the bed so that I can tease and pleasure you”.
I quickly did as I was told and climbed on to the bed, immediately I was aware of the cool damp spots beneath my body which reminded me that they were the evidence of recent sexual activity.

Lisa had put on some sexy music and again treated me to a strip tease as she slowly danced around the bed. As she cleverly removed her outer clothing I was soon gazing at her beautiful body clad only in stockings, suspenders, high heels and pair of gossamer thin knickers through which I could see the glistening lips of her hairless pussy.
To say I was excited would be an understatement as Lisa was quick to notice my throbbing little hard-on.
“My, my, someone likes what they see, would you like me to sit on your face”?
“Oh, yyesss please, I just want to serve you and do what ever you want”.
As she straddled my head I gazed up at the slippery slightly gaping lips of her pussy through her knickers, then the feeling of intense wet heat as she settled down over my mouth and nose and wiggled her bottom sladying me in the process.
I could only last about a minute of this as I could not breathe. I had to push her off so that she rolled over on to her back. We both started laughing at the same time we were so happy. I quickly pulled a pillow under her bottom propping her up so that I could really get at her pussy. Removing her knickers I proceeded to worship, kissing and licking her for at least half an hour giving her a several intense orgasms in the process.
Breathing heavily I got up on my knees and positioned myself ready to insert my aching little cock into Lisa’s hot slippery pussy. “No”, Lisa said, “Not till after dinner, I want you to look forward to this as your final reward for being so good to me”.

Our meal was delicious and we were soon back in our room where Lisa took me on a trip to paradise. She told me that John had wanted her to stop having sexual intercourse with me for as long as she was in a relationship with him. She refused to agree to that saying she felt that it would be cruel and that she loved me too much to treat me in that way.

The next fifteen years were the most exciting times of our lives with many wonderful adventures.

WOW! Congratulations! Your story had me rock hard the entire time I was reading it. Both of you are very lucky to have each other. If only more wives could be as understanding as yours was and as sweet to you. You two give marriage a whole new meaning. The way you two have gone about it should be called "Heaven"!

Thank you Juanito for your kind remarks.
I am indeed truly blessed to have a beautiful wife not only in looks but also in her loving permisterality.
I might add that I am heterosexual, I am certainly not gay and I have been more than happy to stand aside to allow my wife to experience sexual thrills that I was unable to provide myself.
Because of this I derived great pleasure and my love for Lisa increased as the years went by.

It is interesting to read all the different aspects of cuckolds on this site.
It makes me wonder how many different types of cuckold there are and could they possibly be categorized.
Permisterally I consider myself to be a typical basic cuckold.
As such:
1. A beautiful wife.
2. A small cock.
3. Proud of wife, enjoy seeing men desire her.
4. Encouraged her to flirt, eventually to have an affair.
5. Loved to hear all the juicy details when she comes home.
6. Buy her sexy underwear knowing other well endowed men will be first
to sample it.
7. Learn to satisfy her by going down on her.
8. Worship her and do everything possible to please her.

How would you categorize yourself?
How many different types are there?

Greenman
Thank you for sharing.... did you ever get to 'watch' or be directly involved as a serving cuck ?

Greenman,

You and I are very similar. I categorize myself in much the same way and derive similar enjoyment from this lifestyle. Thanks for sharing.

hotwifecuckoldhubby,

Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed my story.
Strangely, over the years there was only one of Lisa's lovers that invited me to be present and to take part.
However I found it very difficult to be physically involved. It may have been something to do with having such a small penis and him having such a big one.
I used to like it when I was on my back with Lisa on top 69 style and he took her from behind. Watching his big cock sliding deeply in and out of her slippery pussy and their mingled juices dripping into my mouth and all over my face was pure heaven.
Do you have a favourite memory or fantasy?

wifedateshubwaits,

I am glad to hear that you share my type of lifestyle and enjoy it.
For those who have not yet taken the final step on the road to cuckoldry I am sure you would agree with me that it is essential that both wife and husband love each other completely.
Do you have a favourite memory or fantasy ?

Greenman,

Yes, it is true that a husband and wife must trust and love each other to make this type of relationship work. My wife and I are very much in love and the fact that she fucks other men doesn't alter that fact.

My favorite memory probably was a vacation my wife and I took many years ago. We met a guy who really turned her on and after several takes I excused myself claiming I was tired. She and he immediately went back to his room while I spent the next several hours masturbating in our room. For the rest of our vacation, we hung out with this guy and his two friends and each evening I would retire early and my wife would fuck this guy in his room. It was a turn on to play the naive husband role while my wife fucked this guy every night. His friends were no doubt filled in on the events each evening but that only added to my excitement. We've never repeated anything like that, but it sure sticks in my memory.