Everyone has Fantasies

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I fell in love with my wife for many reamisters, she was a beautiful inside as she was outside. At 5-2 and 110 pounds Jennifer has that tight little package body I permisterally find irresistible. Her silky dark brown hair, olive skin, and hazel eyes are perfectly complimented by her heart shaped ass and round firm c-cup breasts. I was physically attracted to her immediately, but we made love I knew immediately she was the one I couldn‘t let get away. Jennifer is the most multi-orgasmic woman I’ve ever met. She always came easily, hard, and often; I was hooked. On top of that she had a huge libido and I knew the only concern I’d ever have about sex with her as my wife would be keeping up. I had no delusions her desires were based on my sexual prowess. I knew what we happen between us in bed was a lot more about her lust for sex than it was about how I worked what I had hanging between my legs. Like most men I wanted to be good in bed, I was in denial and left my few sex partners wanting more rather than satisfied. I eventually matured I came to grips with the fact that my cock was average at best and learned that my tongue served me much better in instilling a desire in my lovers to come back for more. Fortunately for me and for them, I loved the taste of a woman and my sexual routine was to lick them until they couldn’t take anymore followed by a few minutes of intercourse until I lost it. For most of them it seemed to work well, Jen was an exception only in the length of time she could take my oral onslaught and the number of orgasms she could enjoy. My standard excuse that licking her got me so worked up I couldn’t last long seemed perfectly acceptable to her.

Jen knew I read erotic stories and watched porn. It was there I learned a seemingly growing number of other men shared the fantasy that had quickly become mine. It was my dirty secret, no harm no foul, it only served to make me crave and desire my amazingly sexy wife even more. I’m not sure exactly when my fantasy began, maybe it was because I always wondered about the guys before me that had transitioned her from innocent virgin to sexual dynamo. My fantasy always involves a twinge of me being humiliated by her lovers being more endowed and better in bed than I am. It has grown to the point that when we make love I imagine myself getting her worked up for ‘him’ as I eat her groomed sex to multiple orgasms. Even as I finally mount her I imagine ‘his’ substantial meat being sank deep into my wife. I enjoy her passionate kisses as ’he’ fucks her and I struggle to hold out to witness her contorted face as she reaches her final orgasm on the cock of another man. I hold back in hope the same scene I yearn for will replay itself until I can’t take any more and fill her with my load. Then the real irony begins, almost immediately I feel embarrassed for thinking such things about the woman I love. I hold her in my arms ashamed for having yet another heart pounding orgasm while lost in my secret fantasy. On the occasions that I feel our combined juices dripping from her as we cuddle my offense reaches its peak as my cock stirs and I begin to consider things I won’t even allow myself to admit. Maybe she sensed the change in me, I’m not sure, but one night after I’d given her a to a few orgasms with my tongue she began stroking my hard cock before she allow me to finish and asked me the question I’ve always dreaded.

“What do you think about when we make love?”

I tried to be cool, “I don’t really think about much. You know how I love watching you cum, mostly I just focus on getting you off as many times as I can before you let me pop.”

“You always been a giver, I love that about you, but come on, everyone has fantasies.”

“You tell me yours first and I‘ll tell you mine.”

“You sound like a teenage boy, why your making this such a big deal, every guy thinks about doing two women or fucking some actress or porn star while he’s doing his wife. I used to have a lot more fantasies, but we’ve already done most of them. Like when we slipped into the bathroom at that bar for a quickie or when I blew you in that cab. I have the traditional ones too. I’ve thought about being with a woman or with two guys at the same time, but I don’t think about either of those too that often. You know I had my share of boyfriends before you and my share of sex, but I’ve never got to be the little slut that just gave it up to get a good fuck, but I’ve fantasized about it a lot. I still think about it sometimes when we make love and I always cum really hard when I imagine myself being a slut and you being some guy that uses me to get to get himself off then leaves me laying there with his cum running out of me.”

“Wow Jen, that is fucking sexy as hell!”

“I was afraid you might be a little insecure about me imagining other men fucking me, but I’m glad to hear you like the idea.”

“Don’t go getting all carried away. I just said it is sexy to know my wife fantasizes about being a slut, don’t get me wrong, you are a married woman.”

“Very happily married, I might add. Okay your turn, tell me about the hot women you think about.”

“I really don’t every think about other women I only think about you.”

“Come on James, I told you I think about other men fucking me can’t you just tell me the truth.”

“I am, seriously my fantasies are always about you. Well, sometimes you and another guy.” Even in the shadows of our bedroom I could see Jen’s smiling. “Sometimes when I watch you cum with me I think about it, you know, I imagine watching you getting off while some stud fucks you.”

“So you don’t like the idea of me fucking other guys, you like to think about it when you cum?”

“There’s a big difference in liking a fantasy and really doing it.”

“I guess, but since we’re talking about it, what kind of guys do you imagine fucking your wife?”

“Come on Jen, you came on my face three times, I’m really horny.”

“I can tell.” She just continued massaging my cock and waited for my answer.

“Like a said, studs, you know guys that are hung and know how to use it.”

“I guess if I was going to be a slut I might as well be one for a guy who really has the goods. Now I feel like the one that’s insecure, I could never even think about you being with another woman.”

“I’d never want to be, seriously Jen, I don’t even ever think about it. You’re the only woman I ever want.”

“We’ll both be thinking about the same thing when I start cuming on some strange studs cock tonight. Enough talk I’m horny and it obvious talking about me being a slut has you hard as a rock, just fuck me fast and hard, I need to get off.”

“You sound like a slut?”

“Then fuck me like one…my husband likes to watch.”

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After that night, we talked about our fantasies in much greater depth. We traced Jen’s little slut fantasy back to her strict ’good girls don’t’ upbringing and my ‘voyeurism fantasy’ as I called it to my discovery of internet porn. Jen and I had watched porn together before, but it was always more for me than for her. That seemed to change when she insisted on seeing some of the videos that focused on wives being with other men. I was careful with my selections, I started with videos suggested that ‘the husband filming’ and gradually progressed to ‘wife sharing videos’ where the husband was present. Our sex life had never been better.

Friday night’s became our movie night and we exchanged sexy texts most of the day each Friday to fuel the fire, as if it need it, then when I got home we’d watched a couple videos before starting our weekend off right. Jen’s texts had been noticeably slow one particular Friday and I was surprised to find her glued to the computer screen when I got home.

“I think you are more of a cuckold, or at least you would be.”

“Say what? What are you reading?”

“You really aren’t a voyeur at all, you are more of a cuckold, at least a want to be cuckold, that’s what they call guys who just fantasize about it but don’t follow through. You won‘t be a real cuckold until I start fucking other guys.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out.”

“Don’t get all defensive, I was just doing some reading like you do. There really are a lot of guys who get off on their wives being with other men. I had no idea how many husbands were into that, I thought it was just you.”

“Thanks Jen.”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m just saying a lot of couples do it. I guess it’s not as taboo as I thought. There is all sorts of stuff about guys like you on the net.”

“Jen can’t we just take a shower and watch a movie, it’s Friday night?”

“Sure Babe, but fair warning, after what I read today watching some other guy’s wife get what she needs from her stud may make me as jealous as it does horny. I’d at least need my cuck some extra time between my legs to lessen my envy.”

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Good start. I love it that she was fantasizing about fucking other men before her hubby brought it up. I'd want to find out that my wife was actually thinking of being a naughty wife as she fucked me. Please, continue.

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Over the next few weeks Jen became a authority on everything about cuckolding and she became increasing graphic in our verbal exchanges about her role and mine. Our openness with each other allowed us to push the envelope in our role playing to new heights both in and out the bedroom. She started making little comments to me about other men we saw in public like “I bet he’s got a big one”, or “I wouldn’t say if he offered” and in the bedroom she began referring to me as her little cuck and started openly admitting she needed a big cock. She occasionally reassured me it was all in fun, but I was beginning to wonder.

I was lost in my thoughts as I drove home. I’ve always trusted Jen completely, even with all the games we were playing I was sure Jen would never really cheat on me, but I wasn’t sure of much else. My thoughts didn’t really even make sense to me. We’d been more open with our fantasies than we ever, but I had this overwhelming feeling that we weren’t being as honest with each other like we’d always been. When we didn’t discuss our fantasies at all and I felt comfortable, now that we’ve discussed them, played them out, and been more reveling than ever I have this strange feeling like maybe there is more to tell. It wasn’t logical, but I felt compelled to resolve this void I was starting to feel forming between us. We had to talk it out.

Jen greeted me with a pretty passionate kiss as soon as I walked in the door dressed in one of my white button downs. “I’ve been looking at cuckold videos for the last couple hours and I found the perfect one for tonight, I think you are going to love it as much as I did. It’s made by a real married couple that sells their clips on the net. At first I thought she was pretending, like we do, then I watched a few more of theirs and realized it was the real deal. I don’t want to spoil it, but are you ready for a quick shower? I’m drenched. ”

I was already hard, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done. “Jen, I think we should talk first.”

“Seriously? What I had planned for you didn‘t include you being able to talk.”

“I’m sure, but I really think we need to talk first.”

“Okay, as long as you make it up to me.”

“Jen, I love what we’ve been doing, all of it, but I feel like there are things that neither one of us are saying.”

“You’ve got something on your mind, so just spit it out.”

“Do you really think about fucking other guys?”

“You know I do. That’s what started this whole thing.”

“I know you fantasize about doing it and I fantasize about you doing it, but I’m wondering if what you really want has changed and maybe now you want to do more than just pretend?”

“James, I’d never cheat on you.”

“I trust you Jen, that’s not what I’m asking. Has all the cuckold stuff you’ve been reading and we’ve been teasing about made you start want to really fuck other guys, you know like your fantasy just fuck some guy like a slut no strings attached.”

“I’m very happy being your wife and being with you will always be enough for me. But sure lately I’ve thought more about it as being possible, where before I just saw it as something I had my chance to do and missed it. I don’t think I could really even enjoy being with another guy with you watching me, I be way too uptight to even enjoy it. I think I’m more of a hot wife that would let some stud do me then I’d come home and tell you every detail. What I really get turned on by is when I think about you wanting me to do it, or at least letting me do it, does that make sense? It’s more about the two of us than it is about some stud. He’d be fucking me and I’m sure at that moment all I’d be thinking about is how good it felt just to finally get to be a slut and get fucked by some well hung stud as you put it, but when it was over I’d know I did it for us, I made both of our fantasies come true, understand?”

“I guess I get it. So if I said I was okay with it…”

“Then I’d find a stud and let him have your wife as his whore for a few hours. I’d do it and I’d like it, but only if you wanted me to, I’m your wife and I always will be whether you want me to fuck other guys or not, but if I couldn’t come home and tell you all about it and expect us to have the best sex ever it will never happen.”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“Damn James, you really know how to screw yourself out of a hot night with your wife who loves you more than anything. You obviously aren’t going to let this go unless I spell it out, all this stuff has made me realize I would like to fuck other guys, or at least one stud one time and make you my cuckold like those women in the videos and come home and tell you every detail about how big he was and how good he fucked me and how I came all over his huge cock. Now I‘ve said it, do you feel better?”

She was mad, but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think I do.”

Her shock diffused her anger. “You do?”

“Yeah, not because that’s what I want you to do, but I’m not saying I never will. I’ve thought about it too, but I had this feeling like we weren’t being completely open with each other and it was driving me crazy. More than anything I love you Jen, I never want to feel like we are keeping anything, even this, from each other.”

“I don’t either and I was feeling a little guilty about some of what I was thinking too.”

“Don’t need to fell guilty, Jen. If anything, I think it makes what we are doing even hotter to know that you really would like to be some stud’s whore for the night, as long as I’m sure you’d never really do it.”

“Oh, I’d do it, but stud is only going to get some of this little slut if my husband okays it.”

“From now on we share all our nasty thoughts, promise?”

“I hope you aren’t sorry you married such a slut, but I promise you‘ll always know everything that’s on my mind and since we’re talking, I’ve been wanting to ask you something too. What do you think about creampies?”

“I always cum inside you, you get one every time.”

“I was thinking more about you eating yours out of me.”

I‘m not sure why at this point I was surprised. We never even kissed right after Jen gave me a blow job, not that she’d offered anytime recently. “I don’t know about that Jen, that isn’t to appealing to a guy after he cums.”

“Not all guys, some cucks seem to really like it and others do it for their wives just because they kind of insist. I’ve been reading and watching videos remember?”

“How could I forget?” I knew she was right. I’d read the stories and seen then videos showing husbands cleaning up their adulterous wives after their lovers or licking up their own after being allowed to cum. I even blown my load in Jen more than once imagining her telling me she’s going to make me get her off with my tongue after ‘he’ finished. I always lost that desire immediately when I came, I was sure my lack of desire would be even more pronounced with Jen’s hands pulling me by my hair into my own mess.

“One other thing, I know how much you like eating my pussy, sometimes I think you like that even more than fucking me and some of the wives have their hubbies get them off like that a lot more than they have sex. Are you up for that?”

“Hey now, I like to cum too.”

“I’m not saying you won’t, but I can cum a lot more often than you can. I’m just saying I think it would be fun if you got me off more often and sometimes you didn’t get off at all. Don’t blame me, I’m just saying what’s on my horny mind. Let’s face it, you are good for about five minutes of fucking a night at best, while I could cum on your face morning, noon, and night.”

“That smarts a bit Jen, but I guess I can’t have my new slutty wife feeling deprived. My face is yours to use anytime you want it.”

“Even after you cum?”

“I’m not sure about that, I guess we’ll find out if you insist.”

“I guess I married one of those cucks that wants to be made to so it, I can live with that.”

“I’m sure you could. You really are a naughty little slut.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Let’s skip the shower and the movie. Make me cum enough times and I might even let you cum.”

“Very funny Jen, I’m going to cum and I’m not licking it out of you either.”

“I can live with that….tonight.”

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I’m a very sound relaxer, I was aware I was waking up, but Jen had my face mounted before I realized why. Between my pillow and Jen’s firm thighs I could make out anything she was saying. Occasionally I’d catch a few words, eat, slut, and cum seemed to be the most common. The aroma of Jen’s sex was stronger than it typically was in our post shower love making, not unpleasant just more pronounced. Her first orgasm came in a couple minutes, right on schedule for Jen. I felt her fingers toying with her clit as I continue to lick her sex. She slid forward slightly centering her rosebud on my mouth. I’d slipped down and had little licks of Jen’s ass while eating her pussy before, but this was the first time she initialized it. It was clear she wanted more than I quick lick. Her diddling of her clit brought her to her next peak and for the first time I felt her rosebud pulsing my tongue as she got off again. Jen raised herself enough to look into my eyes and that position allowed me to hear her clearly say, “Now clean me up.” She held her dripping sex slightly above my face as I licked her juices from it. I was certain she was ‘clean’ before she was, but finally she slid down beside me and was glowing with satisfaction. She gave me a quick peck and bounced toward the master bathroom like a school girl. My morning wood was only enhanced by waking up with my wife’s pussy on my face and watching her tight ass I’d just had my tongue inside bounce across our bedroom floor. When I heard the shower turn on I decided to join her.

I wasn’t expecting Jen to drop to her knees in awe and worship my hard-on when I opened the shower door and stepped in next to her, but I wasn’t expecting her to start laughing either.

“Remember, we agreed.” She was still laughing as she gave me a couple tugs.

“To what exactly did we agree?”

“I can use your face anytime I wanted to get off, no strings attached, at least that’s how I remember it.” I knew she was full of it and knew she was twisting what I’d said, but she looked too damn cute and happy for me to get too upset. “I came really hard when I made you lick my ass.”

“I noticed, what brought that on? I thought you didn’t like it back there.” Jen and I had tried anal sex a couple times, but it never worked out. When she was in college some guy thought ‘stop’ meant ‘make me’, she’d eagerly given him her pussy, but he took her ass and she’s never been able to enjoy anal sex since.

“I guess knowing it wouldn’t lead to anything else let me enjoy it. Looks like you liked it too. You aren’t off to a very good start in getting me off without expecting something in return.” Jen almost looked disappointed, like I’d let her down by being horny, or more accurately because I wanted to cum. I almost started feeling guilty about wanting to have sex with my own wife. Before I could dwell on it Jen pulled me in for a kiss. Jen had always been an amazing kisser and when she started sliding her tongue into my mouth and biting my bottom lip the way she always did my guilt was gone and my desire was back.

“Does Jamie want to cum for me?” Jen never called me Jamie, she knew I hated it, only my lady refused to let it go. The nickname had stuck all through high school. It was only once I moved away to collage that I’d finally established a more manly adult name for myself, by introducing myself to everyone as James. She continued to kiss me, I was putty in her hands and we both knew it. As she whispered into my ear, I could feel her hot breath, “Do you Jamie, ask nicely and I‘ll let you?”

“Jen, please let me cum.” What the hell, I’d play the game if it got my hard dick into her hot little pussy.

She let out a little moan as she moved my right hand from her left butt cheek and onto my hard dick and wrapped my fingers around my shaft with her hand on top of mine. She started stroking me with my own hand. It was hardly what I wanted, but I was too far gone to complain, if she was going to give me a hand job I’d take it. I was getting closer and she knew the signs, it was at that moment that she eased her hand away from mine and left me stroking my own cock. I’d never jerked off in front of Jen, but she really seemed to be getting into it, her breath was ragged and she was kissing me for all she was worth. Just as I past the point of no return she broke her kiss and looked into my eyes, “Now Jamie, cum for me now like a little boys do.” I met her stare as I shot my load onto the shower floor and the warm water washed it down the drain. Jen was grinning ear to ear as she exited the shower, I looked down and realized I was still stroking my deflating erection.

I love the way the story's going. I love the wife taking over the lead and her talking of other men she'd love to fuck. I love the denial, the making hubby eat her and yet not cumming himself, the stopping of stimulation just before hubby was to cum, the creampie eating and particularly her powering hubby to do it.

My sexy ex-girlfriend loved the idea of fucking other men and I encouraged her to do so. We set up our first time to share her. It was to be a mfm threesome and she and I both wanted him to do her bareback and cum in her tight little pussy. Before the threesome, she asked me if I would "taste her" after the other guy unloaded inside her pussy, "for reassurance." I agreed. She didn't know it was my fondest fantasy to eat another guy's cream from her used little pussy.

The guy came over, I had him fuck her first then I asked her what she wanted. "Taste me?" she said. I did and we both loved, loved, loved it! Thereafter it was our favorite thing to get her fucked and filled with cum so I could eat her clean. The reality was much better than fantasy.

She also asked me to eat her as she was getting fucked doggy style and I did so. With some guys I licked her pussy lips and his shaft as he stroked into her.

She wanted me to share a blow job with her and she also wanted me to clean the other guy's cock after they fucked her. I would have done those things but we never had a guy who seemed to want that. I have no interest in guys but in a threesome with her I'd have done it galadly to excite her.

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We kind of fell into a rhythm, Jen was more loving to me than ever and we made out like regularly we did when we were first dating. Other than we were doing something sexual, we lived like any other couple that was very much in love. Our sex life centered around me spending a considerable amount of time with my face between Jen’s legs and cheeks and she demonstrated that she could cum almost non-stop. I now ate her regularly without any hope of cuming myself. She constantly reassure me that I was the best she’d ever had with my mouth and though the implication was clear we didn’t discuss that she’d obviously enjoyed other, I assumed larger, cocks in the past more than she did mine. I became comfortable with my face being her sex toy and I was none the worse for wear other than the skin that attached my tongue to the bottom of my mouth being constantly cut from rubbing on my teeth from my attempts to stretch it farther into her holes and the insides of my lips being torn from her pubic bone smashing them against my teeth. I’d grown accustom to her pet names when she was feeling frisky, being called a pussy boy and being told to worship her ass seemed rather natural after a few weeks. I still didn’t particularly like being called Jamie, she always called me that when she wanted me to jerk myself off like a little boy, as she always put it, rather than have real sex with her like a real man. I got comfortable jerking myself off in front of Jen, maybe too comfortable. Jen had been pushing the idea of me cleaning her up lately, and when we had real sex I started feeling like I always let her down by refusing. On the other hand, when I jerked myself off instead after taking care of her she seemed more like I’d pleased her. Something had to give and I knew it would be me.

Jen wasn’t one to just roll over after and go to relax after I’d taken care of her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the idea of leaving me hard and horny, she always gave me a little squeeze shortly after she’d had enough, then checked back a bit later to make sure I’d calmed down before she called it a night. During those times we talked about everything from our wedding to our retirement years. Sex talk seemed counterproductive to her goal.
I’d hadn’t gotten myself off, except in front of Jen in weeks and I made a point to do without even that for several days. Honestly I thought Jen hadn’t even noticed, but after a particularly enjoyable ride, she said the words I’d been waiting to hear, “Do you want to fuck me James?”

I’d do of course, I’d been thinking about it for days, but myself enpowerd denial had a double purpose. “More than you can imagine Jen, but you’ve seemed a little disappointed when I did lately.”

“Baby, I haven’t been disappointed in weeks, I cum more often than an over worked call girl.”

“I can’t argue with that, but I know you’ve been pretty eager for me to clean you up after I cum.”

“So that’s what this is all about. James getting fucked will never be a disappointment. Sure, I was hoping you’d want to do that for me like the other husbands did for their wives in the stories, but honestly I was about to give up hope on ever getting to live out that fantasy too.”

Jen’s choice of words gave me more questions than answers, but I decided to stay focused on my task at hand. “I’ve thought about doing it more than once for you these past couple weeks, but once I cum, I change my mind. Have you ever thought about ‘making’ me do it?”

“I’ve thought about making you do it almost every time, but I guess I’m weird James. I don’t really get off on making you do things you don’t want to do. I don’t want to sound like an egotistical bitch, but I think I could have lived out all my fantasies if I didn’t mind making you do things, or doing things myself that I felt you didn’t want me to do. If I didn’t care what you wanted I’d have insisted and pulled you down there and made you do it weeks ago, but it ruins my fantasy that way. I’m not saying you’d have to beg me to do things, for me to enjoy it, but I’d have to know that on some level you want it to happen.”

Hearing that Jen was willing to deny herself something she knew she could easily made me want to make her fantasy come true more than ever. I didn’t ask, I just shoved my hard cock into her. We didn’t make love, I fucked her. I was far more vocal than ever in telling her how hot it was to have such a sexy slut for a wife. She responded by just repeating, “Fuck me, fuck me…” I love it when she does that and it had been a while. My stamina was far better than normal, it could have been because I hadn’t cum in days, but it was far more likely that it was because I knew what I must do after I fill her. The intensity and volume of my orgasm was worthy of the wait, but for some reamister I didn’t regret what I knew that meant. I looked into Jen’s eyes with my withering cock still inside her and told her what I knew I she needed to hear, “I want to clean my mess, may I?” Jen didn‘t answer, but the way she kept thanking me as I fulfilled her fantasy spoke volumes.

Please continue.

You never disappoint me. This story is like my fantasy come to life. I've been a cuckold for many years. But my6 wife has never been as willing to share her side of things with me. Thanks fr bringing my thoughts to light.

keep up the good work love the story dont keep us waiting too long

This is shaping up nicely, thanks for taking the time Z

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