Everyone has Fantasies

Another great peice, thanks for posting.

Just checking in and it's building well. I love the unexpected turns as it goes from the cuck wannabe's fantasy to releasing the wife's inner slut. I love it seeming to fit his ideas and under his control to him following in the wake of his wife's desire as she sheds her inhibitions like a woman shedding her clothes on the way to bed with a lover.

I'm hoping she lets the fellow take liberties in the bar, fingering her and ending up sucking his cock to orgasm in her mouth in the parking lot as hubby waits at home. Eventually I hope she fucks other mens' lights out on her nights out. I hope the restrictions on who and where she fucks other men fall away like autumn leaves and that cucky gets a steady diet of other mens' cum from Jen's pussy.

Please, write it exactly as you want but I hope you don't mind me saying how I hope it develops.

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Nichole retrieved the dress from the dressing room as Jen put herself back together. “That will be $247.50, Jamie.” I was taken back a bit at the price, but I handed Nichole my credit card and signed when and where she indicated. As she handed me the garment bag she made her last of many comments, “Jennifer is luckier than I thought, being willing to give your day just to give a friend the approval she’s looking for so she feels extra sexy for her big night is special enough, but one man paying for such an expensive dress to help her to seduce another man, now that is a first.”

Jen walked out of the dressing room as we concluded the transaction. “Nichole, is there any chance you have some sexy lingerie in another department that I could wear under it, just in case?”

“We have traditional hosiery, I think you’d prefer what they have at the Adult Mega Store, they’re sure to have hose convey the right look. With a little dress like this you can go from easy and slutty, to sexy and classy, dependant upon your choice of hose. I’d go there and fine the perfect pair of hose, and some sexy panties, but I’d skip the garter belt, it will show under fabric that is this thin, and given your intent for the evening and your assets, I’d forgo wearing a bra. Look around while you’re there Jennifer, they have a great selection of other things.”

“You’re been fabulous Nichole. Come on, Jamie.”

I hung the dress carefully in the back seat and climbed in next to Jen. “It felt odd being your gay friend.”

“Would you have rather been my cuckold hubby that is getting me all dressed up to find a guy I like to fuck tonight? I’m comfortable with that if you are.”

“Maybe I am better off being you gay friend.”

“We’ll see.”

The Adult Mega Store was close by and Jen pulled in and parked. I was surprised at the size of the building. Other than their inventory it looked like any well stocked department store, it was well lit and well stocked. There were rows of adult videos, magazines, and books. A selection of every imaginable sexy fantasy costume for women and to a lesser degree some for men. A friendly female clerk greeted almost immediately with the traditional, “Welcome to the Adult Mega Store, how can I help you?”

“We’re looking for some sexy hose to go with a little black dress.”

“We have a great selection, right this way. Is it for a party or a special occasion?”

“I little of both, I’m going out with the girl’s tonight and I want to get my share of male attention, but I don’t want the girls to think I look like a slut.” The clerk glanced subconsciously in my direction and Jen added, “It okay, he’s not the jealous type.”

Though Jen hadn’t said I was her husband, we both wore rings and our clerk seemed much more aware of kinks a couple might share than the average permister, I guess it came with the job. Though at that moment I think I would have rather her think I might prefer sucking cock than eating pussy over being a willing participant to my wife seducing other men, the clerk had a strange way of disarming the somewhat uncomfortable situation.

We quickly arrived at a wall full of hosiery. “If you were going with the sole purpose of getting laid, I’d suggest some tight-knit fishnets like these, with pumps, that look defiantly says your want some action and you’re not going to make it difficult.”

“Basically, I’m easy and I want to fuck tonight.”

“Exactly, but your girlfriends will think the same thing or worse, so I’d suggest these for tonight.” She handed Jen a pair of sheer black stocking with a lace band that would cling to her thighs. “And if I was looking for a good time I’d add a sheer black thong. That way when the lucky guy reaches the goods he’ll know you planned on him getting there. Some guys love the whole seduction thing, but in my experience when I guy discovers you’re looking for he already wants to give you it always leads to hot sex.”

I could only assume by the calm in her explanation, this type of conversation was common in this environment. “I’ll take both pair of hose, with panties to match, the sheer for tonight and the fishnets for future use.”

The clerk quickly retrieved the items and matched the with the appropriate panties. Not that she had said anything directly, but I was quite certain that the clerk was well aware that I was Jen’s husband and assumed by now that I was also her willing cuckold. “Is there anything else I can help the two of you with?”

“We’d like to look at your toy section.” Jen said it as calmly as if we were in Wal-Mart. It was only shocking because Jen had never even mentioned sex toys. I on the other hand had considered the possibility of Jen taking a latex lover for years, given every line we’d crossed recently I was surprised I hadn’t suggested it.

“Right this way, I’m quite an expert on the subject.” We rounded a few corners and were standing in front of rows and rows of dildos and vibrators of all shapes and colors. “Did you have something specific in mind?”

I was overwhelmed, but Jen as was the case with everything today, seemed to have a plan. “I want something we can use together.” I knew as soon as she said it if there were any remaining doubts in the clerk’s mind that I was another cuckold husband they were erased.

“Couples such as yourselves, often use dildos or vibrators, as you can see they come in a wide range of shapes and sizes. Some men find it quite erotic to give there wives something larger to enjoy and using something lifelike usually adds to everyone’s excitement.” The clerk directed her next question to me, “I’m guessing that you might like to let your wife enjoy a larger cock?”

She knew enough I’d look more like a fool to deny it. I’m never going to see her again anyway, screw it, “I think I would.”

“Now that I understand where you guys are coming from I can be more helpful. First, forget for a second about colors and features and look at these lifelike dildos. Now if you were with a guy considering the length and the girth, which one of these would you like to find the most when you dropped to you knees and unzipped his pants?” Jen admired the arrangement of man meat in front of her. As the clerk pointed out they truly can in all sizes, basically starting about my size and working up from there. All the ones she even considered were substantially larger than mine. She took about a minute to make her decision and handed it to the clerk. “Great, now we all know the size cock you’d prefer given a choice. In your case, he’s two inches thick and has an insert able length of eight inches, or less clinical terms given the choice you’d rather fuck a stud with a big thick cock, wouldn‘t we all. Lucky for you your man likes the idea of you getting one that can really satisfy you. For couples I’d recommend the Vac-u-lock series, they have great products and it offers a lot of future options. They attach into a harness that either partner can wear and various toys can be attached for either vaginal or anal penetration. The one you picked out is part of the series and that would be a great place for the two of you to start.

I was sure Jen knew more than she was letting on about strap-on dildos, but as long as she didn’t ask about either partner being able to wear them I wasn’t going to say a word.

“I guess I’ll take the one I picked out and he’ll take the harness, thank you so much for your help.”

“I’d say enjoy it, but I’m sure you will. I’m Nikki, if you two need anything in the future, look me up, it will make it a lot easier for you, now that I know what you both really want.”

“We’ll be back Nikki, we’re just getting started.”

Another $140.00 on my credit card and we were on our way. I was gratefully that neither of them had pointed out that I’d once again gotten hard as Jen picked out her idea cock and Nikki implied that she like most women would prefer fucking it over my little penis.

Just keeps getting better and better. Please keep up the good work!

This really is a hot story and I'm enjoying every segment.

Thanks

GH

tremendous story! Love it, very well written!

Zinc,
Thanks for continuing this great story. I hope there is much more to come ...

As Kinky69 said this keeps getting better and better, think many of us could imagine standing there while the lady in our life picked out stockings for getting laid, so wonderfully arousing, well done & Merry Christmas

loving every bit… please go on !!

Very good read. Your wife sounds like the perfect hot wife.
Ronald Curry

Kinky69
goodhusband Hope you are enjoying your holidays and I look forward to your return.
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davesGFdates I appreciate your comment that the scene was one others could imagine themselves experiencing. I find stories that are realistic from my perspective more exciting and I intentionally write my own with the hope that others might be able to conceive of themselves transistioning from fantasy to reality in a manner similar to the characters.
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Ronald Curry I do think Jen is quite perfect for Jamie and that my wife is the same for me. Not to disappoint, but they are very different people.

Thank you all for your comments. Here is the next chapter...

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It was 2:00pm and I was starving, but I was surprised when Jen suggested we stop and get something to eat, “I thought the girls had dinner plans?”

“The girls never order much to eat, at best we order a salad or an appetizer, but we sure don’t hold back on the takes and the restaurant has happy hour until 10:00pm. We like to ‘get our take on’ before we hit the club. I don’t mind getting a little trashed, but not eating all day then having a couple bites of salad and takeing all night is a bad idea.”

“Somebody might take advantage of you,” I laughed.

Jen shot back, “You can’t take advantage of the willing.”

The café wasn’t far from the store, Jen ordered a Martini and I sipped a beer, while they prepared our lunch.
“So which did you like better, Nichole thinking you liked to suck cock, or Nikki knowing you liked me to fuck other guys? Both got a rise out of you.”

“I was kind of shocked when Nichole started talking about me being gay, she didn’t hold anything back. I think she was ready to hook me up with one of her associates. She came right out and said she thought I was looking for it.” I felt my cock twinge as Jen flashed me her devilish smile as she sipped her Cosmo. “With her I felt like I was just role-playing, until she started talking about you hooking up with another guy tonight. After that her knowing you were looking for some strange cock, was more intense than her thinking I was as anxious to get some as you were. When I was paying she made some comment about me paying for you to get laid. Hearing her say that gave me that kind of humiliated cuckold feeling.”

Jen was clearly happy with how the first scenario she set up affected me. “That feeling seems to be one you like, or at least one that gets your hard, whether you like it or not. I can’t wait to hear how you felt with Nikki.”

“With Nikki it was different, still humiliating, but more real. Seeing you pick out a cock that was almost twice the size of mine and hearing that your preference would be to fuck guys with a cock that big, gave me that same feeling again. I know I don’t have the kind of cock that you really want and Nikki was clearly equally aware of it, when she made me admit I’d like to see you with a cock that could really satisfy you, I got rock hard. It’s kind of weird, being humiliated is usually a bad thing, but with this cuckold stuff, I can’t help it, it gets me hard every time.”

Our lunch arrived, Jen looked like the cat that ate the canary. Jen almost couldn’t contain herself until the waitress left the table. “Jamie, as much as I’ve enjoyed the things I’ve been ‘letting’ you do for me at home, seeing you repeatedly get excited as I made you squirm in front of other people was even better, I was as wet all day as you were hard.”

“So, humiliating me turns you on?”

“As much as it does you, Jamie. Its because of you and your kinks that we are where we are now. Sure I’d thought about being with other guys, but a lot of married women do that, they just never admit it to their husbands. I never dreamed you‘d like the idea or that things would go the way they have, but I’ve realized that knowing you like the things I’m doing to you makes me want to do even more. It’s been a learning process for me, but now I know you like me controlling when, how, and if you get off and you like being my bitch with that sweet mouth of yours whether I just want to get off or I need to be cleaned up. Those are things you’re not just willing to do any more, they’re things you want to do aren’t they Jamie?”

Jen had never called me her bitch, and even though seconds before I came the thought of her 'letting' me clean up my mess only served to make me cum more, I knew the instant I came I’d feel differently, but that really wasn’t her question. There were times this week I wanted to just cum like a normal man, I was frustrated, but here I am and I had to be honest with myself, I felt a new and even more special love for Jen than I ever had and I realized she loved me enough to make all my fantasies come true. I felt myself harden in my shorts as I espoused the truth I knew she wanted to hear, “I know now that I want all those things Jen. I do want to be your bitch and your clean up boy, and I do want to give up control of my little penis to you.” I took note that Jen was clearly please with me being more open and direct with my response.

“I never imagine myself getting worked up by humiliating you, but you liked being exposed as my willing cuck to people we don’t know and having to admit that your wife fucks other men with your help who can give her what you can’t. You want other people to know to about your short-comings, don’t you Jamie? Think of all the women and men we could share your secret with if we got out of town for a few days.”

Even though I couldn’t imagine the felling of having to admit the things I had today to other men, or the obvious implications of doing so, but I knew the truth about myself and so did Jen. “Before today I thought of our cuckold play as our secret, something we did in the privacy of our home. I haven’t forgotten my promise if things were perfect, but I never visualized participating the way I did today. It was so embarrassing to have complete strangers even think I’m a cuckold husband and see my physical reaction to your expressed need to fuck other men because of my inadequacy. Having to verbally admit it to them was even more humiliating. There is no denying I was uncontrollably sexually excited by the way you exposed my secrets.”

“Finish up Jamie, we have a lot to do when we get home. Today we learned that you are my cum eating little bitch and you want other people to know your kinky secrets. Tonight, if we’re both lucky, we’ll discover even more.”

Loving this story Zinc!

Zinc03, thanks for posting more, this is getting so hot, please keep going.

Fantastic story! Loved the gay twist in there. Very humiliating.

Thanks for the "present"

Pure class, loved the conversation, well done again

SUPERB..cant wait

Amazing story!

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Jen took me through the stereotypical process of preparing her for her ‘date’. Our shower together wasn’t initially anything unusual. Jen washed her face and then allowed me into the water to wash mine. “I think you should bathe me for my man, soap up the bath sponge and get to it.” We’d washed each others back a hundred times, but tonight it felt much different. I did ask Jen suggested, the act began to take on new meaning as a washed her round breasts, I couldn’t help but imagine them in another man’s hands. I knelt as I washed her feet and toes. I saved her most private parts for last. As she spread her legs I sponged her sex, the satisfaction in her eyes as she looked down at the actions of her servant signaled the depth to which I’d sank, while conversely, the hardness of my penis indicated I’d reached a new height. I was no longer sure there was a difference. I bathed myself quickly as Jen rinsed the soap from her amazing body, I followed her out of the shower. She handed me a towel and I dried her as the water dripped from my own body onto the bathroom floor.

“I need to do a quick waxing, but I want you to watch and learn.”

Jen had always worn a tightly trimmed mound, momentarily I was afraid that tonight she’d chosen to remove it, I’d never seen her apply wax and I was curious. She heated the wax and laid a strip down first the left side of her mound and then the right, removing each with a strip of cloth as it dried. The result was the incredibly clean and soft straight edges where each side of her mound met her firm thighs. I was even more surprised as she bent over and spread wax on her rosebud and the skin that connected her two openings. She again applied the cloth and left the area baby soft with a quick tug.

“I never knew you did that Jen.”

“Now you’ll appreciate what I go through when you have your tongue buried in my ass, I want it to be as smooth for someone else as I keep it for you.”

Jen handed me my electric trimmer and attached the number three head. “Trim me up Jamie, I want to see you make my pussy perfect for another man.”

You can hardly make a mistake with a guard in place on an electric trimmer, but my hand was shaking uncontrollably as I lowered the bussing razor to my wife’s tuft. I took my time, savoring the realization of what I was actually doing. I couldn’t help but think that the sound of my razor would invoke this memory each day for the rest of my life. I brushed the loose hairs from her, she was flawless.

“I had my nails done yesterday, in case you didn’t notice, so there is nothing else you can do in here for me now, but I have a little task for you while I’m putting on the finishing touches. Don’t get dressed, go on the computer and find pictures of three sexy men you think would fuck me better than you. Knock on the door when you’ve completed your task.”

Jen shut the door as I left. I spent the next twenty minutes searching ‘studs’, ‘big cocks’, and ‘hung men’. I self-consciously searched the prodominantly gay sites to which I was directed. Finding men better equipped to satisfy Jen was easy, narrowing them down to the top three was the only challenge. Once I concluded I’d picked the best of the best, I knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “I found three men I’m sure could please you.”

“Better than you could Jamie?”

“I’m sure they could Jen, they have a lot more to work with than I do.”

“As anxious as I am to see the men you’ve picked out for me, I need five more minutes, but since you finished early I think you deserve a little reward. “Did you get hard looking at men who could fuck me better that you?”

“I’ve been hard practically all day Jen, I still am.”

“I’ll let you play with your little penis until I’m finished if you promise not to cum, would you like to do that for me?”

I’d wanted to stroke myself off for days and though it felt incredibly strange talking to Jen about doing it through a closed door, the thought that I might get some relief in my aching balls even if I didn’t get to cum sounded wonderful. As I spit in my hand I confessed the obvious, “I’d love to play with my little penis for you Jen.”

“Good boy, now go make a little slideshow of my men and you may stroke yourself while you watch it until I’m ready, but Jamie, I swear won’t let you near me for weeks if you cum.”

I never pleasured myself while focusing on pictures of the guys, but at this point pleasure was pleasure. The slide show only took a couple minutes and I was soon stroking feverishly as their massive cocks and hard bodies flashed in front of me. My indignity rose as my orgasm neared as I stared at the screen. I even had to slow down to avoid cuming as their cocks flashed in front of my face every five seconds.

“Stop jerking off looking at other guys big cocks and get in here.” I rushed into the room, my hard little penis glistening from my own saliva. “I see you like men with big cocks as much as I do.” My offense was obvious, but it did nothing to soften my shaft. Jen stood in front of me dressed in only the sheer black hose we’d purchased earlier and her shinny black stilettos we’d always playfully called her ’fuck me pumps’. “Put your wife’s panties on Jamie.”

It was then I saw her dress laid out on the bed with the sheer thong panties next to them. I dropped to my knees as she raised and lowered her pumps into first one leg opening and then the other. I slowly pulled the thong into it’s place sliding the thin strip of material between her firm cheeks and the opaque triangle of material over her manicured mound. I caught myself staring up at her in awe. “Get up and help me with my dress, you horny little boy.” Even the way she stepped into the dress drove me crazy with lust as her hard nipples became visible through the thin fabric as it covered them. I zipped her up and clasp the silver necklace and bangles she’d chosen as accessories. It was only then as I drank in the total package of sex appeal that stood in front of me that a noticed the slightly more dramatic makeup, pronounced lip liner and her hair was in the perfect state of disarray. Jen had attended to every detail, there was no doubt in my mind that she could have any man’s cock she wanted.

“The car is going to be here in a few minutes. Let’s see if I feel the same way about the guys you think would fuck me better than you.”

Even the way Jen walked seemed different, maybe it was all just in my mind. The slideshow was still running. Jen reached for my hand as we watched, I stood naked with my hard little penis standing at attention next to my wife dressed for sex as she admired the attributes of the superior men I’d selected for her. “You’re right Jamie, I think any of them would fuck me much better than you. Now at least I know I can trust you to pick out men for me to fuck.”

Jen led me to the foyer by the hand, I walked slightly behind her. She turned as we neared the door, “Jamie, I love you, what we’ve done lately and I need you to know that anything I might do tonight will only make me love you more. I need to know you trust me and that no matter what I choose to do tonight, it will only bring us closer.”

I was instantly afraid of what Jen might be considering doing. She was with her friends, the wives of my friends, surely this situation was far from what we’d agreed to be perfect, but for some reamister my love for her or my lust momentarily outweighed my fear, my desire for her to be completely secure in my love was stronger than my own insecurity, “I think I love you more than I ever have Jen, nothing you’d do could change that.”

The horn blew, Jen turned and released my hand, the door closed and I found myself naked in the foyer, alone engulfed in deafening silence.

Growing beautifully......I'm loving it

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Great story Zinc! I can't wait for the rest! Thanks for your work, and have a great cucky New Years!

Love the suspense, twists and turns! Excellent work, keep it up Zinc!

I know I have said it before, but this story really does keep getting better and better, well done

Well done. Please continue!!

great story . Please continue

zinc03

Just read the last two segments. They are outstanding. This story is getting hotter with every post.

Thanks for your effort.

GH

Thank you all for following the story and keeping me on task. I had a few more chapters I'd intended to write, but I'm going to have to take a break for a while to attend to some permisteral matters. Consider this the conclusion to part one and when and if it is possible I'll write part two. Thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy the end of part one, it will take a few posts. Pardon any extra errors, I do not have time to do a final edit.

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Time stood still. What I knew would be the longest night of my life had just begun, my near constant checking the time on our various clocks only made matters worse. After glances to numerous to count, only 30 minutes had passed and it was 8:00pm, I knew by now Jen was evoking lusts in the loins of other men as she walked in to take her seat for plenty takes and a few meager snacks. I doubted she’d even make it to the club before other men who wanted to lie between my wife’s spread legs would approach her with their offers. I busied myself with household chores and find myself envious of cuckolds whose wives considerately left them a list of things to do while they were busy seducing other men. Each time I passed the computer my various wife’s studs confidently watched me as I preformed the activities of an inferior husband. Jen seemed unconcerned whether I dressed or remain naked, but my nudity seemed fitting. I’d vacuumed all the carpets and mopped the tile floors by the time my cell phone rang, it was 10:20pm. I slammed my shoulder into the bedroom door jamb as I rushed to the phone before I realized it was an incoming text rather than a call. My hands shook as I struggled to enter the four digit pass code to unlock the keypad. It was Jen, I sat on the bed as I opened the text.

I’m having a wonderful time. I hope you are enjoying yourself, but not too much, LOL. The girls were very complimentary about my outfit and more than a little jealous that you help me pick it out, but I’m sure you are more interested in the men than the women. I did meet several men here and a few of them are going to meet us at the club. We are leaving in a few minutes, so don’t text back now, I don’t want the girls to think you’re checking up on me. I’ll text later when I can chat, so keep your phone nearby. You can play with yourself some more and watch the pictures if you want… I’d like that. Xoxo

Strangely I was almost relieved to hear from Jen, even though I knew the men she met were looking for more than dance partners, it was clear at this point she’d done nothing more than peak their interest. I’d learned from my self pleasure session while Jen finished off her look that the momentary pleasure gained was followed a much longer period of pain. My balls were so sore from the week of denial and the day of teasing that they literally felt bruised. Each step I took felt like I had two very sore tennis balls in my sac. Minutes later I was doing as she asked, I continued the process of bringing myself to the edge for almost an hour as I visualized Jen surrendering to the studs on the screen in every imaginable way until I could no longer stand the ***. I hoped a cold shower would help, it didn’t.

Hours passed and the relief I felt when Jen had contacted me only now served to intensify the pain and loneliness I felt. I had futilely kept my silent cell phone with me as instructed, it served as nothing more than a constant reminded that Jen was more concerned with pleasuring the men she was with than easing her lonely husband’s pain. I even began to consider that Jen may have instructed me to carry in with me for that devious purpose. I played Jen’s final words to me over and over in my mind, “anything I might do tonight will only make me love you more and I need to know you trust me.” I did trust Jen, but in her honesty rather than her fidelity. I knew her silence could be a result of her lusts being satisfied as some stud plunged his oversized cock to depths I’d never reach as easily as it could be her undoubted supremacy in her competition for offers with the other wives. I dawned on me then, as Jen said it would, that she was very likely giving a man she met hours before something that she’d denied her own husband for the past week and he was undoubtedly giving her more than I ever will. My jealousy and envy drained me emotionally, though the pain in my balls remained ever present, the lust I felt earlier at my own offense was gone, I was mentally and physically exhausted.

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The cell phone startled me from my relax. I knocked it from the night stand I a clumsily reached for the flashing light. I hear Jen’s voice as I rolled onto the floor to retreive it.

“Jen?”

“How’s my little bitch?”

It was clear Jen had drank more than her share as was typically the case on their girls nights out and was the reamister the always used the car service.

“I’m okay Jen, I miss you.” I asked the next question filled with dread, almost expecting to hear that she was in some other man’s bedroom and he was listening to her offense of her inadequate husband. Not to mention every friend we had would know my wife was a slut by tomorrow, the other wives lived to gossip. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the club silly boy, in the ladies room to be specific. Where did you think I was, staring at the ceiling with my legs in the air?”

The roller coaster of my emotions finally reached level ground and gravity powerd my internal organs back into place. Somehow a few word from my excited wife had put my world back into place. “I was beginning to wonder.”

“Maybe if I wasn’t surrounded by all these nosy bitches…I have to get back out there or they’ll come looking for me, but I want to tell you something first. Guys have been hitting on me all night, I’m mean like ‘why don’t we get out of here’ and ‘I’ll give you something you don’t get at home’, these guys just come right out and say what they want. The girls have been kidding me all night about how much I’d be getting if I was single. I burshed most of the guys off after a dance or two, but there is one guy I’ve spent some time with. Jake is kind of exceptional, he’s tall and really muscular. I’ve been with him for the last hour or so, there are tons of people here and it’s easy to get lost on the dance floor. Jamie, he had his hands all over my breasts through my dress and on my bare ass under my skirt. I could feel his big hard cock against my tummy and I ground my wet little pussy against his muscular leg. If I didn’t have to worry about them seeing me I think I could get myself off grinding on his leg. Jamie, are you there?”

I could barely breathe, numbed by the holy water Jen painted the picture of her tryst without hesitation, either fearless of, or confident in, my reaction. “I’m here Jen, I was just listening.”

Jen paused for the first time since she called, for an instant I wondered if she’d detected my mixed feeling in an instant of sobriety. “Did hearing what a naughty wife I’ve been get you hard Jamie?

My once dormant self pitying little penis was indeed at full length. I almost smiled as I realized Jen knew it before I did. “I’m jealous, but I’m as hard as I get, not that it compares to what you’ve been playing with for the last hour.”

“You’re right it doesn’t, but don’t be too jealous, I’ll always come home to you. But if the girls weren’t here, I swear I’d be his little slut tonight and I do anything he asked. I’d really do it Jamie, I let him fuck me if you wanted me to…would you Jamie, if things were perfect would you want me to let Jake fuck me tonight?”

I knew the possibility of denying Jen the opportunity to fuck other men indefinitely was history, she would and I’d let her, the only question was the strength of my desire for her to do so. I wanted to be truthful, I knew that was important, I thought before I answered, “If we were out of town and things were perfect, I’d want my hot wife to give him the fuck of his life and get home to me as fast as you could.”

“If I rush home, I’d be a mess. Is that how my little boy would want me to come home?”

I wasn’t sure if Jen was getting happier, hornier, or both, but I knew I was. Ironically, my usual reluctance of lapping up my own cum didn’t even enter my mind. I wasn’t to the point that I could honestly declare I wanted to lick Jake’s or any other guys cum out of Jen’s pussy, but I couldn’t deny that the idea of Jen coming home filled with his cum did have me stoking myself. “I want to whatever it takes to be a good cuckold for you Jen.”

“You’ll be the best I promise. I’ve got to get out there, but I want you to know you’ve made me hornier than I’ve been all night. I want to cum worse than you can imagine, maybe Jake will help me out, I’ll be home soon.”

My wife, the horny slut, wants to cum worse than I can imagine, I found that hard to believe. It was 1:30am, the clubs closed at 2:00am, I knew she’d be home soon, regardless of what happened in the next thirty minutes.

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The cell phone startled me from my relax. I knocked it from the night stand I a clumsily reached for the flashing light. I hear Jen’s voice as I rolled onto the floor to retreive it.

“Jen?”

“How’s my little bitch?”

It was clear Jen had drank more than her share as was typically the case on their girls nights out and was the reamister the always used the car service.

“I’m okay Jen, I miss you.” I asked the next question filled with dread, almost expecting to hear that she was in some other man’s bedroom and he was listening to her offense of her inadequate husband. Not to mention every friend we had would know my wife was a slut by tomorrow, the other wives lived to gossip. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the club silly boy, in the ladies room to be specific. Where did you think I was, staring at the ceiling with my legs in the air?”

The roller coaster of my emotions finally reached level ground and gravity powerd my internal organs back into place. Somehow a few word from my excited wife had put my world back into place. “I was beginning to wonder.”
“Maybe if I wasn’t surrounded by all these nosy bitches…I have to get back out there or they’ll come looking for me, but I want to tell you something first. Guys have been hitting on me all night, I’m mean like ‘why don’t we get out of here’ and ‘I’ll give you something you don’t get at home’, these guys just come right out and say what they want. The girls have been kidding me all night about how much I’d be getting if I was single. I burshed most of the guys off after a dance or two, but there is one guy I’ve spent some time with. Jake is kind of exceptional, he’s tall and really muscular. I’ve been with him for the last hour or so, there are tons of people here and it’s easy to get lost on the dance floor. Jamie, he had his hands all over my breasts through my dress and on my bare ass under my skirt. I could feel his big hard cock against my tummy and I ground my wet little pussy against his muscular leg. If I didn’t have to worry about them seeing me I think I could get myself off grinding on his leg. Jamie, are you there?”

I could barely breathe, numbed by the holy water Jen painted the picture of her tryst without hesitation, either fearless of, or confident in, my reaction. “I’m here Jen, I was just listening.”

Jen paused for the first time since she called, for an instant I wondered if she’d detected my mixed feeling in an instant of sobriety. “Did hearing what a naughty wife I’ve been get you hard Jamie?

My once dormant self pitying little penis was indeed at full length. I almost smiled as I realized Jen knew it before I did. “I’m jealous, but I’m as hard as I get, not that it compares to what you’ve been playing with for the last hour.”

“You’re right it doesn’t, but don’t be too jealous, I’ll always come home to you. But if the girls weren’t here, I swear I’d be his little slut tonight and I do anything he asked. I’d really do it Jamie, I let him fuck me if you wanted me to…would you Jamie, if things were perfect would you want me to let Jake fuck me tonight?”
I knew the possibility of denying Jen the opportunity to fuck other men indefinitely was history, she would and I’d let her, the only question was the strength of my desire for her to do so. I wanted to be truthful, I knew that was important, I thought before I answered, “If we were out of town and things were perfect, I’d want my hot wife to give him the fuck of his life and get home to me as fast as you could.”

“If I rushed home, I’d be a mess. Is that how my little boy would want me to come home?”

I wasn’t sure if Jen was getting happier, hornier, or both, but I knew I was. Ironically, my usual reluctance of lapping up my own cum didn’t even enter my mind. I wasn’t to the point that I could honestly declare I wanted to lick Jake’s or any other guys cum out of Jen’s pussy, but I couldn’t deny that the idea of Jen coming home filled with his cum did have me stoking myself. “I want to whatever it takes to be a good cuckold for you Jen.”

“You’ll be the best I promise. I’ve got to get out there, but I want you to know you’ve made me hornier than I’ve been all night. I want to cum worse than you can imagine, maybe Jake will help me out, I’ll be home soon.”

My wife, the horny slut, wants to cum worse than I can imagine, I found that hard to believe. It was 1:30am, the clubs closed at 2:00am, I knew she’d be home soon, regardless of what happened in the next thirty minutes.

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I heard the car pull up, it was almost 3:00am. Jen and I hadn’t discussed where I should be or what I should be doing when she got home. After a quick peek to make sure none of her friends were coming in for a night cap, a took a submissive position on my knees just inside the front door. Jen’s tousled appearance could have as easily been from a quick hard fuck as it was from a night of grinding on the dance floor. She’d obviously had quite a workout, but whether it was public or private was unclear.

She immediately assumed the complete control my submissive position indicated was hers for the taking, “You do have aspirations of being a good little cuckold bitch, don‘t you? Hard, naked, and on your knees, you’ve earned your treat. Would you like to eat my cum coated cunt?”

I instantly felt the red pounding in my larger head as strongly as it was may smaller one. I’d never heard Jen use the word cunt, more importantly Jen just implied me she let Jake fuck her? My mind was racing through the impossible logistics I knew there had been more than enough time for a willing slut to get a horny stud off and make me her cuckold in the process, but discretion would have had to been completely abandoned.

“I asked you a question Jamie, I won’t ask again?”

As I crawled toward Jen I presumed her friends were aware of her infidelity and wondered if Jen had openly shared my knowledge and approval of her freedom. An even larger wave of fear rushed over me as I raised my face under her dress to her sheer black panties which hung innocently on the rack only hours ago. Had Jen told them she’d make me do this too? The mesh triangle was covered in wetness, the scent of her sex was strong and intoxicating. I raised my mouth to her mound and slowly began to suck the juice through the thin sheer fabric, fully aware that I was eating another man’s cum for the first time. The knowledge of doing the ultimate cuckold deed was overwhelming, but strangly I wasn’t experiencing any of my typical reluctance I felt as I cleaned up my own mess. I was soon eager to get my mouth below the fabric which separated me from the source of the ample flow. Jen’s thoughts apparently mirrored mine. She slid the fabric to the side with her left hand and pulled my face into her flowing sex with her right.

“Suck it all out of me Jamie, show me how much you really want to clean up you wife’s used cunt.”

I sucked and drank like a man dying of thirst, without any apprehension or disgust of the fluids I was devouring. I was a full fledged cum eating cuckold and Jen was grinding into my face without mercy, the cartilage of by nose was slamed against her public bone to the breaking point. Her pressure only decreased after her orgasm peaked. I continued to tenderly lick her trimmed mound clean until she released me and stepped back. She looked down at me, admiring her submissive creation.

“That was nice Jamie, you evidently like the idea of eating other men’s cum even more than you like eating your own.”

Even I would have come to the same conclusion. Could my eagerness to do the deed be explained by my week of denial and the fact that I still hadn’t cum, or to the incredible desire that Jen’s unabashed dominance over me had instilled in me? Or was it more simple, maybe eating cum out of my wife’s used cunt was something she knew I wanted before I was even willing to admit it to myself. I lowered my eyes to her feet.

“Jamie, you’ve been a very good boy tonight. You’ve shown what a wonderful little cum slut you really want to be for me, I’m proud of you. Follow me to the bedroom and I want you to put on the harness for me so you can fuck me like a real man and I’ll show you what a good slut I am for men who have what it takes to use me like one.”

Jen stood watching me as I removed the substantial cock from the package. I washed and dried what felt like at least a pound of latex. I found her silence discomforting as I struggled to properly tighten the straps to support a cock worthy of my wife. My own boy sized penis remained ridgid and posed a bit of a obstacle in the final adjustment. I could either tighten it behind the harness of large cock which hung from my crotch or allow it to point outward along side the huge balls of the cock that dwarfed my own, I chose the later. When I tightened the straps for the last time, the cock of my dreams protruded from my body in the perfect position. Jen walked up to me and looked directly into my eyes I want Jake’s big cock tonight and I want you to watch me be a slut for him. Jen dropped to her knees and took the head of the monster into her mouth. She took her time licking and sucking the thick shaft I envied. Her only contact with my diminutive sidekick was incidental, but each brush of her hair or grazing of her face was electrifying. Jen gradually picked up her pace to the point she had both of my ass cheeks in her hands and was alternating between powering them forward, roughly fucking her own face and shoving it more deeply into her throat and holding it there until she gagged for air as saliva ran from her throat coating his huge balls and my little penis. When Jen concluded her worship of his organ she stood facing me. Her eyes had watered, her eye liner had formed long black streaks down her face, her lipstick had washed onto her face creating ragged red lips that each appeared an inch in width. “Undress me, so I can be his whore.”

I undressed my wife, fully aware that it was she could again fuck the man she’d met only hours before. After lifting off her dress, unbuckling each of her pumps, and rolling down each of her stockings, I exposed her sex as I slid the tiny sheer thong from her body. Jen pushed me to the bed as a stood and sprang on top of me with equal suddeness. She powerd her body weight onto my shoulders with her rigid arms as she leaned forward and powerd me to meet her stare. “Would you like to hear what I let Jake do to me after I called you?”

I knew I was about to here how my wife how my wife made me a cuckold for the first time. I was as terrified as I was eager. “Please tell me Jen.”

Jen mounted my little penis, I almost exploded on the spot. “If you move a muscle, I’ll stop and you’ll never know what I did.”

My own intense awareness that I would cum with the slightest movement that resemred sex and the thought of never hearing the details of Jen’s first experience made a difficult command easier to obey.

“It’s really your fault, getting me so horny on the phone like that when you knew I’d been takeing. I knew I didn’t have long, fortunately so did Jake. I was in his strong arms on the dance floor within a couple minutes of the time I hung up with you. He already knew I was married and that I didn’t want the other girls to see him take liberties. He moved me through the crowd to the opposite side of the dance floor, we were intertwined with each other. His hands were all over me, just as they were before. I again was grinding myself onto his leg, this time the fact that I was trying to get myself off was unmistakable, I didn’t care. He made it clear he wanted to fuck me, he suggested we slip out into the parking lot, just a quick fuck, I was so tempted, but I reluctantly refused even as my orgasm grew close. He was frustrated with me, for an instant I thought he was going to leave me there aching and walk out the door, if he did I think I would have followed him. I slid my hand between us grabbed his cock. It was everything I thought it would be Jamie.”

Jen began stroking the huge organ I had strapped to my crotch. She leaned forward and pressed her body to mine, even the slight movement as she leaned forward as she stroked his cock was almost enough to push me over the edge.

“Touch me Jake, please make me cum for you.”

I slid my hand down to her clit, there wasn’t much room, I rubbed her clit as much as I could, I didn’t think I was much help. I could help but visualize my wife getting finger fucked on a public dance floor as the voyeurs near her watched.

“Jake’s finger felt just like your little penis Jamie and I’m going to cum on it just like I did for him. He called me a slut, told me what a horny cunt I was and then it happened, just like it’s going to now. I going to cum Jake, you’re going to fucking make me cum.”

And she did, just like I knew she had for him. The contractions from within her were too much for me to withstand, even as she peaked she knew it. Jen’s body froze, she was completely rigid. Whether it was in an effort to avoid the unavoidable or part of a sinister plan from the beginning I’ll never know. Her face was inches from mine, I almost tasted the holy water on her breath as she spoke, “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I remaind still, it was too late. My little penis began to spasm, it released a nearly unending flow of cum, but there was no pulsing of relief, the sensation of shooting the ropes of cum I stored for the past week was non-existent. The slightest movement would have given me the pleasure of release I dreamt of for days, Jen refused and I didn’t dare. Physically the experience was neither particularly painful or pleasurable. Psychologically it was deprivation at it highest level. I’d willingly given up everything including my wife’s fidelity for the brief intense pleasure of the orgasm I’d been denied . Jen seemed quite satisfied with her successful effort to ruin it, she had good reamister to be.