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Cuckolding my HusbandbyKatieBreckenridge©
My name is Katie, and I'm mid-forties, married, with two grown flowers and a lovely husband, Jeff.
My Jeffrey is a warm, loving, easygoing sort of guy that has never had a problem giving in to me when I am serious about something. He lets me call the shots, as it were, and now looking back on our relationship, even before marriage, I would have to admit I've always been the dominant partner.
Before we were first married, Jeff confessed to me that liked spanking - that is, he liked to receive a spanking from a girl. A few of his girlfriends had tried to play this way with him, but they weren't into that sort of thing.
Jeff is six foot, two hundred pounds, was always a good athlete in football and track in school, and you'd never know that he had a submissive side. He always looked and acted like a big bossy jock, which was part of his attraction for me.
As we dated in college, and I got to know him more, he started to open up to me about his true feelings and desires. I listened and asked questions, some of them very direct and deeply probing, and he always answered me truthfully, no matter what.
I really liked the open intimacy that he gave me as he revealed everything I asked about, and I think part of the reamister I fell so deeply in love with him was because of his openness and vulnerability with me. He's anything but open and vulnerable with other people, but with me he is, and that makes me feel very special and very loved.
I shared much of my history with him, but not in nearly so great detail as he did with me, mainly because I was so much more inquisitive. Over time, as I prodded and probed, he shared all his sexual fantasies and secret desires with me, while I shared with him what I thought was appropriate. It's not that I'm holding back, in fact I've told him a lot more than he asked for, but I guess it's just that my 'need to know' is much more powerful than his.
So by the time we were married, I felt I knew him very well. He was a powerful, "A"-type man, with a submissive side that needed a lot of feminine nurturing at home, in sort of a 'maternal' way. In other words, he very much wanted me to be in charge, at least at home and in the bedroom, at least a lot of the time. I think he needs it to balance his aggressiveness and dominant permistera out in the business world.
Being kind of a bossy girl all my life, this wasn't much of a problem for me to accept. In fact, he agreed that I could and should have the final say in financial and family matters, while he threw himself into his career and made us a bunch of money, being the big powerful man in the world.
So back to our dating... When he confessed he liked to be spanked, I asked him a lot of questions, and found that the answers weren't as weird as I might have expected. The bottom line was that, he wanted to completely 'give' himself to a woman, feel that she was watching over him, taking care of him, and loving him enough to give him a little correction when she felt he needed it.
One thing that brought out those feelings for him was if his woman would love him enough to take him across her knees from time to time and swat his bottom, to help him stay centered and focused and relaxed - knowing that she was in charge of taking care of him. I suppose there's a 'little boy' inside every big strong man, just needing a feminine guiding hand to help him along in life.
He knew that all of these things he told me might push me away, but he'd rather our relationship fizzle than to live a life with a woman that couldn't love him the way he needed to be loved.
I particularly liked that he was 'shopping' me as a potential wife for a life-long relationship, and not just as a girlfriend 'for as long as it lasted'. Since he was being so open with me, it showed that his priorities were straight. Such a good boy.
Strangely, his relationship with his lady was truly outstanding, she's a wonderful lady, and he hadn't grown up being spanked by her at all. He confessed that his desire for spanking had started during and after puberty, and wasn't based on past experience with his lady. That was a relief to me, as I didn't want a man who simply wanted me to replace his mommy.
For my part, I suspected the dominant side of my permisterality is what allowed me to listen to him and calculate everything with at least a fairly open mind. I weighed the pros and cons and came up with "maybe..."
One night, after a date which had included a lot of kissing and a little petting, we had 'the discussion' upon which our relationship built from that time forward, and has lasted all the way to and through marriage and youngren and twenty-two years together. That was the night of our first spanking.
The night of 'the discussion' was the first time I saw my Jeffrey naked, and the first time I spanked his bottom. I think we were both a little disappointed. His genitals were smaller than I had hoped, although that's not really a good criterion for deciding on marriage, but it's something I did notice. For his part, I think the spanking I gave him was not nearly long or hard enough to suit him, but he did a good job of being grateful and thanking me.
As we continued to date, we agreed that once per week, and only if we were alone, he could ask me for a spanking. It was my choice whether I gave him one or not.
Over time, he encouraged me to research what he called 'domestic disciplinary spanking' in some magazines he gave me. I read some articles and learned a few tricks of the trade.
As our relationship grew as we dated for the next couple years, he no longer could ask me for a spanking. I changed the system to one where I would choose when, where, and why he would be spanked. I also learned to spank for a purpose - meaning, to spank him because of something he did or said, or because I wanted to change something in his behavior - and that sort of spanking included scolding.
On the one hand, I didn't like the way this made me feel like his lady, or that he was a little boy. On the other hand, he went out of his way to show me that I was his woman, his girlfriend, then fiancé, then finally, his wife, and that I was never his lady. I felt ok with that.
We married, and it was a wonderful June day and everything went well. We moved in together and started our new life.
As our life together progressed, the spanking continued to evolve, as did our relationship. The girls came along, which made spanking my husband more difficult, but I managed to get him safely across my lap at least twice a month, and by spanking him severely it seemed to work alright.
Over the years, and possibly because I regularly spanked my husband for disciplinary purposes, I became more and more dominant in our marriage, and it showed. I got comments from my friends on how well behaved and attentive and cooperative was my Jeff, and they would compliment him and make him blush.
Sometimes he got comments from male friends that he was pussy whipped and henpecked and a wimp. Of course, when they said these things to my jock husband, if it was in fun he let it go. If it was meant to hurt, he would just deck the guy and their friendship would be over.
Like I said, my Jeff is a pretty well-built and strong man, quite dominant except with me.
His business prospered, we did well as a family, my job in the medical profession helped out and kept me busy. Then the girls went away to college and we were 'empty nesters' in our forties, with time on our hands.
All the while over those years, I kept feeling more powerful and more dominant in our marriage. I loved Jeff, and still do, with all my heart. Nothing can or will ever change that. But as he became more submissive to me over the years, it made two desires grow in me.
First, I grew in my need for more dominance over him in every way. I had grown to adore having my big handsome husband obey me, and I really liked it when this happened in public. I liked to decide what chores he would do, what he would wear, how he would groom, and how he should address me in public and private. I'm a big fan of "Yes, dear, whatever you say, dear."
The more public his presentation became, the more my girlfriends noticed, the more awed looks of envy I received from them, and the more requests for advice they made. Jeff and I had talked for quite a while about it, and finally he agreed that it would be alright for me to tell both my sister, and my closest girlfriend, that he was a spanked husband - and that was the secret to his good behavior.
We discussed that these revelations should be made by both of us together, that way, Jeff would be able to confirm what I said. I really felt that if we were going to share our life, we should do it together. Of course, it was exciting to me to think of having my big strong husband at my side, nodding in agreement, as I told the two closest people in my life.
It was a long discussion that I had with Jeff prior to this decision, and as always I listened as he shared his thoughts and feelings. I always take his feelings and suggestions under serious consideration, but we had long before come to the understanding that I made the decisions. We liked the system of 'we discuss, I decide, you obey.' It has always worked well for us.
I must admit that it thrilled me to tell my sister and my BFF. I did it both times in Jeff's blushing presence, as we had agreed. The looks on the faces of my sister Jane, and then later, my girlfriend Donna, were just priceless as you can imagine.
From that day forward, it was like something snapped in me, and in Jeff, sort of freeing us to really go further with the wife-led-marriage lifestyle we had built. I loved feeling in charge of our marriage, and Jeff loved feeling submissive toward me.
We happily continued raising our teenagers and going about the things in life that really mattered.
But strangely, there was that other desire that had grown in me over the years, and it seemed incompatible with my happiness as an 'in-charge wife'.
It was a desire not to have to be dominant all the time. No matter how bossy you are, a think girl wants to feel like a beautiful delicate docile flower at least once in a while. That just wasn't something likely to happen in my marriage, and I certainly wouldn't want to live that way. I am a soft feminine dominant woman. But I had a nagging 'empty' spot that wanted, just for a moment every now and then, to feel like a soft feminine submissive woman.
As we had lived, loved, and grown together over the years of building our life and raising the girls, we had kept up the practice of having some emotionally intimate time to share our deepest feelings with each other.
Jeff's submissiveness continued to grow toward me, confessing that he enjoyed feeling lightly humiliated by me - such as when he had to sit next to me when I told my sister that I spanked him regularly on his bare bottom over my lap.
He cringed when I questioned him, and he had to admit he was greatly aroused by reliving a certain day at my sister's house. Jeff had been in a bad mood and had been impolite with my sister. I'd had enough of that, and asked Jane if I could use her bedroom for a few minutes. She said 'yes', unsure what was going on. I took Jeff by the hand, went into the bedroom, and put him across my knees. The swats were nice and loud on his bottom, as were his gasps and cries, removing any doubts Jane might have had. He certainly learned his lesmister.
He liked that I had long ago taken total control over his ejaculations and had been limiting them to no more than once per week - and ONLY with my permission and supervision. I had read about this in a naughty magazine and it proved to be a very powerful tool in keeping a well behaved husband.
He confessed that he enjoyed spending hours giving me oral pleasure, never knowing if I would allow him release. He admitted that, while disappointed when it happened, he couldn't help but be later excited when I did in fact choose that he wouldn't have a release. I liked that too.
He liked when I decided sometimes that he should do his housework wearing only an apron. He liked it when I chose that he should remain undressed in my presence. And blushing deep red, he admitted that it was exciting for him to hear me refer to his 'small', 'cute', 'pretty', 'little' penis - especially when I was touching it.
Those revelations simply fueled my desire to be more dominant in our relationship. I enjoyed making him feel embarrassed, seeing him blush, and watching in secret amazement as he obeyed my every instruction and endured any offense.
I had to admit there was something very liberating about controlling and sometimes denying my husband's orgasms. He seemed so attentive when I didn't let him ejaculate for several days, that I couldn't help but enjoy teasing him about it.
We both agreed that we very much enjoyed how our domestic spanking had evolved, especially once that the girls were out of the house and I could really spank him anytime, anywhere.
I liked having him completely naked while I was completely dressed. I adored holding him over my lap and swatting his cute bottom bright red while lecturing him on the importance of leaving the toilet seat down or keeping my car properly washed and gassed up.
With the girls gone, I could spank him in any room I wanted, usually my office, and I could give him corner time in the living room. From there I could read a magazine and also admire his freshly spanked pink bottom as he fidgeted from one foot to the other, desperately trying to keep his hands at his sides.
So here we were, pretty happy with everything. Except for that little desire.
I wanted the chance to feel like a submissive woman, a woman taken by a man. Preferably a man with a big cock. But I pretty much kept those ideas to myself, until one day...
We were sitting on the sofa one Saturday night, takeing wine and I was wearing the pretty sundress I had shopped in that day. I was relaxed, having spent the afternoon leading Jeff from store to store as he paid for and then carried my purchases.
As we sat on the sofa, Jeff was, as I had come to like, naked. We had recently agreed that after nine PM, Jeff should 'get ready for bed', which of course meant that he should undress.
I just love being fully dressed and having a naked man around the house!
So, we were feeling smooth from the wine, and we started to share feelings and fantasies, as I casually fondled my loving husband's bare genitals. Oh yes, that was another thing I require of my dutiful husband. I had always liked for Jeff to keep himself well groomed below the waist, since a big hairy thatch just isn't attractive, but over time, we just decided it would be best if he kept himself shaved bare 'down there'. I like how it looks, all clean and fresh.
So, I was fondling my husband's bare genitals, and that always seems to help him to open up to me and tell me how he feels.
As I was telling him about what I had fantasized lately, it just sort of slipped out that I had a fantasy of being 'taken' by a big cock. My eyes sort of went wide as I heard myself say this. I take my marriage vows very seriously and never wanted to threaten Jeff by even intimating that I wanted to be unfaithful.
But there is was, a fantasy out in the open.
I cringed to hear his response. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. And I was surprised to feel his penis throb and become quickly stiffer in my hand. Hmmm.... Interesting...
Jeff opened right up and admitted that he'd been having similarly naughty thoughts for a while. It was sort of associated with his enjoyment of my occasional comment about his endowment being 'cute' or 'little', and he had put two and two together to come up with thoughts about me having an affair. He didn't say he thought I'd had an affair, but he'd been aroused by the thought that I might, for some time.
I told him he should have shared those thoughts with me and not held back. I also told him I had no plans to act on any such idea, but perhaps it would be fun to explore it as a fantasy.
We sipped the wine in silence, and then I said, "Honey, why don't you tell me what you've fantasized about?"
He blushed and was embarrassed to begin, but I massaged his testicles firmly and added, "You know you have to confess your secret fantasies to me, darling. Now tell your wife why your cute little penis gets hard when you think of me having an affair. You're safe with me and you can trust me, you know that."
He spilled his guts. I was quite amazed how closely his fantasy of my infidelity matched up with my occasional naughty thoughts. He was very concerned that I understand clearly that the infidelity in his fantasy was completely a one-way street - that I would have a lover while he would remain faithful to me always.
He said his fantasy was that I would go on a date with a coworker, or a friend of a friend. Or I would go to a business conference at a luxury hotel, or go on a night out dancing with the girls. There, I would meet a handsome man who would sweep me off my feet and I'd invite him into my bed to have a long and fulfilling lovemaking session.
I would return home to my husband tired and disheveled - and even a bit sore - from the marathon lovemaking with my handsome lover. I would have a dreamy look on my face of complete contentment because the fantasy lover would have satisfied me with his very large penis.
Listening to my husband confess that he was aroused by the idea that I would take a lover with a 'very large penis' made my eyes wide and I could feel myself blushing.
Jeff grinned at me as he watched my reaction to his words, saying "Ooh, it appears that you enjoyed my naughty story, dear..."
Indeed I did, but I didn't want to seem blatant about it.
I said, "So, Jeffrey, you're saying that it would excite you if your wife went out on a date with another man? And that it would be arousing if his penis were big, and your wife had sex with him?"
He nodded, closing his eyes as I began to stroke his penis in earnest.
I purred, "As long as I came home to you, honey, and took some extra time to play with your little penis and make you moan and wiggle and spurt your semen, that it would be alright for your wife to get into bed with another man?"
He nodded, gasping.
"And that man would satisfy your wife with his very big penis, wouldn't he honey?"
He nodded again.
"And what if I stayed overnight, and I would have to let him have me several times - even in the morning before I came home to you - would that be exciting?"
He moaned under my hand, which I took as 'yes', so I slowed down my stroking to make my husband last longer.
"What if I went away for a weekend with my lover? What if we went to a resort for a whole weekend? Would you be a good boy and clean the house thoroughly? Would you be erect and excited when I finally came home?"
I had to stop playing with him, lest he make a mess right there on the sofa. But it seemed like I had at least determined that this was a very arousing fantasy for my wonderful husband.
Maybe it was the wine, but I just couldn't help myself from going further with my line of questions.
"So, darling, if I had a sexy lover, could I see him every week? Or more? Would you be ok with me having another man's big cock in me so often?"
He was beside himself with excitement and I was only massaging his testicles.
"Yesss..." he whispered.
I started to slowly stroke again as I asked, "What about my big hunky lover's ejaculations? Do you think I'd have to make him wear a condom? And what if he was opposed to that? What if he really wanted to come in your wife?"
"Up to you..." he gasped. Such a good boy. Let me mention that I am not on the pill, since Jeff had a vasectomy several years ago, do this was just soooo nasty.
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"So, let me get this straight," I said in my firm wife voice, "You're telling me that if I wanted my lover, this fictional, fantasy, non-reality lover to come inside me, that would excite you?"
"Yesss..." he managed to blurt.
"And what if it was real? What if it were true that just this afternoon, I'd met secretly with my lover at a hotel, and we'd made love for 3 hours in a steamy hotel room? What if he's so virile, I let him come in me three times and my panties were just dripping with his semen? What would you think then?"
As I sort of expected, that did it. He spurted all over my hand. As a loving wife, I rubbed him all the way through and made him spurt and spurt. He really came a lot, writhing and moaning as though he hadn't come in a week. Which of course, he hadn't.
That was quite an intense session of fantasy sharing, and a very intense ejaculation for my sweet husband. I was pleased that he had such a good ejaculation, it always made me feel so powerful to make him come nice and hard. But the mental imagery, the fantasy talk, was really turning me on too!
I cleaned him up and took him to bed. We cuddled and spooned and he just kept kissing me all over. It was so nice, I let him kiss all the way down my belly and then he treated me to a very good round of cunnilingus - something that he's very good at since we have worked on his s*******s for quite some time - and I have to say my orgasms were frequent and powerful as I imagined the scenario of having a lover.
When I couldn't take any more, I pulled him up and we kissed for a while. Magically, my forty-something husband was erect again. How delightful. He got on top of me and gave me the best he had, and he lasted quite a while since it was his second bout for the evening.
I was quite pleased with his wonderful attention and very ardent lovemaking. But at the same time, I was imagining what it might feel like if the man on top of me, thrusting into me, was thrusting something a good deal longer and thicker. I know a wife shouldn't think about things like that when her husband makes love to her, but admit it, we all do.
It was a delicious thought that I drifted off to relax with.
I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon, my loving Jeffrey was making me breakfast. Before I had a chance to get up and put a robe on, he arrived in our bedroom with a tray - breakfast in bed! Outstanding!
To add to my happiness, Jeff was naked. What woman wouldn't love breakfast in bed served by her naked husband - or any naked man for that matter?
We chatted happily as I ate. Eventually, our conversation got back to the fantasy revelations of the previous evening. There was much blushing on both sides, but with both of us unable to remove the smirk of satisfaction at our lovemaking from our faces.
It was some of the best sex we'd had in a while, and we were both pretty pleased with ourselves.
"So darling," I said, "how do you feel this morning about last night's...discussion?"
"Pretty good, honey," he said, "You got me completely wild and I just couldn't get enough of you."
"Really? Little old me?"
"Absolutely," he grinned.
"Well dear, what was it exactly, that made you unable to get enough of your haggy old wife?"
"Haggy," he said, "Is the farthest thing from the truth. You are the definition of 'MILF' - a grown woman that every man would want to bed immediately."
"Thank you kind sir, but my question was what made you so horny?"
He blushed, "The idea of you with another man. You're so gorgeous and sexy and desireable. You're too much woman for only one man to satisfy, and you deserve a bigger.... well, a better endowed man... as your lover."
"Hmmm," I murmured, "You think I'm attractive to other men? You think they'd want me?"
"Oh, Yeah," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. That made me feel quite nice.
I figured we should get the truth out in the open. No time like the present, and I didn't want this thing to hang in 'limbo' of not being fully understood.
I said, "Jeff, dear, I'm going to ask you a question. And before you answer, you should understand that this is a real question. You'll be giving a real answer, all fantasies aside. Are you ready?"
"Sure, go ahead honey."
"Alright, here it goes. Jeffrey, you are my husband, and I want to know if you would actually be agreeable to me, your wife, having sex with another man."
He thought for a moment, trying to be very serious. He asked, "What kind of man?"
Ah, that's a good point I thought. "Well, let's just say that this permister, who is not at this time identified, would have to be clean, healthy, intelligent, successful, handsome, courteous, single, and not likely to fall in love with me or anything... and... um... well endowed."
He smiled at me and leaned over to plant a big wet one on me. That was nice, but I needed to know where we really stood.
I was patient and waited. He said, "Would it be ok if you kept him away from me and vice-versa? I mean, so we would never meet. You'd just go to him and then come back to me and keep us separate..."
"Yes, ok, I suppose that's best..." I replied, feeling butterflies filling my tummy.
"And I picture in my mind, someone young and athletic - a real jock. A stud. Not some old guy."
"Sure... Ok...." I was almost panting with anticipation.
"And you would always come back to me, love me, live with me, for the rest of your life, no matter what."
"Yes, Jeffrey, of course. You're the man I love." I truly meant that.
"Then, I think I could handle it. We won't know for sure unless we try, but I know it makes me aroused to think about it. Even now, talking about it in real seriousness, I'm feeling very excited."
I pushed the tray aside and laid back the covers, revealing myself in only my negligee top. My panties had disappeared somewhere last night, which made me smirk with satisfaction.
"Show me." I said.
He was very attentive and aggressive. He really gave me everything he had again. He pounded me with powerful thrusts, and then slid down to lick me to orgasm, and then he was in me again. He made the circuit three times before he came in me. It was just wonderful!
I loved the weight and feel of his muscular body flexing and thrusting on top of me, pressing my breasts and making it hard to breath as he gave me a real banging. And of course, his tongue was magical as always...
When he was coming, I just adored his face. I love looking into his eyes and seeing so deeply into him when he is lost in the throes of his ejaculation - such need and longing and love and tenderness and gratitude and lust and vulnerability. Men are at their best at the moment of coming, I think.
He laid exhausted on top of me as I caressed his cheek and felt him slowly go soft in me. I loved my husband in that moment at least as much as ever in my life. He'd just made glorious, passionate love to me, at the same time as he'd given me his permission, his agreement, that I should seek a lover. After that session, I wasn't sure I'd need one...
Later that day, while he was out at Home Depot, I searched the internet and really examined the subjects of cuckold, cuckolding, hotwife, milf, and so forth. There was a lot of nasty porn. Don't try this at home. But brownietered about were a few real articles describing the pros and cons of a woman taking a lover, with her husband's consent, while her husband remained faithful to her.
Cuckolding was like an advanced form of FemDom - Female Domination. I supposed we'd practiced a form of FemDom all our life together, but never a whips-and-chains sort, more of a 'female-led-marriage' kind of lifestyle.
It was quite enlightening to know that we were not alone in this cuckolding idea. It was a completely different thing than for a woman to 'cheat' on her husband. According to the website articles, cuckolding - with your husband's consent - wasn't cheating at all. To 'cheat' is to have sex behind your husband's back without his knowledge and consent. Whereas cuckolding was done together, in a way.
A rationalization, to be sure, but a welcome one nonetheless.
When Jeff got home, I had him look at these articles with me and we discussed them together. Particularly wonderful was an article written by a woman that gave advice on what to do, and more importantly what not to do, when picking a candidate with which a wife would cuckold her husband.
Just the way the subject was addressed was different. A wife didn't merely 'have sex with another man', she 'cuckolded her husband'. In other words, the focus of the event was about what was happening inside the marriage, not the act done outside.
The husband was becoming his wife's cuckold. He was participating - not in the sex - but the result of the sex changed the husband. His status was now 'a cuckold husband', and his wife's status was now a 'hot wife'. Husband and wife were involved together in what happened inside their marriage.
Again, a rationalization. But when you look at it that way, it removes the notion of the wife being a whore or a slut, cheating behind her husband's back in a seedy motel. She was a powerful woman, spreading her wings sexually for her pleasure, but bringing the experience home to her husband so that they could share their love and excitement about the cuckolding event.
The husband is involved, helping his wife bathe, dress, and get ready for her date. She might call him while she's out to 'check in'. She does her 'hot wife' thing with her lover, and then goes right back home to her husband to share the adventure. There, husband and wife excitedly relive her night's activities intimately together, and often leading to great marital sex.
I certainly agreed that merely talking about cuckolding my husband had improved our marital sex in the last 12 hours. Just imagine how a truly cuckolding my Jeffrey could lead to much more and better marital sex because the husband and wife are so completely aroused and lusty because of what she's just done.
Jeff and I talked about all these things and agreed that, while they were twists of logic and/or specifically targeted view points, we would follow this advice for our first attempt.
I would become a hot wife - a married woman who is available for sex other men.
My Jeffrey would become my cuckold husband - a husband who is willingly supportive of his wife's sexual freedom and extramarital affairs.
We agreed that we both wanted this, and would do our best to make it a reality. We knew that finding a suitable candidate would be extremely difficult, but that we would be patient. The simple fact that we were actively 'looking' for a candidate was keeping us quite excited.
At two o'clock that afternoon, we were back in the sack having hot, sweaty, sex. Yumm! It seemed to me that the plan was working already, without the need to consummate our scheme. But then again, if it weren't real, it wouldn't have been so thrilling.
Weeks went by, as we discussed candidates. According to the criterion, we found two actual possibilities, both of which were associated with our jobs.
Jeff had an acquaintance, a salesman from a company in Seattle, who came to town about three times a year on business. I had met Aaron at an industry cocktail mixer last year, and had mentioned to Jeff that I thought he was quite an attractive and cordial man. He was in his late thirties, a clean-cut prep school and ivy league sort of guy - always immaculately dressed.
Jeff said Aaron had complimented him several times on how beautiful his wife was and how fortunate Jeff was to have her. Aaron would be at a conference in a nearby city in six weeks' time.
Certainly a possible candidate.
I had a similar contact. A salesman for a vendor from Florida, that did business with the hospital, and with whom I dealt now and then on the phone. I only saw him in permister annually at a vendor fair in Las Vegas. We had had evening takes together the last two years, talked into the wee hours of the night, all quite chaste, mind you, but there was definitely a connection and attraction there.
His name was Gregory, and he was a handsome thirty-something man as well. And it just so happened, that the vendor fair was only two weeks away...
Both were good possibilities. They both lived far away, were seemingly clean and healthy, single, attractive, and most importantly, they were both attractive to me.
Jeff insisted that we try to organize a first attempt at the upcoming vendor fair with Gregory, and then if that failed, we'd try for Aaron later. My heart raced just thinking that we were actually going to do this.
Our plan went into action.
I made separate reservations for two rooms, not near each other, at the hotel that was hosting the vendor fair. Jeff would be there, but merely an anonymous man in the hotel. If everything went well, he'd help me get ready for a date with Gregory, and then disappear from the hotel, only returning to his own room after midnight.
I would call him every two hours from the time I went downstairs and let him know what was going on.
I would invite Gregory to my room, have sex, and encourage him to be a gentleman and leave. Then I would call Jeff and he would come to my room and... comfort me.
The next couple weeks, we worked on adding bits and pieces to my wardrobe to make it perfect for seducing an unsuspecting man. We had sex like bunnies every night. We were nervous as hell. But we were in it together.
The weekend of the fair came and we drove to Las Vegas in my car. We checked into the beautiful strip hotel separately, as I had dropped Jeff off at the hotel next door. He would have a take, and then walk over and check in an hour later.
That Friday night was the 'welcome mixer' and I dressed to ******* in a businesslike way with my Jeffrey's help. He bathed me, shaved my legs, and helped me choose each item of clothing. We were both panting and nervous and we hugged and kissed a lot until I got my makeup on.
My skirt was just a half inch shorter, the slit a half inch higher, the heels of my black pumps were 4", the blouse was lacy and see through, and even with the jacket buttoned, it was open wide enough to make out my lacy white bra under the sheer lace blouse.
I wore a matching white lace thong and garter belt to hold up my dark thigh-high hose.
I took a deep breath, kissed my husband goodbye, and rushed down to the mixer, leaving Jeff to clean up my room and then leave the hotel.
I found Gregory in the first ten minutes. I casually 'found' him, and we had several takes together while catching up on old times. Greg asked me to have dinner with him when the party was winding down, and much to his delight, I accepted.
I went to the ladies' room and called Jeff's cell phone to let him know what was happening.
"He kept sliding his eyes down from my face to my boobs," I said excitedly. "I can tell he's as interested as ever. He asked me to dinner last year and I declined, and he was surprised and happy that I accepted tonight."
Jeff's voice was caught in his throat when he said, "Wow, it's really moving ahead, isn't it?"
"Yes," I said, not hiding my glee. "And he looks so handsome in his blue suit and tie. The color really makes his baby blues show up nicely. I've gotta go and I'll call you after dinner."
"Ok, honey," Jeff said. He sounded as nervous as me.
I checked my makeup in the mirror, and took a good look at the lacy bra which I could see through my sheer lace blouse. I decided I could undo just one more button on the blouse and be a bit more enticing.
Temptress. Enticing Femme Fatale. That's me.
I giggled.
Back at the table, I think Greg noticed the undone button right away but he didn't say anything. We talked about business, life, stuff, all the while takeing a gorgeous red wine to go with our steaks. I enjoyed talking to him while his eyes were studying my cleavage. It just made me feel very sexy.
After dinner, a band struck up, and we had a nice slow dance together. I let my body slowly melt into Greg's during the course of the dance. Not slutty, just friendly. But by the end of the dance, we were connected shoulders to hips. It was quite a thrill.
I had to keep breathing deeply and make myself relax to keep from shivering with nervous energy. I wanted to be calm and sexy, not a frightened naughty girl. I was a hot wife, I was available. I tried to keep from anxiously playing with my engagement ring and wedding band.
We had some more wine and danced a couple times more. Greg started asking me about things at home and I mentioned that they were pretty boring, and that I was happy to be away at this conference for a whole weekend. This was what Jeff and I agreed that I was to say.
I was immediately embarrassed when I added, "after all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Did I say that? That was kind of slutty. Luckily, Greg just chuckled and brushed it aside. Or so I thought.
It was about ten-thirty when I looked at my watch and slurred a bit more than I needed to when I said, "I suppose I should head to my room..." I left a question in my tone, just at the end. Bait the hook and throw the line.
"I suppose so," said Greg, only half-cheerfully. "Unless you might be interested in a nightcap up in my room before retiring?" There was a weak hopefulness in his voice that was expecting defeat.
His facial expression changed in a heartbeat, when I answered, "Well, I don't know..." and then I added, "but how about you come have a nightcap in my room?"
He was like a young at Christmas, and it made me blush.
I've never seen a man chase down a waitress that fast and throw money at her.
In no time at all I was on his arm leaving the restaurant. In the lobby, I begged permission to freshen up in the ladies' room again, which he graciously granted.
In the ladies', I called Jeff. "We're going up to my room for a night cap!" I said excitedly and probably too loud.
"Oh, man," moaned Jeff, "you're amazing! You're driving me nuts!"
"Thank you sir," I said, "You know honey, I won't be able to call you again until Greg leaves, and, um, well you know.."
"I understand, honey," he said, "I want you to have fun and take your time. You know I won't relax until I'm in your arms again."
"Yes, sweetheart," I said, "and I'm looking forward to calling you and inviting you to come to me. And Jeffrey, I think you're a very naughty boy for being excited about this. And you know what happens to naughty boys..."
"Yes, dear," he said with a shiver in his voice.
Whenever Jeff has been good for me, I use him simply being a 'naughty boy' as an excuse to give him a spanking. I knew the experience of being cuckolded by his loving wife would bring out his submissive feelings to a completely new level. He was already deeply that way. To let him know he may be in for a spanking on top of it would make him just crazy.
I smiled into the phone, "I love you," I said.
"I love you too," he said.
Before leaving the bathroom, I slipped into a stall and used my phone camera. I pulled up the front of my skirt and took a picture that showed my stockings, garters, and panties, and emailed it to Jeff. I wrote a caption, "What Greg will see soon... Love, Katie"
As I turned the phone off, I felt wickedly sensual. I was a hot wife.
I strolled into the lobby, looking as good as ever, and there was sexy Greg, waiting for me. I took his arm once more as we walked toward the elevators.
Here goes, I thought, feeling my heart beat like a hummingbird's wings...
The elevator was filled with anxious silence. I held onto Greg's arm, trying not to faint from mental and emotional overload.
Was I doing this? Really? Would Jeff react well? Or was this a big mistake?
Oh, my God, I thought, what if this blows my marriage up?
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Then I felt it. A puffiness. A little soreness, some tingling in my...
Oh, my God!
I let Greg fuck me last night!
I lay still in abject confusion as my brain began to boot up and my IQ began to rise above room temperature.
Cuckolding. My husband. Las Vegas. That nice man Greg. My room.
It flooded back. Greg has a big cock.
I couldn't keep the grin off of my face.
I slipped out from under the covers, and found myself naked. No robe, no garters, no stockings.
All my clothes were neatly folded on the chair.
I looked at my husband, sound arelax and filling half the bed and then some. I smiled. I loved him very much.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and finding myself with dried semen all over me, I giggled like a school girl. I relieved myself and decided I shouldn't take a shower just yet.
When I emerged naked the bathroom, my husband was awake with his head propped up on his hand, grinning at me. I was relieved that he was smiling happily, not that I really expected otherwise, but it was good.
Jeff said, "So, you delicious wench, how'd it go last night?"
"Wouldn't you like to know..." I said coyly. I imagined I'd have to humor my husband by letting him examine my body, and then fuck my brains out all morning. Oh, well, what's a girl to do? I gave him my 'devastating temptress 3000' sultry smile.
"As a matter of fact, yes I would," he pouted.
I hopped playfully into the bed and under the covers. As I did this, I noticed that I had some stiffness in my hip joints and a general 'well banged' feeling in my hip girdle. My, my, I guess a girl needs recovery time after being so well fucked by a well hung stud...
I reached for and found my husband's genitals and started feeling him up with gusto.
In a little baby voice, I teased my husband. "Does my sweet little cuckold want to hear all about his wife's lover?"
He kissed me and said, "Quit stalling, gorgeous, and tell me all about your adventure."
"Our adventure," I corrected.
"Yes, dear, our adventure."
Such a good boy.
I told him every detail, feeling his penis become stiff in my hand. When I finished with the phone call I made from the bed, I let him continue the story.
He told me that I was fast arelax with a naughty grin on my face. He had gently undressed me, tucked me in, and joined me. He admitted that he'd assumed the stickiness he encountered on my skin was from Greg's semen.
He wanted to know if that was the only place I had allowed Greg to come, which I confirmed.
And now here we were, naked in bed, and I really should be getting down to the fair.
I decided that I should call a colleague from another vendor that works a lot with the hospital, and tell them I had a migraine and wouldn't attend the morning session, but I hoped to see them after lunch.
My husband and I spent the next four hours consummating his new position as my cuckold husband, and mine as the hot wife.
Since he's not so well endowed as Greg, it was comfortable for me except when he pounded me hard. But I endured, as a good wife should, smiling all the way. I love my husband.
I especially loved him when he would pause from banging me to slide down between my thighs. He was so gentle as he licked me lovingly, knowing that I might be sore and need more tenderness than stimulation.
My Jeffrey came in me twice, and licked me to orgasm twice. All slowly, carefully, lovingly. He's my favorite man in the universe!
When he couldn't give me any more, we snuggled and dozed happily.
I attended the rest of the fair, on Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. I made love with Greg again Saturday night and after a long lovemaking session, I let him come in my mouth. It was at least as good as the night before, but I was really getting sore from all the attention of my two boys that weekend.
Sunday morning I made passionate love again with Jeff, and that afternoon when I was packing, I let Greg visit my room one last time.
Greg took me from behind then, and it was supposed to just be a quickie as he bent me over with my elbows on the bed. He flipped my skirt up and lowered my panties and I felt so deliciously naughty as I was determined to let him pleasure himself in me before I took him into my mouth to ejaculate one last time.
But some plans don't work out, exactly. He soon turned me into a screaming banshee because he felt so much bigger with my thighs tight together, and he penetrated me so deeply from that angle. We kind of went wild with each other lost control.
I was near the end of my second orgasm when I suddenly heard Greg growl and I felt added warmth and lubrication fill my vagina.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Greg was coming inside me, and it was so wild that I had could find no willpower to try to stop it.
His powerful hands were locked tight on my hips and he just pounded into me as he came and came in me, filling me up with his semen as I gasped in helpless shock.
I felt so juicy and slippery inside when he finally pulled his penis out of me, and I just flopped down onto the bed with my beleaguered brain trying to make sense of what had just happened.
He kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I'm so sorry, Katie, I just couldn't help it. You just make me crazy and I couldn't control myself..."
He didn't know what else to say, and he caressed my back and kissed my neck a few more times, before he fled. I sort of appreciated what he had said, since I had to admit I felt the same way.
I knew my cycle, and I wasn't worried about pregnancy. I also believed that Greg was what he seemed, a clean cut healthy young man. It turns out that my assumptions were true, as this happened several years ago and I had neither a young with Greg nor an STD.
Anyway, Greg left and there I was, laying face down on the bed with my skirt up and my panties around my knees, wet semen on my inner thighs and the lips of my pussy. That's when Jeff walked in.
He stood motionless and silent for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only seconds.
He walked to the bed and helped me up.
I whispered, "Greg just left..."
"I know," said my husband.
I stood shakily, holding his shoulders for support as he squatted down and started pulling my panties up. He paused a moment to stare right at my puffy pussy, wet with semen, before he pulled my panties all the way up.
I thought I should clean up, be Jeff said we needed to check out of my room. We walked down the hallway, and I felt such a flood of conflicting emotions.
Guilt, worry, fear, versus sensuality, seductiveness, and pride.
Each step felt so squishy as Greg's semen continued to seep out of me, soak my panties, and run down my inner thighs. He must have come a lot, I mused.
My Jeffrey quickly had me checked out and into my car, and he was driving us home.
I worried about staining the back of my dress and the leather seat of my Lexus, but Jeff said I shouldn't do anything. We'd have the stains as memories of our sexiest weekend ever.
To this day, I see the stain on the passenger seat of my Lexus and think I could never sell or trade the car in.
We talked on the way home and Jeff admitted that he was happy to find me in my room freshly filled with my lover's semen. He said that, for me to allow Greg to come in me, made the cuckolding weekend complete for him, and that sore or not, I was going to get some serious attention when we got home.
Jeff let me have a shower before he had his way with me upon our arrival home. That was nice of him.
Since that weekend, we settled back into a more normal life, with me firmly in charge as always. But we love to reminisce about 'Vegas' and the 'cuckold weekend'.
I see Greg at the annual vendor fair, and Jeff doesn't accompany me to Vegas anymore, it's just me and Greg in one room.
I have had two other lovers over the years since, and one of them I see more than once a month.
Jeff and I have far more intense sex than at any previous time in our marriage, so we both think this whole 'cuckold' thing has worked well to the advantage of our marriage. It is a secret that we do not share with others under any circumstances, and we take great care to keep the secret safe.
I suppose that completes the tale of how I cuckolded my husband, who I love more deeply now than ever.
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