I want to watch porn with you.
I’m clothed, you’re naked. You have no idea I’m not wearing panties. My secret lies under my dress. I’ll save it until you’re really naughty.
Watch the screen and think about what you’re seeing. I watch you harden. Throb for me, but don’t touch. But I will touch you when I say so. Don’t say a fucking word. Just throb for me.
I lift my dress and you see my fishnets. My exposed, glistening lips. It’s turned me on so much to watch this with you, not to touch you, but watching you pine, throb, stiffen.
You’re as distracted by me as you are the movie. Don’t say a word. Don’t touch. So much carried within eyes now. Something electric. your cock still twitches. I want it.
The fucking on screen gets ever more sinful, I reach over scratch the very tip of my nail down your shaft, to your balls, to your ass. Drown in your reaction. That violin stroke of your moan. The music of your sex. I want more.
To tighten my fingers around your cock. To hear that deeper, cello. To push faster and faster and faster. This isn’t about holding back, this is about making you cum.
Your hand moved to my knee to steady yourself. Fucking delicious. I know you’re close.
Until.. that scream .. your hips spastic against my punishing fist .. and you cum for me. Hips bucking. So much spunk.
I leave you throbbing and breathless within the moment. Wondering if i’m going to suck you. Lick up every drop.
But you’re still hard. And very sticky.
And I’m demonically in the mood to ride you.
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This weekend we were finishing tiding up the house after the kids had gone to bed. My husband took the dishes and laundry and I picked up room by room and put all the stuff strung though the house back in place. I walked into the washroom and quietly came up behind my husband. In one quick move, I pulled his shorts down. He started to say something, but I pulled his shirt over his head. He raised his arms and I pulled it off his body. Quickly, I bent down and held his shorts as he stepped out of them. Naked, he turned around and his hardening member was in my face. I smiled as stood and gave his package a love pat.
I left with his clothes and made a comment about him not needing them for the rest of the night. I also told him to hurry with his chores so we could have more fun time later. That was the encouragement he needed. He scurried around finishing his tasks and even the few extra I asked him about. I was enjoying sitting at the table surfing the internet watching him bounce around the house, with his dick swaying in the air. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes not. I enjoyed teasing him as he worked too, asking him to stop so I could get a good look at him, or striking a sexy pose for me. It was funny and stimulating at the same time. Something about me loves that power of control and uses it as an aphrodisiac.
My husband was intensly working in the kitchen when my cell phone buzzed. It was my boytoy telling me he was outside and ready. Without my husband knowing, I let my boytoy, I’ll call him Mike, inside and led him to the table where I was seated. I fixed him a glass of wine and we chatted quietly while I waited for my husband to be done. Earlier, I had texted Mike my first thoughts on the night and it was enough to get him interested. At the table I went over the details of what I had in mind for the night with Mike and he agreed to it, I love it when men do that!!
We talked some more before my husband walked in the room.
He was shocked 🙂 I could tell he was excited as he left the kitchen, but when he saw Mike at the table, his ‘ego’ deflated.
“Oh honey, you remember Mike,” I said not wanting my husband to lose his excitement and to get the night going. He had met Mike several times so he was not a new face, but seeing him here tonight threw my husband off. I reassured my husband that I wanted to play tonight and wanted him involved, but I was also aching for Mike. I told my husband if he still was up for it, then I will see him in the bedroom, but if not, then I understand and Mike and I will make the most of the evening together.
Without a word, my husband walked down the hall and into the bedroom. I smiled as I watched his naked ass bounce out of sight. I patted Mike on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow me. Playfully striped out of my clothes as I walked, tossing each piece at Mike. My husband was lying on the bed when I entered the room. I joined him and gave him an oral workover (a GREAT oral workover if I do say so) and then lay on the bed next to him.
I told him tonight would be a bit of a role reversal for us because I wanted him to go first and for Mike to watch us. My husband took advantage and began to work my body over; first with his hands, then with his mouth. Mike was sitting in the chair in the corner watching us and rubbing his groin through his pants. I told him to get naked and show me how he liked watching. He obeyed and I got to watch him stroke his gorgeous cock as my husband worked on me.
I guess I’m a fortunate cuckoldress in that my husband can pleasure me sexually. So haiving sexual relations with my husband is something I can enjoy and not just endure like many cuckoldresses (or even wives in general). He just can’t keep up. I can enjoy his dick and he is great with his hands and tongue, but I love sex and he can’t do it everytime I want it. I love the thrill of feeling something and someone new. Besides, one look at Mike’s cock is enough of a reminder why I do this. My husband is good and his dick can satisfy my, but I can embrace, yearn, and dream about Mike’s penis. It is enough to get me through the dull parts of the day and week. And Mike isn’t the only one….but anywho, back to the story.
My husband crawled between my legs and started to push his dick inside me. I reached down, grabbed his shaft, and held him in place. I was not ready for him to stick his dick all the way in and I wanted him to know that I was still in charge. I stroked him as I rubbed the head of his shaft around my wet lips, I loved hearing him moan for more. Once I had him ready, I told him the condition on him participating. I told him he gets to have the pleasure of giving me my first orgasm of the night, but he has to do it without cumming. Once I have my orgasm, he is to switch places with Mike, but if he cums before I do, then he will be sorry.
He agreed. He was so hard, so horny, and so ready to go I thought he was going to be finished before he got started. He was a good boy and lived up to his end of the deal, but he did stop some to keep from cumming. He ravaged my body like he has not done in a long time and I was in heaven. I enjoyed what he did to me and enjoyed Mike watching it all. In the end, I had to take matters in my own hand (or I should say I took his dick in my own hand:) ) to reach my orgasm, but it was a good way to start the night.
Relunctantly, my husband left the bed and Mike climbed on board. Now, I’m a sensative gal after an orgasm, so most times I don’t like too much action immediately after one. No problem for Mike. He had been watching enough that he wanted some attention of his own. I practically poinced him before he could lay down. I kissed every inch of his body until I found my way to his dick. But, I didn’t have to search too hard for it. I was a hungry, wanton woman, even after my orgasm, and his beautiful penis was the meat my mouth was watering for.
After Mike joined me on the bed, the night was just like any other night. My husband took his place as my cuck and Mike was my bull. So our little role reversal was over and things were back to how they should be. I won’t bore you with the rest of the details for the night. It certainly wasn’t boring to any of us there, but there are only so many times and ways you readers and read about sex. It was hot, imaginative, and memorable. It produced feelings and tingles that make it so addictive that you just have to have more.
Everyone did get their orgasms that night, and I got three :). It was a time that I think we all want to repeat!
So the main man in your life wants you to be with other men, huh?
Maybe that is a new revelation to you, or maybe he had been obsessed with it in his fantasy talk with you, or maybe he is pushing to make this fantasy a reality. Your mind is probably swirling and you are feeling confused about how to handle all the emotions, wants, and concerns. And if you are here, reading this, then you are probably in the same spot I was in and are probably at least a little excited about the possibility of it all. So maybe a little about my story will help.
The idea of our men being okay with us sleeping with other men hits us all differently. I was mad, hurt, sad, and depressed. How could my husband, the one man I had committed the rest of my life to be with and faithful to be okay with me having sex with other men. It was more than that, he was more than just okay with it, and he got off on it. I was having trouble with how it meant that my husband viewed me and where I belonged in our relationship. My mind told me it meant that I was nothing special that he would want to keep or protect just for him. It meant that he saw me as just a toy, a sex toy that he could share or loan out to others for fun, and not as a loving woman committed to him and to us. We tried to talk about it and I tried to explain how it all made me feel and even some of my concerns if we move forward with this choice of lifestyle, but some of those talks did not end so nicely as I would get angry at how insensitive I felt he was. And then there were the concerns about him only wanting this so he could sleep with other women.
So, I tried to see things from his perspective. I searched around, looking for any information I could find. I read stories, science articles, and some blogs. I even watched a few pornos. The more I information I found, the more the thoughts were on my mind and the more of an emotional rollercoaster I was on. There was still some anger, but there was also some excitement and thrill mixed in. Those exciting feelings began to concern me and I wasn’t sure how I should handle those. Even if the thoughts of it all did turn me, that is just not how a wife and mother behaves.
Then one day, the stars all aligned. I realized that it wasn’t anything I was doing or not doing, it was him, it was his fetish. And if he wanted it and wanted me to have it, then why not enjoy the ride. He is my husband, I am his wife, and we are in this life together, committed to each other. So I searched more, this time letting myself enjoy the excitement more, enjoying the thoughts and fantasies that my mind worked up. More of my free time was spent thinking about it, different scenarios, different men, different couples, and different thrills. And if our society didn’t think that this mother and wife should be thinking about these things, dreaming about these things, and wanting these things, then too bad. I AM A WOMAN, a living, breathing, human with sexual wants and desires. This society has long celebrated men who think and act in this way, so now it is my turn for some equal treatment. Now it is this wife’s turn!!!
My searching led me to find that this fetish is called cuckoldry, candaulism, or a few other terms that all have different meaning to different people and I think many guys have this fantasy or fetish, even if they don’t admit it or have any desire to act on it. The constants between them all are that the wives sleep around while the husbands don’t, the husbands love their wives and wives love their husbands, and the wives are in control. After that, the details are up to you to work out however you want to make them best fit your life and desires. The more I learned about this fetish and the more I read about people who lived it, the more my view of it all changed. What at first seems like a husband being indifferent or insensitive to his wife’s needs actually turns out to be the opposite. You, as the wife, are the center of his fantasies and he puts your satisfaction, sexual and otherwise, above all else. Above his own desires, above his own needs, and even his own manhood and self in some relationships.
Imagine how many women want that place of prominence in their husband’s mind, and my husband was willing to give it to me. All I had to do was take it. I came to realize that I am indeed special to him. I am his precious jewel and he will give his life protecting me and keeping me happy and satisfied. He is even willing to humiliate himself to do it. He has found his place and found his way to enjoy me enjoying myself (and others 🙂 )
That does not mean that everything is smooth and easy going from here. Even after deciding to enjoy the ride, there was still a mental battle with guilt and worry. We had some fights and our relationship was strained. But it felt good, REAL GOOD, and neither of us could deny that and neither of us wanted that ‘umph’ (as one of my online friends, miss you Becca, calls it) to end. We kept talking and kept working through the issues we had. Even now, our relationship continues to evolve with each new experience and I would love to say that everything is rosy, but we still have our issues and we still have to work through them. We are married, so some fighting is required 🙂
So you may be thinking, “That’s fine and good and all, but I still wonder why?”
That is a good question. Unfortunately, there is no one answer to why men enjoy this fetish. Once you answer that question for your man, you can begin to establish the rules and details of living this lifestyle in your relationship.
The cuckold fetish has a very big submission element in it for the cuck. In his mind, there is nothing more submissive than knowing his wife wants to have sex with other men. She makes no attempt to hide it from him and often times makes him watch. Where does this intense desire to submit come from? Maybe he is a big-wig in the corporate world; the man in charge or the head boss all day and wants a break from it all night. Maybe he grew up with a domineering mother who made every decision for him. If that’s him, then he is most comfortable with a woman calling the shots and what bigger shots are there than sexual shots :). Maybe he had a previous relationship where his wife walked all over him and he longs for that strong woman to control him. If any of those fit him, then it is the humiliation that turns him on. He wants that humiliation, he wants you to say “too late, you brought me here and I’m gonna enjoy it.” He will tell you no, but have the hardest erection he has ever had as you tell him all about what you are going to do, who and how many you are going to do it with, and how you might let him join in or might even plan some times for his enjoyment. He is more submissive in his nature and just cannot bring himself to “tell” you what to do. Some questions you might answer to see if this fits him…Who is more aggressive in bed? Who is more creative when it comes to sex? Does he jump at the chance to do even the smallest request you have? What about chores around the house, does he gripe and complain, do them without a word when asked, or do them without being asked? What type of fantasy does he bring up most…one where he will get the pleasure, or one where you will get the pleasure?
The cuckold fetish can also be used by him to cover up any jealousy he has. A lot of cuckold husbands get to these fantasies by repressing the jealousy of sharing their spouses and attempt to change that jealousy to excitement and lust as a way of not dealing with it. Have their been any traumatic incidents in his life with jealousy or lost (or almost lost) relationships? He may be telling you to go ahead and enjoying the thoughts and actions as a way of covering up the jealousy, but when the euphoria and lust is gone, the jealousy cannot be hidden any more. Some questions to ask to see if this fits him…Any significant break-ups after a long term or intense relationship? How and why did the break-up occur? Any relationships where he had to fight hard to keep his girlfriend and fending off other players? Any strife between his parents that might cause him to avoid and relational confrontations? Any past issues that may cause him to try to make things ‘right’ now?
The cuckold fetish could also be used to cover up any insecurities he has. Maybe he is insecure about his penis size, his abilities in bed, or the number of your previous lovers and how he compares to them. He may even be insecure about something non-sexual. He could feel insecure about his job, his ability to provide for your family, his looks, his childhood, or just about anything. The cuck turns the pain from those insecurities into lust and pleasure by seeing you get the physical stimulation other men provide you. His enjoyment comes vicariously through you and the enjoyment he ‘allows’ you to have.
No matter how or why you get here, you are at a crossroads of a sexual journey.
One path leads down the comfortable relationship that you have been in for years. There is absolutely nothing wrong with taking that road. It is safe, well-traveled, and secure. It still takes work to travel down it, but the outcome is known. The other path is full of unknowns. There are bumps and potholes for sure. It can be a difficult path to travel down and take a lot of work. But what a thrilling path it is!!! It is full of intense excitement and nervousness that you haven’t felt in years. It can make you feel so alive and awaken a sexual beast that has been hidden since your teenage or early-college years.
If you are still reading then there is more than just a little interest in enjoying this lifestyle.
Say yes because it feels so good. Say yes because it has been a long time since you’ve taken a risk. Say yes because it will awaken that horny young woman that could think of nothing but her orgasm when she got her first taste. Do something impulsive, say yes, and hang on!! Just say YES!!!
He brought you here, he introduced you to this world, and now it is yours to embrace and enjoy!
Men start us on this journey, but we women keep it going and keep loving it!! Once they start us on the path, there is no going back!!!!!
If you have any questions, ASK AWAY!!! I’m happy to help, but the final decision must be yours alone. Don’t let anyone force you into this.
Well, that is enough for now.
My mind was whirling with possibilities after our last visit to this swing club. I decided to put this plan into action without telling my husband. It’s not like he would have been upset or anything, I just wanted it to be a surprise for him.
We arrived at the club and got settled. I wore a button-up, sleeveless blouse with a long flowing skirt. This was not my usual club wear, but it was perfect for tonight. What my husband wore is not important as you will find out. We connected with some of the regulars and tried to make some of the newcomers comfortable. After a few hours, the foreplay, music, and drinks were doing their thing to get everyone in the mood for some fun and I decided to go for it. I grabbed my husband’s hand and led him to the far side of the room, to the wall with the chains and shackles attached to it.
We started making out with tongues and hands going everywhere. He tried to undress me, tugging at each piece of clothing, but that was not part of my plan. Getting him out of his clothes was however. That is what I did. Once I had him naked, I pinned him against the wall and restrained him there with the shackles around his wrists. I kept kissing and rubbing my hands all over his body. I wrapped my hand around his dick and took half a step back to get his attention.
I began to lay out the rules for the night. We can have all the fun we want, but others can only play with whatever skin is exposed. If any clothing covers it, then it is off limits. He smiled as I told him that it looks like he is fair game for everyone since he has nothing to cover up and since his hands were tied-up, he could not resist either. He seemed fine with that and agreed to the rules. I told him that we should seal the deal with a kiss and began to kiss his cock and give him a toe-curling blowjob.
After a few moments alone, another couple, John and Kim, decided to check on us. They were already naked and commented about the unfairness of the scene since I was still dressed. So I informed them of the rules and we shared a good laugh. Then Kim, took the initiative and enjoyed some play time with my tied to the wall guy. I was still on my knees in front of my husband and she knelt beside me. John pouted and said something about all of his playthings were covered up and pointed to me.
I told him to enjoy his woman as she was enjoying my man. He moved closer, but surprised me by grabbing my hand and placing it on his dick. He made some comment about exposed skin and since my arms were the only thing uncovered on me, he had me (not that I really tried to find a way out either). So I stroked and sucked his dick and balls while his wife did the same to my husband. After a few minutes, his wife noticed what I was doing and came to join me. So her man was getting double-teamed and mine was left to watch.
I was loving it.
As we played with her man, I unbuttoned some of my blouse; just enough to barely uncover one of my tits but not enough to unleash them both. My partner in fun saw the newly uncovered skin and left me alone with her man’s cock as she gave me a little attention. I enjoyed her efforts enough that I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and flipped it away, completely exposing my bare chest to her. She took advantage of it and of me. She knew how to take my breath away in ways no one had done before or has done since just by playing with my tits. I tried to repay all her efforts by working harder on her man, but I think I got the better of the exchange.
When she returned, I let her take over the oral pleasures of her man. I gave her body some quick tease feel over as I moved over to my guy who looked like he was aching for some attention. So I gave him a quick tug and pull along with some licks and sucks. Then, using his stiff dick for leverage, I pulled myself up, off my knees, and stood face to face with him. I pressed my bare chest against him as I kissed his lips and let my hands roam all over his body. As fun as it is to have my husband restrained, it takes some of the fun out of making out with him when I can’t feel his hands all over me too.
But just as I was wishing for his hands to ravish me, I felt a touch.
I had forgotten about the other couple and jumped a little at the touch giving everyone a giggle. I looked to see who it was and I saw her with one hand on me and one hand on my husband, but then I felt two more hands and knew John was standing behind me. I went back to kissing my man and push back to allow the three hands on me more room to roam. I felt a hand battle over my tits as our companion couple fought for that touch. John gave into his woman’s desire and moved his hands down to my hips. He pulled my hips against him and I felt his hard cock press against my skirt covered ass. I moved my hips to the music the DJ was playing, grinding my ass harder against his dick.
John tried to get more daring with his hands. He tried to work a finger and then two underneath the elastic of my skirt. I pulled them out quickly. He then tried to just pull my skirt down and since it was one of those very loose, free flowing skirts with only an elastic waist holding it in place, he was easily able to pull it down some. But again, I stopped him and made some comment about following the rules or he won’t be allowed to play the game. His wife smiled and slapped his hands away for me this time. This teasing and the light caressing touch of his wife was working me up pretty good and making me want more.
I started to bend over at the waist, pressing my hips harder against my friend behind me and sliding my feet back, forcing him to take a few steps back. When Kim figured out what I was doing, she placed one hand on the back of my head and helped push me down. With her other hand, she grabbed my husband’s dick and held it in place for me. I dragged my nails down my husband’s chest as I slowly bent over and felt him tense up and take short quick breaths as my nails scratched at his skin. With my hands still over my head and resting on my husband’s stomach, I worked my mouth over his dick. He was sensitive enough that I did not have to take much of him in my mouth to get a big response from him.
He stood on his toes trying to push more of his dick past my lips, but my partner in fun kept her tight grip on his cock and even told him to slow down. She knew just what I was thinking. I slowly worked down his shaft until my lips hit her hand and then went back up. It was a little awkward working his cock with someone else’s hand there, but I soon found a rhythm and my husband told me later how erotic it was knowing it was my mouth and her hand. I had some idea of what he meant, because it was erotic to me knowing that I was sucking my husband, rubbing against another man’s cock, and feeling his wife’s hand gently caress my back, run her fingers through my hair, and grope my free hanging tits. All the extra touches were adding to fun.
I continued to wiggle my hips, grinding my bum against our John’s cock. Playfully, I reached back and pulled the hem of my skirt up slowly. He stroked my freshly exposed legs and He backed up a bit to give me room to raise my skirt all the way, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. So with my other hand, I reach between my legs, grabbed his balls, and pulled him back against me. Of course, while repositioning my hands, I had to stop sucking on my husband’s dick, but luckily Kim was there and she took over. I had a good up-close view of her mouth engulfing my man’s shaft.
All this teasing and lust was getting to me and I was in need of something, so I released John’s balls and did a quick rub between my legs. I was surprised how wet I was and at the shivers that went through my body from such a simple touch. I caught myself before I got too involved in my self-pleasuring, but it did make me realize just how much I want John’s cock, or any cock for that matter, and since he was the closest one available, he was the winner. I flipped my skirt up, giving John a clear path to where I wanted him and he made the most of the opportunity. I put my hands on my husband’s hips to brace me for what was cumming.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath when I felt the head of John’s dick easily slide inside. It was soon followed by his full length and it felt so good to be completely filled. I must have been louder than I thought I was because when I opened my eyes, Kim was looking up at me. She still had my husband’s cock in her mouth, but she still managed to smile at me knowing what I was feeling. She even reached back and gave my tits a couple of good squeezes before turning her attention to my man’s dick. I used one hand to hold her hair out of her way and to encourage her to go faster and take his dick deeper into her mouth.
We stayed like this for a while before Kim moved out of the way. Seeing my husband’s glistening dick now free, I pounced on it. Though I was stuck in the middle, there is something empowering for me to have a dick at both ends. Knowing I control the pleasure of two men at one time. I can choose to stop at anytime and be just fine, but knowing these two dicks want my body and want me to pleasure them is intoxicating and addictive. It also drives me to want to do anything I can to make them cum.
I think Kim was ready for them to cum too, or at least for John to cum. I heard her begin some intense dirty talk to her husband. She started by telling him how good he looked and how sexy his cock looked sliding in and out. I felt John’s hands firmly holding my hips and another hand, I’m guessing Kim’s, rub my ass and even spread them apart for a few seconds. She then told him how bad she wanted him to cum and to cum on her tits. After a few more encouraging words, John pulled out of me. I whimpered when I felt his dick leave, but quickly decided to replace it with my husband’s.
I turned around and bent over in front of my man. I reached through my legs and guided his cock inside of me. I looked up to see Kim kneeling in front of John. John had his knees bent and was stroking his shaft with it pointed at his wife’s chest. I found my own rhythm since my husband’s hands were tied up and was surprised at how good it was feeling. This is not my favorite position when it comes to my own orgasm, but I think the buildup of the night, combined with watching the lust of John and Kim was driving me to the edge.
Hearing John groan and seeing his body tense up, I knew what was next. The simple idea of seeing a man ejaculate is not much of a turn-on for me, but tonight it looked was very erotic. I think my husband agreed. Not long after John’s orgasm, my husband hit his limit and his moans let me know. I bucked harder and faster wanting to milk his dick for everything it had, but also to bring on my own orgasm; and it worked. My body was now shuttering and shivering as the waves of pleasure came crashing down, flooding every inch of me.
As I came down from the euphoric high of the orgasm, I separated from my husband and tried to stand up. My legs were weak and wobbly with my back stiff from being bent over for so long. I was met with some hoots and cheers from the audience we had gained during our little show. Some of the audience was putting on their own encore show and I smiled knowing I had turned-on, motivated, and encouraged them to do it. My ego and confidence went up some that night.
I did some quick clean-up with my skirt and found my blouse. I was in no hurry to release my husband. Part of the thrill of the night for me was being in control and keeping him in such an exposed state after his orgasm was telling him that I was still in control. I finished getting dressed, gave some playful high-fives to some of the other ladies around, and finally released my husband. He got his own pats on the back as we got some more drinks and settled down on the sofa to catch our breath.
We stayed and watched some more fun, but did not join any more action that night at the club. We went back to our hotel room and talked about what we could do next. But for the next few hours, it was just us and that was just as fun as what we had done at the club.
But oh the doors this night opens and I am ready to march through them!
After we had opened our relationship to other men, and some negotiating from my husband, I had agreed to bring another woman into our relationship. At least, I agreed to see what another woman would add to our relationship with no guarantees that it would happen again. We did some looking together and narrowed down the possibilities together. But it is not like looking for a guy, there are not many single women to choose from. I ended up making the final choice; there was no way I was going to give him that option.
Anyway, she agreed to meet, but it took some convincing. Turns out she was really into being with another woman and was uncertain if she wanted to join a couple, but she decided to do it. She came over for a dinner and we would just let things go from there. Dinner went well, but she did not eat much, I think the nerves were getting to her some. I broke out some wine to help with that and since she did not eat much, the wine worked pretty quickly. We found out that we were her first for anything like this and she just wanted to see what it was all about. She was nervous, but she was willing.
After dinner we talked more and became more relaxed. We asked her if she would be open to us videoing the night’s encounter and she was a little shy about it at first, but after we reassured her that it would be for our personal use, she agreed. We had started videoing our fun as a way of involving a third person without them directly involved and to have something we could playback in between our fun times to keep the intensity up. So as my husband readied the video camera, I led our new lady friend back to the bedroom to get it and us ready.
My husband came into the room with the video camera rolling. He walked up behind me and gave me a quick kiss on the neck and a quick feel-up with his free hand. I told him that we should consider our guest first and he should make her feel welcome. He took a step towards her, but then she stopped him and took the camera from him. She wanted to film us for a bit to get warmed up. My husband handed her the camera and I worked on stripping him from his clothes. I even gave his dick a quick work over.
So with him naked on the bed, I stood and did a slow teasing strip show for my husband (and for the camera my friend was holding). I got down to my bra and panties, even taking time to slowly remove my black, lacy stockings before beginning a sultry walk towards the camera and my friend. With my best lusty voice, I said “Your turn” as I grabbed the camera and pointed it in her direction.
She started slowly and it took some encouragement for her to even dance and sway to the music. Not wanting to lose the mood in the room, I handed the camera to my husband as he lay on the bed and moved to help my friend get more comfortable. I stood behind her, place my hands on her hips, a matched her body’s movement with my own. I slid my hands down her hips, across her black leather skirt until my fingers touched her hose-covered legs. I then slowly slid them back up until they reached her waist.
I began pulling at her blouse to un-tuck it from her skirt. Once free, I slowly unbuttoned it as our bodies still swayed to the music and I put my chin on her shoulder, breathing my hot breath on her neck. When the last button was loosed, I peeled the blouse off her one side at a time, like unwrapping a present for the camera. My husband was enjoying being the camera man as he was off the bed, shooting shots from all different angles. From his hard cock, I could tell he was enjoying what he was filming.
I tossed the blouse to the side and rubbed my hands over her soft skin. I could feel the goose bumps of nervousness as I tried to comfort her with my touch. I started at her shoulders and traced my fingertips down her arms. I rested my hands on her hips, feeling them swaying more freely now. I slid my hands to the back of her skirt so that they were between the two of us. I found the zipper of her skirt and zipped it down, loosening the skirt from her hips and letting it fall to the floor. I spun her around so that we were now face to face in our underwear with the camera still rolling. She had her hands on my shoulders and I had my hands on her hips.
Both of our eyes were darting around, trying to take in as much of each other as we could in the close quarters and low-light of the room before locking in on each other. My friend slowly moved her hands across my shoulders and settled on my neck. Time seemed to slow down and we both smiled a nervous smile at each other.
Then I made my move.
I leaned in for a kiss. It was a soft, simple kiss, but there was a potential in it for so much more. I pulled back to see her response and our eyes were still locked, with no remorse or regret, only passion and lust. I felt her hands tighten on the back of my neck and she pulled me back to her again. This time the kiss was not a simple kiss, it was deep, full force, and passionate.
I had never been with another woman before, so this was all new to me too, but the new sexualness that had awakened in me took over and I wanted to experience all that I had begun to fantasize about. I wanted to feel her nakedness, kiss her soft skin from lips to lips, caress her breasts the way I enjoy mine to be caressed, touch and tease her the way I like to be teased, lick her the way I like to be licked, and finally to have her do all of that to me.
As we kissed, I was rubbing her backside, from her panty-covered ass to her shoulders. I paused at her bra strap and she even intensified her kissing as I started to unclasp it. I let it pop open and then began to pull it off her shoulders. We broke our embrace and she took a step back, giving me plenty of room to remove her bra and massage her breasts as I did it. With a smile and a twirl, I tossed her bra at my cameraman husband. I grabbed the arms of my friend and guided her to the bed, pushing her down so that she landed on her back with a plop on top of the mattress. I stood overtop of her and released my own bra, tossing it to the side, and crawled on top of the bed and over my friend.
Playfully, I draped my tits across various parts of her body, creating some mood-lightening giggles. It’s not that I wanted to kill the mood, but I am not a real serious person, I always like to laugh and smile, so I was just being me. And I still wanted to feel everything, I wanted my itch scratched and I want it bad, but I enjoy being playful just as much as I enjoy my orgasm. This playfulness also gave me the freedom to explore and push the limits a little more without fear. I don’t think I can explain it well enough, but this playfulness would allow my friend and I a chance to see how far we really wanted this to go without fear of rejection.
So I played with her tits and let her play with mine. Leaning over her body, I brought my chest to her face and she willingly licked my nipple, then sucked and kissed it, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I responded by getting more bold with my hands and rubbing her legs and panty-covered honey pot. She did the same for me.
I looked up and saw my husband was all over the bed. He had the camera in tons of places, getting tons of views, and to his credit he did no directing. He let the action go at its own pace and let us do what we wanted. And I wanted more and to give him a good show.
I moved between her legs and tugged at her underwear. She raised her hips and allowed me to remove them easily. My husband positioned himself near the head of the bed and scanned her naked body (except for her stockings) with the camera. I smiled at him as he paused, looking at me, and said something like ‘Here I go’. I kissed up her legs until I had my head buried in between her legs. I heard her soft moans as I took in the full aroma of her sweetness and breathed my hot breath on her lips.
With a breath and a swallow, I dove in, starting with soft kisses and teasing licks. I was hesitant about the taste, but I will now admit that it was nothing I should have been concerned about. I can’t really describe it other than to say she tasted different than I do and I wanted more of it. So I kept going and got lost in the world of giving her pleasure. I focused on giving her pleasure and licking her the way I felt I would like to be licked. Even though I could feel her squirm and hear her moan, I found it hard to make my tongue and fingers do exactly what I wanted. I knew what I wanted and knew how to tell my man to give it to me, but when it came to me giving it to her, it was harder than I thought. I was so used to feeling what I was giving to myself or what my husband was giving to me and without that feedback, I was having trouble knowing just how good I was doing. I just kept doing what I was doing.
I came up for a breath and to check in with her to see how she was doing. Her breathing was heavy and a glistening layer of sweat made her skin shine in the candle light of the room. She look so sexy and I realized how much I was lusting after a woman and how I badly wanted to watch, hear, and feel her orgasm, almost as much as feel my own.
I looked over to see my husband still filming all angles of my friend and me. He was back near the head of the bed, kneeling near her shoulder. His cock was rock hard, at hard as I have ever seen him, and he even had some precum on his dick, so I knew he was very turned-on.
I asked my husband if he was enjoying the show and he gave a definite yes. I said something about getting more involved in the action and asked my friend to help him out. Slowly and reluctantly, she reached her hand out and wrapped it around his dick. He was so sensitive that he flinched when she first made contact.
This was another first for me and I was not sure how I would handle seeing another woman handle my man’s manhood. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the building lust of the evening, or maybe I was not as jealous of a woman as I thought, whatever it was, I found myself more excited seeing my husband pleasured. And I wanted to see more. I wanted to watch her ravish his dick and watch him respond and even explode with excitement.
I told her how sexy she looked and how nice it was seeing my husband enjoy himself. I made some comment about her giving him a blowjob, but she shook her head no. Maybe later she told me as she still stroked him. She wanted me back between her legs and she wanted to feel my tongue again. I smiled thinking how much I like her being more assertive. She had been passive until now, but she was active now, telling us what she wanted. I loved it. So, of course, I quickly went between her legs and had her squirming and screaming again.
I heard her tell my husband to straddle her and she would give him something good to film. I could not see what was going on since my husband’s back was blocking my view, but from the sounds and from my husband’s response I could tell she was giving him one good blowjob. I increased my oral workover on her to show my appreciation of her efforts.
Suddenly I stopped.
I slid up the bed and straddled her just behind my husband. I wrapped my arms around him and felt her mouth licking and kissing his dick. We smiled at each other as I looked around his shoulder to watch her work. I suggested we switch locations and she agreed. So I rolled over on the bed, my husband got off the bed to film the exchange, and my friend crawled between my legs after removing my panties. As erotic as everything had been, I had no trouble with the thought of a woman crawling between my legs. I think I was overly excited by it. I always have enjoyed getting licked, but my skin was crawling in anticipation of how she would feel doing it and how good it would feel. I did not have to wait long and it was definitely worth it. She was good at what she was doing and it wasn’t long before I had forgotten about my husband.
But he brought me back to reality.
He startled me when he straddled me. I grabbed his dick and pulled it down to my mouth. I worked over his length, but I really wanted to focus on his balls while I stroked him. I wanted to see how close I could get him before stopping. I don’t know how long we were going at it, but when I stopped I told him to get off the bed and get behind my friend. He did what he was told, of course he always does.
With him out of the way, I grabbed my friend’s hair and pulled her harder into me. I rocked my hips hard, really rubbing my honey pot against her tongue. I then started to encourage my husband to get closer, to touch her, to feel her, and to rub his dick against her. My friend moaned when she heard my words and even raised her hips off the bed to give him better access. It seems her resistance to doing anything with my husband was gone.
I released my grip on her hair and watched as my husband started his touching, rubbing, and handling of her. She would look back at him with a smile and wiggle her ass, teasing and encouraging him, but she never forgot me. Her pace may have slowed down, but her intensity stayed high and even increased, or maybe it was my lust that increased watching her and my husband play.
For his part, my husband was being playful right back at her and was still able to capture it all on the film. We had talked about condom use before hand and had all agreed that it would be used, but in the heat of the moment, everyone forgot and no one seemed bothered by it. Afterwards we talked about it, and my husband and I came up with a plan so it would not happen again. We both agreed that the risk was too much, but in this moment, everything was so hot and moving so fast that no one even thought about it.
I watched as my husband pointed his dick towards my friend and it disappeared from view. I could not see it enter her, but when she stopped licking me and almost collapsed into my crotch, I knew he was pushing inside her. They both moaned and she let out a few choice words saying how f*&*ing good it all felt and I enjoyed the glow of it all. After a few strokes from my husband, my friend returned to pleasuring me and now all three of us were now being pleasured.
There is something very sexy about seeing the woman that is licking you get her face slammed into your honey pot by a by a guy really pounding away at her. I laid back and enjoyed the sights, the sounds, and the feelings. It wasn’t long until I wanted to switch again, so everyone took a small break and then we reconnected all the pieces with my friend and I swapping places.
She had a slightly new taste after enjoying my husband’s dick and I did the best I could to lick it all up. The build up must have been too much for her because she soon was screaming and writhing and I knew she had her orgasm. The sights and sounds must have been too much for my husband as he soon exploded too, leaving me as the only one left out.
We all unpiled and I tried to convince my friend to return between my legs, but she had no interest since my husband had just cummed everywhere, but she did lay next to me and kiss and caress my tits as I broke out a toy to complete my night.
It was not as satisfying of an orgasm as it could have been, but I still enjoyed it and my husband and I enjoy watching that tape over and over.
My husband was pretty determined to be part of this second time. I was not against it, but was not entirely for it. I was concerned about how my friend would feel, but I was more concerned about how my husband would react. The blowup from our first encounter was still on my mind, so I was concerned with how he would react to actually seeing me have sex. We talked about it and he told me each time that he would be fine with it and he would be on his best behavior if I let him be part of it.
I even gave him some thoughts I had about having to tie him to a chair so I could have peace of mind that he would behave, or how I might have to lock him out of the bedroom and only let him listen. To my surprise, he was turned on by those thoughts. He would not admit it (and he would not deny it) but his erection told me he like those thoughts and we enjoyed some pretty hot sex after we discussed it.
My friend and I emailed ideas to each other and I expressed my concerns to him. He was not too concerned. He felt he knew my husband from the time we spent together and he was confident he could handle himself if my husband lost control. So we focused on details and I set the date and made the plans.
My husband and I would host our friend at our house, starting with a dinner and then let things progress from there. Since I was fixing the dinner and the hostess, I had a lot to get ready and it turned into an all day event, but the excitement of what was to come kept me energized and motivated. This night was less formal than the first and since I was cooking, I did not want to wear a ‘night-out’ dress, but I still took some time to get myself prettied up.
My friend arrived and I let him in. I greeted him with a kiss and took the bottle of wine from him. I left him in the living room with my husband and went just around the corner to the kitchen. There was some uncomfortable silence and some awkward attempts at talking between two of them, but they soon found a conversation about sports that broke some ice and lightened the mood. I got everything to the table and called them in to eat.
Once everyone got some food and wine in them, the tension was gone and we were back to being the easy-going friends I had gotten used to us being. After dinner, I sent the boys back to the living room as I did a quick clean up. I didn’t clean up too much, only put the dishes in the sink, I was too focused on getting changed and pushing the evening along. I was getting excited just thinking about it.
I changed into a nice silky camisole with a matching silky robe. I loved how I looked and took one more drink before I walked into the living room. Both guys stopped watching whatever it was on TV and watched me as I handed each of them a drink and sat in between them on the couch. I was loving the attention and I loved the fact that I was able to distract them from the TV. I tried to act like I was paying no attention to them, but was just watching the TV, but in truth, I had no idea what was on the TV.
My husband placed his hand on my leg and I put my hand on top of his. We looked at each other and I leaned over for a kiss. I whispered that I loved him and he repeated it back to me and then I asked if he was ready. He said yes and a placed a hand on his crotch. He wasn’t rock hard, but he was turned-on by it. I smiled at him and pushed myself off the couch. I stood in front of them and reached my hand out towards my friend. He looked over to my husband and my husband nodded his approval. He grabbed my hand and stood beside me.
I untied my robe and tossed it to my husband so I stood there in just my camisole. I told my husband to give us 20 minutes and then join us in the bedroom. I made the decision that this time would happen in our bed and our bedroom as a way of making the point that we are here and we are not going back. I grabbed my friend’s hand and led him out of the room without ever looking back at my husband.
Once in the bedroom, I lit a candle and turned off the lights. I then walked back over to my friend and helped him out of his clothes. He tried to help me out of my camisole, but I resisted. I wanted that removed once my husband was in the room. With him naked, I sat down on the bed in front of him and worked his dick over with my hands and mouth and it did not take long for him to get hard. Soon it was my turn and I lay back on the bed for him to warm me up with his tongue.
My plan was to have a little more fun together and actually have my friend penetrate me before my husband came in, but I guess my 20 minute wait time was not enough. Just as I was changing my position and getting my friend to change his, in walks my husband. All eyes are on him and he closes the door behind him and just stands there leaning up against the wall. I can’t tell if he is going to flip out or not. I break the silence by telling him to strip and then go sit in the chair in the corner.
He obeyed and I followed him to the chair. I cuffed one arm and both ankles to the chair and lean over with my hands on his forearms. I looked over my shoulder and smiled to my friend. I turned back to my husband and asked him if he was really ready. I don’t think he answered me, I only remember him nodding. I remember thinking how sweet it was that he was speechless and then I got a surprise of my own.
I was still looking at my husband’s face when I felt my friend put his hands on my hips. This was not part of my plan either, but I thought what the hell and do it. So with a quick glance over my shoulder and a wiggle of my hips I encouraged my friend to continue. I kept my eyes on my husband as I felt my friend begin to penetrate me from behind. It felt so good and having him enter me in front of my husband was more of a rush for me than I thought it would be. Once he was all the way in, I closed my eyes, dropped my head, and moaned. As much as I wanted to keep eye contact with my husband, the feeling was too much and I just had to take a moment and enjoy it for myself.
My friend found his rhythm and I made eye contact with my husband again. I blew him a kiss and he cracked his first smile. In between moans and breaths I was able to ask him if he was enjoying it and again he nodded. As my friend’s pace quickened, I tightened my grip on his forearms and later noticed that I left some pretty deep marks, I guess it was a reminder of the intensity I was feeling.
Not wanting to be done just yet, and to regain control, I stood up quickly forcing my friend to plop out. I turned and pushed him onto the bed. I climbed on top and looked over my shoulder at my husband as I lowered myself onto my friend. Once he was inside, I turned my focus to him and myself. I was enjoying it all now and did not care if my husband was there or not. He was out of sight and out of mind. I was riding, grinding, and just absolutely enjoying myself when my friend started to remove my top and get me naked. It then hit me that my husband was still in the room.
I stop and spun around. I was still sitting on my friend, but my back was to him and I could see my husband. I wish I could say he looked sexy cuffed naked to the chair with a hardon, but he didn’t. I could tell he was enjoying the show, but he did look almost pathetic, turned on, but still pathetic. I might have had some sympathy on him if I wasn’t enjoying it all so much.
I smiled at my husband as I slow swayed my hips still enjoying feeling my friend. I asked him if he was still enjoying this and he nodded yes. I asked him if he wanted me to stop and he shook his head no. My smile widened as I knew he was hooked. I asked if he wanted me naked. He shook his head yes. It gave me an extra thrill to know, and I wanted him to know, that I was in control and that he had to do what I said. I told him to show me how badly he wanted me naked. I told him to start jerking off for me.
He obeyed and with a smile, I grabbed the bottom on my camisole and slowly started to lift it. Then, with one quick motion, I pulled it off and tossed it his way. I kept my eyes on him, but picked up the pace with my hips. I was really unprepared for how I felt being completely naked, having sex with my friend, while my husband was there, watching, masturbating, and cuffed. It was HOTTTT!!!! I felt a rush and tingles inside that I don’t think I had ever felt before. My skin felt like it was on fire and was aching to be touched. I had to run my hands on my own body since my husband was in no condition to do it and my friend was still flat on his back.
I started on my legs and worked my way up to cup and rub my tits. Finally, I had to drop one hand between my legs and join my friend’s dick in my honey pot. I was enjoying it all, but was not ready for it to end, so I had to stop touching myself. I tried to focus back on my husband for a moment, but I don’t really remember what I said to him. I know I told him to stop, then start, go faster, go slower, and so on. I was enjoying being in control and I was enjoying the rush going through my body and wanted so badly to feel the intense orgasm I knew was just waiting to cum J.
I gave him a description of what my friend was doing to me; well actually it was what I was doing to my friend. And tried to describe the way it felt and how good it felt, but I don’t know if there are any words that could describe that intensity. The naughtiness of my words and the lust of the scenario brought back that rush and this time I did not want to stop until I had climaxed. So that is what I did. I told my husband to stop and just watch and listen. I kept telling him how good it all felt until my body just exploded. It must have been too much for my friend too as his orgasm was right behind mine.
I rolled off my friend and collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath. My friend and I kissed, giggled, and cuddled a bit on the bed, but I was too hot to be that close to anyone at that moment. I got off the bed and saw my husband still obeying my last command. He was rock hard, but still not touching himself. He was squirming in his seat and I could tell that he was a little uncomfortable, but I just smiled at him as I grabbed a drink. I covered up with another silk robe and sat down on the bed. I wasn’t ready for my husband to cum yet, and I told him so. He swallowed hard, but did not respond.
I cuffed his free hand to the chair so he would not touch himself and left the room, as I called my friend to follow me. He scooped up his clothes and quickly caught up. He dropped his clothes in the living room and waited for me on the couch as I went to the bathroom for some quick clean up. I joined him on the couch, him still naked, and we chatted for a while as we rested. We talked about going another round, and as much as I wanted to just straddle him right there on the couch, I wanted to return to my husband and end his ‘misery’ for the night. My friend got dressed and left with a nice, long kiss from me.
I locked the door and walked back to the bedroom. My husband’s dick was now soft, but it began twitching when I sat down on the bed. We chatted some, of course it was all about what just happened, what he saw, what he felt, what I felt, and how in control of it all I was. I pulled off my robe and told him it was his turn, if he was up for it. By this time his dick was hard and he most certainly was up for it. I uncuffed him from the chair and he was immediately on top of me on the bed. It felt good to have him so hard and wanting me so bad. It did not take him long to cum and he was finished before I was really close, but I was fine with it. I was still enjoying the afterglow from the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I wanted it again, but for now I was fine with how the night ended.
That is how we started out.
We learned a lot during those first few play sessions. Later, we opened things up and enjoyed different situations. But I kept coming back to our times with men and especially the times where I made the men obey me or when I would make my husband watch, specifically times where I was in control of my husband.
That is what I enjoy and where I want to take our relationship. I want to be a cuckoldress. My husband fights back for now, but he can’t deny that he fantasizes about it, now I just need to convince him.
Our first time was with a local guy. He and I chatted online a lot; most of it was nothing sexual. It was a lot of getting to know type stuff just to make sure he was real and not too freaky J. My husband sat in on some of the chats and gave me some suggestions on things to ask and things to say. After we felt more comfortable, we all went to dinner. The intention was not to let anything happen that night, more of a face to face meeting to talk and check chemistry. And nothing happened that night. It was a good dinner and a good time out. There was definitely some good chemistry between all three of us and I could see us all being friends even if there were no sex involved. But there was sex involved and we decided to push things along and see if he was willing to go further. I will admit that my husband and I did have some good sex that night after the first meeting.
We chatted more online and began to exchange pictures now that we had met face-to-face, with the pictures getting more and more suggestive. Then we moved on to a webcam and things picked up steam pretty quick from there. I wore revealing outfits and even give little peeks to my bra and tits. One night, I sat there wearing only my bathrobe and my husband decided to join us. My husband was giving me a hard time about teasing the poor guy and that I should just show it all to him. So I dared my husband, since he was a guy, to come show our friend what it is a guy would want to see.
He was all for it and quickly came over to me.
He moved the webcam down so that it was pointed at my chest. He rubbed my shoulders then slipped his hands inside my robe, rubbing my tits. I tried to keep typing, but the massage was making it tough. Our friend on the other end of the cam had a great view and was very encouraging. He was telling me things like, I bet that feels good, I wish those were my hands, and I would love to see how his hands are working you over.
My husband was enjoying reading his comments and decided to give him a little more of a show. He pulled my robe off my shoulders, off my arms, and let it fall into my lap. I sat there, now naked from the waist up with adrenaline flowing through me with the thrill of now being exposed to our friend. My husband went back to massaging my tits and made a special emphasis to squeeze them together often, like he was presenting them to the cam for approval. He then started kissing my neck, knowing how I loved that and knowing it would make me squirm.
Our friend kept the compliments flowing, telling me how much he was enjoying the show, wishing he was there with us. On a whim, I asked him to show me how much he was enjoying the show. I saw a smile flash across his face before he pointed the cam down to his lap. I watched wide-eyed as he pulled his shorts down showing me just how excited he was.
Well, it was on from there.
My husband pulled off his pants and had me stroke him and then dared me to blow him. I did and did it all on the cam for our friend to see. My husband was telling me how much our friend was enjoying by reading the messages he was typing with one hand never leaving his dick. After that, we put on our own little sex show for him, with my husband fucking me in a variety of positions so that I was in a prominent view of the camera. One was my husband was sitting in a chair with me riding him facing the camera and facing away from the camera. Another was me standing, bent over with a side view of only my face and tits as my husband was behind me. And my favorite was being bent over facing the camera with my husband behind me, that way I could type and watch our friend as I feeling my husband.
That was an enjoyable night. Just letting go and enjoying the feel opened a whole new world in my mind. The orgasm was intense and I wanted it again, of course after I had time to recover J.
So from there, it was time to embrace this new world with an open mind. As my husband and I talked about it, we kept going back to the excitement of our friend as he was watching it. My husband seemed attracted to that point and he wondered several times what it would be like to be on that end of things. So I asked if he wanted to watch me enjoy our friend on the cam.
That was the suggestion he was waiting for. He jumped all over it. And so that is how we decided to go with it.
I was fine with it, because it actually simplified things for me. I would not have to worry about my husband being in the same room, or worrying about what he was going to do. I could focus on our new friend and enjoying him.
So I sent our friend an email asking him if he was willing to help us make our fantasy come true and become a friend with benefits, at least for a night. His response was quick and simple, “YES” was all he said and it was all he needed to say. I replied and told him that we would chat about the details I had in my head about how I wanted this to happen and then pick a date.
I will admit that it was tough to focus on what I needed to do over the next several hours until I could chat with my future lover. That night our chat quickly turned sexual and we went over the details of what would happen and how it would happen. Well, it was me giving the details and rules and him agreeing to them.
So here is how it all went.
I got myself ready like I was getting ready for a night out on the town. I showered, shaved my legs, and took a little extra time fixing my hair and makeup. I even put lotion on my legs to give them that soft feel and a little shine. I grabbed my favorite black dress from the closet and grabbed my new, lacy, sexy black set of bra and panties. I had thought about going without the panties to give me a little extra sexy feel, but I wanted my new friend to see them, or at least have to work around them some.
My husband gave me a whistle of approval as I walked out of the bedroom and I gave him a quick twirl. He was up, out of his seat, and in my space with a hug and a kiss. I had to push him away since I did not want him to mess up my make-up , hair, or dress. And with my nerves, I did not feel much like a close encounter with my husband at this moment. I had a lot running through my head about my new friend and what I was about to do and he did not fit into it. We had some chit-chat and I again asked him if he was sure about all this and he said he was and was even a little excited. I’m not sure his answer would have mattered at this point; I was nervous, but excited and wanted this. So with a quick kiss, I left a little lipstick on his cheek, I left the house.
I had the radio blaring as I drove to his house, still trying to clear my head and not think about what I was doing, but it all came rushing back when I pulled into his drive way. I almost was too nervous to get out of the car and I was shaking so bad that I had a tough time walking to his door in my heels. Not the most gracious way to enter my new lover’s home. I ended up laughing at myself and how it was all affecting me as I rang his doorbell and I think that is what I needed. It sank in to not take myself so seriously and to just enjoy it. So with a deep breath, I felt my body relax just as he opened the door.
I gave him a quick up and down look and was glad he took tonight as seriously as I had. He looked very nice in his jeans, shirt, and sport coat. Not too flashy, but certainly an outfit worthy of a night out. But we weren’t going out. Still trying to keep things more discrete and wanting to focus more on just the two of us, I wanted it to be a ‘stay-home’ date and he agreed.
He prepared a nice dinner (I think he actually bought it from somewhere, but it was still nice) with candlelight, nice music, and a nice wine. I don’t drink much wine but that night I drank a few glassed to help me relax and get a little more courage, but was careful not to get drunk. We chatted, flirted, and had a generally good time as we ate. I was surprised how quickly the awkwardness left and we got more comfortable with each other.
When dinner was over, I helped him clear the table and as we were putting dishes in the sink, he made his move. I was sitting my plate in the sink when he walked up behind me and trapped me against the sink as he put his plate there. I felt his breathe on my neck as he pushed my hair out of the way and then shuttered (a good shutter) as he kissed my neck. I braced myself against the sink and tilted my head to the side to give him better access and he worked his way up my neck. I smiled when I felt his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him.
I swayed my hips, grinding my ass into his groin, feeling his growing erection. I heard him release a moan as he worked on my neck, even nibbling on my ear, and worked his hands over my body more and more. I spun around, cupped his face in my hands and moved in for a kiss and he responded. I don’t know how long we were there and I don’t care. It felt good and I was ready for more. All my nerves were gone and I was ready to enjoy the night.
We moved to the bedroom where the laptop and webcam were set up. We worked to get the webcam turned on and the lighting adjusted in the room. We lit candles, turned lights on and off, and moved the camera around to get a good angle. When it was all set, he signed in and left to get us some drinks. There was my husband, already signed in and as soon as he saw us sign in, he started up a chat. I messaged him back and said we are ready to do this. He said he was too, so we exchanged webcam views and poof…there he was on the screen.
It seemed surreal to seem my husband on the monitor as I was in another man’s bedroom, but I soon got over it as my friend returned still wearing his button-up shirt and jeans, but no sport coat, carrying a couple of glasses of wine. He sat the wine on the night stand and came over to me at the computer. He bent over, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could see what I was chatting about with my husband. He arrived just as I was asking my husband if he was excited about what he was going to see. He said he was, so I told him to show me and to show me by getting naked. He did not hesitate. He stood and removed his clothes and sat back down.
My friend laughed softly at the control I had over my husband and I have to admit that I enjoy seeing him do what I said so quickly. My friend went to work on me, rubbing his hands up and down my side and kissing my neck again. I saw that my husband did have a hard-on and he seemed like he was excited to see me there. So I asked him what he wanted to see and he replied that he wanted to see me enjoy myself, so I pushed back from the computer and began to do just what he wanted.
My friend started some nice, slow music and we danced as we kissed and our hands roamed each other. He started to undo the buttons on my dress, but I stopped him. I wanted him out of his clothes first. He had seen me naked on the cam, so I wanted him naked here first. I worked on his shirt, getting it off, and then I sat on the edge of the bed and worked on his belt and pants. I looked over at the computer and could watch myself as I fought with his belt and watch my husband as he fought with his dick J. I watched as the computer me undid his belt and pants and pushed them down, but I turned back to him when it came to his boxer shorts. I wanted the real me to see this happen for real.
I gave him a few moments to kick off his shoes and helped push his pants down to his ankles, but let him work on stepping out of them, I wanted something much higher. I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, I started to work them around his hard dick, but then decided to catch the head of it in the waist band and pull it down with them. I enjoyed making it ‘pop’ out of his boxers and slap against his stomach, but I may be a little weird that way.
Just like that, I had two naked men excited by me, still clothed. That thought, plus having a new dick inches away from me put a thrill in my stomach and an ache in my naughty place (but it was a good ache). I wrapped my hand around his dick and began a slow stroke. I looked up with a smile to see how my new friend was enjoying my touch and then looked at the computer to see my husband matching the pace of my strokes. Turning my attention to my friend, I soon added my other hand by massaging his balls and then just pounce with my mouth.
I loved hearing his moans, feeling his hands in my hair, and feeling his ass with my hand as I used it for support. I loving the thrill of having another man’s dick in my mouth, I wasn’t even thinking about my husband anymore, but later when I think back to this moment I do get wet thinking about him watching. I was loving the thrill of being this naughty and I was wanting it to continue. I don’t know how long I was giving him a blowjob, but I really don’t care, it was fun and I think I enjoyed giving it as much as he enjoyed receiving it.
Next, he helped me stand up and I helped him remove my dress, leaving him there in my new bra and panties. He spun me around, quickly unfastened my bra, and pushed me down on the bed. He climbed on top and kissed my neck as he rubbed his dick on my panty-covered ass. I pushed my hips up to push back against him and grind my ass into him as he was grinding his dick into me. I was more turned-on than I had been in a long time. I was wanting him inside me, to fill his dick (a strange dick) inside me.
He kissed down my back and kissed around the top of my panties as he tugged at them, pulling them down. I raised my hips off the bed so he could remove them easier and he did. I stayed on my stomach and he kissed his way back up my legs, rubbing and massaging them as he went all the way to my lower back, paying attention to my butt cheeks with his lips and his hands. Oh, I LOVED that!! He slid a hand between my legs and touched my honey pot. As wet as I was, it did not take much effort for him to slip a finger inside.
I moaned, buried my head in the bed, and parted my legs to give him better access. He gently worked a couple of fingers inside, really getting me warmed up good before turning me over so I was on my back. Before I really had time to get adjusted, he had his head between my legs giving me one of the best lickings I had in a long time. I love oral, both giving and receiving, and I was loving this.
I’m not sure what brought it back to mine, but I suddenly remembered that my husband was watching all of this. I decided to really give him a good show. I grabbed my friend’s head and pulled him deeper into me, arched my back, and really started moving my hips and head. I did not have to do any acting, I was really enjoying it and enjoying it that much! I couldn’t see the computer screen from where I was, but my imagination was adding to the intensity I was feeling.
I did not want to have an orgasm just yet, so I released him and sat up on the bed. I was not ready to climax yet, but I was ready for the next step, I was ready to feel him inside me.
During our mini-break, we both went to check the computer. I sat down in front of the screen with my friend behind me. My husband was applauding and I could see that he still had an erection. I asked him if he had cum yet and he said no. He went on to tell me that he did not want to cum until it was all over. There was a little bit more small talk before I went to lay down on the bed and called my friend over.
I laid in a way so my husband would have a good side view of us. My friend crawled on the bed and between my legs. His kissed his way up, spending some time on each nipple and then there he was, face to face with me. I could feel the tip of his dick on the opening of my honey pot and so badly wanted him, all of him. He kissed me and asked if I was ready. I moaned a yes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He slowly slipped inside and it was amazing.
This was it. We had finally done it. Sure everything up to now felt good and was leading to this, but there is something different about actually having another man’s dick inside. There is something different about having another man penetrating me, rocking his hips, and pushing and pulling his dick in and out of me. I was loving it. But I could not escape the webcam and my husband.
As much as I wanted to enjoy this new feeling, I found myself looking at the computer, wondering what was going through my husband’s mind now that I was finally having sex with another man. Part of me wanted to stop and chat with him some, part of me wanted to kill all the lights and forget about him, but the part that wanted to keep feeling everything (my new friend, the anxiety of my husband watching) and I stayed where I was. I just let go and enjoyed it. Enjoyed each thrust, enjoyed each re-entry, and enjoyed each kiss. We changed positions a few times and were all over the bed before taking a break.
My husband was still there, still had his erection, and was still encouraging.
As I was typing, my friend came up behind me and began to tease me with his dick. So we re-created a scene my husband and I had done where I was bent over the computer with a dick in me as I chatted with the person on the other end, only this time my friend had his dick in me and I was chatting with my husband. I must say that this was sooooo hot.
I felt like I was ready to explode, but I was not done teasing my husband. So I stood up quickly, my friend had to pull out, and I told my husband I was ready for the next phase. I pushed my friend onto the bed and went around blowing out the candles so it was dark in the room, at least dark enough for nothing to show on the webcam.
I climbed on the bed and climbed on top of my friend. It was my turn to control the pace and my turn to control the action. I wanted to orgasm and I wanted to control how I did it. I blocked out anything except my friend and my desire. I slid his dick inside and enjoyed the ride.
I rode for what seemed like an eternity with him being very aggressive with his hands and mouth. My orgasm was a slow build, but when it hit, it hit hard and long. Just as mine was ending, his began and that intensified the ending of mine even more.
I was exhausted. I collapsed on my friend and we were breathing heavy together until I rolled off. I grabbed a sheet to cover up as I got off the bed and went back to the computer (funny how after you’ve been fully exposed to someone so intimately that you feel like you have to cover up.) My husband was still there and seemed a little upset, but it was more of a playful upset. We chatted for a bit and I told him how much I enjoyed it. He was wanting me home, but I told him I was not ready to leave just yet and will send him a text when I leave. Then I signed out and turned off the webcam.
I was spent, but I was not ready to be done with my new friend. I went back to the bed and cuddled up with him for a bit. I listened to him breathe and heard his heartbeat as he stroked my sweat soaked hair. We got up shared a snack and chatted a bit and talked about what happens next and does this happen again. Neither of us had an answer for anything. I only knew I wanted a shower and to clean up before I went home.
I also wanted him to join me, and he did.
The shower was fun, playful, and I was able to give him another orgasm before it was over.
I got dressed, leaving my bra and panties for him, and headed home. I sent a text to my husband and he quickly replied that he would be waiting for me.
The drive home was interesting for me. It was not that far away, but with all the thoughts and scenarios that went through my mind, it seemed like it was a cross-country trip. I was uncertain of the welcome or greeting I would receive from my husband when I walked in. I guess the drive home is one of the downsides to having the first time done away from home. When I parked the car in the driveway, I sat there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing with the thoughts of what I had just done and the unknown of what I was coming home to find. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door.
I smiled at how funny the ending to the night seemed a lot like the beginning.
I slid the key in the lock and opened the door. I did not have to wait long for the questions in my mind to be settled. My husband quickly grabbed me and gave me a deep, passion-filled kiss. The tingles in my stomach grew as I felt his hands exploring me and pushing me towards the living room. He was aggressively trying to remove my clothes and I soon found myself naked on our couch. He took note of my lack of anything under my dress. Breathless, yet lustfully, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to hear the details, how did it feel, how did he feel, what was the best part, what happened when the lights went out, do you want to do it again… Before I could respond his face was buried between my legs.
I thought, ok I’ll let him have it. So I told him what we did and how he felt. I was really getting into it myself, grabbing his hair and pulling his head deeper into me. I was getting worked up as I relived all the details of the night, putting my own emphasis on the parts I liked best. I told him how intense it was and yes I would love to feel it all again.
I’m not sure how, but my husband was now naked and had his dick in my face wanting me to give him a blow job. I grabbed it and was surprise how hard he was. As a wife and as many times as I had felt this part of my husband’s body, I was very familiar with how it felt and it was harder and even a little bigger. As I sucked him, he was more sensitive and more vocal than he normally is and he did not stay in my mouth very long. He pulled himself out and knelt between my legs, pushing his dick inside where my friend was not too long earlier. That thought alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.
It was a different feeling, feeling my second dick in only a few hours, and I couldn’t help but compare them. I’m not sure why my mind went there, I was enjoying the feeling of my husband fucking me, but it did. Those thoughts helped me to tell my husband more details of the night. He commented on how good my freshly used naughty place felt. And for some reason, I really enjoyed hearing that and it stuck with me. He would ask me questions and I would answer them. He finally had all he could take and he came. Without me asking, he moved between my legs and licked me again and it wasn’t long before I had my own orgasm.
We both collapsed right there on the couch. We did not bother getting dressed, but slept naked, cuddled on the couch. But when I woke up the next day, I was alone.
I must have been exhausted because I slept until almost noon despite the bright sunshine that was coming through our living room windows. I wrapped up in my robe from the bathroom and saw my husband was already outside working. I sat down at the computer and noticed an email from my friend. He told me how much he enjoyed last night and would love to help me out any other time I wanted to take advantage of his ‘benefits’. I must have been smiling as I was typing a reply, because my husband asked what was so funny when he came in from outside. I told him what I was doing and he told me that I had better things to do with my time.
What struck me was not what he said, but how it said it. It was very cold and harsh, and certainly not the same tone as last night when he ripped my clothes off and wanted details. I wanted to talk about it, but he shut down. He wanted nothing to do with it and had nothing to say about it. I said something about talking about the next time and he blew up. He said there would be no next time and this was the end of it. I was his wife and I would be his only.
I ran to the bedroom crying. I had done all of this for him, sure I enjoyed it, but he wanted me to do it and he enjoyed me doing it. I wasn’t sure what was going on and thought there had to be more to it. So I decided to bring it up again later, but drop it for now.
That day, I did my thing and my husband did his and we did not have any interaction until later that night. To his credit, my husband brought it up first. He apologized for his blow up and tried to explain it away.
I would not let him get away that easy though.
I told him that this was his idea. I said no for so long, but he kept pushing it until we did it. I enjoyed it and he enjoyed it, he can’t deny he enjoyed it. I felt his enjoyment. He finally admitted that he was not ready for me to enjoy it so much and was not ready to be completely cut out like he was when I turned the lights out and did not come home as soon as he wanted me to.
As he was telling me this, I did notice that he had a hard-on. He may not have been ready for it, but he liked me turning out the lights, he liked me telling him I was going to stay and enjoy my friend a little more. I did not fully understand it at the time, but this was the beginning of me cuckolding him.
I told him how much I loved him. I told him that yes I did enjoy the feeling of last night and I would like to do it again, but that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to come home to him or with him each night. This will be just some extra fun we can add to our lives.
He asked about where we go from here. He asked about finding a woman to make things even and I had to laugh. I did not see what there was to make even, he wanted this and I did this because he wanted it. I told him I’m not against finding a woman, but not real soon. I wanted to keep things simple and work on this one guy for now, or just work on adding men if we want to open the relationship open some more.
He agreed, sheepishly, but he agreed.
From there, we talked about the next time with my friend with benefits and he said he would like to be part of it in person. So we started working on details and enjoyed another night of hot sex, fueled by make-up desires and more fantasy desires.