I remember it like it was yesterday.
My wife’s best friend from college had reached out to her and asked her to be the Maid of Honor in her wedding. This was her third wedding, but the two of them had been together for 3 years, so none of us doubted the union.
My wife had to drive across town to meet up with the rest of the “Bridal Party” to try on Bride’s Maid dresses. She took the day off from work and after rush hour, made her way across town.
The “idea” was she would be gone a few hours, beat me home and we would go out for supper, sharing all the details of her day.
It almost happened that way.
We had been recovering from a situation where I over shared my thoughts and fantasies with her after a night of drinking. It was about 8 months before when we were on our way home from a 4th of July party. It was late, I had been drinking all day and as we drove home, she turned down the radio and told me that she had caught a few guys staring at her longingly.
I replied, “Can you blame them?”
She did not like that response at all.
“I am NOT some piece of meat, asshole.” she shot back.
I regrouped and sat up in my seat. “Look, all I am saying is that if you wanted, you could have had any man at that party. Hell, you could have started a fight between a couple of them if you REALLY wanted to.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she asked quickly.
“Baby, I am just saying you could have had any man there fighting to get a shot at you, that is all.” I confessed and explained.
“In front of you?” she laughed.
I could not stop myself…
“If you wanted to do that kind of thing, I would gladly watch you.” I blurted out.
She slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the shoulder of the road.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?” She hissed.
I took a long pause, thinking faster than I ever had in my life.
“I do not mean that you wanted to, especially today. All I am saying is that IF you ever wanted to step out with another man, I would not be upset and I would not be threatened by it.” I tried to explain in a drunken idiotic way.
My wife slapped me across the face and turned away.
“I don’t even KNOW you.” she blurted out before she started crying uncontrollably.
I sat quietly.
“I am sorry.” I said in a sobering tone.
She said nothing.
“I read about this on line and a lot of couples seem to enjoy it. I didn’t think about it before I said something to you. I was wrong.” I continued.
My wife grabbed some tissues from her purse, blew her nose and merged into traffic.
The drive home was silent. Not even the radio was on. She was so upset.
Wisely, I said nothing the rest of the trip home.
For the rest of the weekend, and the rest of the week, she said nothing to me.
Around the middle of July we started seeing a marriage counselor. Thankfully he was able to diffuse the situation and explain the cuckold fantasy in a more scientific way. One phrase he used haunted me:
“Your husband has this fantasy because he wants to see your needs fulfilled in ways he cannot perform, has not had the courage to initiate, or feels you would not welcome. It does not mean he loves you any less, or wants your marriage to end. Its quite the opposite.”
He left it open ended, but I felt like he was working against me more than he was working FOR me.
My wife said nothing to his clinical diagnosis. She just nodded her head.
“I applaud you for broaching the subject.” the therapist turned to me now. “Not many men have the courage to bring it up.”
My wife butted in, “Oh he had PLENTY of courage that day…”
The therapist laughed at her joke. “Never the less, he DID bring it up. That also defines his faith in your union and his love for you.”
Then it was quiet.
“Look folks, I really do not see a reason to continue with couple sessions.” the therapist broke the silence. “I see this every now and then in couples your age and a little older. It takes a lot to make this work, and neither of you realize that at this time. You either need to discuss this at length, reach an agreement and move forward or find a way to move past it.” he continued.
My wife’s mouth opened as if she was going to tell him to fuck off. The therapist held up his hand.
“You BOTH need to agree that this was a poor topic to discuss when it was discussed and here and now, you either to agree to never discuss it again, then move on to some healing waters, or you decide that maybe its up for discussion at a later date and you leave it at that. Its up to the two of you, not the three of us.”
My wife and I looked at each other.
“Whatever you want, is what I want.” I said out loud.
My wife looked at me and said nothing.
“We need an answer JoAnne.” the therapist urged.
“I think this is something the two of us need to close out in private.” she said to both of us.
Before the therapist could close out the session, she looked at me and said, “Its time to go Robert.”
With that, she got up and stormed out of the office, leaving me to pay for the session.
She walked briskly to the car, not waiting for me at all. I had the keys to the car.
She had an angry expression on her face when I got the to car. I unlocked it with the remote once I was in distance and she got in.
I started the car and cranked up the AC.
She said nothing.
“I am going to drive home, you do not look like you want to go anywhere right now.” I said.
I drove home and she said nothing. She kept texting on her phone.
We pulled into the garage and I shut off the engine.
My wife reached over and grabbed my arm. She kissed me and rubbed my cock through my trousers.
She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered:
“So if we were back at that party and the guy in the red tank top with all the muscles started talking to me, would you let him?” she asked in a sexy voice.
“Yes.” I hissed.
She felt my cock twitch in her hands.
“What if he touched my arm, stepped in closer to me and caressed my shoulder? Would you let him do that?” her voice was getting hotter in my ear.
Again my cock twitched and strained against my boxers.
I nodded.
“Would you let him lead me off in the woods and kiss me?” she asked.
“yes” I hissed again.
“What if he had his tongue in my mouth? His hand inside of my shorts… and he is rubbing my tits inside of my shirt? What would you do?” she asked urgently.
“I would watch you enjoy yourself with him, do as you please with his cock, and let him have his way with you as long as you got what you wanted and were safe.” I confessed.
“What if he led me to a dark secluded place, inside the woods and he took all of my clothes off? Would you stop him?” she asked.
“Only if you wanted me to stop him.” I confessed again.
“What if I don’t want you to stop him?” she asked.
“I would just watch.” I confessed.
My cock twitched some more.
“Would you watch me suck his cock?” she asked.
I nodded. So did my cock.
“Would you watch him eat my pussy?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Would you stop me if I came on his face?” she asked, still holding my cock.
I shook my head no. My cock nodded in agreement.
“Would you watch as I ride his cock?” she asked nearly panting.
“yes” I hissed in a weaker tone.
“You want me to come on his cock?” she asked panting this time.
My wife had worked herself up in a frenzy and used the arm rest to grind against while she fantasized about MY fantasy.
“Is he bigger than me?” I asked.
She nodded and hissed, “yes”.
I reached out and squeezed her nipples. Her body shuttered.
“Does it feel good to have a new cock inside of your married pussy?” I asked my wife.
She nodded. Her eyes were closed and she was using the arm rest in ways never intended.
I squeezed her nipple harder than before and she let out a scream. I tried to kiss her but she wanted none of it. Her panties were soaking through her skirt and her growling let me know that her orgasm was genuine. It lasted quite a while too.
She still had a grip around my cock, and as her orgasm came to an end, she leaned over and without a word, took me in her mouth. Within seconds, I flooded her mouth with a heavy thick load and she gulped it all down.
She sat back in the seat and took her panties off and handed them to me.
“A Memento to mark the occasion.” she said as she handed them to me.
We never discussed it after that. I knew better than to bring it up.
So here I was eight months into wondering where things stood, and STILL only having sex about 1 a week with her.
Now she was driving across town on her own to be gone for the entire day. I was at work and the idea of another session like the garage, or anything more never crossed my mind.
At 4:30 we had a “surprise meeting” at work and I had to turn off my phone. At 5:00 the meeting broke and I got a few text messages and a couple of missed calls.
WIFE’S VOICE MAIL: We are done with a few dresses, looks like we are closing down the store. It was a good fitting. HAHA Headed out for drinks, come find us. I will text you the address. OH, take the bus, we are going to be shit faced by the time you get here. I NEED A DRIVER.
They had been trying on dresses for 6 hours. I laughed at the voicemail.
I had usually taken the bus across town so I knew the schedule.
I had the neighbor drop me off at the bus stop and got across town quickly.
I went to the address and found them in the back of the lounge, loud and drawing a lot of attention.
“THERE he is….” My wife yelled across the room.
The way she was acting, I knew she would be passing out soon.
I introduced myself and all the other women just nodded at me.
My wife got up to give me a kiss and she whispered in my ear, “Better get me out of here.”
She turned and said good-bye to everyone and then I helped her across the room. I paid the tab for everyone and we left. We walked back to the boutique and found her car. We got in to drive away and my wife started laughing at her phone.
She was watching a video and kept playing it over and over with no sound.
As we got closer to home, she played it with sound.
I could not watch it, but it was the sound of two people fucking.
I listened as the sound of skin slapping skin, the grunting and the husky voices of encouragement kept filling the car.
“OH FUCK!!!” and “HARDER BABY” kept filling the car.
My wife kept laughing and sighing as she watched it.
I pulled into the garage and she played it for me.
I watched as a woman was being taken from behind by a muscular man. The woman in the video had the same tattoo as my wife did. Same tan lines too.
“NO WAY” I thought to myself.
My wife said nothing as I watched the video.
The camera panned out and I saw the blonde hair in the corner of the screen.
My wife said nothing.
She put the phone down.
“I have a few screen shots you get to see later on… if you want to see them.” she confessed.
At this point, I knew I was starting a new life.
I nodded slowly.
My wife had filmed herself fucking some stud in the changing room after they had shut down the store. The look on her face in the video was pure lust.
She showed me a different video of her riding his cock.
She showed me another video of her sucking his cock and licking his balls. In between the videos, she had taken a few pictures, each of them with HIS cock inside of her.
The last video she showed me was of her on all fours, him taking her from behind, and her pussy squirting all over the floor as she pounded her from behind. The sound from the video sounded like a high quality porno film, her orgasms were intense and the sloshing sounds her pussy made as it squirted all over his cock were not fake in any measure.
“She took the plunge, and now it is time to reflect on all of the wanting I did in the months before this “Pandora’s Box” was opened.
I reached down to rub her pussy and she did not have any panties on. She blushed.
“Those went to Gene, a trophy for all the work he put in to make me feel like this.” she confessed. “I am so sore right now.”
I looked at her lovingly, “I am so proud of you.”
My wife smiled down at me.
“Lets go inside and I will tell you about my date for the wedding.” she said.
My cock was throbbing.
We walked into the house and went straight to bed.
As she told me how they met, she realized that I loved her more than life itself and she wanted to test the waters. “After I had his cock in my mouth, things got out of control and I just decided to enjoy myself.”
She described his body, how he smelled, and compared his cock to mine.
I took my cock out and started to stroke it.
My wife described how he told her she was “so tight” and he wanted to take her ass.
She told me how he came in her mouth, quick and powerfully and she swallowed what she could, and licked the rest off of him before he slid inside of her pussy.
She told me how she came 5 or 6 times before he changed positions, then she came a few more times before he put her on all fours and (her words) “Really pounded the fuck out of me.”
She continued, “I think he was getting upset that I kept stopping and taking pictures, but I didn’t care.”
She showed me some of the pictures, and then showed me one of her, on all fours with his body behind her, his cock deep inside of her. “I’s sending this one to you so you can use it as a screen saver.” she told me.
“Oh, and this one I want as my caller ID in your phone.” she said as she showed me a picture of her on her knees, looking up at the phone, mouth open, her tongue out, and a big cock head laying on her tongue.
I began stroking my own cock much harder and just as I was about to come, she moved her head down and took me in her mouth.
I pumped my load inside of her mouth, glancing at her phone at the picture of her with his cock in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all. The thought of her taking him inside of her pussy made me lose all control. One of the strongest orgasms I had ever had.
My wife raised her head and I watched as she swallowed really hard.
“You don’t mind NOT going to the wedding with me?” she asked.
“I want you to have the best time there.” I said calmly.
I thought to myself, “This is perfect.”
“The wedding is back east, so I will be gone for a week.” My wife confessed.
“Oh my God, beyond perfect. The BEST scenario a wannabe cuckold like me could ask for.” I thought to myself.
“That will be fun.” I said (trying not to sound jealous.)
“You are welcome Gene.” I thought to myself.
She got up to go shower.
I thought to myself, “A week long trip with a guy she just met, who gave her the best fucking of her life in a changing room of a dress boutique? What could go wrong?”
I had just came and I could feel my cock getting stiff just thinking about the wedding and the week long fuck-fest she would have with Gene. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding.