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Hot Wife Stories: Spice up our family life Part I

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To say my marriage had gotten stale wouldn’t really be the truth, the fact is, my husband works a lot out of town, so we haven’t really been together enough to be in a rut. I knew before we said our vows about 19 months before what his job was and how it took him away from home, but that was before I got laid off, now, I’m home, alone all of the time and needing him closer by.  Ok, maybe I should start out by introducing myself, my name is Jess, my husbands name is Tony, and like I said, we’ve been married a bit over a year and a half. My company was downsized and in the process, my job was outsourced, so that means the house has never been cleaner, the meals never been better and the boredom never been stronger. When he comes home on weekends he’s tired, I’m not, I’m ready to talk and to play, but he’d rather just stretch out on the sofa and relax, telling me how hard his week has been and he just needs some rest and relaxation. So, for the past few weekends I’ve tried everything to get him to show some liveliness, nothing works.

Since I don’t have companionship basically, I spend a lot of time on the internet, going through this site and that one, trying to find something to occupy my time. At first it was recipes and crafts, and then for the past month or so, my interest has flowed into the field of porn sites, a lot of stories, pictures, videos, etc. I never realized how horny I was until I saw how much sex everyone else in the world is having. Tony always said that was the first thing that drew him to me, my beauty. I’m tall, 5’10”, and I have a lot of curves and full, massive tits that fill my 34D bra nicely. When we shared our first dance as a married couple he whispered in my ear how much it turned him on to know everyone in the room was staring and wanting his hot wife, but that I belonged only to him now.

One afternoon I was particularly aroused after watching a few stimulating video clips and I brought my vibrator in from where I keep it hidden in my panty drawer. I sat back in my over stuffed desk chair, totally naked and I began to fantasize about the kinkiest and most wild thing that would come to my mind. A story I had read a few weeks ago kept infiltrating my thoughts, it was about a , really making him sit and watch, they called him a cuckold husband, and that really turned me on.

Closing my eyes and letting my imagination run wild, I had the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt, bar none, and I knew it was something I could actually do. I’ve always had a Dominant side to me, which made me perfect for the corporate world, and why not transfer my desires to my sexual life, my husband needs to be shown what happens when you leave a hot wife alone for too long.

I found myself dialing the phone, calling Butch, a guy that I use to work with who always lusted after me, begging me to slip off to some “no-tell” motel with him, promising that he had enough in his pants to make me more than happy that I came. When he answered the phone, I froze, and then finally I started talking, telling him how I was just thinking about the ol’ gang at work and thought I would check in to see how he was doing. Of course it only took about 4 minutes before his part of the conversation roamed to the area of sex. I told him as a matter of fact I’d been feeling very aroused lately and I wanted to “play a trick” on my husband, just to teach him a lesson. Of course Butch had a reply that didn’t surprise me, not coming from him, he said, “I don’t care who watches us fuck, just so I can finally fuck you.” So, we set up a plan for that Saturday night, and then hung up. I remained wet and creamy all week long, all I could think about was having sex with someone new, and all of it unfolding before my husband’s eyes.

When Tony got home Friday afternoon and assumed his usual horizontal position on the sofa, I sat down and explained that I had made reservations at a motel on the outskirts of town for the following night, I thought we needed a night away and it was non-refundable, so he was coming. He tried to put up a fight, but nothing was going to stop my plans, it was all too close to happening now…

Cuckold Stories: The Benefits of Social Networks

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Working the late shift didn’t leave me a lot of personal time to do things in the normal daylight hours, so most everything I accomplished was done via online. Just like any red blooded male, whenever I logged on, I had to check out what the world of porn had to offer, what new strains of sexuality was out there being advertised and was it something that would fit the needs that I’ve felt for so very long. It’s hard to understand an itch that lies so beneath the surface that I’m not even sure what sort of title to give it, and there’s no way I could ever talk to anyone else about it, where would I begin and what would they think of me. So, I kept things to myself. But one night I created a profile on Facebook hoping to find some people who share the same interests so we could talk and discuss various movies and sites of interests.

Never using my real name of, Benjamin, I came up with something I thought was catchy and created a profile, joined several groups, read what others wrote there and checked their profile pictures. I closed the lid on my laptop and never realized what a journey these past few minutes had created for me. The next morning, over a cup of coffee I logged back on to Facebook and much to my surprise I had three messages! The first two were pretty much what I would call a standard response, “I like your profile, would you like to chat?” Yeah, ok, I won’t delete, I may be desperate one day, but it was the third that really grabbed me in areas that have never felt so stimulated. Her reply was this; “You are a worthless cuckold, you don’t deserve to have any say over your own body, and you certainly should never orgasm unless you’ve been given permission. Your only place in this world should be at my feet, catering to my needs.” I must have read this reply a hundred times before I went browsing the internet trying to find out more about the whole cuckold thing. I somehow ended up on cuckold.com website with many site reviews and after reading a bit more and checking the sites it finally seeped into my mind that the woman from facebook was exactly right, it was like she looked into my soul and found the person I’ve been ignoring, yes, I was a cuckold, finally, a name for it.

With my hands trembling I replied to the woman with a simple, “I’m a cuckold, at your command.” Within minutes she was back, she was again reaching inside of me and pulling forth the submissive side of my very being.

Her orders were easily understood, I didn’t question them and I certainly didn’t ignore them. The first thing I did was pick up the phone and call off work for the evening, I didn’t want anything to interrupt the plans she was making. I showered and left my apartment, driving 20+ miles to the address of the motel she gave me, I parked the car and waited in front of room 4 just like she said. About 5 minutes later this beautiful woman opened the door, she would have been a hot wife for anyone, but today she was going to be my ruler, I was going to succumb and be what she orders me to be.

I walked inside, shaking, nervous, excited and yes, hard. She pointed to a blank wall across from the king sized bed and ordered me to strip and stand in front of it. There was no hiding my erection, and she immediately noticed. Walking towards me with her long, auburn hair hanging loosely down the middle of her back, her stiletto heels cracking against the carpet with a thud that meant business, she looked me square in the eye and said, “Get as hard as you want, but if I see one drop of pre-cum dripping from that pathetic dick, you will leave immediately!”

The bathroom door opened and a naked man walked into the room, with a cock twice as large as mine he immediately took her in his arms and begin to passionately kiss her. I was confused for a moment, watching her be like this seductive kitten with him and yet be so extremely harsh with me, it was conflicting, but it was also arousing. She dropped to her knees, sucking his manhood to the root, fondling his balls and then raking her long, red painted nails down the side of his bare hips. He lifted her, walked her backwards to the bed and laid her back, lifting her long legs high into the air, all I could really see was the point to her heels and the muscles in the cheeks of his ass as he thrust deeply into her vaginal area. He was fucking her with a fury like I’d never seen, and even though my own cock was more aroused than ever, I would not allow that first drop of shiny spunk to be released. I actually broke into a sexual sweat holding back from wanting to grab my dick and shoot my own load. As this male stranger’s motion quickened, I could tell he was close, I could see his testicles from behind pulling up tight and suddenly he jerked his dick free from her vice gripping vaginal walls, spurting his cum all over her thick, swollen outer lips, allowing it to drip down her slit and cover her ass cheeks as well.

Once she caught her breath she looked at me with the coldness back in her eyes, ordering me to get a hot cloth for her lover, and I did, quickly, not wanting to disappoint her in any way. This is what I have always wanted, I wanted to be a cuckold and I was determined to be the best I could. Handing him the wet towel, I went to step back into my place, but instead she spread her thighs wider and ordered me to my knees, my job as her submissive cuckold was to know cleanse her with my mouth and tongue. I spent the next 30 minutes on my knees, licking up his cold cock juices, and I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.

Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion

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When I came home from work and told Julie that I had to go out of town for the weekend, a business trip, she looked a bit disgusted, but then I mentioned she was welcome to join me, and we could definitely use the time away together, just quiet, romantic moments to share between us. She smiled again and jumped at the chance, telling me she would shop for a couple new dresses the next day and have our bags packed and ready by early Friday morning, that way no rush on getting to the airport on time. Even though Julie and I had been having some marital issues for quite some time, neither of us really brought it up, thinking if we didn’t mention it, it didn’t really exist, so this weekend would be a great time to bring back our dating days and get a little wild.

As promised we were walking out our front door at 9am sharp, heading for the airport and then a couple of hours in the air would put us at our destination. My business was just an informal get together at the home of a man we were hoping to bring on board as one of our clients, he had money, a lot of it, and he was never selfish in rewarding those he thought was beneficial to him. So, on Saturday Julie would accompany me to the gala event and I was sure her beauty would sweep every man there off of their feet. Even though I loved what was inside of her, it was no secret that her outer beauty was the first thing to catch my attention. Her honey colored hair had a natural wave and curl to it that gave her the girl next door look, a few freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose and aqua colored eyes, definitely spoke volumes for her loveliness. From there it just continued with perfection, her waist was trim and curved in all the right places, her breasts were a desirable 34C, and she loved wearing bras with the nipples cut out, allowing her a bit of freedom while still having support was what she always said. Her legs were long, and her butt extremely tight, yes, I’d say I had myself on hot wife that most men would envy.

As our plane touched down we scrambled to get the carry on bags and then off to get the rest of our luggage. Mr. Spivey, the man we were trying to woo had sent a car for us, and even though we had made arrangements for a motel room, he insisted we stay at his mansion, a huge, sprawling estate that anyone could easily get lost in. For Julie and I, we were  bit disappointed because our plans had been for a bit of unruly actions over the next couple of days and now we felt as though we’ll have to tone down our plans.

Walking through the front door we were both in awe of our surroundings, everything was not only beautiful, but polished, shining and looking as though it must have cost a fortune. My Spivey was there to greet us, and I noticed he was giving Julie some lingering looks, the sort that show the excitement in his eyes and I wasn’t sure just how I felt about that. Even though I call him, Mr. Spivey, he’s actually only about eight years older than Julie and I, so definitely young enough to strike a chord for her, if she had been that type of hot wife.

After dinner we went into one of the formal living rooms for a drink and conversation, we had agreed no business discussions until tomorrow’s meeting, so it was just a social evening. Music lightly filtered through the air and Mr. Spivey asked if I would mind him dancing with my wife, not if she’s alright with it was the only response I could think of, after all, we were trying to woo him. He held her close….very close, and I knew underneath her dress she wore a bra that left her nipples exposed, I could see how much they had hardened and wondered what she was thinking. Her breasts are extremely sensitive and many times over the past few years of marriage I’ve brought her to an explosive orgasm just by licking and sucking on her nipples. He pressed hard against her, I could see her eyes starting to look a bit glazed and her hips were grinding back against his own in a special rhythm. I began to shift on the sofa a bit, thinking I might ask to cut in, but I didn’t want to offend him. Finally, after noticing his hands were wandering to the low cut of her back, then to the top of her tight ass, I decided to take back what belonged to me.

I stepped up to them both and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, smiling and said, “I think it’s my turn.” Much to my surprise his tone, expression and actions were completely different and he informed me that it would be Julie’s choice. I turned to my wife with a questioning look on my face, and all she could say was, “Ronnie dear, let me finish this dance and then we’ll have some time together.” So, feeling somewhat rejected and confused, I went back to the sofa and do my drink. That dance led into two more and then finally I saw them parting ways, he left the room and she came to sit next to me on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, was it from the exertion or the arousal? “Ronnie, I want to tell you something, and I want to make it quick, my mind is made up, so don’t try to change it.” “You and I have been having issues for a long time, we both know it, and this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt so excited and aroused, and I don’t want the feeling to stop. I’ve been whispering in Howard’s …err….Mr. Spivey’s ear that I could feel his throbbing huge cock pushing against me, and Ronnie, now I want to feel it inside of me.” With that she got up and left the room.

I sat with my mouth hanging open and wondering if that really happened. I took the last swallow of my drink and set out to find her. Going up the long staircase I could hear sounds from the room on the right, I opened the door and there was Julie, on the bed, on her knees and sucking his mammoth cock like a person that hasn’t had sex in years. Her jaws were stretched tightly around his width, she was forcing the inches into the back of her throat and all I could think was how she never went after my own dick with such passion. His hands were fondling, pulling, tugging and twisting her nipples and I could already see the clear pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, and pulling his cock from her lips she said, “Sit down, I want you to watch, that will turn me on.” At that moment I knew what it felt like to be a cuckold husband, and it happened so quickly, but apparently it was something that Julie has been thinking of for a long time, she was too comfortable with it.

Mr. Spivey turned to look at me and through his hard breathing he uttered, “Ron, if you want my contract, which will mean a huge boost for you up the corporate ladder, you’ll not only let me fuck your hot wife, but you’ll be a good cuckold and sit down like the lady said and watch us.” I don’t know if it was shock or selfishness, but I did as he said. I sat in the huge overstuffed chair next to the bed, watching his many thick and pulsating inches driving deeper and deeper into her sweet pussy hole.

As promised, I did get the contract, I was promoted and once a month we go back to see Mr. Spivey, courtesy of his own private jet and I sit, like a good cuckold husband, watching him banging my wife with a fornicating fury.