My wife Liz had been cuckolding me for almost 2 years. It was slow by some standards, but I no longer considered myself to be a "wanna-be" so I had a positive outlook on all new things as we learned and explored the dynamic that was nothing short of spectacular.
It started when she got propositioned while we were on vacation in Paris. She was a little upset about it, but also proud of the fact that she still had what it took to keep a younger man's eye.
I came clean that night, and as I kept feeding her wine, she pretended to understand how I felt, and why. I remember telling her, "Where things go from here is entirely up to you, but I am not threatened by your decision no matter which path you choose. I love you deeply, trust you completely and ALL I want is for you to be happy, content, satisfied, and to feel the freedom needed to explore as much or as little as you desire."
We touched on the subject the next morning, talked briefly that afternoon, and then there was a serious line of "what ifs" and similar questions that night.
Thanks to my reluctance to bring this up, and continued fantasizing about her moving forward with this kind of thing, I had studied (memorized) the Q & A forums from several well written articles on this subject.
I am not the type of man that brags, but I did speak intelligently on the topic for almost 4 hours the first night, and responded honestly throughout the day that followed.
Then there was a long silence, and a period of time where we talked about anything but sex.
She picked at her dinner that evening.
Then, around 9pm the next night, she was slipping on a very short black dress and headed to the lobby to meet the younger man that had propositioned her earlier in the week.
Underneath, she wore a sheer bra that was extremely low cut, and a black pair of thong panties. Black heels, and (of course) her wedding band.
She returned to our room about 1 am. Her hair was a mess. Her lipstick had been rubbed off, and her panties were in her purse.
I was anxious the entire time she was gone. Excited beyond reason, and hopeful that this "kid" would be a good enough lover that I would not have to encourage her to go out with him again.
She closed the door and I sprang up out of bed. I had a million questions, but the priority was to make sure she had a good time.
As I sat up, I got out of bed and embraced her. She hugged me tightly.
"I need a shower." she whispered.
I nodded.
She rinsed off quickly and returned in a towel.
As she draped the towel over a chair, I asked, "How to you feel?"
"Cheap." she replied sharply.
She laid down in bed, turned away from me.
I responded, "I am proud of you. Its a huge step and a leap of faith all in one move, and you took it. I love you."
"I feel like a whore." she said away from me.
I was quiet.
She rolled over and faced me. "A whore that just had a really great time." she bragged.
"Really?" I asked surprised and shocked.
"YES... it was VERY intimidating at first. I thought I should be honest and up front with him, so I told him that I was married." she explained.
I turned on a dim bedside light. "What did he say?" I asked eagerly.
"He said that he knew that I was married, and that if I was willing to meet with him, he would exercise the utmost discretion."
"FUCK YES." I shouted inside of my head.
She was clearly too excited to go to sleep right away, so I encouraged her to tell all to me.
"We met in the hotel lobby. He was just paying his bar tab and getting ready to leave when I caught his eye. I waved to him and he approached me. It was not very crowded, so we moved to a corner table and talked a little while. We had a couple of glasses of wine, then went upstairs to his room." she started.
I watched and listened to her explain in detail.
"We started making out on the couch in his room. He got my dress off of me, and I got his shirt off before we moved into the bedroom. He slid my panties off of me ever so gently. He pushed my thighs apart and went down on me." she explained.
She paused. I think she was a little embarrassed at this point.
"Go on, I want to hear everything." I encouraged her.
"I came almost instantly, right in his mouth. It was very intense. Stronger than when we have sex. My knees were shaky. He felt so good doing what he was doing to me. I held his head in place and he kept licking me for two more orgasms." she confessed. "Sorry Dear."
"Awesome." I said, being supportive like a best friend.
"He stood up and started to take his pants off and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I pulled his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. I made him moan. His hands were so gentle, and he held my hair out of my face as I worked up and down his thick shaft." she continued. "At first, I told myself I was NOT going to do anything like that, but I wanted to return the favor, and show him some appreciation."
"Of course." I said in gest.
She blushed a little bit, and I realized I was too close to crossing a line.
I was even MORE worked up just imagining the scene as she described it to me.
"That did not last too long, then he pushed me back and kissed my neck and shoulders. I reached down between his legs and used the head of his cock to rub my clit. I was just about ready to have another orgasm that way when he straightened his arms and lowered his hips." she said.
Again she paused, a little reluctant to continue.
"It took a while to get things where they needed to go, if you know what I mean." she confessed.
"So he was bigger than me?" I asked.
"Yes, a lot bigger around than you." she admitted.
My cock twitched under the sheet. She saw it move but said nothing.
She cleared her throat. "He was very patient. I thought it was just nerves, so I kept apologizing. He reassured me that it was okay." she concluded.
