Someone asked me once when did I realize I have a cuckold fetish. Honestly? There were a few times in my early adult life where I watched girlfriends of mine get reluctantly fucked by perverted bastards. However, it never really occurred to me that it was a fetish. I mean after all, who doesn't like a good show? Even before we were married, there were a couple of times I watched my wife Bonnie being ravaged like a fuck meat in front of my eyes. I can honestly say, they were strokably satisfying. However, I'd always thought they were all part of the unmarried life. I mean even though we were dating, it didn't have the "finality" of a marriage so those were times where we could be a little wild and trying new things.
People without this fetish often think it is a joke or something and they retort to me that a husband could never enjoy watching his wife being fucked by other men. Originally, I had the same thought and I believed we both would be much more tamed once we got married. I've also heard that marriage isn't all that different than dating if you guys already established a solid relationship. However, boy, were they wrong, at least in my case. The very moment we got married and I saw her as my wife, I almost immediately became obsessed with the idea of watching her get wrecked and fucked out of her mind by other men.
I don't really have an answer for you, perhaps it is all just a very interesting psychological phenomenon. I can only confess that it makes me horny as fuck fantasizing my wife crying and struggling as men liberated her inner slut against her will. Does that make me a bad husband? To confess further, even when we were greeting guests during our own wedding reception, my heart was racing with fantasies of random guests pinning her struggling flesh on the table and fucking the shit out of her. I could hardly contain the bulge between my legs at the thought of her crying and begging them to stop, clinging on to any shred of dignity she had left in her newfound role of a wife.
Our first night together as husband and wife was wild and savage. She was very pleased, thinking I was so into the nuptial copulation. The truth, I was like a rabid animal, consumed by the thoughts of her being held down and fucked against her will by sadistic strangers. As I fantasized them feasting on her milky flesh while she whimpered and cried, the harder I pummeled my helpless bitch into our wedding bed.
This strange desire was even more unbearable during our vacations since I've always seen them as an escape from the normalcy of life. So naturally on these trips, I wanted more than just routine sex. This one time early in our marriage we went on a Caribbean cruise and the whole trip she strutted around in a bikini top and ripped jean shorts, teasing and taunting every man on deck with her firm toned body. During formal dinner nights, she would put on this silky soft red evening gown, showing off her side boobs, bare back, and her long legs through the side slit. All the eyes were on her, I even caught several elderly gentlemen staring blankly before their wives whack them back to reality. The more Bonnie acted like a slut, the more I fantasized men putting her in her place. I kept my legs closed through the whole dinner, trying to conceal my bulge at the thought of older men in tuxes violating this temptress whore on the grand piano in her slut dress.
Every time we fucked on that cruise, I always ended up shoving my fingers in her mouth and taunting her, "Don't you wish this was another hard cock? You know you want more cocks in you."
One time as she rode me cowgirl on the bed, I shoved my fingers both into her anus and her mouth before teasing her, "You want to be gangfucked, don't you? Confess it, cum whore!"
I almost thought I had her broken as she moaned and gasped while fucking me harder and harder. But still she replied, "No... I'm not a cum whore... I'm your wife!"
Eventually in the middle of the cruise, she became comfortable with my teasing but I was still not sure whether she took them as nothing more than playfulness. One time, spooning against her from the back as I rubbed her clit and fingered her mouth, I taunted her, "Are you a good wife? Will you do anything to please me?"
With her eyes closed and moaning to the thrusts, she whispered over my fingers, "Oh course baby... I would do anything to please you..."
"Anything?" I immediately asked, "Would you fuck another man if I asked?"
Groaning with a deep sultry moan, she whimpered, "No... not asked... but if you ordered..."
In a bit of surprise, I asked her again as I kept pumping her, "How about a woman? Would you fuck a woman to please me?"
What she said next sent me pumping madly as I came deep into her cunt, "Baby... I'd fuck a dog if it would please you."
Now granted, she was probably just teasing me especially with that last remark, but the whole thing just exacerbated my itch even more. For the rest of the day, I couldn't get it out of my mind. We took a shore leave at a local town and practically every chance I get, I would tease her, "Would you fuck that local boy there?" "Would you fuck that waitress?" etc... etc...
Each time she would reply back with a seductive voice, "Of course... anything to make you happy."
I was trying to figure out whether she was just teasing me or she actually meant it, but the more I tried, the more she just drove me insanely hornier and hornier. Eventually, she started teasing me too, such as when we visited an old church, "You would love to see that old priest bent my helpless body over the altar and ravage my pussy while I beg him to stop, wouldn't you?"
