A Resolution to Cuckold Her Husband - Part 1 (Patreon)

The first New Year’s resolution Keira ever wrote was a simple one: I resolve to fall in love.

She was 22 years old when she put her first resolution to paper and she wasn’t at all convinced it would come true.

It did, though. It came true by August, in fact. The lucky young man’s name was Colin, and he too was 22 years old.

Keira’s second New Year’s resolution – written the very next year – felt eminently attainable: I resolve to get engaged this year.

That resolution also came true. It took until October and happened on a beautiful trip to New York City, but the ring came. Colin fell to one knee in a beautiful part of Central Park and popped the question. Keira gleefully accepted.

Though future resolutions didn’t always come true, Keira was steadfast in writing them down. All it took was for her first two to come true to establish a lifelong trust that there was a certain kind of magic in putting her desires into words.

It was because of that faith that Keira had a smile on her face when she woke up on January 1, 2020. She rolled onto her side to see her husband sleeping peacefully. She thought of the decision she’d made, of the resolution she was going to commit to paper that morning. She thought of how much Colin was going to enjoy it. She couldn’t help but smile.

Keira stepped into the warm, fuzzy pink slippers that rested on the floor and shuffled out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. She flipped on the coffee maker and the familiar sound of her morning dose of caffeine being prepared filled the air.

Keira smiled as she walked down the hallway and into the office. She pulled a sheet of high quality resume paper from a drawer, grabbed a pen, and wrote in big letters: 2020 New Years Resolutions. She underlined it for emphasis.

Always a believer in keeping things simple and succinct where resolutions were concerned, Keira wrote only one thing: I resolve to cuckold my husband.

Keira stood up, admired her work, and smiled. She grabbed the sheet of paper, walked back to the kitchen and affixed the resolution to the refrigerator with a magnet.

Filled with a sense of purpose, Keira poured a cup of coffee, popped open the laptop she’d left on the kitchen table the night before, and pulled up a handful of sites she’d been using for research into her resolution.

Keira smiled as she heard Colin coming down the stairs. He was about to discover her intention to make their shared fantasy a reality.

“Happy New Year,” Keira said as she raised her coffee cup and took a sip.

Colin smiled, ran a hand through his messy hair, and said, “Happy New Year to you, my beautiful wife.”

He moved across the kitchen and pulled a mug from the shelf. He filled it almost all the way to the top – as he always did – and then moved towards the refrigerator to retrieve the half and half.

Colin stopped with his hand on the door handle. He was staring at the sheet of paper. He was staring at Keira’s New Year’s resolution.

He turned and looked at her. Keira smiled.

“Is this real?” he asked.

“You know how I feel about New Year’s resolutions, honey,” she replied.  “Of course it’s real.”

A blank stare was all he could muster. It seemed like he was still trying to process the information.

“Is this really real?” he asked.

Keira pulled a chair next to hers and gently patted it. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Colin shuffled across the kitchen floor. It was as if his brain couldn’t muster a strong enough signal to get him to take full steps.

Keira clicked on the Chrome tab open to Fetlife. She clicked on her inbox and scrolled down a list of dozens of messages.

“These are all men that want to fuck your wife,” she said.

Colin leaned closer and stared at the screen. “Really?”

“I put up an ad,” Keira explained. “I said I was a 32 year old blonde looking to become a hotwife. I said my husband was eager to be cuckolded. I said I wanted someone safe, sane, fit, and blessed with a nice big cock to fuck me. I said I was looking to experience something my husband couldn’t provide me and that we were both looking to spice up our sex life in the hottest way we could imagine.”

Keira looked at her husband. He’d ceased staring at the screen. He was staring at her. He also had an obvious erection making a modest-sized tent in his pajama pants.

“I thought it was just a fantasy?” Colin asked. “I thought you were never going to actually go through with it?”

“I thought so too,” Keira explained. “I changed my mind.” She reached out and took Colin’s hand in hers. “I’m pretty sure we’d both be okay if our sex life never changed. I’m also pretty sure we’d both like it to be better, and I’m pretty sure we’re both at a point where we agree that me fucking someone else is definitely one way to make it better.”

Colin squeezed her hand and smiled.

“Is it safe to assume you’re hard because you like that I put up an ad and you like that so many guys responded to it? Aren’t you getting excited thinking about me fucking one of those guys?” Keira asked.

Colin nodded.

Keira lifted her butt off the seat and slid her little pajama shorts down. She took her husband’s hand and placed it between her legs. She pressed his fingers against her cotton panties.

“Can you feel that?” she asked.

Colin nodded. “You’re wet.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve been wet since I woke up. I’m wet because I’m thinking about the exact same things you are. I’m thinking about cuckolding you.”

Colin rubbed his fingers over her panties. Keira moaned in response to the genuine pleasure. She considered letting him make her cum, but pulled his fingers away.

“How long have you been planning this?” Colin asked.

“I’ve been thinking about it for months, but I’ve only been planning it for a few weeks. I’ve already gone through all the messages. I deleted the worthless ones – which was most of them, to be honest – and all that’s left are the guys that actually seem serious. There are two dozen of them. I figured we could have a little fun with it,” she explained.

“Fun?” Colin asked.

Keira reached out and grabbed Colin’s cock through his pajamas. She stroked him and he groaned, making her smile.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to go through the messages and check out the profiles of these guys? Wouldn’t you enjoy looking at the big cocks that might fuck your wife? Wouldn’t you find it insanely hot to fantasize about one of these guys filling me, stretching me, and making me cum?”

For a moment, Keira thought Colin might cum in his pants. The look on his face was similar to looks she’d seen during the two years they’d been fantasizing about cuckolding. She’d seen that look when describing the pleasure she’d find in having someone else’s cock inside her. She’d seen it when telling Colin about how she would love to have a truly big cock in her pussy.

He’d probably seen the same look on her face as he whispered cuckold-fueled fantasies into her ear while rubbing her clit. He’d probably seen that joy on her face when he pleasured her with a big toy and talked her through a fantasy cuckold experience of being taken by a strong, dominant man that would show her a kind of deeply satisfying sexual joy he’d never provided.

“Yes,” Colin finally said, “that would be insanely hot.”

“Do you want to have your morning coffee, or should we take my laptop to the bedroom and get started right away?” Keira asked.

“This is so much better than coffee,” Colin said as he stood up, picked up her laptop, and rushed upstairs to the bedroom.

Keira giggled as she scampered after him. She felt like she was 22 again, like she was about to explore something entirely new and totally thrilling. She and Colin were embarking on an adventure together and she couldn’t wait.

Colin yanked the covers back and leapt into the bed. Keira cuddled up next to him as he rested the laptop on his thighs, leaving just enough room for his cock to be freed from his pants when the time came.

“You’ve read all of these?” Colin asked.

“I have,” Keira said. “I wanted to see if any of the guys were serious or if they were all just losers looking for a jerk off fantasy. It turns out that most of the messages were from losers, but a small selection seem entirely genuine.”

“Does it matter which one I start with?” Colin asked.

“Why don’t you start at the top?”

Colin clicked the first message. It read:

Hey there. Your profile pic is sexy as hell and I like that you don’t seem interested in fucking around. You want to get right to the point, which I like, so I’ll do the same. I’ve got 10 thick inches to please you with, I can go as long as you need, and I’ve had experience with cuckold couples before so I’m fine if your husband wants to watch or even participate a little. Check out my profile for pics and more info on me.

“What did you use for your profile pic?” Colin asked.

“Why don’t you find out,” Keira said.

Colin visited Keira’s profile page and found an image of her in a black lace teddy. She’d shot it from a low angle and cropped it to make sure her face wasn’t included.

“He’s right. That’s sexy as hell,” Colin said.

Keira reached out and gently massaged Colin’s still-hard cock as she said, “Why don’t you visit his profile?”

Colin smiled and hurriedly made his way back to the message and to the sender’s profile. He brought up the picture gallery and clicked the first shot that featured a dick.

“Wow,” Colin said.

“I know,” Keira added as she looked at the picture and stroked her husband’s cock. “Can you imagine watching that thing slide in and out of my pussy?”

“I’m already doing it,” Colin admitted.

Keira slipped her hand into Colin’s pajamas and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked the stiff, smooth shaft and he moaned.

“Would it be terrible to admit that I’ve had more than a few orgasms while reading these messages and browsing these profiles?” Keira asked. “I just can’t help myself. I look at those pictures and I get so turned on. It’s so much different than looking at porn. I mean, those are real guys. Those are real cocks. Those are men that want to fuck me. All I’d have to do is send a message and I could have one of those cocks inside me.”

“Fuck, Keira, you’re gonna make me cum,” Colin said.

Clearly, it wasn’t terrible of her to admit that she’d been masturbating while fantasizing about cuckolding him.

Keira released her husband’s cock and played with his balls instead. “Read the next message,” she said.

Colin’s breathing slowed as he moved back to her inbox and clicked the next message. It was a little longer than the first:

The first time would be in a beautiful hotel room. It would be just you and me, though your husband could be in the room next store if you wanted. You’d be dressed in something sexy – perhaps the black lingerie in your profile picture – and you’d be waiting in the bed when I arrived. We’d have spent a week or two indulging in dirty texting and a few naughty phone conversations, so we’d both be out of our minds with desire for each other.

I’d enter the room and wait at the foot of the bed. You’d crawl towards me with hunger in your eyes. You’d reach out, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock. You’d take me in your mouth. I’d watch it stretch your pretty lips as I reached down and caressed your hair. I’d tell you what a good cocksucker you were being for me. You’d feel how hard you were making me.

I’d strip as you sucked my cock. You’d stop when your desire became too overwhelming. You’d get on your back and spread your legs. You’d watch me climb between them and pull the lace aside. You’d moan as I ate your perfect pussy until you were begging me to fuck you.

I’d slide into your tight, wet married pussy as we kissed. I’d take it nice and slow so you had time to get used to my size. I’d wait with my cock buried inside you. I’d make you beg me to fuck you. I’d make you tell me how badly you needed my cock. I’d make you admit your desperation before I finally fucked you.

Then, of course, I’d make you cum as many times as you could handle. I’d make sure you didn’t leave that hotel room until you were completely satiated. I’d make sure you forgot your husband’s name for a few hours. Only then would I relent and take my pleasure by cumming.

That would be the first time. It would get better from there, I promise. I hope to hear from you soon,

Dan

Keira let it play out in her mind as she read the message. She could practically feel his big cock throbbing in her mouth. She could feel him eating her pussy. She could feel him sliding into her cunt. She could imagine herself being so insane with desire that she would beg him to fuck her. She could imagine forgetting Colin’s name for a few hours.

Colin put the laptop aside and pulled Keira’s hand from his pants. He rolled onto his side and kissed his wife as his fingers moved into her panties.

“You’re even wetter than before,” he said.

“Of course I am,” Keira replied as Colin’s fingers disappeared inside her. “His little fantasy made me wet. I was thinking about getting fucked so good that I could forget your name for a few hours.”

Colin worked her clit while fingering her, which always brought Keira such pleasure.

“Would you do what he said? Would you beg for him to fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes, I would,” Keira said. “I’d completely let myself go in that situation. I’d embrace the passion of the moment and beg him to fuck me until I had the best orgasm of my life.”

Colin kissed her. Keira sucked on his tongue as he fingered her pussy. She felt the pleasure building between her legs. She decided to embrace the passion of the moment happening in her bedroom.

“Oh Dan!” Keira moaned. “Please, fuck me. Please give me your big cock. Please pound my tight little married pussy. Please stretch me out with your fat dick and make me cum. Please show me what I’ve been missing!”

She arched her back as the fantasy came alive in her head. Colin moaned as he worked her pussy faster with his fingers. Keira could hear the sounds of wetness emerging from between her legs.

“That’s it, Dan. Fill me. Fuck me. Pound me. Give me that big cock. Show me how much better you are than my husband. Cuckold him. Fuck my married pussy and cuckold my husband!”

The pleasure flowed through Keira’s body as she had a screaming orgasm. Colin kept his fingers inside her and provided the slightest bit of pressure to her clit. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of sexual joy moved through it.

Colin kissed her softly and asked, “Was that as good for you as it seemed?”

“It was,” Keira replied. “But it will be even better when I’m actually cuckolding you. If your fingers make me feel that good, imagine how hot it’s going to be when it’s some else’s big dick sliding in and out of me.”

“I can’t wait,” Colin said. “I really can’t. I want you to cuckold me.”

Keira smiled. “I will,” she said. “For now you’ll have to settle for a blowjob.”

She pulled down his pajama pants and wrapped her lips around his cock. The one good thing about having a husband with an average dick was that blowjobs were nice and easy.

“Fuck, Keira, that’s incredible,” Colin said.

“Read the story again,” she instructed. “Read it while I suck your dick. You can cum in my mouth.”

Colin picked up the computer and read the short story Dan had written. It wasn’t long before he unloaded his cum in Keira’s mouth. She happily swallowed. She loved the idea of her husband having an orgasm while thinking of someone else fucking her. It aroused her now more than ever. Keira was going to make her New Year’s resolution a reality, and she wasn’t going to wait until summer.

Colin would be a cuckold before long.