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“It’ll just be sex, right?”

You asked that question countless times before your wife cuckolded you for the first time. You were worried that she’d leave you. You’d read disastrous stories of guys getting to live out their cuckold fantasy only for it to end in divorce. You didn’t want to be one of those guys.

“Of course,” your wife said. “I love you, honey.”

Her answer was almost always some version of that and you knew she meant it every time. She had no intention of developing feelings for someone. She was willing to try out your fantasy and have sex with someone else, but she was on board for it being purely sexual.

You were nervous, but you figured there was very little actual risk of her falling for someone else. You and your wife were happy. It wasn’t the kind of marriage where she was obviously miserable and would look for any opportunity to get out. No, you had a good marriage. You were just going to spice it up a little.

Then she cuckolded you for the first time. It happened at a hotel. You weren’t invited to watch. She wasn’t comfortable with that. She thought she’d have trouble really letting go and enjoying the sex.

She left your house in a little black dress, stockings, high heels, and a very sexy lingerie set. She came home with the stockings in her purse and her panties nowhere in sight.

“He wanted to keep them,” she said with a smile. “He said I could have them back the next time we saw each other.”

“I guess that means it was good,” you said.

The look she gave you answered your question. It was the kind of look someone gives when they take their first bite of the best dessert they’ve ever had. It was a look of pure pleasure. She was, for just a moment, flashing back to the sex she’d had with the other man and you could see on her face that it had been exceptionally good.

“Good doesn’t begin to describe it,” your wife said.

She approached you and offered her hand. You took it and she led you to the bedroom. She undressed and you joined her in getting naked. You climbed in the bed and your wife wrapped her fingers around your hard cock and stroked you as she shared the details.

She gave you a lusty account of the fun she’d had that night. She told you that he fucked her twice and that she climaxed four separate times. She told you that the sex was incredible in every way.

She managed to draw things out enough to share most of the details before you climaxed. You’d received your first cuckold handjob. You were just as happy as your wife was.

You were all over her the next few days. You couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she’d fucked someone else. It was on your mind at work. It was on your mind at home.

Thankfully, your wife was happy to play. You had sex with her the next day. Foreplay was her telling you about him. It was her describing how his cock felt as it slipped inside her. It was her describing how hard he made her cum.

You felt your first bit of cuckold angst when you fucked her. You were thoroughly aroused and you came hard, but you couldn’t stop thinking that she would rather have been with him. She hadn’t come right out and said it, but you knew he fucked her better than you did. You knew she enjoyed the sex with him more than she enjoyed the sex with you.

She saw him again a week after her first date. They met at the hotel again. You stayed at home again.

This time she stayed the night. It wasn’t planned, but then she sent a text saying she was going to spend the night with him so they could play for as long as they wanted. She didn’t give you a choice. She simply said it was going to happen.

She came home the next morning in the same outfit she’d left in. She took you to the bedroom. She told you about how he’d fucked her before they checked out. She told you about how they’d gone through an entire box of condoms during their overnight stay. She told you about how he’d fucked her to countless orgasms.

A question popped into your head as you approached your orgasm. You knew the answer. Your wife had been fairly clear without actually saying the words. You asked the question.

“Does he fuck you better than I do?”

“Yes, honey. He does,” your wife said.

You groaned. You climaxed. Your wife cleaned up your cum and gave you a kiss.

“I love you,” she said. “I do. I love you madly. He is better, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you for him, okay? I don’t want you worrying about that. If anything, I love you more for being the one to suggest that I find someone else to fuck. It’s been an incredible experience. Truly.”

“I love you too,” you said before your wife excused herself to take a shower.

They started texting after that first overnight. You’d walk into the room and find your wife immersed in her phone, usually with a mildly lusty look on her face.

It didn’t worry you, though. Why would it? It was fun, in fact. The second time you walked in your wife texting him she pulled off her shorts, spread her legs, and invited you between them.

“Would you like to eat my pussy while I send him dirty texts?” she asked.

You nodded and crawled between her legs. You pulled aside her surprisingly sexy black lace panties and used your tongue to pleasure her as she texted the man that had captivated her with his cock.

“That’s good, baby. That’s so good,” she said.

You made her cum while she sexted with another man. She was thinking of his cock while you were eating his pussy. She was wishing he was inside her and you were the one tending to her clit. It thrilled you. Of course it did.

Their third date was at his house. Your wife packed a little bag with a toothbrush and a few things that would make staying the night easier. This time it was planned.

She sent you a picture. It was his cock inside her. She was on her back with her legs spread. He was halfway inside her.

The caption was: “He’s only halfway inside me and he’s already deeper than you ever get.”

You came to that picture. You jerked off while thinking about your wife getting fucked by another man. You stroked as you thought about how good he was making her feel. You came as you thought about it.

Your wife came home the next day. A little later this time. It was mid afternoon by the time she returned.

She pushed you onto the couch and pulled off your shorts. She stripped in front of you. She didn’t say a word.

She sat on your cock and took you inside her. You felt her wetness. “He fucked me right before I left,” she said. “I’m still wet from it.”

You came inside her. Your wife smiled and kissed you. “I love that you cum so quickly when I’ve been with him,” she said.

It wasn’t until before their sixth date – they saw each other once a week – that things really changed.

“Can we talk?” your wife asked a few days prior to the date.

“Of course,” you replied.

You sat on the couch together. She reached out and caressed your leg. You saw a look of concern on her face. You knew she was going to bring up something she wasn’t sure you’d be okay with.

“I’ve invited him to spend the night here,” she said.

Outside of being mildly surprised, your immediate reaction was arousal. You couldn’t help it. You were thrilled at the notion of another man spending the night in your bed, fucking your wife. It felt like a cuckold dream come true.

“I hope it’s okay that I’m totally into that,” you said.

Your wife smiled. It was that giddy smile. You’d made her happy. She kissed you.

“There’s something else,” she said.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be okay,” you replied.

“We’re going to have unprotected sex,” your wife said. “He’s been tested. He’s totally clean. I am too, and since I’m on the pill I told him that he could cum inside me.”

Again you were aroused. You couldn’t help it. It had been a few days since you’d cum and anything having to do with cuckolding was a surefire way to get you going.

This time, you offered your answer by kissing your wife. Her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out. She welcomed your desire. She unzipped your pants. She stroked your cock.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes,” you replied as pleasure spread through your loins.

“You like that he’s going to cum inside me, don’t you?” she said.

She knew the answer. Your erection was confirmation.

“Yes, I want him to cum inside you. I want him to cum in my wife,” you said.

Your wife kissed your neck. “He’s going to, baby. He’s going to cum inside me over and over this weekend. He’s going to have me as many times as he wants me.”

You came in her hand. Your cum spilled over her fingers as she kissed your neck and whispered about how another man was going to cum inside her. You felt pure cuckold bliss.

Your wife sends you out shopping on the day of her date. You pick up groceries, alcohol, and toilet paper for the guest bathroom, which you’ll be using that very night as another man sleeps in your bed and enjoys the use of the master bathroom.

His car is already in your driveway when you return. He’s already on your couch when you step into the house. Your wife is already in his lap. They don’t seem to notice you.

It’s in that moment that you get your first inkling that your wife’s relationship with him is about more than sex. They’re not having sex. They’re not even fooling around. They’re connecting. He’s touching her. She’s touching him. They’re sharing soft, sensual kisses. They’re more than lovers.

You don’t step into the room. You know you should, but you wait. “I missed you so much,” your wife says. Her words sting a little, but you feel arousal too. You can’t help it.

“I missed you too,” he says as he pulls off her blouse and runs his fingers up the soft, exposed skin of her back.

They kiss and it quickly becomes something more than sensual. He unhooks her bra and his hands move to her breasts. She moans into his mouth as she begins to grind in his lap.

“I need you,” your wife says.

Her expression of desire feels more than sexual. It feels deeper than that.

“I want to see you more often,” he says. “I need to see you more often. Once a week isn’t enough for me.”

You watch her hands move down his chest as she scoots back. You hear her unzip his pants.

“It’s not enough for me either,” she says.

They kiss as she strokes his cock. He moans into her mouth. She moans into his. She has one hand working his erection and the other moving through the hair on the back of his neck. It’s a sensual, sexy sight and you can’t look away.

“I’m falling for you,” he says.

Your wife flashes a bright smile. She kisses him, though this time it’s soft and sensual.

“I’m falling for you too,” she says.

You know she’s broken the promise she made to you. You know you should be mad. You know this isn’t the first time she’s realizing this. You know she probably knew it was going to happen after the first time she was with him.

You’re not mad, though. A small part of you is hurt, but it’s overwhelmed by the part of you that’s turned on. You wish you weren’t. You wish you were just mad. That’s what you want to be. You’re not, though. You can’t be.

“Stay the whole weekend,” your wife says.

“What about your husband?” he replies.

“He’ll be okay with it,” she says. “Trust me. I know him. He won’t fight me on it, especially if we let him watch once.”

You know immediately that she’s right. She wouldn’t even have to let you watch. You’ll let him stay the weekend. Knowing that your wife is so enamored with another man that she wants him to spend the weekend with her is enough to thrill you. It’s enough to arouse you for months, let alone two days.

Your wife moans and throws her head back. He’s inside her. You know he is.

“You feel so good,” she says. “I can’t get enough of this. I can’t get enough of you.”

Your wife rides him as he plays with her tits. They kiss. He squeezes her ass. You watch. You see it all. You see the proof that it’s more than sex.

“Cum inside me,” she says. “Cum inside me.”

They make love on your couch. Your wife and another man have sensual, unprotected sex on your couch while you watch from your hiding spot.

Eventually, he cums inside her. He gives her what she wants. They both experience beautiful, deeply-connected orgasms.

You make your way to the kitchen without being seen. You put away the groceries. You bring the toilet paper to the guest bathroom.

It’s more than sex. Now it’s clear that it was always destined to be more than sex. Of course it was.

You’re not going to do anything about it. You can’t. You don’t want to. You want your wife to pursue her desires. You want her to embrace whatever feelings she has for the other man in her life. It turns you on too much to say no.

Your wife is standing at the guest bedroom door when you emerge from the bathroom. She’s naked. You can see a little bit of cum dripping from her pussy.

“You saw us, didn’t you?” she asks.

You nod.

Your wife steps into the room. You walk towards her. She pulls you into an embrace.

“Thank you,” she says.

“It’s my pleasure,” you answer. “Trust me.” She hugs you tighter. “And if there’s anything I can do for you this weekend, just let me know.”

She gives you a soft kiss on the lips and smiles. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you too.”

Your wife lets you go and leaves the room. She leaves you to be with the other man. She leaves you to let her feelings for him continue to develop. Your cock is hard. You’re filled with joy. It makes you happy.