Discovering Her Husband’s Cuckold Cravings – Part 1 (Patreon)

“What’s wrong?” Isabelle asked as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and rested her hands on Nathan’s chest. “It seems like you’re not close? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no,” Nathan said as he caressed her arms. “You’re beautiful and your pussy feels fantastic. It really does. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Isabelle had been on top and working Nathan’s cock for a solid five minutes and it didn’t seem like he was close to an orgasm. She wasn’t entirely sure he was even enjoying himself.

“Is something on your mind? Is something going on at work?” she asked.

It’s not like it was the first time in their five years of marriage that the sex hadn’t been spectacular, but that almost always happened when Isabelle was the one to initiate. Nathan wasn’t inclined to say no, even if he wasn’t really in the mood, so sometimes she got hers and he didn’t seem all that interested in his orgasm. This was different, though. He’d been the one to initiate sex today. He’d seemed so interested. He’d asked her to get on top. Now it seemed like he wished it was over.

“No, it’s not…no, nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry,” Nathan said as he looked away.

“Is there something I can do?” Isabelle asked. “I want to make you feel good, Nathan. I do. I want you to have an orgasm. I got to have one. It only seems fair that you get to have one too.”

Nathan looked at her and there was a momentary look of hopefulness that faded just as quickly as it arrived.

“What is it?” Isabelle asked. “I saw that look. You had something in mind. Just say it.”

It felt like an odd conversation to have while he was still inside her, but Isabelle wasn’t willing to relent. She wasn’t willing to let them have bad sex when it seemed like Nathan knew how it could be good for him.

“Well, you could…” he started, but again he faded. He seemed genuinely nervous, like he was certain Isabelle was going to reject his request.

“Nathan, just say it,” Isabelle implored him. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Dirty talk,” Nathan blurted out.

It was the first time she’d heard her husband mention the concept of dirty talk. The sex had always been good between them, but their verbal expressions of pleasure were mostly constrained to sensual moans that always seemed to get a little louder and faster as they both approached their climaxes.

“Dirty talk?” Isabelle asked as she grappled with a surprising sense of insecurity. She’d never been with a guy that liked dirty talk. It was completely new territory for her. “Do you mean, like, talking about how good your cock feels or how badly I want you to fuck me? Or, like, begging you to fuck me harder or cum inside me?”

Nathan looked deeply uncomfortable and Isabelle felt suddenly and overwhelmingly embarrassed. Did she misinterpret what he’d asked for? Was there some other kind of dirty talk that she didn’t know about? Had he been watching some kind of very specific porn and now he was expecting her to be well-versed in some sort of weird sexual language she knew nothing about.

Nathan must have recognized her vulnerability as he pulled Isabelle into a hug. He ran his fingers through her hair and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re wonderful, Isabelle. You really are. You’re perfect.”

There was a part of her that wanted to let it go. Nathan’s embrace felt warm and comfortable and she wanted to forget about what he’d said, climb off of him, and cuddle up for a while as they talked about what they were going to do that weekend.

Isabelle wasn’t that kind of woman, though. She couldn’t let it go. Nathan had something specific in mind and if she could provide him with what she needed, Isabelle was going to do it. It might end up being uncomfortable or embarrassing, but she was going to at least try to give her husband what he needed. She’d seen what happened to marriages where someone got bored or sank into a deep sense of dissatisfaction. It never ended well.

“You have to tell me, Nathan,” Isabelle said as she sat up again. “Even if it’s weird, you have to tell me. Now that I know you want something that I’m not giving you I’m not going to stop thinking about it until you tell me, so you have to. You have to just spill it. I promise I won’t judge you even if it’s weird. It’s possible I won’t understand it, but you just have to spill it.”

“It’s the opposite of the kind of dirty talk you were talking about,” he said.

“The opposite? What does that mean?” she asked.

Nathan held her gaze and a sense of deep vulnerability washed over his face. Isabelle could tell he was trying to figure out a way to share something that made him feel a little bit scared. He was worried she was going to think less of him.

“Nathan, honey, I can’t give you what you need if you don’t share it with me. I know it would be better if I could read your mind, but I can’t. I guess we could just let this go, but wouldn’t it be better if I gave you what you needed? Wouldn’t it be better if we started having sex again and you actually came inside me?” Isabelle asked.

“Yes, that would be better,” Nathan admitted.

“So tell me. Explain it to me,” she said.

“I know it probably sounds crazy, but I want to hear about how my dick doesn’t feel all that good inside you. I want to hear about how my dick isn’t big enough. I want to hear about how sex with me isn’t anywhere near as satisfying as it could be,” Nathan explained.

Isabelle wasn’t sure it sounded crazy, but Nathan’s desire was certainly unexpected and more than a little confusing. She couldn’t quite fathom why a man would want to hear those sorts of things from his wife. It ran counter to everything she knew about men, most of whom were incredibly sensitive about their size and skill in bed. Even a hint of a comment like Nathan wanted to hear would put a quick end to a sexual encounter in most cases.

“But it does feel good,” Isabelle protested, largely out of confusion. “And it is big enough.”

“But it’s not big,” Nathan said.

“Well, no, it’s not big,” Isabelle replied. “It’s perfectly fine, though.”

Nathan smiled and reached up to pull Isabelle’s lips to his for a kiss. It was like she’d flipped a switch on his desire.

“Say it again,” he said. “Please.”

Isabelle was a long way from understanding why her husband would want to hear that his cock wasn’t big, but she understood his arousal. They’d been together long enough for that to be obvious.

She moaned for him, kissed his neck, and said, “Your cock isn’t big, baby. It’s not big at all.”

Nathan groaned and grabbed her ass as he pumped his cock into her pussy with remarkable speed.

His desire imbued Isabelle with a newfound sense of confidence and she decided to go a step further. “I’ve had bigger,” she whispered. “Much bigger.” It had the benefit of being true. She didn’t remember the bigger guys providing a measurably better sexual experience, but it was clear that Nathan didn’t care about that.

“Fuck…Isabelle,” he said.

She recognized the tone of his voice. She knew he was about to cum. Drive by a desire to make her husband climax, Isabelle stepped a little further into unknown territory. “I wish you were bigger,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” Nathan cried out before cumming inside her.

Isabelle sat up and smiled at the sheer pleasure on her husband’s face. It was difficult to be certain, but it seemed like he was having a far more satisfying orgasm than usual. The idea that a few words was all it took to provide that kind climax made her feel oddly powerful, like she’d suddenly discovered a way to make Nathan happier than he’d ever been before.

“Was that good?” Isabelle asked with genuine curiosity when Nathan finally opened his eyes.

“It was so much better than good,” he said. “Was it weird for you?”

Again that vulnerable look returned. It seemed like he was nervous and Isabelle could understand why. He’d just confessed a desire for something most men would have hated.

“Not at all,” she answered. It was, in fact, a little weird, but there was no reason to say that. The end result had been quite thrilling. Isabelle had so many questions, but asking them right after Nathan had climaxed seemed like a bad idea. She resolved to wait until he wasn’t in that vulnerable post-orgasmic headspace before trying to pry into his desires.

It wasn’t until a few days later that Isabelle brought it up. She was dressed in a hoodie and leggings and he was in shorts and a t-shirt as they relaxed on the couch watching HGTV. There wasn’t a hint of intimacy in the air, which made it seem like a safe time to ask a few questions about Nathan’s recently-revealed desires.

Isabelle opened the conversation with a simple question. “Can I ask you something? About the other night?”

“Sure,” Nathan said, though she saw a hint of apprehension on his face.

“How long have you wanted…well, that kind of thing? I mean, has it always been the kind of thing you wanted me to say?” she asked. It was the question that had leapt to mind that night and Isabelle hadn’t been able to shake it. There was something about her husband hiding his desire for more than half a decade that she found disconcerting.

“No, I haven’t always wanted it,” Nathan replied as he looked away. “I’m not sure I could pinpoint exactly when I discovered that it turned me on. I feel like it just sort of happened, you know?”

“I hope it’s not too annoying if I say that I really don’t know,” Isabelle said.

Nathan laughed. “No, it’s not annoying at all. I guess I’m saying that it feels like it developed over time. There was a point where I didn’t think about dirty talk at all. The sex we had was everything I wanted. Then…”

Isabelle waited, but Nathan didn’t seem inclined to finish his thought. She moved a little closer, took his hand in hers, and asked, “Then what? What happened?”

“Well, I just…I stumbled across some stuff online. It was a couple years ago so I don’t really remember the specific site, but I found some stuff that was about the kind of thing I asked you to talk about the other night and it really, really turned me on.” He took a deep breath and finally looked into Isabelle’s eyes. “It turned me on enough that it was actually a little scary. It was just different from anything I’d ever felt before, like I’d discovered this part of myself that had been hiding.”

Isabelle told herself that she didn’t need to feel insecure, but she couldn’t help it. Her husband was confessing that he’d found something online that had turned him on more than she ever had.

“I’m sorry,” he said, apparently reading the look on her face with remarkable accuracy. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry. I just don’t know how else to explain this.”

“No, it’s okay,” Isabelle said. “You’re right. It does make me feel…well, a little bad, I guess, but that’s not your fault. You can’t help what you’re into.”

“I wish I could,” Nathan confessed. “I felt so bad the first time I masturbated to that stuff. It felt so wrong. I stayed away for weeks. We had good sex. We had orgasms together. Then you went away with your friends for a weekend and I found myself back in front of the computer. I found myself masturbating to that stuff again.”

“Is it always about you…well, you not being big enough?” Isabelle asked.

“Not always, no. Sometimes it’s about me not being good enough for some reason. Sometimes it’s just about you…” he began before shutting down.

“I’m in your fantasies?” Isabelle asked with a sense of delight. She figured Nathan fantasized about other women when he masturbated and the idea that he didn’t was quite a bit more exciting than she expected.

“Always,” he said.

“What am I doing in your fantasies?” Isabelle asked. When Nathan hesitated she moved her hand to his knee and slipped her fingers under his shorts to caress his thigh. “You can tell me.”

“The other night, when you said, ‘I’ve had bigger,’ well, it’s related to that,” Nathan explained.

“How do you mean?” Isabelle asked.

“Sometimes I imagine you just telling me that I’m too small to make you feel good. Sometimes I imagine you telling me that I can’t fuck you good enough. Sometimes, though, I imagine you telling me that someone else you’ve fucked was far better than me. That’s why I found that comment about how you’ve had bigger guys so hot. I’ve fantasized about that before, about you having sex with someone bigger and better and really enjoying it,” Nathan explained.

“You know I like having sex with you though, right?” Isabelle asked. “I almost always cum.”

Nathan smiled. “I know. I know that makes my fantasy weird. I mean, it’s not like you’re this unsatisfied wife that’s desperate for someone better. Honestly, I spend a lot of time wishing I didn’t feel like this. Even the other night, after I came, I had this feeling of regret, like I’d made this incredible mistake even mentioning it.”

“You didn’t,” Isabelle said. “It might be hard to convince you of that, but you really didn’t make a mistake. I’ll admit that this whole thing is hard to wrap my head around, but I really appreciate you being willing to share your fantasies with me. I do.”

Isabelle pulled her hand from Nathan’s shorts and straddled him. She pulled off her hoodie and tossed it aside. He looked up and they shared a kiss as his hands moved up her back and unhooked her bra with ease.

Nathan kissed her neck and Isabelle leaned back to offer him access to her breasts. His lips found their way to her nipple and his tongue flicked back and forth over the flesh, eliciting sensual moans of pleasure.

Isabelle was struck by a desire to reward Nathan for opening up to her so she slid off his lap, fell to her knees in front of him, and reached up to pull off his shorts and free his cock.

She took Nathan into her mouth and sucked hard on the head, causing him to cry out in pleasure as his hips subtly lifted upwards.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes. Holy shit, yes,” Nathan said.

Isabelle stroked her husband’s cock and smiled at the way her touch seemed to bring him such intense pleasure. “Do you think about me having sex with someone bigger?” she asked.

“Yes,” Nathan answered.

“And that turns you on?” she asked.

Nathan nodded.

“Think about it now,” Isabelle said. “Think about me with someone else.”

Nathan closed his eyes as Isabelle stroked his cock. He rolled his head towards the ceiling and a smile crossed his face. She wondered what was going through his mind. Was he imagining someone specific with her? What position was she having sex in?

Isabelle took Nathan in her mouth again. She sucked on the head of his cock and stroked the shaft as he moaned. She liked that he seemed to be enjoying himself so thoroughly. It was even a little bit arousing to watch him in the throes of his fantasy-fueled ecstasy.

She released his cock from her grasp, stood up, and stripped out of her leggings. Nathan opened his eyes in time to see Isabelle straddle him. She reached down, grabbed his dick, and sat down on it.

Isabelle was wetter than she imagined she’d be and Nathan’s cock slipped inside her with ease. They kissed as she rode him and tried to find the right thing to say. She wanted to give him a little bit of the dirty talk he craved. She wanted to help him cum in the way he craved.

“I can barely feel your small cock,” Isabelle said. It had the benefit of being partially true. She was wet enough that there wasn’t much in the way of friction, which meant what Isabelle could really feel was her clit rubbing against his pubic area.

“Fuck,” Nathan said as he reached up to play with her breasts. “Isabelle…fuck.”

She smiled at her husband and rode him a little faster. “It’s like you’re not even inside me,” she said. “Your cock is so small I can’t even feel it.”

Nathan groaned and said, “Isabelle, fuck, I’m cumming!”

She kept working his cock and grinding her clit into his pelvis. She couldn’t quite get there before Nathan finished cumming, but it was still thrilling to see him have such an incredible orgasm.

“That was amazing,” he said. “You’re amazing. You’re the best wife ever. You really are.”

He looked up at Isabelle and she offered a soft kiss. “Yeah? You liked that?”

“I did,” Nathan said.

“Good. And there’s no reason to feel bad. There really isn’t. That was fun for me. I like seeing you get so crazy with desire when I talk like that. It’s surprisingly sexy,” she explained.

“You didn’t cum though, did you?” he asked.

“Well, I got you too excited,” she replied with a smile. “That’s okay, though.”

Nathan looked a little sad and Isabelle wondered if the sensation of having actually disappointed her was difficult for him.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and you can help me masturbate?” she asked.

She quite liked masturbating with Nathan and it was often as pleasurable as having sex with him.

“I’d like that,” he said.

They kissed again and Isabelle climbed off his cock and caught his cum with her underwear before scampering towards the bedroom with a genuine sense of excitement rushing through her body.

After five years of marriage it was thrilling to have discovered an entirely new way of having fun with Nathan. Isabelle was actually looking forward to continuing their exploration and seeing where it might lead them.