A Surprisingly Willing Wife - Part 1 (Patreon)

Before you asked your wife to cuckold you, you considered all the potential outcomes. You considered that she might get furious, that she might be weirded out, that she might not understand it at all, that she might be cautious but interested, and that she might actually be on board.

The last one seemed the most far-fetched. Despite that, you forged ahead. You had to at least ask about it. You’d been fantasizing about being cuckolded for so long that you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You figured that even if she said no that the idea might take hold in some way and she might at least play with your fantasy a little.

Much to your surprise, she wanted to a lot more than that.

“So you think it would be incredibly hot if I fucked someone else?” she asked after you explained your fantasy. She had a big smile on her face.

You stared at her for a split second before nodding and saying, “Yes.”

“Then I want to fuck Matt,” she replied immediately.

You stared for more than a split second. Matt’s your best friend. Matt was the best man at your wedding. Matt’s at your house all the time.

“Wait, what?” you said. It was the best you could come up with. You were still trying to process your wife’s request and the way she had your best friend’s name on the tip of her tongue.

“Did you think you’d get to pick the guy?” your wife said. You noticed just a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“No…it’s not that…it’s just, I mean, Matt’s my best friend,” you said. You felt a little shaken.

“I know that. He’s also the guy I want to fuck,” your wife said. She moved a little closer and caressed your knee. “He’s the one I want to cuckold you with.”

You looked down at her hand. You were a little surprised she was being so overt and aggressive with her desire. You couldn’t help but get hard.

You looked up at your wife. You saw genuine lust in her eyes. You saw her desire for your best friend.

“Why Matt?” you asked.

“Because he’s tall, handsome, muscular, and he’s got a big cock,” your wife answered.

You knew Matt had a big cock. You’d been friends long enough to have a few locker room experiences together. You weren’t sure how your wife knew.

“How do you know Matt has a big cock?” you asked.

She smiled. “Girls talk, honey, and I’ve talked to a few of the girls Matt’s dated. We live in a small town. Word gets around, and the word is that not only does he have a big cock, but he uses it exceptionally well.”

“What about my cock?” you asked.

“Your cock is lovely, honey. It really is. But it’s not exactly big, is it? It’s perfectly normal. If you’re giving me permission to fuck someone else, I want something better than normal. I want Matt’s cock,” she explained.

Now you were fully hard. Your wife was talking about her desire for your best friend’s big cock. She was talking about your perfectly average cock and how she wanted something better.

Ultimately, lust won out over common sense. Once the seed was planted, you knew you weren’t going to be able to stop thinking about Matt fucking your wife. You knew you were going to fantasize about it, then start talking to her about it, and then you’d end up doing it anyway.

You decided not to wait until that inevitable point. You decided to go for it.

“So, how do we do this?” you asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” your wife said. “Matt’s over here a lot, and while you might not notice it, I see him stealing little glances at me from time to time. I think he wants me as much as I want him.”

“He stares at you?” you said.

“He does, honey. So do a lot of men. You lucked out when you married me,” your wife said with a smile. “What I’m thinking is that the next time he’s over I’ll put on something a little more suggestive than usual. Something low cut, maybe a dress so I can show off my legs too.”

“You do have great legs,” you said.

Your wife smiled and lifted her legs into your lap. You pushed up her pants and ran your fingers over her calves, offering her a light massage.

“I think I’ll have to make the first move. As much as Matt might stare, he’s not going to try and fuck his best friend’s wife. If he thinks I’m interested, he’ll at least think about it. Then I can tell him that you’re interested too. My guess is that he’ll go for it, especially when you come in and tell Matt that you want him to fuck me.”

Her foot moved between your legs and played with your hard cock. You groaned as your wife expertly manipulated your erection.

“That is what you want, right? You want your best friend to fuck me? You want Matt to cuckold you?” she asked.

You nodded. You were too far gone to deny it. You’d already imagined Matt’s cock inside her. You’d already imagined her cumming on his big dick.

“He’s coming over this Saturday, right?”

You nodded again. Her foot felt so good between your legs that you could barely speak.

“Here’s what we’ll do. When he’s scheduled to arrive I want you to be at the store. I’ll let him in and work my magic. I’ll get him all hot and bothered, and then right before you get home I’ll let him know that you want him to fuck me.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” you said.

“Here’s what will really make it work,” your wife said excitedly. “When you’re out you’re going to buy a box of Magnum condoms for Matt to use. Then, when you come home, you can pull the box out and make it perfectly clear that you want him to fuck me. That’s what a cuckold would do, right? He’d buy condoms for someone else to use with his wife, right?”

“He would,” you said. You were a little astounded at your wife’s ability to devise such a naughty plan. Then something occurred to you. “This isn’t the first time you’ve thought about fucking Matt, is it?”

A big smile broke across your wife’s face as she said, “That may or may not be true. It would be very unladylike to admit such a thing.”

She pulled her foot from your lap and moved closer. She kissed your neck softly and whispered, “Though I’m soaking wet right now, so I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.”

The gentle tickle of her breath on your neck gave you delightful goose bumps.

“Maybe you could help me with my sudden desire,” she whispered before lying on the couch and unbuttoning her pants. She pulled them off, revealing the wet spot in her panties.

Your wife slipped a hand under the waistband and played with her pussy. You could hear the wetness from a few feet away. She moaned.

“Are you thinking about him?” you asked.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I’m thinking about Matt. I’m thinking about him fucking me. Do you like that?”

You took off your pants and revealed your hard cock. You stroked and said, “Yes. I love that.”

“Is that what a cuckold wants? Does he want his wife to fantasize about another man’s cock?” she asked.

“That’s what I want,” you said. “That’s what I’ve wanted for years.”

Your wife took off her panties. She revealed her surprisingly wet pussy and her puffy pink lips. She masturbated as you watched and stroked your cock.

“I wish you’d told me earlier,” she said. “Because I’ve been fantasizing about your best friend’s big cock for years. One of the girls he dated even showed me a picture of it. It’s beautiful, baby. It’s beautiful and I’ve been thinking about having that big cock inside me for years.”

You weren’t sure if your wife was being honest, but you loved it anyway. You loved how naughty she sounded. You loved how turned on she was. You loved that she was going all in on your cuckold fantasy.

“Will you eat my pussy, baby?” your wife asked. “You’re so good at that. You’re so good at making me cum with your tongue.”

You released your cock from your tight grip and moved between your wife’s legs. You pushed your tongue into her wet pussy. You licked her eagerly and listened to her moan.

“That’s so good,” she said. “Eat my pussy. Eat the pussy that your best friend is going to fuck this weekend. Eat the pussy that Matt is going to fill with his big cock on Saturday.”

The lust in her voice was real. She wasn’t just playing along for you. You were eating her pussy and she was thinking about your best friend fucking her. She was imagining another man’s big cock inside her as you were licking her clit. You’d confessed your cuckold fantasy and she was helping you live it.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out. She held your head between her legs. You licked her clit furiously. You worked to make her cum. You worked to make your beautiful wife feel good while she dreamed about your best friend’s cock in her pussy.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed. She released your head and you looked up. You saw the joy on her face. You saw the orgasm wash over her. You suspected it wasn’t the first time she’d cum while fantasizing about Matt’s cock. It was the first you were aware of though.

“That was incredible,” your wife said.

She sat up and kissed you softly. She straddled you. She rubbed her wet pussy along the head of your stiff cock. She teased you with it.

You tried to put yourself inside her, to fuck your wife, but she stopped you. “Don’t,” she said softly. “I’ll decide.”

She kissed you again. She let the tip of your cock penetrate her pussy. She was exceptionally wet. The heat of her pussy felt remarkable around your cock.

“What if I end up loving his cock?” she asked. “What if I find fucking him so much better than fucking you?”

She sank down onto your dick. Her pussy swallowed you whole and squeezed you tight.

“What if he fucks me better than you do?” she asked. Her voice was filled with lust as she began to ride you.

“What if I prefer fucking your best friend over fucking you? What if I only want his cock inside me from now on?” your wife said.

Every word turned you on. Every word brought you closer to orgasm. Every word thrilled you. You wondered if she was asking the questions for real or if she was just trying to turn you on, or if she was doing both. There was no way of knowing. You just wanted to enjoy the sex.

“I hope you do,” you said. You went for it. You went all in. “I hope you love his cock.” She bounced on your dick. “I hope you love fucking him. I hope you want him all the time.” She moaned as she rode you. “I hope you go through the entire box of Magnums on Saturday night.”

Your wife smiled as she rode your cock. She milked you with her pussy. “I hope we do too,” she said.

You came inside her. You grabbed her ass and held her on your cock as you released your semen. She ran her fingers over your back and kissed your neck.

You couldn’t wait for Saturday night.