She Gives Thanks (Patreon)

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It's a little after 9 p.m. You're in bed. Your wife is in the bathroom.

You're not getting ready for sleep, though. Instead, you're waiting in bed because she asked you to. You watched her walk into the bathroom holding something black and lacy in her hand. You suspect she's changing into lingerie. You suspect you're about to get laid.

The bathroom door opens and for a few seconds you see nothing at all. Then your wife steps into the doorway and runs one of her hands up the doorframe. She's wearing a black lace camisole and a matching pair of boyshort panties. She looks radiantly beautiful and your loins stir from the simple act of staring at her.

"Happy anniversary," she says.

For a moment you feel pure panic. Have you forgotten your anniversary? But no, your anniversary is six months from now.

"You don't know, do you?" she asks.

You shake your head. Your wife steps into the bedroom and smiles brightly.

"It was one year ago today that I became a hotwife," she says. "One year ago today that I cuckolded you for the first time."

The memories come flooding back. Driving her to the hotel. Watching her get out and walk into the lobby in a tight black dress and heels. The lingerie, too. The lingerie she's wearing right now. She wore that camisole and those panties for him. She had the set in her purse. She told you she changed into it once she got in the room.

"You wore that for him," you say.

She stops at the foot of the bed and runs her hands over the camisole, touching her breasts in a remarkably alluring manner. "That's right. And do you remember him?"

You nod. You were the one who found him, so of course you remember him. "Elliott. Tall. Handsome. Dark blonde hair. Owned a handful of Starbucks locations, if I remember correctly."

Your wife crawls into the bed and pushes your legs apart. She leans down and kisses your thigh just above your knee, letting her lips linger against your skin for a few moments before she looks up, smiles, and says, "Do you remember anything else about Elliott?"

You smile. "He was the first man to make you squirt, first with his fingers and then with his cock. He was bigger than any man you'd had up to that point. He was the first man to make you cum while fucking you from behind. He was the first man who actually taught you about the finer points of giving a blowjob, though if I remember that was at your request."

She crawls a little closer and kisses your other thigh. "You have a good memory," she says. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin and your cock has stirred to a half hard state at her sensual kisses and the anticipation of having sex with your wife.

"You did so much work to make that night happen," she says. "You talked to so many guys. You weeded out so many losers. You had so many coffees to make sure you weren't setting me up with a psycho."

You'd sifted through literally hundreds of messages in the months leading up to that first night. You'd tossed aside most of them, but there were still dozens of guys that seemed worth talking to and you did all of it. You and your wife had decided ahead of time anyone that objected to talking to you first likely wasn't worth pursuing as a potential lover anyway, which meant lots of work on your part. Of course, all that work was well worth it because you got to live out your cuckold fantasy.

You narrowed it down to three guys and insisted that they meet you for coffee first before your wife even entered the picture. From that group you chose Elliott and the three of you met for a drink. He and your wife then went on a solo date where there was a little bit of fooling around and then finally he booked a hotel room for the big night.

And just like that - really, after a great deal of work - you were a cuckold.

"It was all worth it," you say. "Every second of work was worth it."

"I agree," she replies. "Because if you remember correctly, among the many talents Elliott possessed, the greatest of them was that he made me cum like I'd never cum before." She closes her eyes for a few moments, smiles, and then looks up at you and adds, "I can still remember how good it felt to have him inside me for the first time. I can still remember that incredible feeling. I can remember how my legs shook as I took him in my pussy. How all the nervousness just washed away and was replaced by the purest desire."

Your cock is hard now and your wife smiles at it. She crawls a little closer and places her soft lips against the head. She showers it in kisses. You feel touches of warmth and wetness as she shows your cock her affection. A little precum leaks from the tip and she licks it up and swallows.

"I can still remember the next morning," you say with a smile. "I remember watching you kiss him in front of the hotel. I remember seeing him grab your ass. I remember seeing the kiss evolve to include tongue. I remember him staring at your ass as you walked to the car. I remember you blowing him a kiss as you got in. I remember how utterly giddy you seemed."

She kisses your cock again and says, "I'd just gotten fucked, and it's really hard not to be giddy when you've just gotten fucked by a man like Elliott. When you've just had a world class orgasm that made your toes curl and your pussy tingle."

Your dick is hard as a rock. Your wife smiles and kisses her way to the base of the shaft before making her way back to the tip.

"You did such a good job finding Elliott. Just like you've done a good job finding the two other men I've been with this year," she says. "You have a talent for it, baby. Either that or you're just really patient and willing to do a ton of work to make sure that you find a perfect man for me."

She takes you in her mouth and your mind goes blank except for the pleasure you feel. Your wife has gotten much better at giving head in the past year. You know why, too. You know it's because she wants to please the men she's with, the men you find for her, the men she dates and fucks. As she's said before, they're the sorts of men that can be with almost any woman, so she wants to make sure that they think fondly of her, that they want to come back to her over and over for their pleasure, which is exactly what she wants from them.

She wraps her fingers around your spit-soaked cock and strokes you slowly. "I think you do have a talent for finding men to fuck me," she says. "I think you have an innate sense. I think you know when you're sitting across the table from a sexually superior man."

You groan and your dick throbs in her hand. You have a weakness for a mild dose of humiliation like the one she just delivered. You're especially fond of hearing your wife refer to her lovers as superior men. You get off on the implication that you're sexually inferior. The fact that it's true - or at least it's been true with the three men she's been with so far - makes it so much hotter.

She squeezes your cock and the head swells up. She tilts her head and kisses your dick like she's making out with it. Her tongue and lips work the underside of the shaft and your body trembles with intense desire.

"I'm so grateful that you convinced me to become a hotwife, that you had the patience to wait until I was ready to explore your fantasy. I'm so grateful that you let me talk about it endlessly before I was willing to do it, that you let me express my concerns and that you helped me get over them. I'm so grateful that you wanted so badly to be a cuckold that you were willing to wait as long as it took for me to come around to the idea," she says.

"I'm glad you came around," you say. "Being a cuckold has been even better than I thought possible. It's been so much more rewarding than I imagined. I'm so grateful to you for cuckolding me."

She smiles and takes your cock in her mouth. She swallows every inch, doing so slowly and with relative ease. She doesn't even gag. Your cock is thoroughly average, but that's still an impressive feat. The back of her throat feels incredible around the head of your dick and when she rolls your balls between her fingers you feel a deep sort of pleasure spreading through your body.

She slowly pulls back and kisses the head of your cock once more. She looks at you and smiles before crawling forward. The delicate lace of her camisole brushes against your chest as she kisses your neck and cheek. Her lips find their way to yours and you kiss her deeply. You run your hands down her back and grab her ass. You squeeze it tightly as she moans into your mouth and rubs her panty-clad pussy over the head of your dick.

"I'm grateful that you never pressured me to let you watch," she says softly. "That you waited until I was ready. I'm sorry you never got to watch Elliott fuck me, but I don't think I would have been ready and I'm so thankful you didn't push."

You run your fingers through her hair and she kisses you. It's a slow, seductive kind of kiss with just a hint of tongue.

"Thank you for letting me watch," you say. "It was unlike anything I've ever seen."

"Paul was quite good, wasn't he?" she asks.

Paul was the second man your wife fucked. You found him, just like with Elliott. You interviewed him. You vetted him. You went to coffee. You went to a bar with him and her. You drove her to her first date with him. You drove her to the hotel where she fucked him for the first time.

A month passed before your wife told you she wanted you to watch. You went to the same hotel. She wore red lingerie for Paul at his request. You sat in the wheeled chair in the hotel room. You sat and watched your wife have sex with another man. In fact, you watched them fuck twice. They used a variety of positions. They fucked in the bed. They fucked on the couch. They fucked in front of the window. It was the hottest experience of your life.

You came - with her agreement - right when both Paul and her came. It was his second orgasm and her fifth. It was your first and it was unquestionably the best of your life. You learned quickly that there's nothing quite like cumming while your wife is having an orgasm with another man's cock inside her. Nothing in the world like it.

"Paul liked having you watch," she says. "He liked knowing that my husband was watching me cum on his cock. He really liked knowing that he fucked me better than you do."

You smile. "Yes, he did."

There was a night when your wife called Paul a superior man with him in the room. She was talking to you, but he heard it and it put a big smile on his face. He fucked her a little harder that night and in your memory all three of you had better orgasms, too.

"I'm so grateful that your desire to be a cuckold means that I get to fuck superior men, baby," she says.

You groan and your wife reaches down, pulls her panties aside, and takes you inside her.

"I am too," you reply.

She sits up and rests her hands on your chest. She smiles. She looks perfect in that camisole. Utterly flawless. "Sometimes I find myself wishing that I'd embraced your fantasy earlier. If I had, I could have spent years fucking superior men while you watched. I could have spent years having the kinds of orgasms I've had for the past year. You could have spent years having incredible cuckold orgasms, too."

Her pussy feels so good that you can't really think straight, but you wouldn't disagree with her if you could form a sentence right now.

She lifts her hips and your cock falls out of her pussy. "Have I told you how grateful I am that you're always so eager to eat my pussy now that you're a cuckold?"

You nod.

Your wife drags her hips forward and drops her pussy onto your mouth. "There are so many things I love about being a hotwife, but that's got to be near the top. You were always generous with your mouth, but you're voracious since I started cuckolding you. We both know how much you love to taste me after I've had a superior man's cock inside me, but it's more than that, isn't it? You love to serve my pussy with your tongue. You love to make me moan, to make my body tingle with pleasure, to make me cum. You even love to do it without any expectation of pleasure in return, don't you?"

"Yes," you answer as she briefly lifts her pussy from your mouth before dropping it back down again.

"I'm so grateful for that look in your eyes when you go down on me after a superior man has fucked me," she says. "That look tells me that you're a very happy cuckold. That look tells me that you're still interested in being my cuckold, in watching me get fucked by superior man. That looks means that I get to keep being a hotwife, and I've become very attached to being a hotwife."

She rides your face, grinding her pussy back and forth over your mouth and leaving her juices behind. She leans back and grabs your dick while doing so. She strokes you, ensuring you stay rock hard and full of lust.

Then, much to your delight, your wife slides her hips back and takes you inside her once more. She bathes you in the heat and wetness your tongue just occupied and begins to ride you slowly.

"I'm thankful for my latest lover," she says softly before kissing you. "I'm grateful for his big cock. I'm grateful that he's a little bit dominant. I've never experienced anything like that before and it's intoxicating. I'm grateful that you somehow understood that I'd enjoy that, baby. The sex with Alex...it's out of this world. It's the best yet. Somehow you keep getting better at finding incredible men to fuck your wife. This time, though...it might last a long time. It's already been two months and I could see it going a lot longer. It just feels so good when I'm with him. It feels so good when he takes control. It feels good to surrender to that, to let him fuck me like he wants, to let him fuck me and make me cum so hard on that big cock of his."

"I'm so glad he gives you what you want...and maybe even something you never knew you needed," you say.

She smiles and rides you faster. You're not sure, but it looks like she might cum. Maybe that's why she rode your face a little. Maybe she wanted to get a little closer to cum with you.

"He gives us both what we want, doesn't he?" she asks.

You nod.

"He fucks me. He satisfies me. He lets you watch. He's getting more comfortable being a little more dominant with you, too," she says. "And you like it when a superior man gets a little dominant with you, don't you?"

You nod vigorously. You're so close.

"I like it too," she says. "It turns me on. I told him so. I told him it turns me on when he's dominant with you, with both of us. I like it when he tells you to lick my pussy after he pulls out. I like it when he tells me to sit on your face to smother you with my pussy before I ride his cock again. I like that he wants to keep exploring his dominant side with us, that he's going to do so much more. You found the perfect man for us, baby, and I'm so grateful for that. I'm so grateful for you."

She kisses you deeply. Her pussy bounces hard and fast on your cock. You feel pleasure envelop your body. You think of how Alex seemed to find it so pleasurable to order you to taste your wife's pussy immediately after he'd pulled out last time. You think of how he mentioned that some day he was going to make you taste her pussy after they'd stopped using protection, after he'd cum inside her. You think of how both you and your wife moaned at that.

You think of tasting her cum-filled pussy and you release inside her. "I'm cumming!"

She drops her pussy onto your cock and grinds back and forth at a furious pace. Soon after she joins you in cumming. Her screams of pleasure fill your bedroom as she throws her head back and digs her fingernails into your chest while experiencing an exceptional orgasm.

She looks down at you and offers a hazy post-orgasmic smile. "Thank you, baby. For that orgasm, but more than that, thank you for being a cuckold. Thank you for convincing me to be a hotwife. I'm so grateful."

"I am too," you say. "And thank you for being an amazing hotwife."

She collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around her. You close your eyes, hold her tight, and smile blissfully. It's good to be the cuckold to an amazing hotwife.