Wife Confessions – Cuckolding My Husband

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My husband was a very dominant man when we first met. It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. He stayed like that for the two years we dated and through the first year of our marriage. That was until he came to me and told me he was sexually unhappy. I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. He confessed to me that he was having submissive fantasies and that the thought of being dominated by a woman had become one of the hottest things he could imagine. I, for one, had never considered myself as dominant. At least I never thought of myself that way. However, I wanted to make my husband feel as satisfied as I was in our marriage and in our bedroom. I started to take the role of being the dominant one in our relationship. I became more controlling and started doing a lot of those things he said he liked. I bought him a bunch of new toys. Vibrators for him to compliment mine, whips, floggers, crops, candles, clamps, cock rings, cock cages; just about anything I thought he might desire. I even bought a leash, which I really like using on him. It was and is sexy to walk around naked with him crawling behind me, wanting to touch, but knowing he can’t. I found it to be extremely hot. The more we did it, the more I got into it. I was having better orgasms and a lot more fun sexually as well! Who knew? It improved our marriage, sex and the overall health of our relationship. *** A year later, with me now firmly in the dominant role, I found myself wanted to explore even further. My husband has always told me how sexy it would be to see me being fucked by someone else. This is was a desire he expressed even back when we were just dating. Now that we’ve found ourselves living comfortably with me as his Dom, we’ve decided to take it a step further. He already knows when to expect something juicy and new and he becomes quite excited when I’m wearing my dark nylons and pink knickers. Whenever I dress in the morning, I make sure he notices what I’m wearing. I haven’t yet told him what is going to happen I want it to be a surprise. I’ve randomly surprised him like this before, adding new dimensions to our sex life that he has enjoyed. I once bought him a butt plug and made him wear it to work. I sent naughty photos of myself to him and told him he wasn’t allowed to come the entire day. By the time he got home, he was a slobbering, whimpering mess. It was a lot of fun! This time though, it is different. He is finally going to get to see me in action with someone else. It is a mutual friend of ours, someone who has always flirted with me. I knew right away he’d take the chance to fuck me when I asked him. I think he was a little shocked, but he agreed, just as I knew he would. He had never heard of cuckolding, but he was completely game, as long as he wasn’t the one being cuckold. I reassured him he was not. *** Waking up first this morning, I quickly jump into the shower, wanting to make sure my husband watches me dress. When I get out of the shower, I’m dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. I come back into the bedroom and see Dale, my husband, on his phone. He, as he always does, is checking the news before starting his day. “Good morning honey, sleep well?” I ask casually, dropping my towel on the end of the bed. My nipples harden instantly under the wash of air coming from overhead fan humming above me. “Mmm, yes. Like a almanbahis rock. I always sleep well when you make meatloaf the night before,” he smirks, looking up at me and admiring my naked body. “I’ll keep that in mind. You know I’d cook more often if I didn’t work so late, dear,” I sigh, wishing I did indeed have more time. “No one is stopping you. Quit your job and become a housewife. I don’t mind at all,” he repeats himself. This is a conversation we’ve had many times since we’ve gotten married. He makes more than enough to take care of us, but I was raised to work for what I want. “Don’t start with me, Dale, please,” I sigh, heading towards the closet. I look through my wardrobe, searching for my knee length, pencil skirt. “Besides, if I did that, I’d have to start fucking the milk man, or the paper boy,” I giggle. “Hey, no issues by me, as long as I can watch,” he laughs with me. I know how serious he is. However, he has no idea what is in store for him later in the evening. “No, I guess you wouldn’t, smart arse,” I tell him, coming back into the room. I lie my clothes down before going to my dresser to pull out my favourite pink knickers. The ones that Dale knows are full of surprises. I look at him and see he has his nose shoved back into his phone. “Takes one to know one, my love,” he grins, still not looking up. I slip my knickers on, picking a pale pink bra to match. When I sit to put on my nylons, I wait to see how long it takes him to notice. However, he doesn’t, not at first. Whatever he is reading really has his gaze. I can’t help but smile, for when he does notice, he is going to be a mess. With my nylons on, I get up and circle around the bed. I go towards him. Leaning into him, I place a single kiss on his ear lobe, my hand sliding down under the covers and gripping his cock. “Damn straight I’m a smart arse. I’ve learned from the best, haven’t I?” I purr into his ear. Its then he finally looks up, noticing what I have on. He lets out a slight groaning shiver and I instantly feel his cock growing harder. I grip it tighter in my embrace, stroking him lightly through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Oh, please tell me this time. What do you have in store for me, baby?” He sighs a whimper, quivering in my grip. My fingers caress over his cock, feeling him grow thicker. “Not a chance, baby. Have I ever? Do you think I’m going to start now? You know how much you love the suspense. You’ll be a good boy. No touching today. Now get up and get dressed. It’s time for work. You don’t want to be late,” I grin, kissing on his ear lobe once more. I turn, going back to finish getting dressed. Dale sits there for a moment, watching me before throwing the covers off of him. His cock pokes through the slit of his boxers, begging to be touched again. I only smile at him, pointing towards the shower. He goes without a word. I feel my own excitement starting to grow. Leaving for work before Dale even comes downstairs, I call John. “Hey John, good morning, how are you?” I ask causally, turning the engine on. “Well good morning beautiful. I’m fantastic! I’m ready for tonight, that’s for sure! How are you?” His voice is gruff, but fused with sensuality. I can hear his lusty need through his words. “Couldn’t be any better. Dale is well aware something is going to happen at some point today, butt he has no idea what. I plan to leave work early to get things set up. I couldn’t do it whilst he is home, you know? almanbahis yeni giriş Anyway, make sure you’re here by six. Got it?” “Will do, Tiffany. Can’t wait to see you later! We’ll speak soon,” he says, with a growl. I can’t help but smile, “You know it, John. Cheers.” “Cheers.” Hanging up the phone, I turn the radio up. One of my favourite songs is on and I sign along to it. The day has just started and it is already a great one. When I do get to work, I keep myself fairly busy, but make sure to send Dale naughty texts. I like keeping him on edge. It gets pretty heated, turning more into a cyber-text chat. He whines, begging me to let him use the restroom so he can release some pressure. I deny him, of course. It is like that for the better part of the day. I even have to slow down a bit because I’m causing myself to become overly aroused. At three, I call it a day. I don’t linger, not wanting to have theat “what’s your weekend plans” conversation with my co-workers. I just want to get home. By the time I do, I run upstairs and strip out of my clothes, leaving on just my nylons, knickers and heels. I grab my dressing gown and tie the draws loosely in a knot. It barely covers my arse, showing off the bottoms of my butt cheeks. My breasts, which are still covered by my bra, are on show. Going back downstairs, I grab one of the dining room chairs before going back up into the bedroom. I think to myself that I might need to invest on a good proper chair for the upstairs. I find the best angle in the bedroom before placing it in the far right corner. Just in view of the bed. I draw the shades close, closing out the sun, which is shining brightly into the room. I flick on the bedside table lights. They give off a soft glow, perfectly lighting the room. When I’m happy with the room, I take out what needs to be used and head back downstairs. I fix up a light dinner, leaving it easy, because it is the last thing on my mind. Around five, Dale gets home and finds me right away. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. I can feel his erection press against my lower stomach, causing me to groan out. “Hey, slow down. Don’t make me spank you,” I tease. “Dinner is ready. Come on.” I take his hand, leading him into the dining room. “Dinner is the last thing on my mind, Tiff,” he whines. “It’s just a light dinner. You’ll need it though, I promise you that,” I giggle. We sit down and I serve us both. Sitting across him, I ask him how his day went. He glares at me in frustration, clearly showing me how hot and bothered it was. I am highly amused, telling him mine was just as much as his. All the while, I slip off my heel and begin to caress his leg. My toes move along his inner thigh, pressing slightly on his cock. A huge grin is on my face as he begins to stir, pressing himself a little more into me. The greedy bastard! When we finish by five thirty, I ask him, “You trust me, don’t you, darling?” I grin. “More than anyone, of course, my love,” he states, with no hesitation. “I’m pleased to hear that,” I say, going towards the living room, “Come with me, dear.” He follows me and as I open the closet, I pull out a long silk scarf. I smile up at all six feet, four inches of him. I look at his strong, handsome features. His dark hair cropped short, his blue eyes twinkling with anticipation, his strong jaw line set tight. It makes me want to lick along it, up towards his ear and suckle on it. His breathing almanbahis giriş is a bit heavy as he tries to keep control of his excitement. Compared to my five feet, six inch stance, we’re vastly different in scale. It was one of the first things that I noticed about him when we met. Though, I, like him, have dark hair, but eyes are grey. I’m in pretty good shape, not as well toned as he is, but then he is more into working out than I am. I have always felt we fit well, though. “I’m going to put this on you. You’re just going to have to trust me,” I grin. “Turn around for me?” I ask, with a purr. “Anything for you, and I do trust you. You know I do,” he tells me again. He turns around and I reach up the best I can, tying the scarf around his eyes. I take his sight, making him mine all the more. I don’t have a blindfold, but the scarf fits well enough. I decide it does the job. “All right, we’re going upstairs now. Come, take my hand and follow me,” I lead him up to the bedroom with his hand in mine. Once there, I take him to the chair I brought up earlier. “I’m going to undress you now, baby. Don’t mind me.” “As if I would mind you undressing me, love,” he smiles. He stands there and I begin to undress him. I purposely grope him in all the right areas. His cock, which hasn’t gone down once since he has been home, still stands tall. Once he is completely undressed, I inform him I’m going to put his plug in. He nods, telling me he’d like that. I lube the toy and his arse I slide the toy in slowly, teasingly. He groans with each passing moment until it is fit snug inside him. I move around to his front and press against his chest. He sits without question, allowing me to take his cock in my hand. I stroke him lightly until I hear the doorbell chime. “Looks like we have company, baby. Do you mind sitting here and waiting?” I ask him, standing up. “Wait, whoa, you can’t answer the door as you are. Put some clothes on!” He stumbles, suddenly confused. “Oh honey, it isn’t a problem. I’m sure whoever it is will appreciate a good view of what I have to show off.” I giggle. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” I say, tease him even more. I dash downstairs, knowing that it is John at the door. He stands there with a an ear to ear smile that only seems to grow wider when he sees what little I have on. “Damn girl, I wish more woman answered their doors dressed like that. Bloody hell!” “Cheeky cow!” I grin. “Dale is upstairs already. He’s all worked up. The poor boy still has no idea what is going on. You sure you’re down for this?” “How the hell am I supposed to say no, seeing you like this?” His eyes roam over my body. His eyes stop at my chest, where my breasts are peaking out a little too much. I smile up at him, admiring him as well. John isn’t as tall as Dale, but he still stands tops at over six feet. His build is a tad bit rounder than Dale, but with thick, broad shoulders. He reminds me of a football player. His blonde hair is strikingly beautiful, complimenting his brilliant blue eyes. The kind that remind me of the sky. A girl could get lost in them if she isn’t careful. “Good point, let’s go. I’m ready. I’ve been so horny all day,” I whine and moan, followed by a giggle. “I’m pretty sure that makes three of us, doll,” John smiles. “You’re probably right. So, let’s go! I’m ready for your cock!” I grin. We head upstairs, with John behind me. His hands groping my arse, my butt cheeks showing perfectly from my knickers. “Hey baby, it is just your surprise. Sorry it took so long. Now, just stay sitting where you are. No moving and no peaking! You hear me?” I ask, using my more dominant voice, letting him know how serious I am.

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