'You do know though that I really do want you to have sex with other men, don't you?'
In the dark, with her naked body back up against mine, my sexy wife of 18 years, Barbara, turned her head towards me and whispered the words all would-be and wannabe cuckolds must love to hear: 'Suppose I preferred sex with them to you?'
There was to be no turning back now. This was the time to tell her just how much I wanted this, had fantasised, masturbated and hinted at it for years, knowing as well that deep down she also desired it. Enough time had gone by.
'God, that would turn me on even more, especially you coming home and giving me all the graphic sexy details of what he did to you and what you did to him, and while slowly wanking and stroking me. I'd love you to be telling me in the dark like this right now, how you were soaking wet for your lover tonight and how he fucked you better than I've ever done.'
I paused to let it all sink in. 'You know, far from being jealous of your lovers, I'd want them all to fuck you better than me, so that you never wanted to stop being fucked by other men. Most of all, I very much want you to be fucked by a man more well endowed than me, so you could tell me how good his hard cock felt inside you, knowing that no man had ever gone deeper into you and given you such sexual pleasure, and you opening yourself fully for him, pulling yourself open, urging him into you, and pushing back hungrily to meet his thrusts and how you could feel every inch of him, unlike with me, and then how you moved your cunt with him, urging him to fuck you and cum inside you and when he did, I want you to tell me how you could feel every spurt, far deeper than I'd ever cum inside you, and as you also orgasmed, shouted at him not to stop cumming inside you. I've masturbated many times over the years imagining you telling me that. You coming home to me with your knickers soaking wet with your lover's cum, is proof of just how sexy my wife is.'
A long pause followed, and I gently fondled her lovely breasts.
'I want you to be proud of your body and how it can excite men,' I said. 'Your lovely tits, for example, they're beautiful and I want you to let other men feel and suck and lick them and for you to get pleasure from them doing so. I want men to feast on you and you to be proud of your sexuality. You do want men to, don't you?'
'Well, I probably...'
'No, just say yes or no.'
Another long pause followed.
'Well?'
'Yes.'
'There's a way of getting ...'
It was her turn to interrupt me now.
'A bloke at work fancies me.'
It was my turn now to be startled. It went very quiet and I could feel a sudden dryness in my mouth.
'Face me,' I said. Barbara turned around in bed and even though we'd had sex not five minutes ago, I could feel myself start to harden.
'Touch me,' I said. When she did, she also gasped and I said, 'That's how it affects me. And could you let this man fuck you; just say yes or no.'
No pause this time. 'Yes.'
I now began begging Barbara. 'Let him be your first lover, the first of many. Don't tell me his name.' I was grabbing at her in lust now, and knowing that in just a few days my sexy wife could finally make my wildest dreams come true by commiting adultery, fueled my desire as if I was a school boy.
It's a funny thing but two nights later, Monday, in bed Barbara dropped a dynamite bombshell. Sometimes you can't help thinking that it's only timidity that stops people acting as they want to and that the circumstances are actually always present.
'His wife's going to her mother's for the weekend.'
In seconds, we were at it, united in lust, and I knew that the idea had now firmly planted its attractive self into my wife.
Someone had even said to him, 'While the cat's away' and he'd replied, while looking at my wife as I'd found out he always did whenever anything of a sexual nature arose, he'd replied,'I haven't got anyone to play with.'
Before I went to sleep I whispered to her,'Ask him tomorrow if he's found anyone yet and offer yourself.'
At first Barbara couldn't bring herself to do it but I knew best not to keep on and left it up to her. On Thursday night in bed she turned to me and very quietly said, 'Saturday at 8. He asked me about you and I said I'd handle that side of things. I don't think he thinks I'm going to turn up.'
I was beside myself with desire for her but said, 'I won't fuck you, as much as I want to, because I want you to be full of lust for him on Saturday. But you must tell him, promise me, that when he asks about me, tell him that your husband not only knows what you are doing but is greatly turned on by it, wants you so much to do it, knowing his wife is being fucked by another man. Tell him I've wanted you to for years, begged you to. He'll probably say something like how you managed to get out of the house dressed and looking like that because when he sees you, he'll not be able to keep his hands off you. Tell him that that's why I made you dress like that just so that he would fancy you the more. You will, won't you?'
'If you want me to, yes.'
'I do, especially when he sees how sexy you look. I want you to wear that sexy black dress with straps, you know the one, where it's not tight but always rides up when you sit down and shows off your legs and thighs. And where he can easily pull it down off your lovely breasts. And those skimpy black panties which do up with the bows. I love the idea of you parting your legs and whispering to him as he moves his hand up under your dress to begin fingering you how your panties undo easily so that your lovely wet and open cunt is ready and waiting for him. That's why I want you always to wear stockings when you are with another man. When he feels your bare flesh, he's bound to react, and you must tell him, my husband insists I wear stockings for my lovers, so that my cunt is easily available for them, to be finger-fucked.'
I then went to the bathroom and masturbated, and did a further six times before Saturday came.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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