Cuckolding Stability

I am so excited to update my post yesterday.  It is Friday night, and my gorgeously attired wife just left on her way to T's place!  I worked today, but my wife used the opportunity on her day off to smooth out her legs, sweet round bottom, and pussy lips with Nair.  Last night, she and T chatted and he asked her to wear something that would show her garter and stocking through the outer layer.  I can't tell you how happy I was to see my wife obediently comply with his desires, and she just left in a red pin-up style dress with the garter straps and attachments plainly visible . . . . She did allow me to briefly kiss her smooth bottom and soak in the view of her black stockings.  She looked fantastic, completing the outfit with 5″ strappy peep-toe heels that showcased red toe nails to match her dress.

I also saw her email up while she was putting on makeup, and noticed that she confirmed a date night over J's house tomorrow!!  OK, I'm trying to keep calm because we still haven't gotten to the stage of her actual coupling beyond some oral activities, so who knows if she'll engage in any coitus tonight or tomorrow.  She's been known to get cold feet so we'll see.  I sure do love the thought of T's well endowed, uncut member inside her.

Anyhow, I've been tasked with a bunch of work while she's out, which I actually requested.  Sleep is hardly a possibility on these nights out, so I may as well help and serve my cuckoldress in the ways that I can while a more capable stud pleasures her in ways I can't!

Hope to update with exciting results . . . .

Hmm, where to begin on an update?  Well, I'd like to tell you about how my wife's lovers had amazing sex with her for hours on end, but that did not happen.  Still, we had a fantastic weekend and best of all I feel like we are both enjoying our cuckolding experiences as they unfold, and best of all growing intimately and more in love as a couple.

Friday night my wife went over T's place.  As usual, he had a group of people over so while my wife enjoyed the social aspects (and has discovered a newfound appreciation for one of those rock-star type communal video games), she did not have time to be with T alone until well into the wee hours of Saturday morning.  By that time, T was sufficiently exhausted/drunk that he opted for sleep as soon as they were alone and in bed.  Before getting to the unfortunate punchline though, a little backstory . . . .

My wife has always been very regular with her periods since we met.  She tells me it was not always so precise, such that TOM would arrive with virtually no warning in years past.  But since we have been together, there has been a reliable progression from achy breasts, the onset of cramps, and then mounting grouchiness that unmistakably signals the “time” is soon to arrive.  Well, this past week my own internal clock was telling me I should be noticing these things, but hadn't. Now my wife and I are hoping to conceive a child (there's a whole other story about allowing boyfriends to contribute in this effort, but I won't go into that tangent now), so I was quietly hopeful that the irregular events signaled a pregnancy. She apparently had been thinking the same thing, but a pregnancy test turned up negative.

Back to the weekend's events — wouldn't you know, not only was she not pregnant but, all out of previous character, TOM arrived virtually without warning and during her sleep after T felt too tired/intoxicated to perform coitus!  Arghhhh!  Now the silver lining is that my wife later relayed her own frustration about how disappointed she was to miss out on T's big cock; nevertheless, full consummation was just not in the cards.  My wife did finally take a great and sexy step forward with T though, and took his massive member into her mouth later that morning.  Sadly again, she actually found his tremendous girth made the experience more of a chore than enjoyable.  Plus T seems to be more a quiet and undemonstrative lover than my wife's ideal (she loves positive feedback, whether verbally or via telltale groans that let her know that she is pleasing her man!).  

All in all though, Friday night/Saturday morning was very hot and I now have a lasting mental image of my wife's lips wrapped around T's enormous cock head, with my wife sucking diligently while her other hand stroked up and down on his shaft.  Eventually T came (she was disappointed he was more a dribbler than a spurter, but guys can't have all the tools in one package, eh?). My wife stroked him off as she tired of keeping that giant member in her mouth.  Before leaving, she suggested that the next time they get together they plan things a bit better, both to be alone first thing and to avoid the deleterious effects of alcohol, at least for the initial encounter.

One last note and funny aside about my wife's date with T.  I quickly realized that I had left my cell phone in the car she took.  While we have a house phone, we basically keep it as part of a package with our internet service, and our home phone cannot dial out to other area codes.  Well, my wife's cell is an old number with a different area code, so I was unable even to call her and tell her what had happened.  Long story short, I passed the entire night with no clue about her adventures, and she also began to wonder why I didn't respond back to her texts as I usually do with promptness.  It was excruciating for me to be figuratively in the dark the entire night, although equally a turn on to be left completely to my own imagination as to what she was doing!

Rest assured, I made sure I had my cell the next evening, when my wife had her second date with J.  But I'll leave those details for another post.  With TOM's arrival, you can guess that their relationship was not fully consummated, but there are plenty of very hot details to pass on . . . .

It's been awhile, but I've been meaning to update our cuckolding journey.  The interval between now and my last post is somewhat indicative of the focus and title of this posting thread:  “cuckolding stability.”  We are purposefully proceeding according to the wisdom of the tortoise, moving slow and steady, in order not to overwhelm my darling wife.

Last I wrote, I had recounted my wife's first time giving T a blow job.  Her time of the month had unexpectedly arrived that same night, but she still went out with another boyfriend, J, the next night.  And that is where I'll continue and then try to bring everything up to date.

The date with J was mid November.  I found the arrangements to begin the date very exciting because my wife was meeting J at the apartment/condo of a couple that are friends of J.  The plan was for all to watch a college football game before J and my wife turned up the heat later.  What was so exciting about this was that the couple would almost certainly be aware that my wife was married but showing up alone to be with J.  In short, she'd be openly romancing J!

It turned out to be even sexier than I'd imagined.  Family of the couple were there as well, so even more people could witness my wife's intimacy with J.  Now, at most there may have been some affectionate and socially proper touching at the party between J and my wife — and I don't think even that occurred as will be apparent later — but the intimacy I'm speaking of is of the unseen but perceived variety, the relationship between the two.  Nothing was ever discussed in front of my wife, but others probably guessed there was an extra-marital liaison at work.

I had expected J and my wife to go out on the town together after the football party, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out that they went out as a group, J and my wife along with the couple.  So there could really be no question that the couple understood the dynamic between J and my wife.  As my wife recounted events later, some of the smallest details (including ones she mentioned as an afterthought or only upon follow-up inquiries from me) turn me on the most.  For instance, my wife is normally a non-smoker but I always love how she lets loose a bit and joins her boyfriends in having cigarettes with them.  My wife was fond of karaoke before we met, but since I am not, she has rarely had a chance to exercise that interest.  Well, I loved hearing about how she and some woman she met at one karaoke bar they stopped at came up on stage together to help someone struggling with the words to a song and, arms around each other, my wife and this woman gleefully belted out the remainder together.  Also, J is a very polite guy, but not given to much if any PDA.  So at one bar, my wife hooked her legs over one of J's and, addressing the couple accompanying them, playfully remarked on how J had spent the entire night so far without putting his hands on her!  What adds spice to this is that my wife had on a sexy pair of high heel boots that extend over her knees, creating this wonderful visual of the leg hooking.

What was also nice about my wife's time out on the town is that she texted me quite a bit.  Remember that, as bold as she may seem at certain moments, overall my wife enters the cuckolding arena with some overriding trepidation.  So in the past her texting has either been very sparse or brief.  But on this night, we carried on quite an extensive and (so far as texting allows) somewhat substantive conversation.  Going out with three other people doubtless gave her more of an opportunity for this, but it was great to see my wife's comfort level grow to the point that she could enjoy the company of her boyfriend while at the same time integrating me into the experience.  Now for that longed-for day when the comfort is such that she can have sex right in front of me . . . . sigh!

Eventually all four headed back to J's place.  Nothing sexual went on as a group, but they all talked and hung out late into the wee hours.  As a month has gone by, it's funny that I can't even say for sure whether my wife gave J another blow job as she had multiple times after the Halloween party.  I do remember that J was fairly wiped out and so that any cocksucking that was done would have occurred in a semi-erect state and I know there was no cumming.  In the morning, J had returned to soberness and was desirous of some more effectual play, but by that time my wife was just ready to return home and coquettishly advised him that they should make sure to play before imbibing next time.

Okay, now to fill in the gap to the present.  The next free weekend we had (i.e., sans kids) was right after Thanksgiving. Both T and J had out-of-town plans and, as it turned out, T found a new gal in the interim so there probably will be no further play with him for awhile.  I was pretty blue about the lack of cuckolding prospects, especially after we had come so close the last free weekend, but I mostly succeeded in remaining non-pushy so as not to turn my wife off the entire adventure.

The good news was that, in order to drum up other prospects, on that Saturday my wife started looking through craigslist ads. Let me say here that my preference would be for an adult personals site, so as to screen out some of the phonies that seem to populate craigslist, but in keeping with cuckolding stability my wife can get turned off by the whole “creating a profile” process and sifting through scores of responses.  So, she likes the ease of just clicking through local craigslist posts and the anonymity of it.  Long story short, she ended up making two worthwhile connections.

First, somewhat out of chronological sequence, she started corresponding with a Dom and has gone out for drinks with the Dom and his wife — I'll refer to them as D & I.  I don't think D advertised overtly as a Dom, and I know he didn't mention his wife, I, and her inclusion in D/s play until later — but my wife has very admirably kept an open mind and things are still on course for her first excursion into this area.  They all met at a local lounge on a weekday night and seemed to develop a good rapport.  As my wife recounted the conversation to me, I could tell D is a mature and sincere Dom.  In fact, his understanding and consideration for his subs is very reminiscent of Luvr's discussions on this subject.  “I” is also a very beautiful woman and so I am delighted by the prospect of D putting both my wife and “I” through their paces together!  Best of all, when my wife mentioned that she would like to have events photographed or recorded on video so as to “include” me, D was very understanding and agreed.  At this point, D and my wife are emailing to discuss interests my wife would like to explore.  Schedules may mean the first session may not occur until after the holidays, but my wife has already had her first “Brazilian” upon instructions from D to have her privates in “immaculately clean” condition!

But back to the other connection.  Again, in regard to her overall hesitancy, my wife felt most inclined to follow up on a posting from a man just looking to go out for drinks.  So the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I drove her to a local establishment with a number of bars and a hotel all contained under the same roof.  It was my idea to drive her, both so that she could drink freely without fear of driving under the influence, and because it is very hot for me to drive my wife to her dates (especially thinking I may need to pick her up from a lover's place the next morning)!  Well, I probably cannot adequately express to you how excited I was to receive a picture from her within a couple hours of dropping her off.  It was of her and her date — I'll refer to him as K — with lips locked in a deliciously passionate-looking kiss.  Wow!  I truly believed that, in conjunction with a few texts telling me how well things were going, she would be going home with him or getting a hotel room.  But she was not quite ready for that next step so soon, and I happily drove to the bar after closing time to pick her up.  I quickly realized that I was right behind K's car when I pulled into our prearranged meeting spot.  I could see the shape of K's head but not my wife, so for a few brief moments I had the thrill of thinking she was bent across the front seat and giving him head!  Not to be, as I soon saw her lovely locks emerge from the side of the headrest, but at least it was in order to give K a parting kiss.  I was a little disappointed to note the brevity of that kiss, but understandably I later learned that K was exceedingly nervous, despite my wife's constant assurances, that I was going to “get him” and K had spent a good part of the night looking over his shoulder thinking an angry husband was at the bar, lurking incognito.

Almost to the present now, my wife continued emailing K and calmed his nerves about my intentions.  They managed to get together about a week ago at his place after work.  My wife was back on her period, but K eagerly accepted her offer to come over to orally pleasure him.   They enjoyed lots of sensual caressing for the first hour or two, with K quickly removing my wife's blouse and bra.  The image of my wife, a married woman, sitting and lying topless about the apartment of a younger and single married stud for long periods really turns me on!  Lots of making out and heavy petting and grinding ensued, and my wife eventually mentioned that they better get down to business as it was a weeknight and getting late.  She was pleasantly surprised by K's size as he presented his cock to her — although not thick, she said he was quite long.  She stroked his cock for a good ten minutes or so while they passionately kissed, then moved down to accept him into her mouth.  She told me she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth, though she loves vocal feedback from men and K was extremely quiet (he has a studio and was paranoid about neighbors hearing, though he did sincerely tell her it as “awesome”).  K did not take overly long to come — my wife estimated he was in her mouth from 10-15 minutes. I had high hopes that K would be willing to photo or video a blow job, based on his complicity in allowing a kissing picture at the bar during their first meeting, but he proved to be squirrelly on any recording despite my wife's requests.  Anyway, I've mentioned before her aversion to swallowing semen and even allowing it in her mouth, making it extremely hot that she took J's load in her mouth after his Halloween party.  Well, K's moment was arguably even sexier.  While she did not swallow, she was working very hard to overcome her inhibition and told me she kept her mouth over his exploding cock for a good 10-15 seconds, as long as she could.  She let his come (which she said was tasteless and very white, prompting her to at least consider swallowing it in the future) dribble out of her mouth, leaving me at least with an exciting mental image!

K has been unavailable for a follow-up over the last week and is traveling shortly, but both he and my wife seem eager to get together when he returns, probably sometime in late December.  J was also out of town last weekend, and with T now latched to a new love and D & I also busy, I was in danger of falling into the wanna-be-cuckold blues again.  We had a kidless weekend with a decided paucity of cuckolding options.  I'll say now though, in finishing this post and bringing things fully up to date, there is a very happy ending . . . .

After attending a holiday party this last Saturday, we went back home.  My wife looked incredibly sexy in a long black dress, 5″ heels, nylons, and sexy jewelry.  It was only about 8:30 when we got back home, and she was looking far too fabulous for us to call it a night.  So . . . back to craigslist ads it was!  Usually my wife just sifts through postings, half seriously in the interests of meeting someone, and half as a pastime to amuse herself.  This is usually best to keep my wife from feeling “pushed,” so I generally find something else to do close by, or massage her feet, so as to be close enough to hear her comments without making her feel stressed.  But this time was different in two regards.  First, was wife allowed me to sit beside her and participate in evaluating potential dates, and she was in a sufficiently comfortable and excited state to allow this to happen.  Second, she agreed with a point I made gently that the most efficient means of finding a good and immediately available date prospect on very short notice would be simply to post her own ad, state what she was looking for, and then read through and respond to replies.  Thus it was that we embarked upon a posting mentioning that she was “all dressed up with nowhere to go.”

As it happened, she never did end up going out.  We passed a furiously active and erotic time reviewing and discussing potential candidates, with my wife communicating with men throughout.  Eventually we narrowed the field to a few finalists (my wife courteously thanked everyone for their interest and informed them she had made other plans, so this was not a callous process), then to one winner.  He was a fireman, 6'4″, broad shouldered, and turning my wife on just by the looks of him.  But, after everyone else received emails stating my wife had made other plans, this finalist winner stated that he lived about an hour away!!  That effectively ended the night's adventure, my wife too tired to wait for him to arrive and a bit too spent by that time to get back into discussions with anyone else.  Honestly, I found it hard to simply cool down from the crescendo of excitement, but I knew by experience the worst thing I could do from a future cuckolding standpoint would be to pout.  So, off to bed it was.

But . . . here is where the happy ending comes in!  One of the finalists from Saturday night was also a 6'4″, broad shouldered and attractive man, albeit with one key difference:  he was black.  Now, my wife never having been with a black man, her general trepidation with cuckolding was exacerbated by the prospect of breaking a second, interracial barrier at the same time.  Throughout the ad vetting process Saturday night, I had been extremely excited about this black candidate, as I have long harbored interracial cuckolding fantasies.  But I encouraged my wife to pick a potential date she felt most comfortable with, so the 6'4″ white fireman won out.  

Well, the 6'4″ black candidate followed up the next day, just asking how things went.  Long story short, this keyed up an email correspondence between my wife and this man, who I'll call “C,” and the two arranged to meet at a bar Monday evening after my wife's brazilian appointment.  I was very cautiously optimistic that Monday morning, as my wife agreed to have me put several condoms in her purse, “just in case.”  She also informed me that she would be stopping home after work and before her brazilian appointment, in order to put on a sexier outfit for meeting C, including a garter belt, stockings, high heel black patent knee high boots, and a pair from among the sexy new panties she bought a couple weeks ago reserved just for boyfriends and dates (read here – not for hubby!).  Needless to say, she was obviously contemplating something more than a simple dinner and conversation, but I did not press the discussion so as not to overwhelm her.

My work day passed fairly well, and as I would not be home until after my wife left for her brazilian, I asked her to text or email me about the outfit she chose to accompany the boots.  It turned out that she was in such a rush after leaving work late that she had time only to put on her boots, and no time to contact me until I was in the rush hour slog back home. Fortunately, the woman doing the brazilian was gracious despite her 10 minute late arrival, and I was already looking forward to seeing her bare shaven sex and bottom when she returned home!  We chatted while I returned home and she drove to the bar for her meeting with C, and then I passed a quiet evening home alone (kids were at the other parents' houses) wondering how the date was going.

The hours passed and, as it was a weeknight, I didn't know how to interpret the implications of going well past nine o'clock without hearing from my wife.  I didn't think she wouldn't go to C's place without telling me (we agreed that she would tell me if she left anywhere with him, for safety as much as for any other purpose), so did the late hour mean that she would simply be returning home?  Had she left for his place without telling me, caught up in the moment?  Well, I got a text telling me she was still at the lounge — followed shortly after, at about quarter of 10, by a call.  She was driving behind C on the way to his place!  Breathless, at least figuratively, would best describe my emotional state.  We chatted for ten minutes or so.  She was having a good time, all indications were that C was a stand-up guy, and she gave me his address after pulling into his driveway.  Then . . . . not a call or text for the rest of the night.

For some couples, that might be a signal that something was amiss.  Not to say I didn't worry at times, but my wife is notoriously bad about keeping track of time and communication plans.  So I was never too anxious, certainly not more anxious than excited about what may be happening!  Had 6 am rolled around without word, I'd have called her and then driven there if she did not answer.  But about 3:30 am (having slept maybe for 10 minutes all told, such was my titillation level), I saw the telltale headlight beams roll into the driveway.  My wife greeted me at the door with a long and intense tongue kiss.  This is not how we usually kiss, so I knew almost immediately that she had at least taken C's cock in her mouth.  Then, one of the first things she said to me, with a beaming smile and followed by another long and passionate french kiss, was:  “I had BBC inside me tonight.”

OK, this post is long enough, so I'll end on that high note and fill in details later (hopefully).  Needless to say, I am one very, very, very happy man!  And, as I can now truly say, a cuckold — and more than that, made a cuckold by my wife's first BBC!