Extreme acts of cuckolding, love between my Hotwife and Her Lover (my friend)

He makes love to you, wanting you to hand yourself over to him, wanting you to want him more than you do your husband, and at this very moment you genuinely do. The room is candle lite and warm, the bed freshly made and the mirror angled perfectly to watch yourselves as you embrace for the first time in months.

He had wanted to express his fantasies tonight but as you sat at the bar and talked together you felt the need to tell him what you really wanted. You told him this first time, this first night together after so long, you needed to feel his desire and affection for you. The perversions would come later, but now you wanted the truth to be expressed physically, for him to tell you exactly how he felt about you and that he wanted something far more intimate from you, as you did him.

More than anything you wanted this man to love you, to make you feel desired, to have him to think of at moments during your day, to know he wanted to be with you whenever he could be. You also wanted a husband that accepted this need within you, a husband that protects you, provides for you, and gives you the freedom to love another and be loved by another, whilst expressing his jealousy in a way that makes you feel even more wanted and needed than you have even experienced in your life.

Your night together started with a long conversation, both open and frank. On occasion it was uncomfortable as he fought his concern for his friend and finally understood and accepted that to love you was not a betrayal but was something between just the two of you. You knew that without using the words cuck or cuckold, that you had to explain to him that it was something we both accepted as part of our dynamics and embraced at an intellectual and emotional level within our marriage. From your explanations he finally felt his concerns fall aside embracing the fact that your affection for each other would not hurt your cuckold husband, as we all understood the implications and positive impact such a closeness would bring directly and indirectly to our seperate relationships.

Once you had come to understand what it was you wanted from each other, your drinks and cigars were cast aside, and he took you to your marital bed to consummate your new found understanding. You lay alongside him, your mind calm and content and that sense of caring connection encouraging you to look into his eyes and touch his face as you lay in the semi dark. Gently kissing his lips, your spirit radiating a strong sense of affection for him, waiting for signs that he has finally given in to his feelings for you and will soon tell you what he needs, asking you to comply. You so wanted him to drop the final barrier and to share himself with you completely.

Laying together, you both talked, sharing yourselves and each other openly, acknowledging that this was yet again so very different from every other time you had been together. He could finally allow himself to feel and express everything. He touched your body lovingly, his feet laid over yours, caressing your arms and back, his fingers finding your neck and then your ear, and then you both moved closer to each other and the moment arrived.

You kissed deeply, his tongue gently finding yours, as he lifted himself on top of you, still entwined as he once again entered you. Your excitement was evident as you felt him pin you to the bed with ease, his slow, gently yet assertive entry into you was meet by your deep involuntary sigh of physical emotion, hoping this was to be the moment. As you looked into each other’s eyes, no words of encouragement or sexual verbalisation, just a physical and emotional connection, growing as his penetration probed your mind and body.

His pace gathered, you forced yourself open to gain more of him as he searched for every millimetre of your womanhood, raising his chest to look down and take in your beauty. Holding your arms separately above you with his fingers entwined with yours, his mouth opened and he formed the very words of commitment. He finally said the words he so wanted to say to you and you so wanted to hear. “I love you”, and then your body took over and you came on his probing manhood as your eyes filled with tears and you acknowledged your love for him.

Nothing would be the same for any of us now, you would see each other more regularly, for longer durations and want nothing more than each other’s love and protection. To have and hold the love of two very different men fulfilled you, made you feel wanted and desired, and complete you in so very many different ways. I know what you need and want and will always do whatever it is that I can to provide it for you, supporting your love through mine

After you had both lay there spent, you talked some more, lighter happier, easier, like two young Lovers, until it was time to make love again. Your body was stretched out across the sheets as he raised himself up to kneel between your sex, wet, open, needy and demanding him. He then entered you again, looking into your eyes, expressing his feelings as he made slow, sensual, demanding love to you again and afterward you held each other and kissed deeply and warmly, before falling asleep.

The next day, me, your husband arrives home from my my business trip and I can feel the change that has taken place between you both. The atmosphere is warm and sensual and as we all talk through the evening you move between us gently, intimate with us individually, cooking for your husband and lover, looking forward to another evening of desire with your now newly pronounced boyfriend and lover. We speak together about how you feel for each other, it fills my heart with both pain and lust for you, your honesty and his honesty a revelation, something that cannot be denied however painful the sharing is. We had discussed this moment many times and hence I knew however much I was consumed by my angst, I must remain clear in my acceptance and support of this achievement. So I spoke my reassuring words to calm him further and as I finished speaking I watched as he turned his eyes back toward you. This relationship was now destined to grow in the coming years and it would become part of our marriage, your needs, my needs, his needs and most of all, our needs, all met.

Hours later, and with dinner finished, I am left to clear away as you lean into your lover and kiss, an embrace displayed purposefully in front of me, one that is more than the earlier intimate checks. I am here only to facilitate your sexuality and emotional journey and witness it as a good cuck husband should. The chairs move back and without a word you both leave the dinning room for our bedroom and I am left to ensure the house is clean and tidy for tomorrow. I can hear your distant calls of desire as you now allow him his fantasies and with previously understood strict instructions that I am not to interrupt you I go to bed and masturbate as you pleasure each other oblivious to my needs for now. Your night of perversions become rather extreme and you fulfil his wants as you show him the beautiful wondrous woman that you are.

In time I am awakened by your body moving over me, suspended above my mouth before you lower yourself onto my wet open orifice, as I am forced to eat from you, eat his love for you, your soothing words encouraging me to endure, ensuring I do not miss a drop. Our new relationship and its growth is now consummated by this Dominant act and I love you even more for it. Then you disappear again and only in the morning after he has left am I forced to clean his love for you again, then allowed to enter you and reclaim you until the next time. I now understood that I am sharing you completely in every possible way with another man and I embraced this painful need with my own painful satisfaction.

As I made love to you you told me the hurtful pleasurable truth, that you had now fallen in love with each other and had spoken together those very words of commitment. As I listened I came, my orgasm being the first truly cucked cum of our marriage. You were now in love with two men at different levels, both of them wanting you in their own ways. It would have its conflicts but we knew that it was something we both reached out for, together.