Yesterday’s Success

I’ve been contributing to this site forum for sometime now under the “Getting Started” section, giving account my own journey into being a cuckold and the ups and downs that my wife and I have been through to get us where we are today……or yesterday as the case was. Please read on…….

Three times by design, one time by accident and one no-show. The slow but steady progression of me and wife’s journey into cuckolding. Below is an account of yesterday’s adventure. The latest and most successful of them all to date. 

It was hastily arranged but the old fuck buddy of my wife’s came through in the end. Firstly, I got the call from my wife around midday yesterday, stating that she was meeting with this former colleague at about 3pm. At this point, neither my wife or I had any serious ideas about what the meeting would hold. We had our hopes but we weren’t discounting the prospect of a plain old chit-chat over a drink. Nothing to get excited about just yet. 

2.30pm and I got another call from my wife. Just a “killing time” sort of call but their was also a sense of reassurance that she needed from me before she left the house. After a 6 years break from seeing each other, there was going to be either some serious awkwardness between them or it would be like time had stood still. I didn’t know the guy from Adam so all I could do was be vague in my reassurances and tell her that come what may, she would have a good time by the end of the get together? Over the next 20 minutes, after we had finished our call, there was a flurry of tweets from my wife. They were a sure sign of nerves and it wasn’t until about 3.30pm that I got the next text message. It simply read “Off to get a hotel room”. Those 6 little words got me as hard as my CB would allow and in the shortest time possible, too!

I repled quickly to tell her to enjoy herself and then I sat in wonder. In a state of disbelief and excitement. Here was the opportunity for my wife to enjoy the extra marital sex that I had been wanting her to have for some time. Her previous exploits have by and large been a bit of a let down. Certainly when it came to the actual sex at least. Her old fuck buddy was almost guaranteed to hit the spot though. Being well hung and having good staying power being just two bunuses he held. Attraction was there also which really I suppose, is the mortar that holds things together to form the complete package.

A little later, I received the last text. It was telling me that she loved me and that her phone was about to die from battery failure. My first thoughts were “no photo’s for me then” but just knowing that my wife was in bed with a superior swordsman was more than enough to keep me perpetually on the brink of being hard in my cage. If I paused for a moment to really think about it, I WAS hard in my cage!

The next few hours were a blur of domestic activities for me. The usual household chores, getting the kids ready for their evening and eventual bedtime. Our youngest was in bed at 7pm and soon asleep. Our eldest was still awake but in his room, when unexpectedly, my wife returned home. It was 7.45pm and much sooner than I thought her return would be. I could see her glowing in a way only a good fucking can give and she had the biggest smile to greet me with. Had our eldest been asleep, I would have been instantly all over her. Instead, between minor details of her liason, I showered her with my appreciative kisses and affection.

Our eldest child was prematurely given his orders to hit the sack and to get to sleep ASAP!

A short while later, my wife went upstairs while I locked up and switched everything off. As I entered our bedroom, my wife was naked on the bed with the exception of her knickers. I hurriedly got undressed to join her and once again started my lip worship of her. Although she was feeling the effects of being well and truly fucked, her hornyness was reignited by my actions. Knowing that she had a husband who wouldn’t get in the way of what she truly deserved, I think strengthened her position of mistress of me. My cuckoldress. My Domme and a term that she detests…..my hotwife.

My wife had told me that they had had to travel further afield for an affordable hotel facility so even though her old F-B had taken her 3 times and given her a minimum of 6 orgasms, between bathroom visits, travelling and so on, most, if not all his deposits had been lost. As I gently removed her knickers, I wasn’t sure at all what to expect. But one thing for sure was that I was about to do what any good cuckold husband should and that was to worship her tender, used pussy with my sex organ…..my tongue.

The curtains in our room were left open so        I would be able to see everything I had coming. The sight I was greeted with was one I have only seen before when using bigger toys on her but even then, it was different. It was clearly well used. Opened up like a flower, for want of a better description. I caught myself by surprise at how I actually wanted to see or feel the liquid evidence of her F-B’s efforts and asked her after a minute to straddle my face. Still nothing came but she did taste sweeter and something I hadn’t bargained for were some rogue pubic hairs that could only belong to another. Both my wife and I keep ourselves shaved. 

I was then unlocked and told that I could penetrate my wife’s used pussy which I quickly took her up on. She was feeling very tender and so I proceeded with care. I slipped in much easier than usual and she felt so wet and welcoming. Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t awash with someone else’s cum but it was definitely wet and as I began to slowly slip in and out of her, she recalled to me more details of her coupling. How his cock was more or less exactly the size of our hollow strap-on. The positions they had enjoyed. How it took no time at all for him to recover from his own orgasm. The mess they made of the bed. How he complemented her on her blowjob skills. How she could only just get her thumb and fingers to meet around his girth. During all this, I was told that I was NOT to cum myself or I would be getting a cream pie of my own making. Even though I craved it from another man’s cock, I find the thought of consuming my own to be horrible. Strange but true.

It wasn’t long before I was given a choice of my own then. My wife had a change of heart and offered me the chance to cum where her F-B had been cumming only an hour or so before. I chose not to. The feelings I were experiencing were longer lasting than the second or two an orgasm of my own would offer. As I responded with my answer, my wife wrapped her legs around me in appreciation of my resolve but this action had me instantly on the edge and so I withdrew my dick from her. With that, we continued cuddling, kissing and talking about events. Half an hour later I was back in my chastity device and spoon cuddling my wife to sleep.

Her F-B is leaving the country again and for how long, nobody knows. I only hope that a very similar opportunity comes knocking again before much more time passes and that I can be involved more in terms of preparations, maybe getting to hear or see my wife getting what she thoroughly deserves and less time before I get to adminster aftercare.