A Cuckold's Diary
On Monday, May 3, 1998, Sally and I met her "boyfriend," Ted, for our second
day together. Since then, I have been trying to write an account of what happened,
but every time I do, it just comes out sounding like all the other descriptions
of who put what where. Granted, those are fun to read; I've read a few (hundred)
of them myself! Perhaps Sally or Ted could write what they felt, having sex
and cuddling in bed all day long, but I thought that it might be worthwhile
to hear from the other party - the one who sat in a chair at the foot of the
bed, the one who waited on them, the one who cleaned up after them. In other
words, the cuckold husband - me.
My ultimate fantasy has always been to see my wife in another man's arms, in
another man's bed, and enjoying it. This thought has fueled my fantasies for
nearly two decades, and this spring Sally said yes.
I won't go into the details, but suffice to say that we met a gentleman - Ted
- through the Hot Wives Forum. This was wonderful because he understood from
the start where I was coming from, and he has been amazingly receptive to his
"role" in our little game... which has turned into something much
better than a game! He began an e-mail correspondence with Sally, and he was
equally understanding with her. He recognized her nervousness, her fears and
even her difficulty in overcoming her own image of herself as too good a girl
to do something like this. When he asked for pictures of her, I got my first
surprise: she agreed to send him one with both her face and her fully exposed
breasts in plain view. You may be sure that I spent countless hours *******
off as I looked at my copy of that picture, and wondered what had gotten into
her that brought her to expose herself to this stranger. Little did I know how
much would get into her.
We met for lunch, they hit it off, and three weeks later they were in bed together.
The first time was wonderful all around, but the second time - this Monday -
was the complete fulfillment of that ultimate fantasy of mine.
Here, then, are the experiences of a cuckold. If you do not like them, I respect
that. But I wonder what you're doing reading this if you think that way?
First, a little background. Prior to our first meeting, I had learned from Ted
that he is just under 7" long, which is one inch longer than I. What he
neglected to mention was that the head of his penis flares out like a mushroom,
where mine is basically the same size as the shaft. Sally thought that I was
childish to be interested in the size, and she wrote it off as a "guy thing."
That is, she wrote it off until the first moment he put it inside her on their
first date. When he did, she told me later, she felt the head "pop"
into her - a feeling which she described as "wonderful." Then, when
he pushed all the way inside her, she learned that size is, indeed, a "guy
thing," and that this guy's thing was *much* bigger than her husband's!
In addition, I must admit that Ted is a masterful lover; I thought so, but Sally
confirmed it - over and over - in the days following their first meeting. Only
with my encouragement and reassurance was she willing to admit, several days
later, that he made her feel better on their first encounter than I had ever
made her feel in the 18 years we have been making love.
Sunday night, Sally got ready. She showered and made herself "look pretty"
for her date. As she did, she had me feel her, to make sure she was smooth enough
for Ted. Watching her shave her "bikini line," the message was unmistakable:
her lover was going to see her, touch her, kiss her and **** her there, and
she wanted her body to be ready for him.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Sally got ready, I got her a glass of
wine, then I unpacked and prepared the room: candles, the bed turned down and
fresh strawberries in the refrigerator. I also set a chair at the foot of the
bed, with a jar of Vaseline. That would be my place for the day.
Ted arrived, and I watched my wife kiss another man. Not an "air kiss,"
not a kiss on the cheek; she offered him her mouth, her tongue, and her body.
He undressed her, kissing each part of her body as he exposed it. I saw him
grow in his trousers, until he bulged out obscenely in anticipation of her body.
He looked at her skin: her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, her belly, her
mound. I felt a twinge of jealousy as he saw, then touched, my wife's body.
She undressed him, pulling greedily at his underwear to expose his penis, and
taking it into her mouth like a starving woman. He shuddered as she engulfed
his penis with her mouth, and she - my wife - shuddered with delight at the
pleasure she was giving him.
They guided each other into the bed which I had neatly opened for them, and
wrap their arms and legs around each other.
Ted knelt between Sally's legs, and gently massaged her breasts, her stomach,
her legs. He took his time, savoring each moment, each touch. She gasped as
he touched and licked her nipples, and when he removed his mouth, they pointed
up at him with excitement.
Before we arrived at the hotel, I had asked her about the possibility of him
entering her without a condom, and she had rejected that idea completely. Yet
as I watched, I saw her hips moving toward him, reaching out toward his penis
which stood out between her legs as he massaged her belly. I thought, "If
she doesn't stop that, she'll end up with him inside her." Just as I had
that thought, I heard her moan and saw his hips move forward. Her legs shot
up in the air, he laid down on her, and suddenly my wife's vagina was filled
with the hard flesh of another man, uncovered and unprotected. Watching from
the foot of the bed, I saw his naked penis slide in and out of her, and her
natural lubrication glistened on him and flowed down from her ***** in streams.
He ****** her gently, purposefully. She made noises which I had not heard in
18 years of making love to her, and saw in her face a look of surprise, excitement
and wonder at the sensations which he was giving her. I heard my wife say, "My
God, you are touching my womb." She never said that to me, and I knew that
she never would; I am not big enough.
He ****** her slowly, then quickly. She kept saying, "You're so big, you feel so good," as well as other
things which I could not hear, because she whispered them in his ear.
At one point, I stood beside the bed and looked in her face. She was so beautiful,
so alluring, so open - and it was for another man. She looked up at me - her
arms and legs wrapped around his body, his penis deep inside her - and she said,
"He really is better than you. God, he is *so* much better than you!"
As she returned her attention to her lover, there was not a doubt in my mind
that she meant it.
She came in his arms. I saw all the familiar signs of her approaching ******,
but I could only see them; he felt them. He sucked on her nipple, and just as
she came, he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her through her ******.
His body tightened, his pace increased, and her moans turned into encouragement:
"*** in me. I want to feel you *** inside me." I sat in a chair at
the foot of the bed, as another man inseminated my wife. He came loudly, and
hard; I could see his body contracting over and over as he pumped his *****
into her. My wife had said this would absolutely, positively not happen; evidently
she changed her mind, or he changed it for her. It was nothing he forced on
her; she practically begged for it. She wanted it so much; she wanted *him*
so much; she wanted to pleasure him, so very much.
When they finished, and finally separated, Sally spread her legs and called
me over. At their command, I approached her *****; it was like all the "********"
pictures I had ever seen, with milky liquid clinging to every fold, and flowing
slowly out of her vagina. But this was no picture, and no anonymous woman: it
was real, it was my wife's vagina, and it was Ted's *****. The smell was dank,
bitter; I hesitated, and the two of them laughed, hugging and kissing each other
while they made fun of my "problem." "Go ahead, clean me up,"
she insisted. So as my wife kissed her lover, I licked his ***** from her lips.
I tried not to gag as the ***** flowed into my mouth, and I realized that what
I saw and tasted was just the overflow; he had *** deeply inside her (deeper
than I ever had), and what I licked up was only what would not fit in her vagina,
her womb. I licked her clean, and they sent me back to my chair.
They fell asleep in each other's arms. I watched them sleep, and saw that my
wife was not "tolerating" this for my sake, but was very happy, very
comfortable in bed with this man. I pictured his ***** swimming inside her,
going - as he had - where only I had been for many, many years. She looked very
content with this.
Later, when they woke, they sent me to get ice cream. It took a while to find
the place, and to fill their order. On my return, I entered the room to find
her on top of him, her legs spread wide, his penis sliding in and out of her
body. I felt humiliated as I pictured myself standing on line at Friendly's
while she ****** him; I had been sent away, like the little brother given money
for the movies.
She made love to him with her body. She moved forward and backward, and I watched
her ***** lips stretch to kiss him with each stroke. I saw her flex her stomach
muscles, and I heard him cry out with pleasure each time she did.
When they were finally done, Ted got up to shower before he left. Sally ordered
me onto the bed, and told me to **** her. I did so with pleasure, only to suffer
the ultimate humiliation: when I went inside her, I could barely feel her around
me - and she could barely feel me inside her. With a look of surprise and amusement
she asked, "Are you all the way in me?" When I gasped that I was,
she laughed out loud, and I came.
On our way home, Sally said that she loves me very much, and is very glad she
is married to me. She also said that this had been the best sex she ever had.
I looked at her, and asked if she really meant that. Hugging my arm she said,
"Yes, I really mean that. You have never, ever made me feel like that,
and I can't wait for the next time."
We've just made a date for mid-June. Sally is excited, Ted is excited, and and
so am I - one very happy, very humbled cuckold.
We welcome your comments - to any of us - but please don't bother to flame.
Paul and Sally (and Ted!)
A Cuckold's Diary