Can't believe that my husband wants me to cuckold
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Chuck and I have been married for 10 years. He loved watching me undress before sex, and he often asked me to lie on the bed by myself so that he could masturbate. I wondered why he did not want me to jerk him off, but I figured that it must’ve been a fantasy of his. One night when he was watching me and jerking off, he said that he wished he could see me in bed with another man. I frowned. What is he on about? Oh, my God. My husband wants me to cuckold.
Three weeks had passed since that night, and Chuck had not mentioned anything about wanting to see me in bed with another man. I can’t say that the thought of it didn’t turn me on. Chuck was great in bed, but there was something about being with a stranger and my husband watching that got me wet. I would never have cheated on him, so having his consent would make me comfortable. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was picturing Chuck watch me suck another man’s dick. It felt so dirty, but I liked it.
We used to have sex every night until Chuck got involved in a business venture. Then, it happened three times a week, sometimes twice when he was exhausted. I felt sorry for him, but I felt worse for myself since he didn’t satisfy my cravings. I had a healthy sexual appetite and wanted to express myself whenever possible.
On Sunday, I made Chuck a lasagne, his favourite, and gave him a massage in bed. He flipped onto his stomach and pulled up my skirt. I opened my legs, and he wiggled his tongue like a dog. My back arched before I dropped my eyelids and moaned. He did his usual routine of jerking off in the corner when watching me strip. Something about it made me wetter. It’s like he could have me whenever he wanted, but he restrained himself. That made me feel I could not have him, which made me want him more.
He gave me a good banging. I have to admit that it was not his greatest performance. Not having him inside me for a few days had made me crave his dick. Any performance on that day was better than nothing for me. We didn’t have sex for the next two weeks. Chuck used his business as an excuse, and I got sick of it. I reached a point where I did not care about his exhaustion. All I wanted was dick.
He came home late on Wednesday. I offered him dinner, but he refused. After rubbing his shoulders, I sat in his lap and stroked his dick.
“Jane, don’t do that,” he said.
I had never heard those words from him when we got frisky. “Oh. Okay. Didn’t mean to upset you. So sorry,” I said before standing up and darting to the bedroom. He apologised when he got in bed and said that he was stressed. Chuck was concerned about pleasing his partner, Evan Hughes. He had invested a lot of money in Chuck’s venture, and hubby was afraid that the launch would not be successful since the business wasn’t ready.
“Anything I can do to make you feel better, baby?”
“I was thinking about inviting Evan for dinner tomorrow night. I have to tell him that we might have to postpone the launch. The best way is for me to fatten him up a bit and kind of slip in the news. Would you make us your famous casserole?”
“Anything for you, sweetie.”
Chuck kissed my forehead before falling asleep. I was hoping for more, but alas. He got up at five and left after the shower. I had hoped that he would have coffee with me. Being home alone the whole day and expecting a grumpy husband at the end of the day had become irritating. I needed new energy around the house.
“Evan’s gonna be here in half an hour,” said Chuck after he greeted me.
He took a shower before changing into a suit. I put on a sexy, little number and hoped that Chuck would comment. No such luck. My lips tightened before I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and shook my head. I hated being ignored.
Chuck scrambled to put the files away when he heard the doorbell. I told him that I would answer the door so that he had time to regain composure. A smile appeared on my face when I opened the door. A man with a British accent and one of the nicest suits I had seen was staring at me.
“I believe you must be Jane,” he said before holding my hand and laying a peck on it. “Evan Hughes.”
Butterflies flew around my stomach when he held eye contact with me. I could not remember the last time I felt that way. My cheeks flushed when he complimented me on my dress. It was more the thought that mattered than the words, but those were also special.
“I hope you like casserole,” I said.
“Anything from you, I love.”
I smiled and looked down. My heart was pounding. The last time I felt that way was when waiting for Chuck to pick me up on our first date. Chuck was so focused on Evan that he didn’t notice me glancing at Evan during dinner.
“Chuck, you have such a lovely wife.”
“I do. I’m a lucky guy.”
I was looking at Evan when smiling. Chuck escorted Evan to the lounge and asked him if he wanted a cigar. When I was washing the dishes, Chuck told me that Evan requested that I join them. I dropped the dishes and adjusted my dress.
“Why don’t you sit next to Evan, dear? He can’t stop raving about you,” said Chuck.
I was happy to oblige. Evan complimented my hair and skin. Years had passed since Chuck had complimented my hair. When Chuck persisted with his story about the business, Evan turned to me and asked me if I had travelled.
“Only to a few countries. I’d love to go see Italy.”
“It’s beautiful there,” said Evan. “Milan is spectacular during summer.”
“Oh, so you’ve been?”
“I’ve got a villa there. I visit every summer.”
“You should come and have a look,” he said before turning to Chuck. “You, too, of course.”
When I went to the kitchen to make coffee, Chuck came in and said that he wanted to have a word with me. He sat on the stool and pecked his tooth when tapping his foot.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked.
“I was thinking about something. It’s crazy, but hear me out. There’s no way I can tell Evan about postponing the launch without buttering him up more. He’s gonna freak when I have to tell him that I need another million, as well.”
“I know. I know. So, here’s what I propose. You know that I’ve thought about you with another guy.” I nodded. “Well, Evan could be that guy.” I compressed my lips to hold back a smile. “I know it’s crazy, but -.”
“I’ll do it.”
Chuck stood up and gaped. “You will?”
“Anything for you, sweetie.”
He embraced me and kissed my forehead before telling me that I was the best. He had no idea that I was doing more for myself. Chuck held my hand when he escorted me to the lounge and sat me beside Evan.
“My wife thinks you’re a very attractive man and would like to get to know you a bit better.
My head snapped toward Chuck when I gaped. He rubbed my shoulder.
“What do you mean?” asked Evan.
“Well, she gives great massages. Then, we can take it from there.”
He shifted in his seat and raised his eyebrows. “Okay. That sounds interesting.” He turned to me. “Where would you like to give me this massage?”
“In our bed,” said Chuck.
I grabbed Evan’s hand and led him to the bedroom. He lay prone before I sat on his back and massaged his shoulders. I shifted down and sat on his legs to massage his ass. He moaned. I stood beside the bed and slipped off my dress. Evan flipped over and smiled. He was erect. I unzipped his pants and got on my knees. His dick felt so good in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of it. He smiled and moaned when I shoved his balls into my mouth.
Evan bent me over the bed and stuck his dick inside without a condom. My pussy dripped. He rode me like a wild animal. I screamed loud and looked at the door; it was open. Knowing that Chuck could hear us made me hornier. Evan stuck his finger in my ass when he thrust.
“Come suck here,” he said when holding his dick.
I got on my knees and engulfed his entire dick with my mouth. He pulled my head when I gurgled. Evan grabbed my arms and raised me off the ground. I shrieked when he pushed me onto the bed. He opened my legs and pummeled me when squeezing my tits. He craned his head up and closed his eyes when he came. It felt amazing. I wish that it had lasted longer.
I could not stop thinking about him that night after he left. Two weeks had passed, and he was still on my mind. Chuck came home and grabbed me before spinning me around.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“Evan is giving me another million, and he’s moving to Singapore. So, not only will I have the money and the business all to myself, but I’m getting rid of him forever.” I was looking down. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
He grimaced. “What? How? We haven’t had sex in weeks.”
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