To Whom it may Concern,
I know many never would have considered the cuckold fantasy, that goes without saying. Even a large part of those that would would never entertain the idea of sharing that fantasy with their wife. And I have no doubt that most would have followed up on it if their wife was a psych major. I am sure many would have been scared of the medical diagnosis of his fantasy that he is just a sick fuck would have been the expectation, or possibly some latent homosexual tendancies . But I don’t know why those thoughts didn’t scare me enough to avoid it, but I didn’t.
Instead, after a few years, I did confess them to my wife. And she did not profess me to be a sick fuck, or accuse me of having latent homosexual tendancies. Instead, she explained that it probably stemmed from an overwhelming feeling of control in my life, that it was my own inner conscience wanting something so intimately familiar to me, as the sexual activity of my wife, to be completely out of my control, in fact, to feel absolute helplessness in that area. She said she didn’t find my fantasy to be repulsive at all, but that it completely made sense. To hear this from my wife was a relief. It was good to have someone hear my fantasy. It was even better to have it understood and validated that it wasn’t horrible to have.
Later that night, once the lights were off, and the house was quiet, I heard her whisper “have you ever beat off thinking of me getting fucked by someone else?”
“Yes” I whispered back. “Many times.”
“100 times you think?”
“Yes, easily. It is something I have thought about for a long time.”
There was a long pause, and I wondered if she was suddenly finding disgust in my admission, before I heard another response in the dark. “Me too.”
My heart leapt into my throat. What did she mean? Did she mean she had thought of fucking other guys in the past? Has she masturbated to it? 100 times? Has this been a long fantasy for her? Suddenly, I was afraid to know the answer and stopped talking and no more comments came from her. It was a few hours before I was brave enough to sneak off into the bathroom and beat off before I could get to ....
The next morning, Ashley got up early and got ready for work. She took her time getting ready paying more attention than usual to her dress, makeup and hair. She was a knockout the day I met her, and though we had been married for 8 years, she remained a knockout, though she was the type of girl who never seemed to know. And she usually didn’t advertise it either, dressing conservatively. After all, being a psychologist, she is expected to be smart, not sexy.
But that morning was different. She actually showed something that revealed some cleavage, of which she had a substantial amount from her firm 36C beauties. She walked across the room and I noticed the heels, of which I could only recall I had seen her in 3 times since I had met her. And I smelled the intoxicating smell of perfume that I loved, that she hadn’t worn except for special occasions since we got engaged. Just seeing her got me excited and horny.
She walked over to me and used her fingers to guide my chin so I was looking in her eyes. “You know I know when you lie, right?”
She called me out on a lie on our first date, and I don’t think I was ever able to hold out on her in the past, which put me in some serious jams. “Yes.”
“Did you sneak out of bed last night and beat off thinking of another guy fucking me?” My eyes lowered to the side, and she laughed. “You don’t even have to answer that! I already know!” She laughed again, I didn’t know if she was laughing at my answer, the way of my answer, or at me, but I felt like she was laughing at me. “Don’t you think I look pretty?”
“Yes, of course I do!” I answered making sure to secure eye contact.
“Well you should tell me that then without me having to ask.”
“Of course dear, I’m sorry” I said and leaned in and kissed her lips. To my surprise though, she didn’t kiss me back. I opened my eyes and saw her simply looking at me before I pulled away. I was thoroughly confused, what did I say to make her mad? I stepped back to admire her, “You certainly do look beautiful today” hoping to score some points again.
“Thank you. Hold out your hand” she said in an icy tone.
I did as instructed, and to my surprise, she took off her wedding rings and placed them in my hand. “Put those in a safe spot, I won’t be needing those for awhile” she whispered in my ear before walking to the door. “Um…” she said rather impatiently, “you should be opening the door for me as well.”
I had been standing there absolutely dumbfounded, but once she pointed that out to me, I ran to the door and opened it for her, then watched her saunter out the door. I had no idea what to think. Was I in trouble? Was she planning on getting fucked today? Or was she just fucking with my mind? That had to be it…she was just fucking with my mind, encouraging my fantasy…but I still had that nagging thought about last night. What did she mean by “me too”?
I know many never would have considered the cuckold fantasy, that goes without saying. Even a large part of those that would would never entertain the idea of sharing that fantasy with their wife. And I have no doubt that most would have followed up on it if their wife was a psych major. I am sure many would have been scared of the medical diagnosis of his fantasy that he is just a sick fuck would have been the expectation, or possibly some latent homosexual tendancies . But I don’t know why those thoughts didn’t scare me enough to avoid it, but I didn’t.
Instead, after a few years, I did confess them to my wife. And she did not profess me to be a sick fuck, or accuse me of having latent homosexual tendancies. Instead, she explained that it probably stemmed from an overwhelming feeling of control in my life, that it was my own inner conscience wanting something so intimately familiar to me, as the sexual activity of my wife, to be completely out of my control, in fact, to feel absolute helplessness in that area. She said she didn’t find my fantasy to be repulsive at all, but that it completely made sense. To hear this from my wife was a relief. It was good to have someone hear my fantasy. It was even better to have it understood and validated that it wasn’t horrible to have.
Later that night, once the lights were off, and the house was quiet, I heard her whisper “have you ever beat off thinking of me getting fucked by someone else?”
“Yes” I whispered back. “Many times.”
“100 times you think?”
“Yes, easily. It is something I have thought about for a long time.”
There was a long pause, and I wondered if she was suddenly finding disgust in my admission, before I heard another response in the dark. “Me too.”
My heart leapt into my throat. What did she mean? Did she mean she had thought of fucking other guys in the past? Has she masturbated to it? 100 times? Has this been a long fantasy for her? Suddenly, I was afraid to know the answer and stopped talking and no more comments came from her. It was a few hours before I was brave enough to sneak off into the bathroom and beat off before I could get to ....
The next morning, Ashley got up early and got ready for work. She took her time getting ready paying more attention than usual to her dress, makeup and hair. She was a knockout the day I met her, and though we had been married for 8 years, she remained a knockout, though she was the type of girl who never seemed to know. And she usually didn’t advertise it either, dressing conservatively. After all, being a psychologist, she is expected to be smart, not sexy.
But that morning was different. She actually showed something that revealed some cleavage, of which she had a substantial amount from her firm 36C beauties. She walked across the room and I noticed the heels, of which I could only recall I had seen her in 3 times since I had met her. And I smelled the intoxicating smell of perfume that I loved, that she hadn’t worn except for special occasions since we got engaged. Just seeing her got me excited and horny.
She walked over to me and used her fingers to guide my chin so I was looking in her eyes. “You know I know when you lie, right?”
She called me out on a lie on our first date, and I don’t think I was ever able to hold out on her in the past, which put me in some serious jams. “Yes.”
“Did you sneak out of bed last night and beat off thinking of another guy fucking me?” My eyes lowered to the side, and she laughed. “You don’t even have to answer that! I already know!” She laughed again, I didn’t know if she was laughing at my answer, the way of my answer, or at me, but I felt like she was laughing at me. “Don’t you think I look pretty?”
“Yes, of course I do!” I answered making sure to secure eye contact.
“Well you should tell me that then without me having to ask.”
“Of course dear, I’m sorry” I said and leaned in and kissed her lips. To my surprise though, she didn’t kiss me back. I opened my eyes and saw her simply looking at me before I pulled away. I was thoroughly confused, what did I say to make her mad? I stepped back to admire her, “You certainly do look beautiful today” hoping to score some points again.
“Thank you. Hold out your hand” she said in an icy tone.
I did as instructed, and to my surprise, she took off her wedding rings and placed them in my hand. “Put those in a safe spot, I won’t be needing those for awhile” she whispered in my ear before walking to the door. “Um…” she said rather impatiently, “you should be opening the door for me as well.”
I had been standing there absolutely dumbfounded, but once she pointed that out to me, I ran to the door and opened it for her, then watched her saunter out the door. I had no idea what to think. Was I in trouble? Was she planning on getting fucked today? Or was she just fucking with my mind? That had to be it…she was just fucking with my mind, encouraging my fantasy…but I still had that nagging thought about last night. What did she mean by “me too”?
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I would like to think that I could add a chapter a week....but I would also like to know that people read and enjoy it as well. if you do, please share your thoughts, pro or con
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I don't disagree with a single word Steve
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