This is a fairly recent (late 2017) account of my wife's first time.. It also has a lot of my own thoughts and feelings included as the whole cuckolding thing is a massive emotional rush.. A lot of details I know to be fact, but there are some that I've had to piece together given what my wife told me.. Honestly, this is more about what led up to this experience rather than the actual experience..
The idea of my wonderful wife, Angie, being with another man has always been in the back of my mind.. Although some guys are jealous and possessive, I am kind of the opposite.. Like many of you reading this, the thought is a total turn-on.. But I was never really sure how to actually get her to do it though.. I read about it and a lot of people say, "Just be honest and share your feelings.." Made sense so I tried it and I let her know that if she ever wanted to be with another man then she had my permission.. Yeah, that did not go over well.. At all.. I learned quickly to not push that subject..
Years passed and Angie would occasionally tell me about guys flirting with her or cat-calling her on the streets.. And they should because for a 40 year old woman, she looks dang good.. Not perfect, but I don't know too many straight guys that would turn her down.. Flirting may be insignificant to some, but it was the only thing I had going at the time to satisfy my cravings of her being with another man.. She would tell me about a guy she supervised at work who would make comments to her.. Subtle comments, but I was glad she was being desired by others.. I learned to just listen and not comment or else I was going to cause her to get all paranoid on me.. Thus, I just absorbed all the details..
It was years later that she was reading her social media page and she said there was a guy that used to work at her company that was being a total flirt.. She said he told her that he missed working there and he especially misses her.. She also said that this just used to always be flirty with her.. I put two and two together and figured this had to be the same person.. I knew his name was Val and he was African, but other than that I knew nothing.. Anyway, I told her maybe he was just being nice.. Angie sort of had this "I don't know" skeptical look on her face.. But again, I let it go without pressing.. It was about a month later that she told me again that his guy was flirting.. She said he wanted to go out for a drink with her so she would catch him up on the gossip at work.. I told her that it doesn't sound like that big of a deal and questioned why she thought it was a bad thing.. She replied, "Because he always flirts with me.. Pretty sure he wants more than to just have a drink!" She paused then said, "But that probably turns you on, huh?"
Not wanting to get into a pissing match again, I said, "Not necessarily.. If it turns you on, then it turns me on, but if it is annoying to you then it's also annoying to me and if that's the case then I think you need to de-friend this guy.." I was really hoping she would cling on to the first part of that sentence and I so badly wanted to ask if it turned her on, but I didn't..
She went to his defense a little and told me that she didn't think he was that bad of a guy, just flirty.. I decided to get bold and told her, "Then if it's no big deal what's the harm in going out for a drink? Hell, if he flirts, just flirt back and give him a taste of his own medicine.. Screw with his mind then send him home.." She rolled her eyes at that suggestion, but didn't say anything else..
It was about a week later on a Friday she called after work and asked if she could go out for a drink.. I didn't care; not even sure she had to call and ask.. But the real reason for the call became apparent.. She asked, "Don't you want to know with who?"
I bit, "Who?"
"That guy who has been chatting me up.." Immediately I perked up, but had to play it cool..
Casually I said, "Oh.. Where are you going?
"Just a bar by work.."
"What time will you be home?"
"Not sure, but it won't be late.."
"Okay, I'll see you then.. Don't flirt too much," I said coyly.. With that we hung up..
I was excited to hear these details.. Of course, my mind was racing and I was getting horny, but I was sure it all was probably much adu about nothing.. When Angie got home at around 8:00, I was like a puppy following her around asking her about it.. Since our daughter was around, she waved me off and told me she'd fill me in later..
Around 10:00 she was standing in our bedroom doorway and asked me if I was coming to bed.. I quickly turned off the TV and followed her into the room.. It appeared that I was going to be getting laid out of this deal as well because Angie began undressing and getting into bed rather than going through her bedtime routine.. My clothes flew off and I climbed into be with her.. I immediately began playing with her tits and asked her the details about her evening..
"What do you want to know?"
I had to contain my excitement, but asked, "Well, was he flirting or was he all business?"
"We talked about work some, but, yeah, I guess he was kind of dogging me.."
"How so, like physically or verbally or what?"
"Both.. He kept telling me how good I looked and how amazing it was to be here with me.. Things like that.. He would kid around with me a lot.. Just playful stuff, I guess.. I don't know; hard to remember everything.."
I asked, "What about physically?" as my hand made it's way down to her bush and I started running my fingers through her dark brown curlies down to her moistening lips..
"He likes to talk with his hands so he was touching my hand or back or knee all the time.."
"Did that bother you?"
It was her turn to play it cool, "Didn't really care for it, but it was harmless so it didn't bother me that much.." She added, "Once when I got up to go to the bathroom, I turned around I his eyes were lock on to my ass.. Caught him peeking big-time.." She seemed very flattered by that..
I slid down between her thighs because I was just dying to eat that beautiful, now sloppy-wet, pussy.. Eating her out is one of my favorite things in the whole world and she knows it.. It the process I asked, "Anything else?"
She paused.. It was a long pause.. I was wanting to dive into that bush but had to wait.. She finally said, "There is one more thing.." Another pause..
"What?!" I asked impatiently..
"He tried to kiss me.." Her voice trailed off like she was being super careful telling me that and she was trying to gauge my reaction..
My reaction was I almost came.. But I just asked, "How did that happen?" I began kissing and licking her thighs waiting for the details to this story..
"Well, he walked me to my car and he asked if he could have a hug goodnight.. I thought 'sure, why not?' ya know.. So he hugged me but he didn't let go.. So we just kind of hugging for a while then I started to pull back and that's when he turned his head to mine and dropped a kiss on me.."
"Did he hit his target?"
"Not really, I was stunned, but I pulled back like, whoa, you know.. So, no, he really didn't much and it was kind of awkward so I just said goodnight and got out of there.."
I wondered about the accuracy of this by the nervousness in her voice.. I wondered if that really did kiss some.. Just a feeling I got, but I was so horny at that point that I said, "Anything else because after hearing that, I've just got to eat this pussy.."
She laughed and said, "No, that's it.. You can do your thing now.." And she put her hand on the back of my head and buried me into her sloppy pussy..
We had great sex that night.. I'm sure she was thinking about Val, but in a way, so was I.. I was imagining him touching her and especially trying to kiss her.. It was really hot sex.. I knew this experience was going to hold me and my cuckold urges over for quite a while..
The idea of my wonderful wife, Angie, being with another man has always been in the back of my mind.. Although some guys are jealous and possessive, I am kind of the opposite.. Like many of you reading this, the thought is a total turn-on.. But I was never really sure how to actually get her to do it though.. I read about it and a lot of people say, "Just be honest and share your feelings.." Made sense so I tried it and I let her know that if she ever wanted to be with another man then she had my permission.. Yeah, that did not go over well.. At all.. I learned quickly to not push that subject..
Years passed and Angie would occasionally tell me about guys flirting with her or cat-calling her on the streets.. And they should because for a 40 year old woman, she looks dang good.. Not perfect, but I don't know too many straight guys that would turn her down.. Flirting may be insignificant to some, but it was the only thing I had going at the time to satisfy my cravings of her being with another man.. She would tell me about a guy she supervised at work who would make comments to her.. Subtle comments, but I was glad she was being desired by others.. I learned to just listen and not comment or else I was going to cause her to get all paranoid on me.. Thus, I just absorbed all the details..
It was years later that she was reading her social media page and she said there was a guy that used to work at her company that was being a total flirt.. She said he told her that he missed working there and he especially misses her.. She also said that this just used to always be flirty with her.. I put two and two together and figured this had to be the same person.. I knew his name was Val and he was African, but other than that I knew nothing.. Anyway, I told her maybe he was just being nice.. Angie sort of had this "I don't know" skeptical look on her face.. But again, I let it go without pressing.. It was about a month later that she told me again that his guy was flirting.. She said he wanted to go out for a drink with her so she would catch him up on the gossip at work.. I told her that it doesn't sound like that big of a deal and questioned why she thought it was a bad thing.. She replied, "Because he always flirts with me.. Pretty sure he wants more than to just have a drink!" She paused then said, "But that probably turns you on, huh?"
Not wanting to get into a pissing match again, I said, "Not necessarily.. If it turns you on, then it turns me on, but if it is annoying to you then it's also annoying to me and if that's the case then I think you need to de-friend this guy.." I was really hoping she would cling on to the first part of that sentence and I so badly wanted to ask if it turned her on, but I didn't..
She went to his defense a little and told me that she didn't think he was that bad of a guy, just flirty.. I decided to get bold and told her, "Then if it's no big deal what's the harm in going out for a drink? Hell, if he flirts, just flirt back and give him a taste of his own medicine.. Screw with his mind then send him home.." She rolled her eyes at that suggestion, but didn't say anything else..
It was about a week later on a Friday she called after work and asked if she could go out for a drink.. I didn't care; not even sure she had to call and ask.. But the real reason for the call became apparent.. She asked, "Don't you want to know with who?"
I bit, "Who?"
"That guy who has been chatting me up.." Immediately I perked up, but had to play it cool..
Casually I said, "Oh.. Where are you going?
"Just a bar by work.."
"What time will you be home?"
"Not sure, but it won't be late.."
"Okay, I'll see you then.. Don't flirt too much," I said coyly.. With that we hung up..
I was excited to hear these details.. Of course, my mind was racing and I was getting horny, but I was sure it all was probably much adu about nothing.. When Angie got home at around 8:00, I was like a puppy following her around asking her about it.. Since our daughter was around, she waved me off and told me she'd fill me in later..
Around 10:00 she was standing in our bedroom doorway and asked me if I was coming to bed.. I quickly turned off the TV and followed her into the room.. It appeared that I was going to be getting laid out of this deal as well because Angie began undressing and getting into bed rather than going through her bedtime routine.. My clothes flew off and I climbed into be with her.. I immediately began playing with her tits and asked her the details about her evening..
"What do you want to know?"
I had to contain my excitement, but asked, "Well, was he flirting or was he all business?"
"We talked about work some, but, yeah, I guess he was kind of dogging me.."
"How so, like physically or verbally or what?"
"Both.. He kept telling me how good I looked and how amazing it was to be here with me.. Things like that.. He would kid around with me a lot.. Just playful stuff, I guess.. I don't know; hard to remember everything.."
I asked, "What about physically?" as my hand made it's way down to her bush and I started running my fingers through her dark brown curlies down to her moistening lips..
"He likes to talk with his hands so he was touching my hand or back or knee all the time.."
"Did that bother you?"
It was her turn to play it cool, "Didn't really care for it, but it was harmless so it didn't bother me that much.." She added, "Once when I got up to go to the bathroom, I turned around I his eyes were lock on to my ass.. Caught him peeking big-time.." She seemed very flattered by that..
I slid down between her thighs because I was just dying to eat that beautiful, now sloppy-wet, pussy.. Eating her out is one of my favorite things in the whole world and she knows it.. It the process I asked, "Anything else?"
She paused.. It was a long pause.. I was wanting to dive into that bush but had to wait.. She finally said, "There is one more thing.." Another pause..
"What?!" I asked impatiently..
"He tried to kiss me.." Her voice trailed off like she was being super careful telling me that and she was trying to gauge my reaction..
My reaction was I almost came.. But I just asked, "How did that happen?" I began kissing and licking her thighs waiting for the details to this story..
"Well, he walked me to my car and he asked if he could have a hug goodnight.. I thought 'sure, why not?' ya know.. So he hugged me but he didn't let go.. So we just kind of hugging for a while then I started to pull back and that's when he turned his head to mine and dropped a kiss on me.."
"Did he hit his target?"
"Not really, I was stunned, but I pulled back like, whoa, you know.. So, no, he really didn't much and it was kind of awkward so I just said goodnight and got out of there.."
I wondered about the accuracy of this by the nervousness in her voice.. I wondered if that really did kiss some.. Just a feeling I got, but I was so horny at that point that I said, "Anything else because after hearing that, I've just got to eat this pussy.."
She laughed and said, "No, that's it.. You can do your thing now.." And she put her hand on the back of my head and buried me into her sloppy pussy..
We had great sex that night.. I'm sure she was thinking about Val, but in a way, so was I.. I was imagining him touching her and especially trying to kiss her.. It was really hot sex.. I knew this experience was going to hold me and my cuckold urges over for quite a while..
