Thomas' Cuckold Dream Ch. 01

A fan requested this story. I hope I gave it justice.

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Having just celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary, I took the time to do an accounting of Susan and my life as a couple. I realized that we are a normal couple with the same ho-hum sex life that you hear most long-term couples suffer through. The daily grind can make you overlook what is most important in your life.

It wasn't always like this, but Susan is such a quiet and reserved woman and I suppose I am not a take-charge kind of guy, that we never really did anything outrageous when we were younger. So, I think things just kind of crept up. I did attempt what every married guy tries for, not long after our wedding - a threesome, with another woman - but, Susan was smart enough to know that trying something so dangerous might have kept us from still being together today.

Over the first few years, I also tried buying my wife different sex toys and lingerie to try and spice things up, but she would use or wear something once and never show interest again. I couldn't convince my wife that, despite being a little heavy in the hips and belly, I love her body as it is.

Susan really is a beautiful woman, at 5'3" and maybe a hundred-and-fifty-five pounds, with short brown hair and a sweet smile, but she has never believed that other guys than me might be attracted to her. I like to think that I am a fairly average guy as well, at 5' 9" and 180 pounds. Also very average? My manhood. Just around six inches or so.

So, I ventured down that familiar road of the married man. Sex where and when my wife has decided that I had waited long enough. She then should do her wifely duty and let me get my rocks off. I accepted that mundane sex life, but for that one time Susan went to visit her sick mother five years after we married, and did the unthinkable.

One of our neighbor moms was on the brink of divorce and had been flirting with me for a few months leading up to Susan going away. Valerie Muller was a stunning redhead with massive boobs, (side note: I have never been a big boob guy; it was coincidental) and a filthy mouth, which she generously offered for my pleasure.

Valeria and I never did the nasty, but I worried that straying from Susan even for a blowjob and facial just one time, might have been enough to send my wife packing. So, I made a pact with God to return to that banal sex life and to never wander, if He could keep my shameful secret from Susan.

Now, again as married guys know, just because you've given in to her sex calendar, does not mean that is the only time that you can get off. Porn becomes the gatekeeper, and in that realm, all of your fantasies can come true - through viewing others enjoying those fantasies.

I started with threesomes, where a sexually adventurous wife brings another woman into the bedroom to make her man the center of sexual attention. Watching them made me wish that the wonderful lady I married could have been just as adventurous. I wanted Susan to take control of her sexual power, yet I could never bring myself to ask her to do that.

After one watches literally thousands of scenes of beds filled with two women fawning over a lucky guy, the scenes do become redundant. So that brought me down the pornographic rabbit hole. Gangbangs, MFMs and MMFs - where the wife becomes the center of attention of multiple men - had a certain intrigue to it. They use her in every way and she embraces it.

I began imagining Susan wanting those things. I looked for women in porn thumbnails who looked like Susan, and who allowed men to use and dominate them. The thought of a well-built man and I taking turns hammering my very willing wife became all-consuming. And, soon after I fell into the well of cuckolding.

In these scenarios, a man would enlist bigger, better lovers to satisfy his wife in ways he was never meant to. The look of ecstasy on her face was more than enough for the husband, despite the fact that he was not to be directly involved. I became interested in the idea, and found not just videos of such acts, but one website in particular that offered many stories of men being cuckolded. Literotica.com gave me graphic stories that supported my fantasies of seeing Susan taking control of her sexuality at my expense.

Unfortunately, my delving into these succulent fantasies came at a price. I became so involved that I failed to notice that Susan wanted more attention from me. Yes, I noticed that my wife joined the gym and would go there three times a week to work out. I made sure to tell Susan how good she looked each time I saw her getting ready to leave for the gym in her leggings or leotards. But, caught up in my own lustful fantasies, I never questioned her motives.

Even when Susan came home from her workouts and would enter the computer room in her sweaty gym clothes to tell me she was going to shower, I not once offered to join her and maybe get something started. Was that from my acceptance of the loss if control from years ago, or was my brain too involved in my online endeavors?

For the times that Susan would call out from the hallway, "Thomas, are you coming to bed?", I would tell her that I would be along later. Of course, she would have long been asleep when I did go to bed, so even if she was signaling me that she wanted me to leave my chair and have sex with her that night, it was not going to happen. I didn't realize that Susan was becoming frustrated at my lack of attention, and definitely did not think that she might delve into what was keeping my attention in the computer room.

It wasn't until the day Susan said those ominous words, "Thomas, we need to talk,", that I found out my fantasies had sparked something in my wife that I never knew existed. We were watching TV and I got up to go to the computer room when Susan spit out those words. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at my wife. Her face was firm and resolute; she must have practiced this moment for a while, because I knew immediately that something was seriously wrong.

I sat on the sofa next to Susan. "What's up, Suzy?" I was hoping to release some of the tension in the air, but there was none of that happening.

"Thomas, you've been neglecting me. Sexually. And I know why." Susan let those words seep in.

"I... what?" I asked, flabbergasted. The silence allowed me to recall the obvious advances she had offered and that I had dismissed recently. But I figured this would be an easy fix. If Susan wanted more sex, I'm sure I could drag myself away from the computer and do my husbandly duty. I even had time while Susan's silence dragged on, to notice that I used the term 'duty' in my head. It was clear that we had both fallen into 'duty sex' for the other, instead of loving, caring sex.

Susan went on, "I looked through your browser history awhile ago, and it appears that you want to have others look after my sexual needs. Isn't that right, Thomas?"

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Where would I even start? It was OUR marriage that was waning, not something Susan has total ownership over. I had retreated, but surely this was fixable. "Others? No. It's just, just fantasy, Suzy."

"You want to watch? Watch other men with me? In our bed? While you sit there, and jack off?" Susan's voice was intense, yet metered. Vivid images of the videos and stories I had enveloped myself in flitted through my brain as she spoke.

"Oh, God, no. Not at all. Noooo." Susan no doubt saw the terror in my face. Her look remained neutral.

"But that is what keeps you in front of the computer, Thomas! And, besides, what if I have been waiting all these years for my husband to take control of me in the bedroom? How long do I have to wait for that?" There was a short pause, but in my panic, words failed me.

So, Susan continued. "What if I have been dreaming of a real man to do that, to take me? Or should I be waiting on the man I married who seems more than happy to get his rocks off in another room?"

I felt vomit rush halfway up my esophagus, and clamped my mouth closed. A real man? What was she talking about? Where had all of this come from so suddenly?

I leaned forward in an attempt to hug my wife, but Susan's arm extended and her open palm stopped me there. "Thomas, admit it, you've wanted this for a very long time. Your search history tells me so."

"But, Suzy, that's just in my head. I do want you."

"Well, now it is in my head. And I need to find out if that is what I want as well."

I felt each pulse of blood flow as my chest heaved in panic. What the fuck have I done? I was laser focused on Susan's eyes, begging for her to relieve me of guilt, and tell me this was all just a bad joke. Susan did not budge; she awaited my response.

"But, what if that isn't what I really want?" Maybe I could convince Susan to rethink this.

"Oh, so now you want me to do what YOU want? MY fantasies have no say in the matter?"

Okay, I thought. I am truly fucked. There is no sense arguing. I need to figure out what this all means, and sort out damage control later. I nodded slowly. "Okay, Susan. You're right. What do I need to do?"

"Well, babe, at this point, there is nothing for you to do. I think it is up to me right now." I was shocked that my wife had such steadiness. She wasn't shaking or nervous in any way. Susan added, "I met someone. At the gym. Someone who is offering me what I want. And, maybe, something you want as well."

My stomach continued to surge; it did not quite expel my supper, but it roiled and quaked nonetheless. Was this the time to stand up and tell my wife this wasn't going to happen? Did I even want to tell her no? Who could she have met? Noticing that my cock was more than half erect from our conversation only confirmed that I needed to take a step back and just listen. Susan has obviously given this quite some thought.

I sat back in the seat, nodded, and said, "Alright. But, couldn't you have talked to me about my addiction before you got this far, Suzy?" For a split second, I thought I had her.

Susan's face turned from stern to fierce. "Like how you told me about Valerie Muller sucking your dick while I was visiting my sick mother?"

My face was red and it felt afire. I closed my eyes so not to see the disgust in my wife's face. "Susan, I am so sorry." How the fuck did she ever know about that?

She went on. "And, don't think that I didn't consider sucking Anthony off behind your back, BEFORE I told you about him. Baby, I am ready to take my sexual life back, but it will not be through some shameful act. I want this to be a positive thing in our marriage, and you can either trust me with this, or leave." My jaw hung free. My absolutely demure wife has somehow been fully awakened, and I found myself a passenger on this speeding train to who knows where.

"I get it," I offered, without energy. "I trust you, Susan. I really do. Just tell me what this means. Who is Anthony?"

For the first time that evening, Susan relaxed her posture. Her words came out soft, and sweet as candy. "What this means, baby, is that tomorrow evening, you are going to take me to a competition at the gym that Anthony is competing in. After the competition, you will meet Anthony, and then you will drive him and me back here, to our home, where the three of us will decide what happens after that. Is that clear enough for you, babe?"

I was fully erect by the time Susan finished speaking. "Yes," I offered, demurely. I pictured Susan's new man, Anthony, as a very handsome man who looked like me but whose body eclipsed mine; a man whose virility and sexual prowess eclipsed my own. I didn't think there was anything more to say. And there wasn't, at least for me.

"Now," offered Susan, "do you want to go play with your imaginary friends in the computer room, or go upstairs and watch me play with myself, while I tell you my most secret thoughts?"

I stood up, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "What I want, Susan, is to take you to our bed and give you the fucking you need and deserve!"

As I moved to take my wife in my arms, I was met with the same straight-arm tactic. Susan's eyes were wide and defiant.

"Thomas, that MAY happen one day, just not THIS day," said Susan, dismissively. My wife turned from me and calmly walked toward the stairs. "Are you coming?" she called out, without looking back or slowing down. I followed obediently, walking behind Susan and admiring the strut in her walk. Her backside swayed with an arrogance and confidence I had never before seen in my wife.

We got to our bedroom and Susan was the first to speak. "Take off your clothes, Thomas. Stand. Over there," Susan snapped, pointing to my side of the bed. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a dildo that was both handsomely larger and thicker than my very average six-incher. My pants were on the floor before Susan threw the impressive tool on our bed. My wife began removing her jeans, t-shirt, and socks.

Susan lay on her back with pillows piled behind her head, with her black thong the only garment still in place. She reached for some lube from the top of the nightstand and applied it liberally up and down the fat cock toy, in a jacking-off motion. Her eyes met mine and Susan said plainly, "I want him to be this big!" I gazed in awe at the girth of the tool, while a flood of relief washed through me that Susan's words indicated that she hadn't yet seen or experienced Anthony's cock as yet. My cock responded with the pulse of another heartbeat of blood filling it to its maximum. I went to stroke it but Susan's, "No! Just watch!" stopped me dead.

She hooked her thumb in the waistband of her thong and fed the head of the rubbery phallus beneath and over her chest nut brown hairy mound. The sinew of string between her legs stretched as the enormous cock parted Susan's folds and rode the string between her widely splayed thighs.

"I want him to take me, Thomas. I want Anthony to fuck me any way he wants." Her back and forth with the large dildo wasn't quite what Susan needed, so she shimmied her underwear off and turned her hips so I was staring directly up her aching thighs to witness how stretched out her pussy was when she pushed the rubbery head between her labial petals. Susan used both hands to wriggle the floppy cock head past her moistened labia and into her soaking vestibule. My wife began to roll her hips as she fed more of this ungodly cock inside her to depths I didn't know existed. "And you will be there, beside our bed, to hear it all, Thomas!" My wife knew exactly what to say, either from garnering information from what I've been viewing, or perhaps from the recesses of her own sensual mind. I could not tell in the moment.

"Oh, look!" Susan pointed to my cock, which, from her filthy talk and acts, had caused me to leak so much fluid, that a sinewy tendril hung almost all the way to the carpet from my pulsing cock tip.

I smiled at the sight and finally uttered, "You look so hot! I want that for you! I really do!"

"You want to watch Anthony fuck my pussy?" she asked, her eyes tightly closed. I only nodded, unable to acknowledge out loud. I caught myself wanting to jack off at the sight of Susan's fake cock drilling her so deeply.

When Susan pushed her index finger into the meaty folds at the head of her clitoris, the doubling of sensory inputs immediately brought her to the edge. My horny wife's left hand jammed her pussy full of rubber, and thrust it fiercely in and out, while her right hand moved in blurry circles around her clit.

"Okay, you can cum now, babe," she moaned. Susan's eyes squinted as the throngs of orgasm took over. I grabbed my cock and moved next to her, wanting to mix my cum with the juicy fluids escaping my wife's vulva.

"No! It's HIS pussy now!" she yelled out, her hips shuddering in climactic bliss. I stepped back and watched as spurt after spurt of my ejaculate spilled onto the duvet and sheets, just next to Susan's writhing body. I was soon spent, as was Susan. She reached out her arms and I fell on top of my wife; our arms welcoming the other into a long needed caress that melded our bodies together for a very long while.

I broke the blissful silence with a kiss to Susan's forehead and a whisper to her ear, "That was so fucking hot, Suz!"

Susan was quiet for a short time, until she breathed, "Tomorrow will be even hotter, babe."

How could it not be, I thought? Could this Anthony guy be everything we just role played? Could he be more, or worse, too much?