This is a completely, 100% true account of the last ten years of my life as I experienced cuckolding for the first time.
I know now that there are many men out their who share the cuckold fantasy and urges. When I first started feeling the urge to see my ex-girlfriend cheat on me, I felt like a complete freak. I hid the fantasy and suppressed it but that just meant that it crept out in strange ways. Like the time I knew she was cheating on me and had spent the night fucking someone else, but I was desperate to go down on her and fuck her when she got back.
That unhealthy and destructive relationship came to an end after a few years but all the cheating and fucking around just seemed to make the cuckold fantasy even stronger.
Not long after the relationship with my ex ended, I met a beautiful woman called Kate. Kate was absolutely stunning, out of my league but complete unaware of it. Our relationship developed at rapid pace, we moved in together after a few months, got married after a year and a year after that she was pregnant with our first child.
Our marriage was perfect with the exception of our relation life. Kate was very vanilla and seemed to have very little relationual desire. She would happily go for weeks without having relation. I, on the other hand, was maintaining my cuckold fantasies in my head and masturbating frequently which was probably not helping our relation life at all.
This continued for quite a few years until our kids were a bit older and needed less attention from Kate and I. My cuckold urges had grown so strong that I desperately wanted to see if there was some way that Kate would discuss it, even if it was just role play. I scoured the internet for tips and found a great article that explained how to go about discussing it with your wife.
The first step was to make your wife realise how relationy she was. So, I spent a few months treating her like my queen and telling her frequently and specifically all the things that were relationy about her. I started to notice small changes, she was more confident and started to want relation a bit more often (once a month…).
After this step, the advice was to get her to embrace her relationual side by encouraging her to dress in relationier outfits and enjoy being desired. I persuaded Kate to let me buy her a few outfits and I went for relationy but slightly understated so that I didn’t scare her off.
I bought her some relationy black stiletto boots, some short skirts, relationy dresses and relationy underwear. When they arrived, she was a bit embarrassed to try them on but soon started to enjoy putting on a fashion show for me. I was absolutely stunned by her; I always knew she was relationy but seeing her dressed in clothes which showed off her figure I realised that she was perfect – relationual desire personified.
She started wearing the outfits on nights out with friends and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. I made sure to point out when guys were staring at her and she started to tell how her friend’s husbands would all flirt with her.
After a while I bought her another set of outfits, this time even relationier and more revealing. She looked incredible, completely slutty and beautiful at the same time. I tried to persuade her not to wear any panties under the dresses, but she wouldn’t agree to it in case anyone saw.
One night though, when we were at a friend’s house party she was enjoying herself being surrounded by all the husbands hanging on her every word when she disappeared to the toilet. When she was gone the other husbands started congratulating me on how good Kate looked. When she came back it was like a queen arriving to meet with her subjects again. But before she resumed her position as the centre of attention, she brushed passed me a put something into my hand. When I looked down, I saw it was her panties which she had obviously removed in the toilets.
The site of her sat on a chair surrounded by salivated guys and knowing that she had no panties on was a huge turn on. We had barely left the party before I jumped on her and we had frantic relation in an alley on the way home.
Kate started not wearing any panties regularly and this meant I had an almost permanent erection. Kate was turning into a completely different person, gone was the shy and demure wife and in her place was a confident, relationy woman that loved attention and relation. I was loving it!
One thing that came with Kate’s new confidence was a tendency to overindulge the alcohol. Whereas before she would drink with everyone else and stay pretty much sober, the new Kate became the life and soul of the party and would drink heavily.
At least once a week we would go out and she would get very drunk and start flirting outrageously with every guy that approached her. We would then go back home and have incredible relation; she was like a different person when she was drunk.
After another few months of this I bought her yet another set of outfits. These ones would make a hooker blush and I could tell that Kate had reservations. She started asking questions about why I was so keen to see her dress up like this. She said she would happily dress up in these outfits in private for me, but she would be too embarrassed to wear them outside of the house.
I spent the next few weeks persuading her to wear more and more of the outfits on our nights out until eventually she agreed to wear one of the most revealing of all. It was a little black silk dress with lace on the top half (transparent to the extent that you could see her amazing tits), and so short that a small gust of wind would reveal her pussy to the world. She also wore fuck me boots too which finished off the outfit perfectly.
The reaction she got that night created a monster. She couldn’t even go up to the bar of the club we went to because the attention from guys was too intense. She got hit on three time just walking to the toilet. I could tell that she was loving every second of it.
One particular guy, who was a muscle-bound rugby player on a night out, insisted on buying her a drink and I watched as the chatted for ages at the bar. Kate was getting drunker and drunker, and they were getting more touchy feely. Finally, her reached in for a kiss but that seemed to snap her out of it, she pushed him away and came back to our table looking worried. I told her I loved the show and would not have minded if she kissed him, but this seemed to upset her even more. It started to turn into an argument, so we left the club and got a taxi home.
After we got home, we had a long chat about why I wasn’t getting jealous. She didn’t understand how I could be ok with her flirting and I told her that it turned me on to see her desired so much. After a few hours of talking, we agreed that she could flirt and maybe kiss other guys, but she said that she would never, ever go further than that as she didn’t want to ruin our marriage.
For the next few weeks, I could tell that she was adjusting to the revelations from that conversation. She seemed to be testing the water to see what was ok and what wasn’t. Finally, one night when we were out at a bar she seemed to just completely let go of her inhibitions. She got drunker than she had ever gotten before and started dancing erotically with a guy that hit on her. He had his hand all over her and when he leaned in for a kiss, she didn’t push him away. On the contrary she kissed him back passionately. I watched as he lifted her skirt a little and discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He rubbed her clit and she pushed her hips into him while they kissed. He pushed her to a secluded corner of the dancefloor, and I had to get out of my seat to keep them in sight. I couldn’t make out what was going on before I realised that he was trying to get his cock in her pussy while they danced in the corner. She didn’t realise at first that it was his dick inside her not his fingers but as soon as she did realise, she did she pushed him off and got that same worried look in her eyes. She started to walk away from him and back towards me, but he grabbed her arm and pulled him back.
I was there in a second and pushed him away hard, he squared up to me but backed off when he realised that people were starting to look at us. Kate was worried that I would be mad at her and we had pretty much the same conversation that we had had a few weeks ago where I told her that it turned me on to watch. She demanded to know where the line was, and I told her that I would be happy for her to sleep with someone else. She was upset and we had a big argument. I explained to her about the cuckold fantasy, and she told me that I shouldn’t be ok with that and it could ruin our marriage. I asked her to at least look into the fantasy, but we ended the night sleeping in separate rooms.
The next morning, we didn’t talk about it and I couldn’t tell how much of the previous night she remembered. A few weeks went by and she didn’t seem to want to go out and started dressing more conservatively again.
This went on for a few months and I was really regretting how I had handled the whole thing. Then one night, when we were sharing a bottle of wine on the sofa one night, she told me that she had been reading up on the cuckold fantasy. She said it was weird to her, but she had enjoyed feeling so free and desired. She wanted to know where the line was, but I told her that there was no line. I was getting too turned on by the conversation and I really should have been more thoughtful about the whole thing but unfortunately the cuckold fantasy is primarily a destructive one.
She said that she would give it some thought but for now we would just go back to the existing fun of flirting on a night out but not going further.
We got back into out grove and every Saturday night we went out to a bar or club and I spent the night enjoying her flirt with guys. I knew it was inevitable that she would get carried away again and it was such a turn on to wonder which guy it would be that took her over the edge.
One night I returned from going to the bathroom and see Kate anywhere. I started to get worried until finally I saw her sat in a booth getting beautiful and heavy with a huge muscular guy. He had his hands between her legs and as far as I could tell she had her hand down the front of her pants. It got more and more heated until I think they were trying to have relation; it was difficult to tell from the angle I was at. Out of nowhere I saw two bouncers’ approach and grab them both and escort them out of the club. It was a huge turn on to see my wife dressed like a hooker getting kicked out of a club for trying to fuck a guy at a secluded table.
I followed them outside and he was trying to pick up where they left off but the spell was broken. She looked for me and told me she wanted to go home. We got a taxi and I could barely control myself. We got back home and had frantic relation, she was wetter than I had ever known her to be, and it turned me on so much. After relation, once the cuckold urges had faded and a more sensible me took over, I told Kate that we needed to talk about using protection. There had been two near misses so far and both times she had got carried away and not made them put a condom on first. She looked embarrassed and said that she would make sure she always had one on her.
From that night it was not a question of ‘if’ she would have relation with someone else, it was just a case of ‘when’. It drove me mad wondering when it would be and who with.
She was banned from the club that she had been kicked out from but there were plenty of others to choose from downtown.
It was the height of summer and so I bought another set of outfits. These ones were like the last but even more revealing. She refused to wear them, quite rightly as she wouldn’t have been allowed into any bar with them on.
The next step in our cuckold journey came from a very unexpected place. Some friends we knew were getting divorced and one night the husband turned up on our door. Apparently, Kate had been in regular contact with him and he was struggling with the divorce. We chatted for all evening and got through two bottles of wine but around 1am I said I was going to bed. Kate said she would be up to join me soon and Ben said that he would be leaving after he finished his drink.
An hour went by and Kate still hadn’t come up, so I was starting to wonder. Then I received a text message saying, ‘Come downstairs very quietly if you want a treat xx’.
I tiptoed downstairs and peeked through the doorway to our lounge to see her sucking Ben off. I was immediately turned on but also a bit hurt. Ben was a reasonably good friend and as far as he knew he was cheating with my wife.
After about 20 minutes he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to kiss her passionately and then before I realised it, he had lifted her dressed and stuck his cock inside her – no protection again. He lasted about two minutes before he came and then obviously felt a bit regretful because he got dressed, said an awkward goodbye, and then left.
When I walked into the room after he was gone, I could tell that Kate was vey nervous. I pounced on her and started licking her pussy. After I had cleaned up well, she pulled my cock out and pulled me inside her. I last about one minute, and she laughed about being left unsatisfied twice tonight.
Once the line had been crossed Kate seemed to go crazy. Every week she would end the night fucking some guy and she would rarely remember to use protection. It started to bother me more and more, we talked about it a few times and she would swear that she would remember from now on but then it would happen again. I was partly to blame because it was such a turn on to see her with cum in her pussy that I didn’t make much effort to stop her.
She started going home with some of the guys that she met and that changed the dynamic a lot. Instead of ending the night with her and enjoying the fantasy I just had to go home alone and feel anxious. She would usually come home mid-morning and be too tired for relation and then want to get an early night because she didn’t get much sleep.
I was torn because I was living the cuckold fantasy that I had dreamed of for so long, but it was also deeply unsatisfying in many ways. Her morning returns were always slightly awkward, and she didn’t even want to share any details of the previous night.
One night I saw her leave with a group of four guys and didn’t hear from her at all the next day. I was just about to call the cops when she stumbled through the door. She was sorry and said it would not ever happen again but for me it was the final straw.
The next final straw came three weeks later when two things happened: 1. She missed her period, and 2., I started getting painful discharge from my cock.
We went to the local clinic and were both diagnosed with Gonorrhoea. Kate cried and that is when she told me about the missed period. We both realised that we had let the whole thing go too far. We got treated for the STI and she took a pregnancy test which thankfully was negative.
After that things went to the other extreme, Kate lost all interest in relation and started to dress in her old clothes again. She had lost a lot of her old friends, but she tried with them again and they welcomed her back.
Fast forward two years and some marriage counselling and we are back in a good place. We have found a balance that keep our relation life alive without letting it get out of control. Every few months Kate will have a crazy night and sleep with someone else and that is enough to satisfy both of us for a while. In between these nights our marriage is normal, and we have a healthy relation life.
