Thoughts on a first time

This is a bit of fiction about someones first time cuckolding. It is my first attempt at writing about this and includes unsafe sexual practices. Please practice safe sex.

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It has been 15 minutes since my lovely wife of 18 years has left the house. My tormented mind, feeding my imagination as she left to meet with a stranger.



I envision them embracing at the door. She slowly lowering herself to her knees, unfastening his belt and reaching into his pants. Pulling out his flaccid cock, it quickly stiffens. Her head dips as her full lips brush its head. Flicking her tongue, she catches the first drool of pre-cum as it coats her lips. The delicate dance has begun. Buttons undone, bra unsnapped, and her pendulous breasts swing free. He grasps her breast, twisting the nipples slightly. A moan of passion escapes as she takes his cock deep in her mouth. Her lace panties won’t last long. As soon as she is done making love to his cock, they will be shed by the hotel door, dropped unceremoniously, and kicked aside. Within minutes, the stranger will be fucking the love of my life, making her writhe in ecstasy. But her panties will remain on the floor until she needs them to trap his cum while she returns home to me.

I am at home, pacing and wallowing in my torment.

My angst began as she headed towards the car. She looked amazing in her tight black dress, more like a hooker than the mother of my children. As she bent down to ruffle the ears of our dog. I heard her exclaim, “I’ll be back soon.” Her comments were for the dog. I was ignored.

As she left, I began pacing the floor. I questioned how I got myself into this dilemma. Granted, it was my idea. I brought it up. I pushed my agenda. I wanted to be cuckolded. I longed for her to fuck other men, allowing me to care for her afterwards. I begged for her to spread legs, demanding me to clean his cum from her sweet pussy. I craved that act of kissing, licking, using my tongue to lap up their forbidden nectar.

Now, I’m not so sure. Would I be able to survive the evening alone with my thoughts? My hand dipped into my pants. I could feel the silken panties she made me wear while she dressed for her visit. Trying to reassure my cock with a firm squeeze, I encountered her second request. I wanted to stroke my cock, but a stainless-steel cock cage separated me from pleasuring myself. Bulging in my cage, the metal bars held me tight. To pass the time I tried to busy myself; to read, to watch TV, even to watch some porn. This only reinforced the fact I would be in for a very long evening. I would be left to my imagination until she returned home, spent, and satisfied. Finally, I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke from a sound. Was it her key in the lock, letting herself into the house? After what seemed like an eternity, she entered the living room with a disheveled, well fucked look. She smiled and asked, “are you ready for your dessert?” Peeling off her panties she had me lean back on the couch. Standing over me, she positioned her thighs on either side of my head, lowering her swollen lips to my face. The intoxicating smell of freshly creamed pussy drifted into my consciousness.

This has to be heaven.