Cuckold cum stories – I’m Doug the husband. I coach division 1 college baseball for a university on the West Coast of Florida, I’m not saying which one but you’ll probably know after reading my story. I’m married to my beautiful wife Sandy. She and I turned thirty last summer. I never thought I could fall in love at first sight but with Sandy it was.
She had a body for which most women would die. At five feet four, her tiny waist and hip only accentuated her luscious breasts. Her long auburn hair passed over her shoulders and had a natural curl. Her shapely legs looked delicious in short skirts and short shorts, which made her back even rounder.
She had a great body to tease and loved to show it off at any time. When she walked, you looked at her even as she walked away. The first four years of our marriage were pretty good sexually.
It was the fifth year that the fall began, sex became rather banal and almost non-existent. I first blamed it on our two rather busy and confrontational schedules. About five months ago, I decided to bring home a porn movie in hopes of reviving our sex life.
Sandy was horny and to her credit, she made the mood more sensual. She walked down the stairs in a transparent baby nightgown without panties just for the occasion. I got the movie in and what I found out was that the couple in the movie liked the swing.
Watching the movie, I could see that Sandy was very excited to see her wife doing a threesome with her husband and best friend. In the end, the wife had convinced the husband that she loved him but did not want a monogamous marriage. By the end of the film, Sandy became very much in love. She took my cock out of my pajamas and started stroking it. Needless to say, he came to life.
“Would you like me to be that kind of woman, tell me yes my cute little husband?”she said, staring at me while holding my now erect cock in her hand. I couldn’t help but nod my head. I was oozing before the sperm. “I… I don’t really know, “I stammered,” I don’t know if I could see you fucking another man.
Yet she knew she had me in her power at that moment. Looking at her, I swore that an evil smile was spreading on her face. How hard I am.
Sandy swallowed what she normally never did and licked my dick. As we kissed, she transferred the last creamy drops into my mouth. I later found out that this was the first step of a woman making her husband her cuckold. Then with just a little laugh, rolled to the side and fell asleep. Over the next few weeks, I could see a change.
She became more confident with her wardrobe wearing dresses and skirts to work more often than pants. When we went out, she wore more form-fitting low-cut tops with miniskirts. Many of her shorts have been shortened to reveal more leg. She was obsessed with high heels even with shorts. Her flirting with men became more frequent even with me in her presence.
Teasing has become the norm. His behavior in the room changed dramatically, Sandy took control. She would love to tease me in the bedroom by wearing only the smallest panties before bed. She started sleeping naked or just in panties, not the longer nightgowns I’d seen in most of our wedding. Often she would bring up the fact that a sexy guy had flirted with her or simply told her how pretty she was.
She was telling me how she would go back to her office and how her panties got wet just by thinking about it. Sandy knew how to drive me crazy and enjoyed doing it. She knew how to push my buttons.
It seemed that I was going to sleep with a tough guy almost every night. Then one night in bed, Sandy cuddled up and started rubbing my cock. I remember that night too well. She looked up with a snarky smile, ” Do you like it?”Why wouldn’t I,” I said, continuing. “Well, I have a confession, there is a guy at work, his name is Brad, I just wanted to be honest with you and let you know that there was a little innocent flirting on both sides.
Doug, I’m not cheating on you but I thought you should know that I feel a little guilty “she confessed. Sandy continued to rub my now stiffened cock. My wife was testing me and I admit I was a little naive about what was going to happen.
As Christmas approached, we both had a lot to do. Although Sandy and I attended a few Christmas parties together, she started going out more with colleagues after work for a drink. One night, she came home late very in love, I did not question her. Maybe I was afraid of the truth.
I felt that she and Brad that night were doing more than just an informal conversation. When she went to bed, I swore that when we kissed, I could taste and smell the sperm in her breath. The signs were there.
After Christmas, we were invited to a new year’s party by one of Sandy’s associates. It was semi-formal and Sandy did not disappoint. She looked flawless as I closed her in her strapless black cocktail dress that slightly pushed her breasts up. Her only other clothes were black lace panties and five-inch patent leather pumps.
The shoes made her legs shapely. It was done on purpose because it made her as big as me. Her dress was just short enough and flowed at the waist framing her beautiful legs. Earlier that night, I had to attend a party for the team I coached.
Sandy wanted to go to her party, so I dropped her off. I was a little afraid to let her in alone and I wasted no time getting in. I came home around ten o’clock and saw that the party was in full swing. When I walked in, I didn’t see my wife immediately so I had a drink, talked with a few people I recognized and then started looking for her.
Finally spotting her, I saw that she was talking to a guy outside by the pool. I watched my wife flirt from afar. Her body movements told me she did more than just chat. I should tell you that Sandy does not smoke and does not drink much and only smokes when she drinks. She only drinks wine and three glasses of merlot are usually her limit.
Finally I approached them and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. That’s when I was introduced to Brad. He looked young about twenty-five years old. He also dominated me, which became obvious why Sandy was wearing her highest heels.
After Sandy’s introductions, I could tell that he had become uncomfortable with my sarcastic subtlety, apologized and returned to the party. Sandy felt I was jealous and the expression on her face told me she was a little pissed at me, which made Brad uncomfortable. At the stroke of midnight, like most parties, everyone kissed their spouse or dates. After she and I kissed, she searched and found another target.
Yeah, it was Brad. They kissed innocently but that was just the beginning. As Sandy began to move away, he grabbed her hand and took it in his arms. The second kiss was deeply passionate and the tongue was shaking, which made me wonder if anything else was happening earlier in the evening. I was shocked and that was an understatement.
A few women around Sandy smiled as she and Brad broke up. I became excited to see them kissing and rubbing each other. Embarrassing my cock became semi-hard.
I was hoping that no one saw my film now present in my pants. I tried to make light of it thinking it was only the drinks she had in her, but when they parted, she looked at him with a lustful smile that I had never seen before. For an hour or so, I could tell that Sandy was very interested in how she acted and looked at him. I loved it and hated it at the same time.
She knew I was jealous and pushed the boundaries by teasing my emotions mercilessly. On the way home she asked if I cared about how she had kissed Brad and I shrugged and said, “Honey, it’s New Year’s Eve, you just got caught in the moment that’s all.”Suddenly in an unlikely way, Sandy grabbed my crotch feeling my now hardened cock,” I noticed that this little guy liked it as much as I did. He kisses well and I liked it very much, I never knew you were such a voyeur . “Smiling, tapping my now hardened cock.
Hearing men excited by the sight of their wives with other men always made me laugh. Was I one of them? I was afraid to answer. The following Wednesday, Sandy came home at about ten after going out after work and confronted me. I knew she was with Brad. I was already in bed waiting for her to come home.
Her hair was up and she looked good in her business suit. As she undressed and released her hairpin, letting her hair fall over her soft shoulders, she took off her bra and just stood in her black stockings and garter belt at the end of the bed. She looked incredibly sexy; she knew how to reach me. “Honey, we need to talk.”Said Sandy.
“You were alone with him tonight, weren’t you? I asked while confronting her. “Yes” was all she said. The question was answered. I swallowed. She looked me in the eye mounted on the bed next to me, bent over and took my cock in her hand.
“You okay?”She said with her hand still around my now throbbing cock. I nodded. “Are you sure you’re okay?”She said softly. Again I nodded. “You’ll let him fuck you, won’t you?”I stammered.
Sandy’s eyes didn’t even blink; she just looked straight at me. The room became silent. I kissed her again without saying a word. My whole body was shaking now.
I felt dizzy; nauseous even; but I knew now that I had no choice in the matter. The following week, Sandy and Brad began an affair. They met once during the week and again on Friday and Saturday evenings. I was told to stay home until Sandy came back. Sometimes they would go out for dinner and then dance or just go to a neighborhood bar for a drink before coming back here for mating.
Sandy always asked me if I wanted to watch them but I always refused. His quote was always this: “so I would appreciate you sleeping in the room but I’m not going to push you. It will be your decision.
I could hear Sandy’s voice moaning as I walked down the stairs. It has become a routine that I jerk off before falling asleep knowing that my wife is getting fucked by another man. This continued throughout the following weeks until Sandy got tired of Brad and finally dumped him. The hardest part was that she knew that I loved her and that I wanted her to be happy. I didn’t like him sexually anymore.
She had become a real hot woman and wanted more, she was about to fulfill her wish. That’s when my roommate Jerry called to get together. He was coaching at Ohio State and was coming to play in a preseason tournament this weekend. We had to play against each other on Sunday.
Jerry and I have been friends for years and played college baseball in Florida, two league teams drafted after graduation. He was the standard of our university team in terms of talent and beauty. I was pretty good at college but I never managed to reach the pros. Jerry accomplished much more reaching the s in just two years after graduating and played for Cincinnati for another five before injuries ended his career. After two rather unproductive years in the minors, I was offered a job here in Tampa as an assistant coach and jumped at the chance.
The money was good and it allowed me to stay active in the game I loved. This is where my wife Sandy and I live. Jerry, recently single, contacted me about a week before coming from the North. He welcomed the warmer weather for his team and for himself.
He told me that because of the tournament schedule, he was only available to meet this Saturday night. I invited him and quickly called a few of our friends and college teammates to throw a party at our house this Saturday night. Sandy had seen pictures of Jerry but they had never met.
She was telling me how cute he was and how the students had to flock to him. I saw that look in his eyes. This afternoon, Sandy was busy preparing the house while I coached my team in the tournament. I got home around 4: 30 p.m. and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready. Jerry told me it would be over after we had dinner with his team so we could catch up before the others arrived.
I let Sandy take a little nap and told her not to worry, I would take care of everything prepared for our guests. Jerry arrived just before seven and we quickly remembered our days, nights and frat parties at college. We talked about the cute students on campus. I remembered very well the beautiful women Jerry had attended college. When Jerry stopped talking in the middle of his sentence, I knew Sandy was coming.
I turned away from the couch while Jerry and I watched Sandy go down the stairs. Her beautiful toned legs appeared first. Then the short sundress appeared that barely covered her back and flowed smoothly with her body. Her heels accentuated her shapely calves and thighs, making her look taller than her 5ft 4in figure.
Her hair pulled from one side draped perfectly over her left shoulder gently curled. She was my hot wife and a seductress. Jerry smiled and got up as he entered the room, “Well, that must be your beautiful wife Sandy” he said.
Sandy looked him straight in the eye, “Why yes, you must be Jerry.”They immediately hugged each other as Sandy kissed him on the cheek. I responded by saying it would be fun to see a lot of people we haven’t seen in years. I don’t think Sandy or Jerry heard what I said. Sandy’s body language to Jerry revealed it would be a long night.
Jerry’s eyes were fixed on her the whole time. Just then, the doorbell rang and Sandy beckoned me to go and let our guests in. I got up and opened the door to our porch. As I walked back into the living room, Sandy was already sitting next to Jerry on our loveseat.
I had drinks for our guests and played the host. Sandy listened intently to everything he said, legs crossed. Only a small layer of clothing covered her most intimate parts. I could see her eyes staring and admiring her bare legs. Throughout the evening, Sandy would laugh and do everything women do when they are interested in a man.
Her body movements told the story; she knowingly continued to twirl her hair around her index finger, rubbed her legs and calves at the most opportune moments, and made her shoe hang at her foot. I approached her in the kitchen as she poured another Merlot into her glass. We kissed and she just smiled and asked me if I was having a good time. She knew what she was doing to me and the male guests.
A little later, Jerry and I were talking to a few teammates when Sandy walked past us to go to the bathroom. Every eye was on his ass as he swung back and forth as he left the room. The party was going strong; I remembered my former teammates. I went out to the pool to get more beers for everyone. I wasn’t really paying attention when glancing around to see most of the women talking in a group, just chatting and laughing.
What first struck me was that Sandy was not among them. I looked again and saw Sandy swinging her feet in the pool. What caught my attention the most was the fact that she was not alone, sitting next to her was Jerry.