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 I Made My Hubby a Happy Cuckold

   Hi, my name is Beth.  I am 40-years-old, and have been married for 15
years.  My husband Mike is one of many men who has a cuckold fantasy.

   I have known about Mike's forbidden desire to share me as long as we
have been married.  We have role-played hundreds of times over many years
where I am either cheating, or have cheated on him.

   It drives Mike wild to hear me speak of my yearning for other men, and
the sex acts I have done with them.  I have used his fantasy to my
advantage.  We have great sex as I torment him with the possibility that
it's more than a fantasy.

   Up to, and including the experience I am about to share, I had never let
Mike watch me with another man, or let him go down on me if there were
traces of another man.  Yes, of course, in view of his urging I have been
with a number of men.  But, for years I have kept him hard by questioning
if I really have been with another man, or if it's all just "hot talk".

   This true experience began one evening when I was feeling particularly
aroused because of a naughty urge.  I invited Mike into the bedroom and
asked him to lie naked.  Mike eagerly ripped off his clothes and lay
exposed for me.  I sat beside him and began to stroke his cock.

   "Are you in a talkative mood," Mike asked.  At first I didn't verbally
respond, but I did give his balls a tight squeeze.  I was about to
verbalize all right, and tease him without mercy.

   Finally I said, "Mike, do ever think about me doing this to another
man?" I asked him.  "Mmmm, not exactly, I think about you with another
man's cock inside you," Mike said.  "What a coincidence," I replied, I've
been thinking about that as well." I spoke to Mike in a soft, sultry voice,
and slowly rubbed his fully erect "little" cock.

   Mike asked, "Are you thinking about anyone in particular?" "Yes Mike," I
purred, "I am thinking about someone special.  Imagining him inside me
makes me wet." I took a gulp of air...  deciding this was the time to tell
him.  "His name is Dave," I told him.

   Mike replied, "Beth, you know I want such an experience for you, I want
you to fuck another man.  After all this time...  will you really do it?"
"I sure am wet thinking about it," I replied, as I continued to play with
Mike's balls.  "Where did you meet him?" Mike asked.

   I answered, "I first met Dave four years ago when I was working.  You
remember the place that made me work all the time?  Well, out of the blue
Dave sent me an e-mail yesterday.  I've been thinking about fucking him
again ever since I read it."

   Mike caught my slip.  "Again?" he asked.  This is it, I thought. 
"Mike," I started to confess, "I should have told you when it happened. 
But reality is different from fantasy, and I just didn't want to take the
chance that in reality you wouldn't like to be cuckolded.  I did try to let
you know in subtle ways." Then I said it.  "Mike, I had an affair with Dave
four years ago."

   My husband was beginning to get very aroused.  "Mike, I want you to
think about the many times when I told you I had to work overtime to cover
an evening shift.  That was one of many lies lie.  The truth is that rather
than coming home to you after a regular day of work, I chose to spend my
evening fucking and sucking Dave.

   "That's right.  After work I chose to fuck another man while you waited
for me patiently at home.  Only after we had fucked for hours, and I was
blissfully satisfied, I would come home to you.  I'd come home full of my
lover's sperm.  Do you remember the time that I had to work for three
straight full weeks?  Well, that was a lie too.  My shifts never changed. I
was always scheduled for days, 4 on, 3 off.  During that time, when you
thought I was scheduled to work, I would fuck Dave in the evening.

   Mike didn't say anything.  He just lay there looking at me and
listening, as I played with his balls and lightly stroked his dick.

   I continued my confession.  "I remember on my off days I would wake up
and prepare for work as usual, except I never went to work.  I had to
choose between spending my free time with you, or making love with Dave.  I
drove to Dave's.  He would greet me with a long French kiss, and then we
would go to bed.  Dave would kiss me deeply, and then move to my breasts.

   "Dave would continue on down until he was eating my pussy.  Then he
would push his large cock into me.  Deep into me, and I would orgasm from
the excitement and feel of it.  We would fuck for hours, and I would let
him cum inside me.  We made love all day.  That's what I was doing instead
of being home with you Mike.  I was literately fucking Dave every day of
the week.

   "I am still surprised that you never questioned why I had gone to work
for 21 straight days.  Just think, your wife chose to spend her free time
and days off with another man.  I could have been home with you.  Hell
baby, I could have been home fucking you.  I choose to spend my time with
Dave making love to me.

   "Dave's cock was in me so often it was like it was becoming part of me.
Remember when I suddenly went on the pill even though you have had a
vasectomy.  I told you the doctor needed to regulate my cycle.  That was a
lie too.  Truth is I started on the pill because I was fucking Dave right
through my cycle, and I was sure he would get me pregnant.  Lord knows he
put enough sperm in me.

   "Mike, I am telling you the truth.  I had an affair.  I loved it. 
Dave's cock felt so good inside me.  Mmmm, I loved the erotic feeling every
time he came in me.  Each time he filed me I knew that what I was doing was
wrong.  I was a married woman, and I was fucking another man.  I couldn't
help it.  I loved the excitement, and I loved Dave's cock.  I loved sucking
him and tasting his cum as he came into my mouth and down my throat.

   "His cock is so big Mike, and gets so hard.  Dave's cock is at least 3
inches longer than yours.  I loved having it deep inside me.  I loved
having Dave's cock in my pussy and my mouth.

   "Remembering him fucking me makes me so wet.  Dave had such stamina.  I
could keep my legs open for him for as long as he wanted to be inside me. I
was so raunchy by the time I got home.  More than once I let you fuck me
after I had been fucked by Dave.

   "I didn't let you fuck me because Dave hadn't satisfied me.  I let you
fuck me because he had.  I thought for sure you would notice my puffy
clitoris, or the little bites Mike would leave on my breasts, or the cum
that remained in my pussy.  I don't know how you didn't feel his sperm in
there with you.

   "Didn't you ever wonder why when I was getting home late I was unusually
horny?  Didn't you wonder why I didn't let you lick my pussy?  Fucking Dave
meant I was having several orgasms everyday.  I was in hormone overdrive. I
was like a sex addict with him and you were getting some spill over.  If I
had let you lick me you surely would have tasted him.  You would have
caught me with the evidence of my adultery.  I tried to let you know, you
just couldn't put it together."

   Finally Mike asked, "Why did you end the affair?" I replied, "Dave was
transferred 200 miles away.  During our affair I wanted him more than I
wanted you.  I wanted his cock fucking me more than I wanted yours."

   "What was in the e-mail?" Mike asked, shivering with excitement.  "Dave
is moving back to town.  He arrives on Friday, and he wants to see me. 
Well actually he wants to go to bed with me, and to start our affair again.


   Looking directly at my husband I said, "Mike, I am telling you now that
on Friday I am going to have sex with Dave.  I am going to fuck him, and I
am going to let him cum deep inside me.  This time, after I have been with
Dave, I will let you lick me, and you will know for sure I have been
unfaithful."

   I'm not sure what I said after that, but Mike came in my hand.  Weird
huh?

   That Friday night I was with Dave until very late.  Then when I returned
home I crawled into bed with my husband.  I took his hand, put it between
my legs, and said, "Feel how wet I am.  I want you to lick me and clean all
of Dave's sperm out of me before you fuck me." Eagerly, Mike did as I
requested.

   Now that Dave lives nearby again, I see him, and fuck him, regularly. 
These days Mike wants me to tell him every detail when I get home, as he is
obediently licking and sucking Dave's juices out of me.  I love telling him
everything now.  Then we have great sex together.

   Mike seems to enjoy his real cuckold role even more than his earlier
fantasies about being a cuckold.  Obviously, I love it too.