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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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People have asked me how I got my wife to cuckold me. The answer is I didn't. It was her choice. But here are the the three steps that led to that choice.
1. My wife felt comfortable enough to tell me about he fantasies and experiences.
2. I wrote stories for her which I read to her in bed and which turned her on.
3. Kate felt safe and secure enough to turn our fantasies into reality. For us this meant her retiring and we moved from the small town she had lived in for nearly 30 years to a bigger city where hardly anyone knew us.
Here is her favourite story. It's about a guy in a suit she meets in a hotel. There's an element of truth in this story which I will explain at the end so as not to spoil it.
I notice I wrote this story in 2014 and didn't become a cuckold for another 5 years. Never give up hope.
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The Suit
I love a man in smart suit, shirt and tie. Especially when they cover a nice body. Taking those
layers off is like unwrapping a gift. And when the last shred of clothing has gone there is
usually a lovely present for me to enjoy.
It was the dark blue business suit, white shirt and deep yellow and blue tie that drew my eye
as its gym toned occupant moved next to me at the bar of the rather grand hotel that was
hosting the staff night out I was meant to be enjoying.
Despite being nearly midnight the bar was still busy, which I suppose explained why this
stranger’s body seemed to be pressing against mine. Finally, the most frazzled looking of the
three young bar staff came to our end of the bar and looked quizzically at the suit and me.
‘Oh, ladies first,’ insisted the gallant gentleman in a cultured voice.
‘Thank you,’ I replied, giving him eye contact for the first time before I ordered my red wine.
I sensed him staring at me as the barman measured out the Rioja and I felt the urge to fill
the silence.
‘Nice suit’, I blurted. It was the first thing that came to into my head.
‘Nice dress’, he responded with a smile. I was wearing my bright red dress, the one that is
very tight fitting. Too tight maybe and as his eyes absorbed my attire I wondered if he could
see the outline of my suspenders where the material clung to my thigh.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Blue suit’s equally blue eyes held me in a level gaze and gave off an air of confidence that
hinted at arrogance. I found it attractive and intimidating in equal measure. His well groomed
dark brown hair showed a hint of grey, but even so this guy had to be about twenty years
younger than me. Mid-thirties maybe?
‘Night out?’ he inquired economically.
‘Leaving do. One of the admin staff. Jill, the one in the blue skirt over there on the dance
floor.’ I pointed to a whirling blob throwing herself around to Pharrell William’s ‘Happy’ and
showing every indication that she was.
My wine arrived. It was decision time. Throw myself back into the fray and pretend to have a
good time or linger and see if something more exciting and possibly more dangerous
Awaited?
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Mr Self-Assured turned from ordering his own drink and caught me on the brink of fleeing.
‘I’m sat over there,’ he said firmly, indicating a table in the corner with a few sheets of official
looking papers and a couple of pens scattered across it. ‘I’m doing my homework. Very
boring. You’d be doing me a big favour if you joined me and told me your life story.’
‘That might be even more boring,’ I giggled, my own confidence way below that of the suave
businessman.
We took our drinks over to the table, which thankfully was just out of sight of the dance floor
where most of my colleagues were throwing some very odd shapes. The papers and pen
were rapidly cleared away as I settled into the spare seat.
It has always struck me as odd how Americans appear insistent on introducing themselves
within seconds of meeting someone. At least that’s how it appears on the kind of TV dramas
and trashy fiction that makes up my fun-filled evenings. We Brit’s aren’t like that and the very
English man sitting next to me never offered his name or asked for mine. It didn’t seem to
matter to either of us. Secretly I named him ‘Giles’ after a very hot contestant on ‘The
Apprentice’ to whom he bore a bit of a resemblance.
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The next twenty minutes was an information exchange, although I was the one who revealed
the most. And I don’t mean that my stocking tops were peeking out from under the red dress
or that my pert boobs were on show. No, it was more that ‘Giles’ had a knack of winding me
up like a clock-work mouse and then sitting back while I splurted out the minutiae of my life. I
did learn the reason for his smart attire though. He was staying at the hotel for one night and
had spent the evening wining and dining a very important client. He had paused in the bar
for a nightcap whilst going over some of the paperwork.
There were two things we did not discuss. The first was his wedding ring, which added a hint
of guilt to our tete-a-tete. The other was the lack of any kind of ring on the corresponding
finger of my left hand. That spoke of my availability and hunger for the kind of attention that
pointing out his gold band would surely rob me of.
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Our glasses were empty. ‘Giles’ looked at his expensive watch.
‘It’s getting late. I have a train to catch in the morning,’ he told me as he rose from his seat.
A ripple of disappointment ran through my petite body. ‘Giles’ smiled.
‘In my experience it’s the things we don’t do that we regret the most,’ he began. ‘But then
again, life is full of choices. So here’s the deal. I am going over to the bar to buy another
bottle of red with two glasses. Then I’m going to take it up to my room. You are very
welcome to join me. It’s room 214, second floor. Your choice.’
He gathered his papers and pens and headed for the bar. I made for the loo.
‘Choice! Bloody dilemma more like,’ I thought as I adjusted my make-up and appraised my
appearance in the mirror of the Ladies.
I knew I was good for my age. Still slim and despite being in my mid-fifties both my bum and
boobs remained firm and definitely weren’t heading south. Although I have always thought of
my tits as being on the small size so there wasn’t that much for gravity to tug at. One of my
daughter’s bolder male friends had even told me that I was the perfect MILF. At the time I
thought it was throwaway comment. But I later found out that the young man seriously lusted
after me and in a one-off night of passion I took him to my bed and turned his fantasies into
reality. Judging by the copious amounts of spunk he pumped into me that night I was
reassured to know that I still held a lot of sex appeal.
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But that was with a much younger guy and I was very much in control. My man in the suit
was older and far more self-assured. I knew I wouldn’t be the one in control. Was that a good
thing?
I made my way back to what remained of my friends and colleagues. Mostly it was the
younger ones still going strong. I sought out Jill, hugged her, promised to keep in touch and
told her I was going home. And I was.
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I made it as far as the hotel foyer when the lift doors opened. A fit young man in a tight white
T shirt walked out and gave me an appraising look and a knowing smile. The sort of smile
that suggested he had just encountered the kind of older woman who was gagging for sex
and for whom he’d be doing a big favour.
I realised he was half right. I was gagging for sex. But it wouldn’t be him doing me the favour.
I quickly got in the lift and pressed the button for the second floor.
Outside room 214 I pulled my tight dress down and tried to make myself look a bit less
wanton before knocking gently on the door.
‘Giles’ opened the door and my heart sank. The smart suit, shirt and tie were all gone. In
their place was a fluffy white hotel robe. It was far too small for ‘Giles’ tall, tanned body. The
sleeves stopped a good six inches above his wrists and he looked more comical than sexy.
‘Like the look?’ he asked as he ushered me in. A bottle of red wine and two poured glasses
were illuminated by the lamp on the chest of drawers.
‘I preferred the suit,’ I said honestly.
‘Ah, I see. Point taken,’ he said as he handed me a glass of wine.
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‘Well the suit has gone away for night but I could easily slip the shirt and tie back on if that
will make you feel any better?’ He nodded towards a chair in the corner where the shirt and
tie were draped neatly.
‘That would be nice,’ I uttered timidly.
‘Giles’ smiled as he stood up and threw off the hotel bath robe without a hint of
self-consciousness. His naked body looked fit and slender but not too well muscled and my
eyes were drawn to his semi-erect penis as he moved to retrieve his shirt and tie. As cocks
go it was right in the Goldilocks zone – not too big and not too small. Just right. I took a big
gulp of wine and at that moment I moved from timid uncertainty to wanton conviction. I was
going to have that cock inside me. I was going to fuck the stranger in the suit.
I knocked back my wine greedily while ‘Giles’ carefully buttoned up his shirt and knotted his
tie like a striptease in reverse.
Taking his own glass my stranger looked directly at me and commanded:
‘Your turn. Take that dress off and let’s see if you’re wearing what I think you are.’
Slowly, taking as much time as I could, I unzipped my red dress and stepped out of it.
‘Wow!’ uttered Giles appraisingly as he took in the sight of my half cup black lacy bra and
matching panties together with the black suspender belt and dark tan stockings. I must admit
I don’t normally wear stockings but when I got dressed that evening I had an urge to put on
something sexy. Does that say something about my hidden desires?
Judging by the full-on erection I was now presented with, the slow, sensuous removal of my
dress had clearly worked its magic on the stranger.
For a heart beat we stood facing each other. Then ‘Giles’ moved towards me and pushed me
back on the bed.
That first fuck was rough, frantic and just what I needed. ‘Giles’ explored my body with his
hands and lips – freeing my boobs so he could suck and bite my nipples, kissing my neck
and mouth passionately as his fingers inched down my knickers and found their way into my
pussy.
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Forcefully the stranger pushed my hands above my head and held me by the wrists. He
pressed my arms there with his left hand, freeing his right to stroke my clit and slide a finger
inside me.
‘Nice and wet,’ murmured the man who had me pinned to his bed. ‘I think you want a good
fucking. Is that what you want?’
I nodded my head.
‘Say it,’ he commanded. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘I want you to fuck me,’ I replied a little weakly. Then, suddenly feeling bolder, I added:
‘Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Stick your cock right up my wet cunt and shag me.’
‘That’s better. You only had to ask,’ he said smiling.
I felt his right hand pull the crotch of my soaking panties to one side as he lowered himself
between my open legs. Beneath his smart shirt every muscle in his body seemed to tense as
he slowly worked his knob up my pussy. Then, pinning my wrists with both hands again, he
pumped away rhythmically as I took him further inside with every thrust.
The feeling of helplessness just turned me on more and I began to moan. ‘Ooohh, Oohh.’ He
responded by fucking me harder.
‘Mmm. I think you like me fucking you don’t you? This is what you wanted isn’t it?’
‘Yes, yes. I wanted you to fuck me as soon as I saw you,’ I groaned.
Unpinning my wrists, he slipped one hand under my back and roughly groped my boobs with
other. I could feel his teeth on my neck as he forced himself even deeper into my soaking
pussy. Instinctively I pulled him into me, clawing at his damp shirt, my moans becoming
longer and louder as I neared my climax.
‘Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck me, fuck me!’ I pleaded. ‘Oh yes, yes!’
Grabbing my pert arse with both hands he strained to screw me even harder while I
stretched my legs wide to take him as far inside me as I could.
I let out one long moan as the lights exploded inside my head and his body began to spasm.
The warm stickiness filled me as he pumped me full of his hot spunk.
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I was awakened by the sound of the shower in the en suite. It took me a few seconds to
realise where I was. I smiled to myself despite the slight hangover. Somehow in the night I
had removed my stockings and underwear and they lay in heap on the floor. Seconds later
my stranger in a suit walked into the bedroom, rubbing himself down with a towel.
‘Morning,’ he greeted me brightly. ‘I’m glad you’re awake. I didn’t want to slip out without
saying goodbye. I’m sorry but I have a train to catch.’
‘When is your train?’ I asked.
He picked up the expensive watch.
‘In about 30 minutes.’
‘Good,’ I said. We’re only five minutes from the station. Plenty of time.’
Scurrying towards him it was my turn to push him onto the bed. Throwing the towel aside I
began to explore his body with my lips and tongue, gradually moving down until I had his
stiffening prick in my hand. As I guided it into my mouth it was his turn to moan and I soon
had him standing to attention.
I could taste the hotel shower gel on his cock as my mouth greedily enveloped his manhood.
It was tempting to take him all the way to climax, but a girl has needs.
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In one deft movement I slid up his body, straddled him and guided his cock into my pussy. I
would happily have stayed on top of him all morning but time was against us. Besides, it was
my turn to take control.
‘Come on big boy, fuck me,’ I urged. ‘That’s it. Come on. Let’s see if you’ve got anything left
in those big balls of yours.’
I lowered myself onto him and nipped his neck and face with my teeth. Wrapping his arms
around me his thrusts became more furious.
‘That’s it, don’t hold back. Fill my lovely pussy.’
His back arched as he obeyed my orders and emptied himself inside me for a second time.
‘Good boy,’ I cooed. ‘Good boy.’
Half an hour later, having said goodbye to a man whose name I didn’t know and who I would
never see again, I emerged from the lift on the ground floor. The red dress was back in place
but the stockings and sticky panties were in my handbag.
As I made my way towards the entrance I almost ran straight into the fit young man I had
encountered in almost the same soft the previous evening. The white T shirt now replaced
by an equally tight blue one.
‘Sorry,’ he said as he checked his stride to avoid bumping into me. I watched as recognition
crossed his face and he took in the sight of me in the same clothes I had been wearing
about eight hours earlier. A wicked smile filled his face as he put two and two together.
‘Hello again,’ he said cheerily. ‘You look like you need a coffee. Can I get you one?’
This time he was totally right. I did need a coffee.
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The smartly dressed stranger may have brought my sex famine to an end with a bang but it
seemed as though my appetite had not been satiated.
‘Could we get room service?’ I said boldly to my young admirer, looking him directly in the
eye.
He was taken aback by my directness.
‘Um, er. Yes. That, er, that would be great.’
Ten minutes later I was lying naked in yet another of the hotel’s beds. All I knew about the
young man who was kissing me passionately was that his name was Jake. As his hands
began to explore me I was pleased I had made use of the shower and free toothpaste in the
stranger’s room before I left it.
My body was clean but my pussy was still wet from the sex I had enjoyed only an hour
earlier. A fact Jake soon discovered as his fingers worked their way between my legs.
‘Can I ask you something?’ murmured Jake between sucking each of my nipples.
‘You can I ask,’ I replied, uncertain as to what was coming next.
There was a pause and I sensed my young man plucking up the courage to say what he
wanted to say.
‘Come on. Spit it out,’ I urged.
He looked up at me from between my boobs, his fingers working their way nicely around my
clit and into my pussy.
‘Did you have sex last night?’
I smiled.
‘Yes, I had sex last night. Why? Is that bad?’
My shameless confession seemed to send a jolt of electricity through his body and the lovely
prick in my hand stiffened even more.
‘No,’ he uttered. ‘It’s not bad at all. To be honest, when I saw you last night I thought you
were very hot and I imagined that somewhere in the hotel some lucky chap was screwing
you.’
‘I’m flattered. Did you think about me and have little play with yourself?’
He laughed with embarrassment.
‘Yes, I did. And when I saw you this morning in the same dress I began to get a hard on.’
Jake began to kiss my tummy as he inched his way down the bed.
‘Tell me what happened. Please.’ There was a note of pleading in his voice which trailed off
as his face finally reached my pussy and he began to work his tongue between my spread
legs.
I gasped with pleasure. Jake was young, probably about 25 but he sure knew how to use his
mouth and tongue on my already wet cunny.
‘Well, I met a stranger in the bar and ended back in his room. He was very sexy. He made
me take my dress off and he pushed me onto the bed. He licked my tits and got his hand
down my knickers.’
I paused, unable to contain my moans of pleasure as Jake’s attention to my clit and gaping
hole became ever more furious and intense.
‘Then, oooh! Then, he pulled my panties to one side and he slid his cock into me. Oooh!
Oooh! He, ah, he held my hands above my head and he fucked me. Hard. Oh God! Oh
God!’
I pulled Jake’s face into me as he frantically licked and sucked on my clit. I gave myself over
to moaning and thrashing around the bed as he worked his magic. I don’t think I’ve ever
wanted a cock inside me more as I began to pull Jake’s face away and draw him up the bed.
‘Did you like him fucking you?’ he said desperately as his head drew closer to mine.
‘Oh yes. I really liked him fucking me. I liked it so much I made him screw me again this
morning.’
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This information was too much for Jake.
‘And do you me to fuck you?’ He was almost begging.
‘Yes, darling, I do. Please. Please fuck me. Let me feel your prick inside my cunt!’
My pussy was a soaking wet mess that Jake’s cock slid into with ease. I wrapped my legs
around him as his hungry mouth found mine and I tasted my own juices on his lips.
He broke off the kiss to bury his face in my neck and joined me in moaning.
‘Aaah!’ we screeched in unison.
‘Oh yes, Jake fuck me. I love being fucked.’
Sensing he had reached the point of no return I pulled him close, holding him tenderly as he
emptied himself into me.
We lay together for over 10 minutes. Kissing gently and relaxing in the warm afterglow of
sex.
‘It’s true,’ I said. Men are like bloody buses. Nothing for a year and then two come together,
no pun intended.’
‘Are you seeing the other bloke again?’ asked Jake lazily.
‘No. He’s gone,’ I replied with a hint of sadness.
‘I’m here for another three days,’ Jake declared. ‘Maybe we could meet up for a drink this
evening?’
I was being offered yet more casual sex. A chance to put on my make-up, dress sexily and
go out with the sole intention of being shagged.
‘We’ll see,’ I whispered with a smile and kissed him on the lips.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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When my wife was divorced and single, before she met me, she went to a staff do and that is what this story is based on. There was a smartly dressed guy in suit and he did buy her a drink before inviting her to his room. She declined in case any of her work colleagues saw what she was doing. When I asked her about her experiences and fantasies she told me the story and said she regretted not accepting his offer. This is her favourite story and still remains a fantasy.
If you've read my Bareback story you will know about Stuart, the guy she is cuckolding me with. For their next meeting Stuart is booking a hotel. We have agreed I won't be involved and they have agreed to send me photos. Fantasy may well become reality. I look forward to hearing all about it from Kate and sharing our story. |
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