Cuckold Fiction: Cuckolded for Promotion

When I came home from work and told Julie that I had to go out of town for the weekend, a business trip, she looked a bit disgusted, but then I mentioned she was welcome to join me, and we could definitely use the time away together, just quiet, romantic moments to share between us. She smiled again and jumped at the chance, telling me she would shop for a couple new dresses the next day and have our bags packed and ready by early Friday morning, that way no rush on getting to the airport on time. Even though Julie and I had been having some marital issues for quite some time, neither of us really brought it up, thinking if we didn’t mention it, it didn’t really exist, so this weekend would be a great time to bring back our dating days and get a little wild.

As promised we were walking out our front door at 9am sharp, heading for the airport and then a couple of hours in the air would put us at our destination. My business was just an informal get together at the home of a man we were hoping to bring on board as one of our clients, he had money, a lot of it, and he was never selfish in rewarding those he thought was beneficial to him. So, on Saturday Julie would accompany me to the gala event and I was sure her beauty would sweep every man there off of their feet. Even though I loved what was inside of her, it was no secret that her outer beauty was the first thing to catch my attention. Her honey colored hair had a natural wave and curl to it that gave her the girl next door look, a few freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose and aqua colored eyes, definitely spoke volumes for her loveliness. From there it just continued with perfection, her waist was trim and curved in all the right places, her breasts were a desirable 34C, and she loved wearing bras with the nipples cut out, allowing her a bit of freedom while still having support was what she always said. Her legs were long, and her butt extremely tight, yes, I’d say I had myself on hot wife that most men would envy.

As our plane touched down we scrambled to get the carry on bags and then off to get the rest of our luggage. Mr. Spivey, the man we were trying to woo had sent a car for us, and even though we had made arrangements for a motel room, he insisted we stay at his mansion, a huge, sprawling estate that anyone could easily get lost in. For Julie and I, we were  bit disappointed because our plans had been for a bit of unruly actions over the next couple of days and now we felt as though we’ll have to tone down our plans.

Walking through the front door we were both in awe of our surroundings, everything was not only beautiful, but polished, shining and looking as though it must have cost a fortune. My Spivey was there to greet us, and I noticed he was giving Julie some lingering looks, the sort that show the excitement in his eyes and I wasn’t sure just how I felt about that. Even though I call him, Mr. Spivey, he’s actually only about eight years older than Julie and I, so definitely young enough to strike a chord for her, if she had been that type of hot wife.

After dinner we went into one of the formal living rooms for a drink and conversation, we had agreed no business discussions until tomorrow’s meeting, so it was just a social evening. Music lightly filtered through the air and Mr. Spivey asked if I would mind him dancing with my wife, not if she’s alright with it was the only response I could think of, after all, we were trying to woo him. He held her close….very close, and I knew underneath her dress she wore a bra that left her nipples exposed, I could see how much they had hardened and wondered what she was thinking. Her breasts are extremely sensitive and many times over the past few years of marriage I’ve brought her to an explosive orgasm just by licking and sucking on her nipples. He pressed hard against her, I could see her eyes starting to look a bit glazed and her hips were grinding back against his own in a special rhythm. I began to shift on the sofa a bit, thinking I might ask to cut in, but I didn’t want to offend him. Finally, after noticing his hands were wandering to the low cut of her back, then to the top of her tight ass, I decided to take back what belonged to me.

I stepped up to them both and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, smiling and said, “I think it’s my turn.” Much to my surprise his tone, expression and actions were completely different and he informed me that it would be Julie’s choice. I turned to my wife with a questioning look on my face, and all she could say was, “Ronnie dear, let me finish this dance and then we’ll have some time together.” So, feeling somewhat rejected and confused, I went back to the sofa and do my drink. That dance led into two more and then finally I saw them parting ways, he left the room and she came to sit next to me on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, was it from the exertion or the arousal? “Ronnie, I want to tell you something, and I want to make it quick, my mind is made up, so don’t try to change it.” “You and I have been having issues for a long time, we both know it, and this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt so excited and aroused, and I don’t want the feeling to stop. I’ve been whispering in Howard’s …err….Mr. Spivey’s ear that I could feel his throbbing huge cock pushing against me, and Ronnie, now I want to feel it inside of me.” With that she got up and left the room.

I sat with my mouth hanging open and wondering if that really happened. I took the last swallow of my drink and set out to find her. Going up the long staircase I could hear sounds from the room on the right, I opened the door and there was Julie, on the bed, on her knees and sucking his mammoth cock like a person that hasn’t had sex in years. Her jaws were stretched tightly around his width, she was forcing the inches into the back of her throat and all I could think was how she never went after my own dick with such passion. His hands were fondling, pulling, tugging and twisting her nipples and I could already see the clear pussy juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway, and pulling his cock from her lips she said, “Sit down, I want you to watch, that will turn me on.” At that moment I knew what it felt like to be a cuckold husband, and it happened so quickly, but apparently it was something that Julie has been thinking of for a long time, she was too comfortable with it.

Mr. Spivey turned to look at me and through his hard breathing he uttered, “Ron, if you want my contract, which will mean a huge boost for you up the corporate ladder, you’ll not only let me fuck your hot wife, but you’ll be a good cuckold and sit down like the lady said and watch us.” I don’t know if it was shock or selfishness, but I did as he said. I sat in the huge overstuffed chair next to the bed, watching his many thick and pulsating inches driving deeper and deeper into her sweet pussy hole.

As promised, I did get the contract, I was promoted and once a month we go back to see Mr. Spivey, courtesy of his own private jet and I sit, like a good cuckold husband, watching him banging my wife with a fornicating fury.

Hot Wife Stories: Humiliation and Lust

The passion has always burned strong inside of me, for as long as I can remember I’ve had this desire to control a man in ways that may not be the normal for most, but for me, it was the most natural feeling in the world. I tried to get passed it, but when I heard Trent ask me on that Autumn night, “Sandy, would you be my wife?” I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more at that moment. But then, as the months drug by so slowly, I could feel myself withdrawing from him in ways that he couldn’t understand. I tried to explain that I wanted to remain married to him, because no one else would provide the financial lifestyle I had grown accustom to, and I knew how much he enjoyed going to his fancy work parties and having a hot wife on his arm, so that part worked out beautifully for both of us, but that is where the mutual satisfaction ended.

I wanted a cuckold husband, nothing more, nothing less. I couldn’t imagine myself crawling into our king sized bed each night and pretending that his touch did anything for me, because it didn’t. What I wanted was to share my body with another lover, to feel his hands sliding up and down my petite waist, feeling the softness of my skin while my breasts rested in the palm of his hands perfectly. I wanted a lover that I could flaunt in front of my cuckold husband, to let him know that he never brought me any sexual satisfaction, instead, it was the act of sucking and fucking in front of him with another man that excited me more than anything.

My words flowed through Trent’s mind, but I wasn’t sure he really understood what I was saying, so I decided actions should speak louder than words.

He got home at the normal time, and as I stood in front of the window, looking at nature budding to life in the Spring season he had nothing to say when he came through the front door. I looked at him, though to myself how pathetic he seemed to be and how much I wanted to drive the point home that he was a cuckold, and if he wanted to keep me as his hot wife, he would always be only a cuckold. When he sat down on the sofa to go through the day’s mail, I slipped my blouse off, standing in front of the window with my big breasts exposed, my jeans clinging tightly to my lean hips and my long hair flowing across my shoulders I could almost see the spark in his eyes, he was thinking I began to get naked for him, but how wrong he was. With the slam of a cab’s car door and the ring of the doorbell I greeted my lover in an already aroused state.

I walked him by the hand into the living room, and told him to pay no attention to Trent, he was just my and he would be nothing more than a spectator to our sexual endeavor. Since Adam was already hard as a rock, he didn’t rebuttal in any way except to unzip his jeans and allow my hands to wander inside, to unleash his throbbing cock. Trent sat with his eyes fixated on my every action, his jaw slightly dropped but not uttering a word. I lowered myself to the carpet and opened my mouth, applying my oral skills to Adam, sucking in his thick and might inches with a frenzy like I had never shown to Trent. I couldn’t resist but to make eye contact with him, I wanted to see the on his face and it greeted me with such an excitement, it’s as if it instilled power into the plunges I made to Adam’s cock. His hand wrapped through my long hair as he fed my face faster and I could tell the load was churning in his balls.

I stood up, slipped out of my jeans and then stretched across the loveseat, hiking my tight, sweet ass high into the air for him to take me, I wanted to be sure I was facing Trent, I didn’t want to miss one expression on his cuckold face, that was what would drive me into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. My tits flipped and jiggled as Adam drove every inch deep into my already cream coated vaginal area, he plunged and thrust with a fury, as if it were driving him with desire as well to know we were being watched by the man wearing a matching wedding band to my own. I couldn’t hold back as my own orgasm was approaching and I found myself screaming things such as, “Watch us fuck, you’re nothing but a cuckold!” “You could never satisfy me this way, I feel like a real woman now!” And then the explosion erupted over Adam’s dick, my juices sprayed with force and encased his erection. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and they were tighter and tighter, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before his own spurting streams of cum would be filling my belly with total relinquish.

Adam pulled my hair hard, and as his hips lunged forward, driving his salty spunk deep inside of me, the look of disbelief still showered across Trent’s face. We both collapsed across the loveseat, our bodies heaving as we tried to catch our breath, to regain composure.

As Adam pulled his now flaccid cock from my pussy he slowly began to get dressed, telling me that he had a job interview that he would be late for, but that he would call me later. I stood up on shaky legs and struck a bit of a pose in front of Trent, as if one more way to flaunt my accomplishment before reaching my fingers down to slide the mixture of our juices across my digits, and then I walked to Trent, rubbed my fingers under his nostrils and told him that a cuckold deserves to smell the scent of his hot wife and her lover. He just looked at me. I then demanded his wallet, after all, it was only fitting that he should pay for Adam’s cab fare back to town.

The Power of Being A Hot Wife

Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs and large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy and a ploy to get into the social circles she desired. He bought her the big house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture and supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits and a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, but he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up and do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around and show off to all of his predominant friends.

He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could give her, but not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear and seduce him with her charms, but only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money and then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding and the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, but no sign of her. He walked outside and heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign and the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his hard cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, and that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband and if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.

Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, and she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, and warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him and degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, and of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name and picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.

Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, but many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat and direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie and of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling and framing her delicate features.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, and she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, and that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, and of course the penetration of passion.

Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, and she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could, just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed and began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, and as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, and then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled and jerked to get the blood rushing and it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover and her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness and it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect for her.

As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was also close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, and she wasn’t about to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, and even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she and her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the