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.