Cuckold 1

"It's a fantasy, for now."

One of the things John enjoyed most was when Jayne, his wife for twenty years, gently held his willy in her left hand and slowly stroked it’s underside with her right. If she was topless and in stockings then even better and if she could be persuaded to tease him and discuss his cuckolding fantasy at the same time then he was in dreamland. It didn’t happen often. Not all of it anyway. Jayne was happy to do the stroking and to a lesser extent the stockings, but she wasn’t keen on the fantasy. She knew it excited John and that he wanted it, but for her, it was just fantasy.

Today John was in dreamland! He’d already sorted her out. That’s the way it always went because once he’d cum, he was drained of sexual energy. Best to satisfy her first and then him. He’d given her at least four orgasms – two with his fingers and then two with his tongue. They were a perfect match in that he loved to eat pussy and that was how she preferred her sexual release. He usually started out stroking her clit and talking through his latest ‘dirty thoughts’ that invariably revolved around cuckolding in some way.

He stroked her to two satisfyingly orgasms before she switched to sitting astride his face and riding his tongue. He found the symbolism of her sat on top of his face very erotic and he liked to fantasise that he was eating a cream pie. It almost always resulted in the pleasure of no hands erection for his little wanker as he liked to call it. After two more orgasms, she was replete and was ready to do something for him.

After she teased and edged him, sometimes she finished him off slowly with his cum oozing out.

Other times she did it in a flurry with a fast wank, cum shooting up and out, aiming it at him so it messed his shirt or, better still, hit him in the face. She’d leave him there, messy, spent, limp and drained. Smirking at him for being so feeble and reliant on her for the simple sexual gratification of a topless handjob. This time it was fast. Her hand was a blur as she teased him about his lack of size and how a real man with a real cock would never settle for a handjob. They’d be fucking her senseless before demanding a blowjob. Needless to say, it was over quickly. He came with a groan and a shudder. As he shot, he begged her to cuckold him.

“That’s you sorted for a couple of days at least. It’ll be that long before you can produce anything worthwhile from your little wanker again.”

She said it just right. Getting the right mix of sexy playfulness and erotic humiliation. With spunk on his shirt and face and his little wanker getting rapidly smaller he looked at his sexy wife (mid 40’s, size 12, perfect pert 34a tits and looking sexy naked apart from the stockings) and thought how lucky he was. The irony was that she was great at all aspects of cuckolding but wouldn’t actually cuckold him. She could dress sexy but not look slutty, she could tease and humiliate whilst still being loving and caring. She could edge and wank him to the point he’d agree to practically anything. Would it forever be fantasy or was there a possibility that the right time, the right place and the right man could turn fantasy into reality?