After a torrid night of sex— fucking, to be more precise— I was lying next to my wife. While were engaged in our lovemaking she had imagined I was fucking a former neighbor, Jasmine, while she watched.
It had been enormously erotic and my wife had climaxed harder than she had in a long time.
I leaned over and kissed a nipple and then said, “You were really turned on by the thought of me with Jasmine while I was fucking you. What do you think of it now?”
She responded. No hesitation.
“I was really, really turned on. I’ve harbored the thought of you with someone for a while, but when I saw you with Jasmine in the mall, I have to confess, it made me wet. The notion of you being physical with her, screwing her makes me crazy. I’ve never wanted you to cheat on me, but if you have my permission it’s not cheating. Right?”
I was leery and said nothing.
“And…I want to SEE you with her. I want to WATCH you with her, fucking her.” I was realizing my wife wanted to be my female cuck
“I love you, honey,” I said. “I would honestly love to spend time with her, too, and if you’re serious I’m going to try. I don’t know what she’ll think of you watching. If you can’t, and I can take her to bed, is that still okay with you? I won’t try it if it isn’t.”
She thought for a minute.
“Yes. Ye,s you can. But you’ll have to tell me what happens. In detail. If I can’t watch.”
So far it didn’t seem like she wanted a threesome. She actually wanted to watch, but maybe it would evolve to that. Did she want me to change how I treated her? Was she wanting to taste humiliation? I didn’t know. What I did know was that my wife had opened the door to my involvement with another woman. I hadn’t given her the same freedom and, frankly, I didn’t know if I could or that I ever would.
While she spoke she stroked my cock, then started sucking it. My wife is an excellent cock sucker, so I relaxed and enjoyed it. The thought of me with Jasmine had transformed my wife sexually to an almost unrecognizable state. The thought of me with Jasmine was now something within my reach, and something that I wanted, something she wanted too. My wife sucking me off while I thought of Jasmine made it better because she was thinking the same exact thing. I gripped her by her hair and helped her help me by face fucking her.
“Suck me, honey! Think how I’m going to fuck Jasmine while you watch.”
She picked up the pace and I quickly erupted in her mouth. She greedily lapped my cum and swallowed. As I shrunk she let go of me and crawled up my body and we kissed.
“I want to see you with Jasmine.”
Pushing the envelope I told her, “If you do you can’t touch yourself without my permission. And you may have to clean up our mess.”
Quietly she said, “Okay.”
“What did you say? Okay, what?” I asked.
“Okay, I will clean up after you and Jasmine.”
“Say please. Please let me watch you and Jasmine so I can clean you up. Now!”
My wife repeated, “Please let me watch you and Jasmine so I can clean you up. Please.”
I was surprised at how I had acted, how I had intentionally attacked her. And I was stunned how she accepted it, acquiesced to it. We were definitely on a different path, but one we would share. But one that I would control.
The weekend passed quickly.
On Monday afternoon, after I had cleared up some work matters, I decided to take my shot and dialed Jasmine’s phone. I was afraid I might sound desperate, but called anyway. It rang several times and I was suddenly afraid she wouldn’t answer. Then she picked up the phone.
“Hi, stranger. I’m glad you called,” Jasmine said.
“Hi. What are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing. If you must know I’ve been horny since I saw you in the mall. I was sitting here playing with myself.”
I was surprised at her candor and what she said and the openness of how she said it, but I tried keeping it out of my voice.
“It’s too bad I’m not there to help. Your husband must have fun with you.”
“My husband has no interest in me. He barely touches me. You should visit me.”
“What would your neighbors think about a strange car in your driveway?”
“Our neighborhood is pretty private. You really don’t see into each other’s yards, and we’re so new here nobody knows what we drive. Can you get away? I wish you could spend the night with me tonight. My husband is on a business trip all week.”
Jasmine must starving for physical affection, I thought, to speak this way, to be so aggressive. I decided to say something to see if I could blow her mind because I wanted to be open with her.
“My wife saw us at the mall. Don’t worry, she’s actually good with us getting together. She wants us to get together. So, yes, I can get away.”
Jasmine was quiet. Finally she said, “Well, this is surprising.”
“If that changes anything, I understand. But I’m not going to hide anything from you or her.”
In the back of my mind I was hiding the fact my wife wanted to be cucked and wanted to watch me in bed with Jasmine. I wouldn’t share that detail until I was up close and personal with Jasmine if we managed to get together.
Jasmine surprised me again and said, “Well, at least you won’t have to worry about sneaking around. Please come visit me. Don’t you work remotely? I have internet, you could work here after you spend the night. Right? And you said your wife knows, so no problem, right?”
I knew I would have to pass that idea to my wife, but agreed anyway.
“Let’s do this,” I suggested. “Meet me for dinner at Milo’s (a very private Italian restaurant) at six. You drive there and I’ll take a Lyft. After dinner, you can drive us to your place. No one’s the wiser, unless you’re worried about someone we know seeing us.”
“Fuck them.” She quickly agreed and the evening was set.
Jasmine had one more question for me.
“Do you want me to wear anything special? I have sexy lingerie I could wear under my dress.”
This conversation was getting more interesting by the minute, actually by the second. I thought for a moment and said, “Please wear stockings. And crotchless panties or no panty. And no bra. Would you do that do that for me?”
“Absolutely no problem.”
After hanging up I called my wife at her office and laid out my scheme for the evening. She hadn’t expected me, and quite frankly, I hadn’t planned on moving so quickly and I hadn’t planned on me spending a night with Jasmine the first time we met, but she quickly warmed to the idea.
“Okay,” she said shyly, “but did you tell her I want to watch?”
“No, not yet, she knows that you know we’re getting together. I didn’t want to scare her off, knowing we would, you know, cuck you.” This was the first time I had used those words with my wife and waited for her reaction.
She had no reaction.
“Okay. Have fun. And remember, I want you to tell me the details. Don’t forget I’ll do clean up. Love you.” Then she hung up.
Then my phone immediately rang. It was my wife.
“Maybe you could use your phone to record your bedroom time or maybe even FaceTime me? And you should pack an overnight bag and forget it at home. That would be a good excuse for me to take it to you.”
I said I liked her idea to use my phone camera. I also liked the idea of using her to bring me my bag and we said goodbye again after I said, “I’ll try.”
I sat thinking how radically different my marriage was going. I had no complaints about my sex life. I loved my wife. But now I was about to change, modify everything about our married life. I would be with a married woman, in her home, in an affair, approved by my wife.
Life was good. The only kicker was that I just didn’t want her husband to find out. She longed for physical affection. I was going to provide it for her.
Promptly at six, I was seated at the restaurant, in a dark corner, when Jasmine walked in.
It was as if time stopped. Every man and woman paused what they were doing and stared as Jasmine was escorted to our table.
Her reddish hair impeccably framed her gorgeous face. She was dressed in a little black dress that hugged her body. Tiny straps held up the dress. She was braless, but her breasts looked firm, perky nipples jutting out. It fit tight against her stomach and ass. The dress ended one inch above her knees. She wore pale black stockings and three-inch, open-toed, black Jimmy Chou stilettos. The final touch was her immaculately manicured hands and feet painted a deep red.
She looked like a movie or Broadway star.
She arrived at our table and she greeted me like she was my wife or my lover. We kissed and I could feel her nipples press into my chest, her lips parted and her tongue brushed mine.
I wanted to abandon dinner and take her on the spot, but we sat. We ordered a bottle of 2004 Rodney Strong and commenced chatting, idly, like love struck partners. We couldn’t stop touching each other. I always enjoy being out with my wife. This wasn’t better, it was different. And sexually exciting. I could feel Jasmine experiencing the same energy.
Dinner, as usual with Milo’s, was excellent. We shared a salad, each had a delicious pasta dish and a light dessert. We both had leftovers that were wrapped up for us. Subconsciously we had eaten to satisfy, not stuff, ourselves as we both looked forward to our evening together.
My phone rang and when I looked to see who was calling I saw it was my wife. As Jasmine’s hand rested on my crotch under the table, I answered.
“Hi honey,” she said. “I’m just making sure you got to the restaurant okay.”
“I’m fine. But a little busy right now.”
“Is she sitting by you? Does she look beautiful?”
“Yes and never better.”
“Okay. Don’t forget me and don’t forget to I want to watch. Bye. Love you.”
“Bye.” I ended the call without telling my wife I loved her. I did love her, but was this was a small step in the process of reverse-cucking her?
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” I replied. “All is good.”
“I’m glad you don’t have to sneak time with me.”
“Me too, but what about you? Aren’t you worried someone you know might see us and tell your husband?”
“I frankly don’t care what he thinks. He is checked out. I think we’re still together because he doesn’t want to split everything with me. I guess we’re in a marriage of convenience. We’ve talked more over dinner than tonight than my husband and I talk in a month.”
As she spoke an aura of discouragement seemed to briefly surround her. I leaned over and kissed her and said, “His loss, my gain.”
I paid for dinner after a short discussion about splitting the tab. Jasmine finally relented and promised to make it worth my while. We left the restaurant and I read envy in the eyes of every man who saw us. And in the eyes of a few women, too.
We got to her car, a beautiful Cadillac and she asked me to drive. We started to her house and she said, “This car has never been broken in. Promise me you’ll have reserves for later.”
As I drove her hand fumbled with my belt and slacks as she exposed my firm, and growing harder, cock. She pulled the tension out her seatbelt and leaned over and licked the head of my cock.
I concentrated on not killing anyone on the road, including ourselves s as she performed the rite of passage to ‘break in’ her car.
I think I’ve mentioned that my wife is a world-class cocksucker, But Jasmine was, at a minimum, in the same league.
I wanted to pull over, but kept driving as she slowly, kissed and fondled my now-straining cock. She kissed the pulsating veins of my dick and she relished the pre cum leaking from me. Then suddenly I felt my cock touching the back of her throat, she gagged only slightly and then began bobbing her head, rapidly, sucking and slurping as saliva dripped onto my lap.
I felt a boiling sensation in my balls and warned Jasmine, “Fuck! I’m cumming!!!” This only prompted her to go faster.
I erupted into her mouth as her lips made a seal around my cock, drinking my sperm, not spilling a drop. I gripped the steering wheel like Superman, loving the feeling while trying to concentrate on staying on the road as I thrust my hips upward to try to face-fuck Jasmine. As my first orgasm with Jasmine subsided, she finished and sat up smiling.
“You taste good.” She kissed me and I could taste my cum on her breath. “And you didn’t kill us!” She said this as she tucked my shrinking dick back into my pants.
We arrived to her house and she activated the garage door opener. I pulled in and she closed the garage door behind us. The edge had been taken off of me by the magnificent blow job I received, but Jasmine was bubbling with desire.
Before exiting the car I slipped my hand under her dress and as I approached her crotch I could feel heat emanating from her. I felt her bald mons and her wet, hot, musky pussy. I was not restricted by a panty because she had come commando. I felt the nub of her clit and she nearly came from my mere touch. I rubbed it for a minute, intermittently sliding fingers inside her wet pussy while she gripped the sides of her seat. Then she exploded violently in the first orgasm I helped her achieve.
“Oh my god!!! I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING!!!”
Jasmine bucked in her seat as I kept up the friction on her clit and after the first wave, then the second wave of her climax had passed, she melted into her seat.
“Oh my god, I haven’t had someone get me off since, since, since I can’t remember when. Thank you!”
I said, “I think your Caddie is now broken in.”
We kissed briefly and then climbed out of the car and entered her house. It was well-apportioned and comfortable. Jasmine gave me a quick tour then gave me the assignment of opening a bottle of wine while she changed. Our sex drive had been sated, at least temporarily.
Rarely used, I had a ‘blue pill’ with me. I wanted to fuck Jasmine like she had never been fucked. I wanted her to think of me whenever she thought of sex, so I had brought this booster with me. I filled a glass of water and took it. What was the old saying? Better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.
When she came out she was dressed in sexy white lingerie covered with a beautiful white nightgown and bright pink feathered slippers with three-inch heels. And white stockings. Her panty was hardly there and looked like it had been made with silk floss. Her labia were barely held in the silky pouch and looked moist.
She looked marvelous.
And my cock stirred again.
I approached her with a glass of wine and kissed her. I retrieved my glass and we toasted each other.
“To an evening spent like no other,” I toasted.
“To your wife, for sharing your body, your touch, your lovemaking, with me.”
We sat on her couch, cuddling and enjoying our physical contact. I couldn’t understand why her husband had failed to treat her like a queen. Why he had abandoned her needs, but decided I wouldn’t spend any more time thinking about it.
She sat back and placed her feet in my lap.
“If you give me a good foot massage I might reward you by taking you to bed.”
I slipped off her heels and began rubbing her feet. I love a sexy woman’s feet and hers were magnificent. I treated them as if I was worshipping them. I rubbed her heels, working my fingers and thumbs firmly into the balls of her feet, but not to the point of discomfort before sucking her toes, individually, into my mouth and giving them tiny blow jobs.
“Oh my god! I don’t know if you can fuck as good as this feels!”
I said, “I promise it will be better.”
As I worked on one foot, Jasmine would push, gently, her opposite foot against my now revitalized cock. But we weren’t in any hurry. I knew the pill was kicking in as I felt harder and harder.
My phone rang, but I didn’t answer it knowing it was my wife.
“Don’t you need to get that?” Jasmine asked.
“No, it’s my wife.”
“Is she checking in on you?”
“Not really. I know why she’s calling. I said I wouldn’t hold out on you, so I’ll tell you what she wants.” My phone stopped ringing.
“Okay,” Jasmine said softly as she sensed something was wrong.
“You won’t believe me, but she wants us together and…”
“And?”
“And she wants to see us together. Close together. Really close.”
After a moment my words sunk in.
“If you’re saying she wants to watch us I think that’s a little crazy. But, I guess if she’s sharing you I’ll have to think about it.”
“Just a thought, we could use my phone to FaceTime her. But think about it later. Don’t think of anything but how you want me to please you.”
“You’re doing a good job now, but I want you to take me to bed and work some magic.”
I stood, pulled her to her feet, picked up her shoes and we headed to a bedroom. I assumed we would go to the guest bedroom.
I was wrong.
She led us to her marital bedroom and turned down the sheets. Then she turned to me and said, “Back up.”
As she looked me in the eye she started taking off what little clothing, lingerie, she was wearing.
She was a feast for my eyes. Though she was well into her forties her body was nearly perfect. She undressed slowly, allowing me the chance to admire her beauty the first time I was to see her naked.
I reached for her, but was stopped and told to undress. I removed my shirt and slacks and folded them after kicking off my shoes.
Except for my boxers, that were tented by my engorged cock and supercharged by medical science, I was nearly naked before her.
Jasmine said, “Call your wife.”
I found my phone and dialed her number. It was quickly answered.
“Hi honey,” she said.
“Tell your wife that she has permission to watch me possess you. Tell her that in the future, whenever you fuck her, you’ll be thinking of me.”
I passed the message on and heard my wife whimper. Or was it a moan?
“Tell her,” Jasmine continued, “that whenever I want you, she will watch you leave with no complaints. Tell her she may need to serve us in the future and will do it willingly. If she agrees to do this, she may watch.”
I was in awe at how Jasmine was determining how my wife would act going forward. She was absolutely cucking her in ways I never imagined.
“I agree,” was all my wife said.
I passed on her surrender to Jasmine.
“Turn on the speaker,” Jasmine said.
I did as she requested.
“Tell me you agree with everything I said and you may watch me and your husband.”
My wife was quiet for a moment and then said, “I agree.” Her voice was as humiliated as I had ever heard. But I sensed a longing, a desire for something forbidden and never acknowledged. I was in the middle of two women vying for my attention and had never been so horny in my life.
[End of Part 2]