My Cucking Chapter 1

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Prelude Let me begin by saying that I have always been a submissive. This wasn’t a part of our sex lives, but it was a part of our everyday lives. More often than not, I agreed to whatever she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, and to pretty much anything else she had a mind to do. While there were some things I did by myself that she didn’t like, in twenty-six years of marriage we have had an active and fulfilling sex life, even after children. We both enjoyed giving the other oral, and after sex, I always licked her clean. She enjoyed getting both vaginal and anal, and I enjoyed it when she’d strap on a toy and do me. So I was a little shocked that evening after supper when she asked my opinion.“Say that again,” I said, as I rose back up from putting plates in the dishwasher.“Don’t look so shocked,” she laughed. “I just was asking if you’d agree.”“And I’m asking you to repeat the question.”“A former client asked if I’d have sex with him,” she said, a smile on her face. “It is only going to be sex, and he said that you could watch.”My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I found the idea to be exciting, but also a bit degrading. But I also found the feelings of degradation to be stimulating. Picturing her having sex with another man also gave me a feeling of weakness and was somewhat scary, yet intriguing.“I’ll even let you paint your nails and wear your handcuffs and shackles,” she went on. Neither of these, like my wearing of women’s panties and nightgowns, did she approve of.“How–how’d this come about?” I asked, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.“When I was redecorating his club room, I came across his collection almanbahis of things, and the conversation grew from that.”“His things? His sex toys?” I quizzed.“Yes. He was embarrassed and apologized profusely,” she went on. “I assured him that it was quite all right, that it wasn’t the first time I had run into such.”“But how did it go from his stuff to asking you for sex? And that led to you asking me-”“No, that was almost three years ago,” she laughed. “Since then he has sent flowers to my shop as part of his apology, then yesterday stopped by to ask about me doing some more work. In the conversation, I remarked about that, and one thing led to another, and-”“And now let’s fuck,” I interjected.“Harry, your language. If you don’t want to, he’s fine with that, I will still have his contract for more work.”“I see,” I said. I felt as if I had no control over what was unfolding in the kitchen that night.“Think about it,” she quipped. “There’s no rush.” Chapter 1 It was slightly more than a week later that I finally said anything, and then all I did was walk up to her and said, “Okay.”“Okay, what?” she asked.“I’m okay with us doing that sex thing.”“Let me think about it,” she replied after a brief pause.A couple of days later she came back and asked me, “Are you sure you are going to be alright with me having sex with someone else?”I assured her I was sure, and after a brief pause, where I’m sure she weighed it over in her mind, she said, “Okay.” We hugged and engaged in a passionate kiss; as we broke she told me that she wanted to do the planning, and was I okay with that. Naturally, I agreed.Over the next two weeks, she got everything set almanbahis yeni giriş up. He was coming for dinner and as such, she planned the menu, bought the foods, and set up the guest room. I liked the idea of things going on here, as it made me feel a little bit more comfortable. But at the same time, I wasn’t at all thrilled that some stranger was going to have sex with my wife. Yet, as time passed and her plans took shape, like hers, my excitement grew. I didn’t tell her, but within me also grew a silent dread. My mind began to worry about the what-ifs.About three weeks into the planning, her friend began to call her here at home. She would sit there next to me on her cell phone chatting away with him. At first, these conversations at bothered me, but the conversations often ended with us making love, so the bother quickly passed. About a week prior, our daughter asked about the groceries and clothes shopping, and my wife gave her an answer that seemed to work. She was meticulous in her preparations, but I was not prepared for what she had in store for me the afternoon of the appointed day.On the afternoon of Friday, May 21, as the meal was roasting, simmering, and chilling, we got ourselves ready. First, we gave each other an enema, then we took a showering together. Containing our nervous excitement, we washed each other, pausing to hug or kiss at times. Lovingly, I ran the soap over her firm smooth body. She verbally chastised me when I took too long in the fold of skin under her 40DD breasts, and between the lips of her gloryland. In both cases, as when I looked into her brown eyes, I tried not to think of what the evening almanbahis giriş would hold. I kept my thoughts on her body, the joy we had shared and would continue to after this night was over.While in the shower she shaved my body. I never liked pubic hair, and had laser hair removal of it from my butt, armpits, and face, but now from my arms, chest, back, and legs I was completely hairless. After drying each other off, I combed her long platinum blonde hair, and then we did each other’s nails. As I did her toenails I would look at her hair-covered pubic mound and tried not to think of what was to go on, only that I wished she would shave.To this point, I was comfortable with it all, but after we left the master bath and returned to our bedroom, she threw a curve.“I said for you to put these clothes on,” she repeated, pointing at the items she had placed on the bed next to me.“A dress?”“Yes, along with the slip, bra, nylons, and heels,” she said, as she handed me a brand new pair of blue, white lace panties. “Then after you’ve dressed I’ll do your makeup.”“Makeup?”“Yes, I got you your own makeup kit,” she said with pride. “Tonight you are going to look pretty.”“Kit? Are you planning on doing this again?” It felt like my knees were going to buckle when I stood to pull up my underwear.“If we find it fun,” she replied, as she handed me my new bra.“Where did you get all of this?” I asked as I worked to put it on.“The breast prosthesis in your bra came from a store that specializes in that, the rest came from Lane Bryant,” she replied. “The clerk was very helpful. I got a lot of it together and when she saw that it was a bit big for me, she asked if it ‘was for your husband?’ I said yes.”“What!” I shouted.“It was perfectly alright, as she told me a number of women come in for this for their husbands, and some bring their husbands with them, so be glad that I didn’t take you.”

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