27 comments/ 30309 views/ 35 favorites Three Weeks in Texas By: deborahsue Time in a marriage, just like any relationship I would suppose, creates change. Each partner in the marriage changes in greater and lesser extents in a whole variety of ways. One partner may gain weight, another may get on a health kick. Or a career may take off or you might have a baby, which changes everybody. Well, my husband and I have changed a lot in the past 20 years of our marriage, but one thing remains a constant: We love each-other, all-be-it in a more profound and intimate way than most other couples. So when I tell you that my husband and I are in a cuckolding relationship this might be a surprise to you. You might ask yourself, how can a man and a woman be in a committed relationship if the wife is having sex with other men? Commitment is not exclusive to all things and in all ways. For example, Mark, my husband, is a committed, die-hard Miami Dolphins fan. But at the same time he will root for one team or another in the Super Bowl if the Dolphins are not playing. He is committed to the Dolphins, but he will still pick one team over another depending on the circumstances. So when I tell you that I am committed to my marriage, and to Mark in particular, please do not be surprised when I also say that from time to time I "root" for the other team. The key to my cuckolding relationship with Mark is an openness, a frankness about us as forward facing teammates in the game of life and the need, from time to time, to substitute quarterbacks every now and then. Honesty, as is true for just about everything, is the best policy. When Mark and I first met I found him to be the most handsome, smartest, funniest guy I had ever met. But at the time I was just coming off of a 9 year broken marriage that had ended bitterly. Thankfully, Mark was very patient with the circumstances, which told me a lot about him as a man. We met frequently at a country/western bar where there was dancing, and for 6 months I refused to go out on a date with him. I was a little concerned about actually dating Mark because he is 8 years younger than I am, but I have to admit that I was very attracted to him back then and am more so now, 21 years later. Mark was kind, patient and gentle, all things women are fond of saying they desire in a man. But he is also very ambitious, which I am equally attracted to. Mark is the IT Director of a medium sized nonprofit that services the physically and intellectually disabled. He is kind, generous with his time and talents, compassionate to a fault. Mark loves deeply, and even though he has little or no talent to write his feelings down, he does enjoy leaving me little notes from time to time to tell me that he is thinking about me. I love this, it comforts me. And even though I haven't a clue how he does what he does, Mark still enjoys telling me about his day and his accomplishments, which in turn gives me confidence that we will be okay. As for me, I am a nurse by trade. And because I am a nurse I have these small sexual peccadilloes. To this day I think I'm a bit strange in the things I like sexually. For example, I am sexually stimulated by the more clinical words for certain things than I am about their more vulgar alternatives. Mark once told me that the words I use have become sexual trigger words for him and that they immediately give him a sexual mental stimulation that he can't avoid. So, when I thought about this, I found that I too had the same stimulation. Odd, since most people seem to prefer the vulgarities. Penis and vagina do nothing for us. In fact, I really don't like using them, but when I am with a patient and need to discuss anatomy with them I don't have much of a choice in the matter. But other things; testicles, ejaculation, sperm and such words give me a strong sexual thrill. I know, kind of weird, but I like them. For me, I particularly like testicles, ejaculation and sperm because of the overtly sexual nature of those words. Testicles produce and store sperm. Ejaculation means the expulsion of the sperm. These things are by necessity sexual in nature, thus making me think of sexual things. Mark once told me he gets a thrill out of those words for much the same reason, and so I use them with great relish and abandon. Anyway, soon after we started dating we also began our sexual relationship. Early on I had noticed a potential problem between the two of us. You see, Mark has a pretty small dick. Not to be vulgar or humiliating to Mark, but I believe you have a right to know, so I will be upfront and tell you that Mark's dick is just 4 inches long (maybe just a bit smaller actually, but I want to be generous to him). I had never thought of myself as a 'size queen' in any formal way, but in my high school years, dating other men from time to time, as well as my ex-husband, I had come to expect certain things in a man, not really realizing that there were such great differences in a male's anatomy, even though having gone through nursing school. Before Mark I had been with and had sex with 6 men, including my ex-husband, and I guess I had been hitting the jackpot with men in the dick department. I guess you could say that I was naive when I tell you that I did not realize that some men were big while others were small. Now, to be sure, I never said a word to Mark about his small dick and besides, he certainly was my best lover to date as well as the most interested in my own pleasure, so I thought I had no reason to say anything and I also bought in to the stereotypical crap of not being honest with a man who has a small dick. But when I was being honest with myself I was forced to admit to being a little disappointed about the size of his dick, though not so disappointed to not marry Mark and make a life with him. Three Weeks in Texas I looked over to Mark to see his reaction and found his mouth agape, in literal shock at where this conversation was going. I got such a thrill from this, I never knew I had it in me to be this way, this forward. "Yeah, I too much prefer the large éclairs over the small cannoli's any day." Margaret told me. "Besides the satisfaction you get from the large éclairs, there is also the visual aspect. A large éclair is much more satisfactory to look at wouldn't you say Deborah?" "Most definitely" I told Margaret, "how could you not want to look at a large éclair." Turning to Mark Margaret asked, "How about you Mark, do you too enjoy looking at a large éclair over a small cannoli?" I thought Mark would end up spitting out his drink he was so shocked at the direction of this conversation. "Yes, any man can tell that a woman would much prefer a large éclair over a small cannoli any day." Mark told her. "And yet, you do have the small cannoli, don't you." At this I actually got upset and was going to come to Mark's defense, but Mark beat me to it. "Yes Margaret, I most definitely do have the small cannoli. This is why I told Deborah that she deserved the large éclair, and I loved watching her devour it." Mark said with a heavy, throaty lust. I just looked at Mark and could easily see the heat in his eyes, the pure, raw desire. Margaret laughed, "I knew you were the small cannoli type but I must say, it takes a very special man to be willing, and able, to be so up front about and bold with such things." Looking over at me Margaret said, "I envy you your husband and his boldness. You are a very lucky woman." Mollified, I smiled at Margaret and said, "Yes, I know and love him dearly because of it." Sensing the end of the fun Margaret gave us her business card and told us that we were welcome to come back to her restaurant on any day that she was here and that she would make dinner for us. And if we wanted, she would be happy to host us at her home and we could enjoy dinner with her and her husband. That night Mark and I made very passionate and heated love. My sexual thermostat was turned all the way up and I felt like I would burst when my orgasm came, lathering my sweet pussy juices all over Mark's face and tongue. Three Weeks in Texas "Really?" I asked, "I couldn't imagine a man getting off on that." "You see Deborah, it is like this. " Margaret continued, "Women have different needs, different desires, different things that make them lust for a man. For some it is watching their man fuck another woman, and they have different reasons why they get off on that. For other women they get off on having their husbands watching them being pleasured by another man. For me and Jim, we get off on watching other couples having sex in front of us. We are voyeurs and that is what we like. So I host these parties for couples who want to play. And I know that you and Mark like to play as well by what you asked for at my restaurant." "What did they ask for?" asked Sarah, curious. "No –" I started, interrupted. "Deborah asked for a dessert that was big and Mark asked for a small one." Margaret laughed, "In effect telling me that Deborah was wanting a big cock and Mark only has a small dick. So naturally I thought of you ladies." All the other ladies seemed to have loved this and were laughing and joking about our bravado in Margaret's restaurant. Everybody except me. I was lost in thought and confused. "Here's the deal Deborah." Margaret said, "Jason has a big cock and so does Troy, if you didn't already notice." "I have noticed." I blushed. "Kimberly and Laura enjoy watching their men with other women. And believe me, Jason and Troy enjoy it too." We all laughed at that, of course the men would love fucking other women. "And while Tim doesn't have a small dick like Mark does, Tim gets off on watching Sarah taking a big cock. So it is a win-win for all involved. Everybody gets to enjoy that which they like and fantasize about and we women get to have a lot fun as well." "How big are these guys?" I asked, intrigued. Laughing, Laura said "Troy is 7 ½ inches and thick too. He is also very skilled with his tongue." Kimberly, with pride and her chin up said "Jason has 8 ¼ inches and he knows how to use it as well. He knows how to fuck and loves pleasuring women with it." I couldn't help it, my pussy got wet at the thought of that, at the remembrances of my previous lover's before Mark. I was so excited that I feared the other ladies would take note. "Deborah, you're flushed. Are you wet now at the thought of a big cock?" asked Margaret with a sly grin. I couldn't help myself and did not see the use in lying to them, "Yes, I am wet at the thought of it." "I thought so," said Sarah, "I noticed your frustration early on. There is nothing wrong with you Deborah, you just have needs exactly like every other woman out there. No different, no worse, just a need is all. I am only guessing now, but I would surmise that you have been with at least one man who has had a big cock, am I right?" "Actually," I said, "every man except my husband has been rather large. Not that I was looking for men with big cocks." I quickly added. "Until Mark I had no idea that a man's penis could be smaller than 7 inches." "Hum, worse than I thought." remarked Sarah, "How long have you been married?" "We celebrated our 10th anniversary last month and this trip is a sort of anniversary present to ourselves." "So you have done very well to go this long." Margaret said, "Most women in your position would have cheated on her husband at least once by now and I don't think that is true in your case. But I can also see the frustration in your eyes, and if I had to guess you have been thinking of your prior lovers more and more over the years." "I'm ashamed to admit, but yes I have. Not because I miss them or wish that I was still with them." I pleaded. "Of course not Deborah. We can all see the love that you and Mark have for each-other. That isn't the problem, at least as I see it." said Sarah. "Rather, it is more of a raw, animal need that you feel deep in your bones. The issue isn't the fulfillment you get from your relationship with Mark. The issue is the feminine need you have for fullness, sexual fullness. The kind of sexual fulfillment you can get only from having sex with a man who has a big cock. This is not a problem with you as a woman, or even with your anatomy, or even a problem with you psyche'. If I can be blunt Deborah, your pussy is telling your brain that she needs more than what Mark is giving you. Otherwise you wouldn't have been playing with Mark so brazenly in Margaret's restaurant." "Maybe you're right, I don't know." I said more than a little confused, "I'll have to give this some serious thought." "As you are thinking about this Deborah I want you to consider one more thing," Margaret encouraged, "If I am reading Mark correctly, and I'm guessing that I am, I think he is wanting this as well. Meaning that he is sensing your needs and desires. I think this is why he was playing along so readily at the restaurant. So if I were a betting woman I'd say that he would gladly let you enjoy another man. But I'm also thinking that he would be the type who would insist on being a part of your pleasure, in one way or another. Much like Sarah's Tim does. You see, Tim loves to see a big cock thrusting deep inside Sarah as much as Sarah loves to receive the big cock." "Tim actually likes that?" I asked, truly shocked. Laughing Sarah said, "Oh, you have NO idea. Tim will sit on a chair, or on the edge of the bed, watching my pussy getting plundered like it so richly deserves. He will sit, watch and masturbate himself the whole time. And when my lover and I are reaching orgasm he will ejaculate at the same time, giving us all a thrill. And I must admit, it is quite stimulating for me to be feeling a big cock deep inside me and to look over at Tim and see him watching me having sex with another man, so rapturous, so excited, so lustful, with his mouth open and his eyes glued onto my pussy and the big cock that is thrusting so deep into his wife. So I get double the pleasure, a big cock and a happy husband. What can be better than that?" "I don't know," I told Margaret, "I'll definitely think about all this, but I really don't think Mark would be into this at all." Shortly there-after Mark and I left Margaret and our new friends. I remained quiet the whole trip back to our hotel some 20 minutes away. Mark kept looking at me with a curious expression, but I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. In fact, I didn't know if I ever would tell him about the conversation I had with the ladies in the kitchen. But I was going to be giving this some thought none-the-less. Three Weeks in Texas After I had my release and my pussy calmed down I asked Mark why he stopped masturbating right when I was having my orgasm. "Because Deborah," Mark breathlessly said, "I want to remain excited and to keep the sexual tension between us heightened." "But," I pouted, "I wanted to watch your dick ejaculate. You know how much I love seeing your sperm pumping and flowing out of your dick." "Yes, I am well aware of how you love to see that Deborah." Mark said, "But I need to keep my sexual tension at a heightened level for what is about to come." "What do you mean?" I asked, wondering what Mark had in mind for us. "I am going to call Margaret and let her know we agreed to you having sex with Jason." Mark said. "So I need to keep myself in a sexually aroused state of mind so that I can enjoy watching you being pleasured as much as possible. I don't want this ruined because I was in a sexually weakened state." "Wait, are you telling me that you are agreeing to me fucking another man?" I asked, more excitedly than I had intended. "We haven't come to any consensus on this yet." "Deborah," Mark was pleading, "look at the powerful orgasm you just had just thinking about doing this. You know that I have noticed your need. I know you have. You know how much I want to see you fully satisfied with your life with me. This is why I started talking to you about my small dick all the way back to the beginning of our relationship. It is not a surprise to me that you have this need, this desire. I am not surprised at all about it. In fact, I welcome your need, your desire. I welcome it because I have the same need and desire. "I am not stupid Deborah," Mark continued, "I too have needs, desires and fantasies, and I can easily see your needs, the need to be filled. I love you with all of my heart and would do anything, ANYTHING, to see to it that you have a fulfilled life with me in all ways. Especially sexually. The intimacy we have, the honesty and frankness are very important to me. But we also must be honest and open with ourselves, with our own desires and needs. Otherwise we are the worst of liars, the one who lies to themselves. My need, my desire, is to see you sexually fulfilled. And if that means you having sex with another man then count me in." I was dumbfounded. I had no idea I was this transparent to Mark. I had no idea that he could see so completely through me. I wondered what clues I had been giving him that told him that I was wanting more in the bedroom. I wondered how he figured this out about me, something buried so deep inside me that I could barely find it myself. I am a terrible wife, I thought to myself. I have given my husband the idea that his small dick doesn't satisfy me sexually. It may be true that his small dick doesn't pleasure me like my previous lover's big cocks did, but there is more to a satisfying sexual encounter than the raw explosion of sexual heat than an earth-shattering orgasm. There is love, there is desire and there is loyalty to consider. But again, my naughty self had to point out to me, Yes, it is true Deborah that there is more than a big cock that satisfies a woman's sexual needs. But a big cock does satisfy one particular, very important need doesn't it. Only a big cock can fill your pussy. Only a big cock can touch the deepest part of you. Only a big cock can stretch your pussy like you love so much. And unlike a big dildo, feeling the warmth of a man, his weight upon you, his breathe in your ear as he whispers to you about the pleasure you are giving to his big cock, a real man's passion and lust can be felt in his ejaculation. And you know how much pleasure you receive as you are feeling his sperm pumping and flowing deep inside your pussy. You know how much you love knowing that it is your pussy that has given him pleasure to the point of his ejaculation. Most of all, you know how much Mark gets off on your love of sperm. "I tell you what Mark," I said, "let me sleep on this overnight and we can talk about this again in the morning." Unbelievably it seemed that Mark was relieved. I think he was actually thankful that I was going to consider having sex with another man and this surprised me. But then something occurred to me. Is Mark wanting me to have sex with another man so that he can have sex with another woman? Does he have an ulterior motive, am I not satisfying him? "One last thing Mark, something that I must ask you." "Anything babe, you know that." Mark said. "Are you satisfied with our sex life? Are you satisfied with me as a woman?" I asked, a touch of dread in my voice. "I am almost satisfied Deborah." Mark declared. "It is every man's wish to completely satisfy his wife in all ways. We see it as our duty to see to our wives comfort, protection and enhancement. For the man who truly loves his wife he will deny her nothing that he himself can provide, and if he can't provide it then it is his duty to find somebody who can. That is how I see all of this Deborah. Simply stated, it brings me pleasure to see to you pleasured. It pleases me to see you pleased. I love you Deborah, I know your need and desire, I can feel it in every fiber of my being. I want this so badly because you need it just as badly. I can see nothing wrong with your needs and desires, it is only that I would want to be present to enjoy your pleasure and the satisfaction of your needs fulfilled." I was almost in tears hearing my husband's words. Knowing how vulnerable he was making himself to me. Essentially he was telling me that he knew he couldn't completely satisfy my sexual needs and desires, and while it was true that his small dick couldn't reach the deepest parts of me and fully satisfy me, I didn't want him to think that his small dick was a complete disappointment. "Yes Mark, you have a small dick," I encouraged him, "but your dick isn't the only thing I need to be pleasured, to be fully satisfied. You've got to understand that. There is more to a complete sexual encounter than a man's dick. But I have to ask, are you wanting this because you are wanting to have sex with another woman?" Mark seemed almost hurt by my question. I could tell that he had never even considered such a thing by his facial reaction and the pained look he had. "Absolutely not Deborah." Mark exclaimed. "What we are talking about here is not my needs per se, but yours. You satisfy my sexual needs Deborah in every way but one. And that one need happens to be something that we can both share but not experience together. I have no desire to be with another woman, but I do desire to see you with another man. When you were looking at the definition of a cuckold, what was the man's relationship to the woman?" "As I recall, the definition of a cuckold was a woman who had sex with other men with the man's complete knowledge and consent." I began. "And the man's relationship to the woman was fidelity. That he got his sexual enjoyment out of the encounter by observing his wife's pleasure and contentment. Do I have that correct?" "Yeah Deborah, that's right." Mark said with relief. "The man does not have sex with other women. He gets his pleasure by watching his wife being pleasured. A swinging relationship is where both partners have sex with others, but a cuckold relationship is one-way. The wife enjoys other men and the husband enjoys watching his wife enjoying other men. This is what I am seeking Deborah. I have no desire or need to be with another woman, but I do have a desire and need to see you pleasured by a man with a big cock. Just thinking about watching you excites and thrills me to my core." At this we lay down to sleep, but sleep came fitfully for me. By Mark's soft snoring I could tell that his mind was content, thus allowing him a peaceful rest. But my mind was racing, giving way to the violent thoughts of raw passion, exposed to my husband's eyes. When sleep finally came, I was dreaming of the possibilities. A faceless man, my legs opened wide, peering down my body and seeing the faceless man's big cock thrusting in and out of my open pussy. I dreamt of my husband whispering in my ear of his love for me, of the pleasure he was getting out of watching the faceless man's cock rhythmically pumping in and out of my pussy. My body in sync with the faceless man's thrusts, moving my hips in concert with his passion. And Mark holding my hand tight as I erupted in blissful orgasm. Three Weeks in Texas Stunned, I was speechless. I honestly did not know. I looked in the car and saw Mark sitting there listening to the radio and all of a sudden I was wondering if that was the case. Sure, he did that for me after HE had ejaculated, but I had no idea if he was secretly fantasizing about doing such an intimate thing with another man's sperm. "I honestly don't know Margaret." "Perhaps you should ask him Deborah. Tell me this, does he do that for you in the privacy of your own home?" Margaret asked. "Well," I said sheepishly, "yeah from time to time." "I thought so!" Margaret exclaimed. "That is so hot. I'll be betting that this is exactly what he has in mind. I'll go ahead and hang up now but when you find out for sure if this is his plan please send me a text so that I can better prepare Jason." "Before you go," pausing Margaret, "please tell me this. Has Jason ever done such a thing before? Sure, I know he has had sex with married women in front of their husbands, but has he ever had a husband go down on his wife after being with her?" "Damn Deborah, now you are getting me all excited." Margaret exclaimed. "Yes, I think he has done that before but I'm not sure. But I don't think it will be a problem for him either way. But still, he has a right to know what the plan is don't you think?" "Of course he does." I agreed, "One last thing if you don't mind. Just out of curiosity, does Jason have large ejaculations?" "Oh, you have no idea!" laughed Margaret. When Margaret hung up I waited outside the car for a few minutes thinking to myself, wondering if Mark was actually interested in doing this. For me personally, I get an intense thrill when Mark goes down on me after ejaculating. It proves to me his desire to pleasure me, and I have been known to hold off on my orgasm just so he would do this. But doing such a thing with another man is a completely different thing. Is this some kind of latent homosexual thing that I had never before considered? Does Mark have a type of sperm fetish as I do? Working up my courage I entered the car and took my seat. Mark just looked at me, curious as to what Margaret and I had talked about. For a minute I just looked at my hands in my lap. I did not know how to start, what to say. Thankfully Mark broke the uncomfortable silence, "Well, what did the two of you talk about?" Looking at Mark with new eyes I said, "She was wondering about your desire to have Jason hold off from ejaculating and why you wanted that." "Well," Mark stated matter-of-factly, and taking a deep breath, "because when he is finished I have every intention of picking up where he left off. I think it would be sexy as hell to go down on you and to see the sperm of another man in my beautiful wife's pussy. And, frankly, I know how much you enjoy it when I do that for us at home. Besides, I honestly can't think of a better way to prove to you that I approve of you having sex with a man who has a bigger cock than I have than by doing exactly this. And one more thing while we are on the subject. Just because he has had an orgasm and you have had an orgasm, doesn't mean I don't deserve to have an orgasm as well." Unbelievably, that actually made a lot of sense to me. When I thought about it, it made perfect sense. Going down on me after Jason's ejaculation was an excellent way to demonstrate his approval. At the thought of that my naughty self spoke up and said, He is also curious as to how your pussy will look after it has had a big cock in it. He wants to get a close up view of your open cunt and the sperm that is flowing out of it. I'm betting he will want to fuck you right after he eats your pussy to orgasm so that he can feel how open your pussy is after Jason's big cock has stretched you out. I'm also betting that he will want to know if you will be able to feel the difference between Jason's big cock and his small dick. I couldn't help myself, I looked at Mark as he was driving with an absolute kind of lust for him that I had never felt for any man before. What a strange and wonderful feeling. Knowing that your husband is desiring to see you having sex with another man. I was so excited that I forgot to text Margaret until an hour later. It was brief and to the point. "Yep, he wants to dine at the Y." I said. Margaret's response was even better, "Fuck, will the two of you allow Jim and I to watch? I have never seen someone do that before I'd totally get off on watching him do it." So I asked Mark and he said "Sure, that sounds naughty and exciting." Texting Margaret back I told her that Mark was agreeable. Margaret also told me that Jason hadn't had an ejaculation for 4 days already, so by the time we made it back to Austin where she lived Jason will have gone a full week without an ejaculation, so that he would be particularly horny and his testicles would be very full of sperm. I was thrilled at the thought of Jason being full of sperm and couldn't wait to see and feel his testicles. I was so turned on at that point that I wished that we would be meeting up with them that night. That evening Mark and I had sex again, and once again Mark refused to ejaculate for me, insisting that keeping him in a heightened state of arousal would be best for all concerned. I had to agree, especially when I remembered that the last time Mark had ejaculated was also 4 days ago and that by the time we met with Jason and the others that he will have gone a full week without ejaculating as well. I couldn't wait!