14 comments/ 30141 views/ 16 favorites Just a Cuckold Fantasy? By: sincity001 This is my first ever submission - so go easy on me! My wife also added some female perspective to it. I will let you decide how much of it is true and how much our imagination. The Husband - Antony "Your cock is so small compared to every other man I have had inside me" she said as she wanked my cock slowly in her hands as we lay on the bed. "Look at it while I wank you, how small it looks, doesn't it? You try to satisfy me with it but it does not compare to having a nice big dick stretching my pussy. Take your friend Stephen for instance, I bet he has a lovely cock and I would love him to fuck me with it. Would you like to see that dear - your friend fucking me with his big cock while you sit and watch us as you wank that tiny thing? Tell me, would you like to see that? Do you want to see Stephen fuck me? Would that turn you on?" I didn't have to answer. We both had noticed how hard my cock was as a result of hearing my wife say such things. I knew that if she kept talking that way it would not be long before I would cum. I had no control over my cock when she was this way with me. So how had it come to this? Why does the thought of my wife fucking someone else turn me on so much? Actually, it's not even her fucking someone else – because I know she wouldn't actually do it, but rather it's her pretending that she would like to, that she describes what she would do, and that she wants me to watch them – it just turns me on so much – hearing her say such things and knowing that she is saying it for my benefit. It doesn't feel right and yet it feels so right, and it doesn't take many minutes on the internet to know I am not alone in this fantasy but having a wife willing to play along, all be it pretending to play along makes me just love her more. "Do you think Stephen finds me attractive?" she asked as she increased the pace of the stroking. "You know he does" I replied, "He can't keep his eyes off you, especially when you wear those tight t-shirts". This was true. He had told me how much he wanted to have her. My wife is petit but with great breasts and she sometimes showed off her cleavage to great affect which he found every opportunity to have a peak when he thought she wasn't looking. When she wore really tight fitting clothes it was even better – her breasts pressed against the material, her slim legs encased in tight jeans, or even better when she wore those short shorts – you get the idea. He told me he often jerked off thinking about her. Thinking about being able to hold her and touch her. Should that make me jealous or angry? It did neither, it just added to the fantasy, and besides I said much the same in response to him about his wife – it was a sort of conversation close buddies sometimes have about their spouses. The difference is that I tended just to say it about his wife to encourage him to say more about mine – which he frequently did. I don't particularly find his wife attractive, although to be fair she also has big breasts and likes to show them off, but she isn't in the same league as my wife – and I'm not just saying that. She is the type to get noticed by others, even without her realising it or wanting it. She can look good without effort but when she does do herself up, she is gorgeous. "Your cock is so hard, you are so turned on, but it is still so small. I can get my hand all the way around it. I want a cock that is bigger and better. I want Stephen's cock. Would you let me hold his big cock, wanking it – would he like that? Would he like me naked or in one of my nice tight outfits? Could I put his cock in my mouth and suck it – would you like to see that? I bet you would – the hardness of your cock tells me you would. Has it just got a bit harder because you are picturing us together? But most of all I need him to fuck me, to feel that big cock sliding inside me – that would be great. Would you let him do that for me? Please say yes, I want him to fuck me. Please". I wasn't going to last much longer. Her small delicate hand sliding up and down my small delicate cock. Hearing such things, just made my cock pulse and throb. Emotions all intertwined. Yes a bit of jealousy, but pleasure, fantasy, ecstasy, and a wife that turns me on so much. "You are so turned on with the thought of me and Stephen fucking. I can feel your little cock getting ready to cum soon. I want you to think about me as you cum. I want you to think about Stephen's big cock so deep inside of me – oh that would feel so good. He is going to cum too and you will watch him as he cums inside of me. Tell me, as you are about to cum, tell me that I really can fuck him, that you want me to. Tell me now – you are about to cum. I want him to really fuck me, tell me that you want me to." "Yes" I cry out as I cum in wave after wave of wonderful release. She milks every drop from me. God she is good at this. I am drained, tired and content. I give her a cuddle once I clean myself up then roll over and drift off to sleep. She rolls over to her side, but is not sleeping, but thinking. The wife - Jules Men are funny creatures. Some want to dominate everything and everyone but may not be capable of any of the important things like holding down a job and keeping on the straight and narrow, some are useless and weak at everything, and some like my husband are a strange mixture – good career, very well respected and liked, used to being in control in work and general family life, but in the bedroom is happy to let the woman take charge. That's fine with me. I prefer to decide when to have sex, otherwise we'd be having it all the time! In return it does mean that I have to play out this fantasy for him when I am wanking him off. I hated doing it at first but now it's more routine I've got used to it. I still don't think I am very good at it but I must admit I can tell that it really turns him on so I must be doing something right. Practice makes perfect as they say and it's a great way to make him cum quicker, especially when I add in something new to take it that bit further. It's strange that he wants me to say that that his cock is small. It's not that small, in fact it is fine – probably average. I do take every opportunity to humiliate his cock now that I am used to saying such things - and that took a while - but it's all for his benefit, not mine, although I do get a bit of a buzz when I can make his cock throb when I say something particularly naughty or humiliating. It's true that I have had bigger cocks inside me but you get used to whatever is available at the time. A bigger cock does feel nice to stroke up and down and to suck on but it's not something worth risking a marriage for, is it? However talking about Stephen like that did turn me on a little. My pussy did feel a little tingle. I think he may like me – we always have a little flirt with each other when we see one another, and he always compliments me on what I am wearing, especially if a bit of flesh is showing – there is no harm in that, and I know that if my husband saw it, it would only add to his fantasy. I wonder if he does have a big cock? I guess my husband would know as they went on holiday together as teenager's years ago and did some nude sunbathing. Thinking of which, our two families are going on holiday together soon, somewhere nice and hot. Maybe I should get a really sexy bikini to parade before the boys. Wouldn't it be funny if that gave Stephen a hard on – at least I could maybe tell what he really was packing down there. And if he "accidently" bumped into me and I felt it up against my body, well that would be his fault, not mine, wouldn't it? She smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep, thinking about the holiday to come. Her pussy wet and tingling at the prospect. To be continued? Just a Cuckold Fantasy? Pt. 02 The Husband - Antony The squash matches between Stephen and I were usually tight affairs that went a full five games, but occasionally when one or other of us were not up to our usual standard then they could be over quite quickly - as was the case this week. Which is why, as we had time, I went back to Stephen's house after the match for a quick cold beer - much needed to cool me down as the sweat dribbled down my flushed face and neck. We sat in his lounge on the sofa in sports shirt and shorts sipping the refreshing drinks as we discussed the game. We then moved on to talking about our upcoming holiday where our two families would be heading out to the southern states for a couple of weeks of sunshine. "So Teresa has been spending a fortune on clothes ready for this trip, I think she thinks we are going for a month, not two weeks," Stephen complained. "I must admit Jules has been quite good," I replied. "She has got a few things but has been looking for bargains." "Yes, but let's face it she looks good in most things - she doesn't need expensive clothes to show off that body," Stephen said with some envy in his voice. "If she was my wife, I'd just get her to wear as little as possible! In fact, she wouldn't need any clothes because she would be in bed with me all day fucking." "That is my wife you are talking about, you know!" I said with a big grin but I knew he would not stop and he knew it did not bother me to hear it. "At least tell me that she has got a sexy bikini to take on holiday - you know she looks great in a bikini. It's why I have to wear sunglasses when she is around in one so it's not so obvious that I am looking at that great rack of hers. I'm hoping I'll get lucky and she will need some sunscreen lotion put on her and I will be right there first in line. The thought of running my hands up and down that body, mmm," he tailed off deep in thought. "See, now look what has happened, just even thinking about it." He was looking down at his shorts. There was an unmistakable tent in them. He adjusted his shorts but it wasn't going away. "This is so uncomfortable, and it's your fault because you married that sexy bird who has now got me in this state - and these tight shorts are killing me." After some more rummaging around in his shorts, he apologised and said he had no choice and moved his shorts down his leg exposing a large and very hard cock. I wasn't sure where to look. Seeing his cock did nothing for me sexually, I'm not into men, so I was slightly concerned as to where this was heading. He wasn't stroking his cock but he was moving his fingers up and down against it, like slowly playing a piano, keeping himself hard. "What do you think Jules would do with this if she had the chance?" I didn't reply but I was starting to get a response from my cock as I thought about it. "This isn't going to go away," he said, "I'm going to have to jerk off to get rid of it. I don't suppose you have any naked photos of your wife to help me along?" I replied that I didn't have any photos like that, and that should have been the end of it, but something about him wanting to look at my wife that badly got to me and without thinking it through I got out my phone and found a photo that I knew he would like. It was Jules standing out in the sun in a tight top and short denim shorts - it was one of my favourite pictures of her. I handed the phone over. "Oh yes, that will do. She is so hot. I want to fuck her so bad." He gave his cock a couple of strokes whilst looking at it and then got up and made his way past me taking the phone with him to the bathroom. He returned some minutes later and handed back the phone. "That was great, I came really hard looking at that. I've transferred a copy of that photo to my phone. I hope you don't mind. I'll use it to jerk off to again later. Any chance of getting some other photos? Something a bit more revealing, perhaps?" I didn't commit to anything, but finished my beer and went to leave. "Thanks for the photo, you are a real mate. I'll do the same for you sometime," he said as I left him looking at it again. The Wife - Jules "You did what?" I asked as we got ready for bed. I had already heard Antony tell me what had happened earlier that night at Stephen's house but I wanted to get it straight in my head, as I was not sure what to think. "I want to discuss this some more. Get naked, and get into bed and come lay next to me and tell me again." He did as he was told, unsure whether he was in big trouble or not. I was not sure myself whether he was in trouble. Should I be angry or flattered, or both? "So he took his cock out in front of you and he was hard?" "Yes," he replied looking sheepish. "Describe it to me." He sighed, and eventually said. "It was longer than mine and looked bigger around as well. He had a big cock head that swelled as he got exited." I noticed Antony's cock start to rise as he told me. I put my hand around it and slowly stroked it. "Does it turn you on to talk about Stephen's cock?" He was fully hard by this point and I teased round his cock head making pre cum leak out. "No," he replied emphatically, "but it is a turn on that you are interested in hearing about it and making me tell you. He really does fancy you and he said he wants to fuck you." "With his big cock?" I asked. "Yes," he confirmed. "No, I want you to say it," I said firmly. I slowly pushed his hard cock down so his cock head was pointing more towards his feet. He likes it when I do it a little but to keep pushing it down and increasing the angle soon makes it uncomfortable for him. "I want you to say it," I repeated. Eventually when he could not bear to have his hard cock bent over any further he reluctantly repeated. "He wants to fuck you with his big cock." I smiled, having made him say that. I resumed wanking him. "And would you like to watch me get fucked with that big cock? After all you have seen it and I haven't. Do you think I would like it, to feel it going in and out of me as he fucked me with it?" "Yes." "No, I want you to say it," I prepared to push his cock down again but he had already learnt what he had to do. "Yes, I would like to watch him fuck you with his big cock and I think you would love it." I asked to see the picture that Stephen had wanked off to. I didn't particularly see why that one was so good when he showed me. I'm sure I could be sexier than that, but the thought of Stephen getting hard looking at it did make my pussy wet. "So if you took another photo of me, you would give it to Stephen and that would get him excited?" I enquired. He nodded, as I increased the pace on wanking his cock. "Do you want to give him another photo of me?" "Yes." I gave his cock a playful slap - something else he loves if it's not done too hard. This time it was a bit of a harder slap than usual - just to let him know that he wasn't off the hook yet with what he had done. "So you want him to wank his cock while looking at another picture of me? You are so dirty. So what sort of photo would it be - not that I am agreeing to do it - yet?" "I don't know - you naked, showing your big breasts?" I slapped his cock hard again. "I'm not having you show my breasts off to him as if I was a piece of meat. I would want something a bit more classy but sexy." After some thought, I continued, "I know, I could be naked but lying on my front, so you only see my back and bum, would that turn him on?" "I'm sure it would," he replied. His cock throbbed at the thought, confirming his answer. I climbed on top of him and lowered myself on his cock and started to ride him. He went to hold my breasts but I pushed his hands down by his side and put my legs either side of his arms so he couldn't move them. I was riding him and he was trapped. I leaned down to him, my breasts pressing against his chest, and bit his ear gently - another one on his list of turn ons. Then I whispered in his ear. "If you want me to let Stephen have another picture of me to wank off to, and if you want me to let you watch and let you play with your little cock while I fuck his big cock, you need to come in me now." He was thrusting up into me but it was difficult for him because he couldn't move his hands. "Come on baby, cum in me just like Stephen will with his big cock." He was breathing harder now, it would not be long. "I want Stephen's big cock inside me, but you need to cum now if you want me to let him fuck me." He exploded inside me. I leaned down again and kissed him gently and said, "Well done baby, maybe you will have your fantasy come true." From his expression it was as if I could see into his brain as that thought was digested - what bit of the fantasy, the photo, fucking him - both? Smiling, I left him thinking about that as I climbed off and went to the bathroom. I certainly wasn't going to fuck Stephen, although it was a turn on to think about it. My pussy wasn't just wet from the fucking I had just had but also from thinking about what had happened that night and what Stephen wanted to do to me. I wasn't sure about Stephen having a photo of me. He already had one, so I guess another one wouldn't matter, would it? Antony could take it and give it to him without telling him that I knew anything about their photo sharing scheme. That way I was innocent in all of this. I smiled as I pictured him stroking that big cock thinking about me. Okay I thought, I'll give him such a sexy picture he won't be able to keep his hands off that cock of his. To be continued?