Some context – my husband and I have been married for 7 years, and our sex life has always been decent. We fuck once or twice a week; he makes me cum most of the time; and he usually lasts long enough to get the job done (although just barely). An average session goes for 10-15 minutes, after which we kiss and cuddle and chat. I grew up in a deeply religious community where I was basically shamed into not having sex (oral or otherwise) until marriage, so my husband was my first. I’d also never learned to masturbate (same reason), so he was my first orgasm, too. We love each other deeply, and we’re very open and honest with each other.

A few years into our marriage, he comes out with it. He’s been watching cuckold porn. And he wonders if I might like to watch some with him.

So I do. With some hesitation and a little nervousness (I pretty much never watch porn on my own anyway). And……….it’s not a total turnoff. I’m confused as to why the husbands in the videos allow, much less enjoy, their wives to fuck around, but I have to admit, it’s kinda hot. It’s ESPECIALLY hot seeing how much my own husband enjoys the idea.

We start incorporating dirty talk into our two-a-week-or-fewer sessions. One night, I start things off by telling him his cock feels particularly small inside me – he cums almost instantly. A few days later, I ask “Is it in yet?” And when he answers yes, I respond with “Aww, I’m sure you’re doing your best.” I was particularly proud of that one. And again, he didn’t last more than thirty seconds.

I found myself discovering a dominant side I never knew existed. A side that wanted my husband to gaze up at me, in awe, knowing he didn’t deserve me. A side that wanted absolute power over him. The thought sent shivers up and down my body.

Well, as I’m sure everybody has guessed by now, we eventually got around to the topic of making all this fantasizing and dirty talk a reality. Over the next few months we talked it out, laid out boundaries, discussed likes/dislikes, addressed concerns, etc. I did NOT want to meet some anonymous bull in a hotel room, fuck, and then never see or speak to each other again. I wanted to find someone I could chat with, hit it off with, get to know, and THEN sleep with.

With that goal in mind, we hit the apps. It was a deluge. I’m 36 and curvy, and I like to think I can still get a guy’s heart pounding when I want to. The pictures we took for my profiles didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. We received over 80 messages in the first few hours on one app alone.

Eventually, we began talking to a guy I’ll call Ray. He was 38, fit, handsome in his pictures (slight beard, tatted head to toe, casually stylish). And he was genuinely fun to chat with! I found myself laughing out loud at some of the messages we exchanged. And when we began to discuss fantasies, being honest with him felt comfortable and natural. I let him know we were new to all this, that we were still exploring, and he quickly reassured me that he was low-pressure. He’d been playing with hotwife and cuckold couples for years, and he knew the ropes, including ways of gently introducing newbies to all the fun that might await them.

My husband asked if I wanted to meet him. I was so nervous I almost said no. The thought of going on a DATE for the first time in eight years, much less a date with the added pressure of perhaps sleeping with the guy, and soon, made my stomach do a flip.

But on the other hand, the thought of taking my clothes off for Ray, seeing him look me up and down and smile, feeling his lips press against mine, and knowing my husband couldn’t do a thing to stop me…..WHEW. It was enough to get me past all the hesitation.

The evening came. We picked a local brewery. Ray got there first and found us a table. I walked in, he stood up, and – whoa – he was tall! He must have been 6’3, 6’4, to my husband’s 5’11. I hadn’t realized what a difference it would make. We hugged, and as he wrapped his arms around me, I realized Ray probably knew his way around the gym. It was like hugging a warm, sexy oak tree.

We chatted; we drank; we got to know each other. Before I knew it, my nerves melted and I was relaxed. On our second beer, I started to open up and talk about myself, my husband, our marriage, our sex life. Ray listened patiently. Somewhere along the way, his hand found mine.

He told me he’d been with couples like us before, where one or both partners had been pretty sheltered before their union. He said he enjoyed showing a wife what she’d been missing, and, if a couple were open to it, he enjoyed gently rubbing that fact in the husband’s face. I asked what he meant by that – he said he’d done everything from sending humiliating texts to a husband (“your wife will never feel you again,” etc), to having a husband in the room, caged, wearing a leash and collar, with the other end of the leash in the wife’s hand. I blushed at the thought – but a part of me got VERY turned on.

Eventually, Ray asked me if I were ready to leave. We’d planned this part in advance: if we felt like we were hitting it off, I would ask him back to my place, where we’d FaceTime my husband so he could be part of the action. He was parked in his car around the block, close enough to rescue me if things got awkward and I needed an out. But judging from my time with Ray so far, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be needing it.

Ray and I walked out to the parking lot together. Before I could walk away to my car, he asked me if I minded a kiss. My face must have screamed “please do,” because he tugged me gently towards him. My head tilted back. And oh. My god. He was an incredible kisser. Gave me just enough to leave my head spinning, desperately wanting more. He pulled away and smiled at me. “See you in a second,” he said.

“You can follow me to my place,” I said, feeling shellshocked in the best way.

We walked into my house together, his hand pressed against the small of my back. We collapsed on the couch together and started kissing immediately. He felt huge and firm against my body. My husband, by contrast, had never been much of a gym-goer, which was something I hadn’t really thought I cared about. Now, with a mix of emotions, I realized I DID care. This man, leaning into me, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling my head back to meet him, this was GOOD. This was something I had truly never experienced, not this intensely.

I called my husband on FaceTime like we’d discussed. And, as we discussed, he left his camera pointed away and said nothing.

Ray picked up the phone and addressed my husband. All he said was, “let me show you something,” with perfect confidence and a slight smile. And he carried the phone into the bedroom, with me following close behind.

Ray set the phone down on the nightstand, leaned against a lamp so that its wide-angle camera lens could take in the entire bed.

I began doing what I had desperately wanted to do the moment we’d walked in: I tore Ray’s clothes off. His shirt came off first, revealing a perfectly sculpted body, lean and tight and wrapped in veins, tattoos tracing the contours of his chest. I kissed my way down his skin and unbuttoned his jeans, tugged them off –

Um. What the fuck was THAT in this man’s boxers?? It was a bulge the size of two rolled-up socks. I must have had a shocked expression on my face, because I heard him chuckle. “Go ahead,” he said.

I pulled his boxers down.

Holy shit. His cock was easily twice as long as my husband’s and maybe three times as thick. My husband was an average 5″, maybe 5.5″ on a good day. Ray’s cock swayed under its own weight, already 9″ long and growing, bumped against his thigh gently as I got his boxers all the way off. It was as thick as my wrist, perfectly smooth. I wrapped one hand around the base – my fingers couldn’t even meet all the way round it. And (for some reason I found this incredibly sexy) it was HEAVY.

I decided then and there that size mattered. I wondered what this monster would feel like in my mouth. And I desperately wanted to know what it would feel like in my (already soaked) pussy.

I sucked Ray’s cock like my life depended on it. He sat down on the bed and spread his legs so I could gain easy access. I tried desperately to fit the head down my throat, but it was just too thick.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ray pick up the phone and aim it at me. “Watch,” he instructed my husband.

I sucked his cock even harder, spat on it, wrapped both hands around it. Drool dripped down my chin. I felt my eyes begin tearing up. What was happening to me??? I was never like this with my husband!

At some point, Ray grabbed my hand and tugged me to my feet. My clothes were off before I even knew what was happening. I wanted this man inside me, and I wanted it NOW. I watched his eyes take in my curves, my big soft tits and my thick waist.

He pushed me backwards onto the bed and spread my legs effortlessly. Then he climbed on top, bent down, kissed me hard, and pushed his cock into me an inch at a time.

Finally, with a gentle shove, he plunged the whole thing in.

I came immediately. The orgasm almost split me in half, made my legs shake and my arms grip his back. I was shocked – I NEVER came this fast with my husband. It rarely happened with penis-in-vagina intercourse, and when it did, it felt like a gentle wave, not this bolt of lightning out of the blue.

But Ray’s cock just felt DIFFERENT. I felt deeply and completely filled, in a way I’d truly never experienced before.

Then he started fucking me.

It’s a little bit tricky to find the right words to describe how different it felt from sex with my husband. It feels almost dishonest to use the same word – “sex” – to describe both experiences. I had orgasm after orgasm, rolling over me like tidal waves. My pussy GUSHED, and at some point I looked down and realized I was creaming on his cock – I’d only ever seen that happen in porn; I’d never known I could do it myself!

It seemed endless. Wave after crashing wave of pleasure. I dug my fingers into Ray’s back and held on for dear life. He kissed me deep and hard. I caressed him. I bit his shoulder.

And then I squirted for the first time. It was an orgasm like I’d never experienced one before, white hot and fiercely present. My whole body bucked and spasmed, and my pussy gushed like a fire hydrant, soaking Ray’s torso and the base of his cock, then dripping down onto the bed.

He felt it, looked down, and smiled at me.

“Well that’s promising,” he said. “I’m gonna start really fucking you now, ok?”

My brain said – wait, what?!

But before I could really react, he started fulfilling his promise. His body slammed into mine with enough force to send the headboard slamming into the drywall. It was yet another brand new level of pleasure, pleasure I had never imagined was possible. I squirted again almost immediately. And then again. And again. And again.

We kissed for what felt like ages, and no time at all. I covered his chest and shoulders in kisses. My hands explored every inch of him.

At some point he picked me up, flipped me over on to my hands and knees, grabbed a handful of my hair, and fucked me from behind. I began losing track of my orgasms, although they never lost any of their intensity. Any ONE of these orgasms was stronger than the best I’d ever had with my husband.

He lay down and let me ride him. I found that if I angled my body just right, his cock would hit some deep pleasure spot with every thrust, giving me what felt like a continuous orgasm that seemed to go on and on for minutes at a time. He reached up and wiped away a tear – an actual tear – from my face as I came yet again. I bent down and kissed him, then whispered “holy fucking shit” in his ear. He just chuckled.

What seemed like hours later, he said, “I’m going to cum now. Where do you want it?”

“On my boobs,” I said.

He knelt over me while I pressed my boobs together with one arm and fingered myself with the other. His cock looked absolutely enormous hanging over me, and I could see my squirt and cream covering its thick shaft.

He finally came on my tits, absolutely covered them, and my chin, and most of my stomach.

Then he collapsed next to me.

We lay there in silence for a moment, just smiling at each other.

Finally I found a small towel and cleaned myself up, then him.

We lay next to each other in the lamplight for about half an hour, kissing gently, touching each other, and chatting. My head was absolutely SPINNING with the truth of what I had just experienced. The reality of what my body was capable of.

Eventually his kisses grew stronger, and I felt his cock stiffen under my hand. We started up again.

At some point, it’s tough to describe exactly what happened, because it’s all a blur in my memory, and it was really just more of the same. More life-changing orgasms. More intensely passionate kisses.

It lasted another hour, but I still found myself almost disappointed when he came, this time covering my ass.

We cuddled and made out a while longer, but this time I knew there probably wouldn’t be a round three. We’d walked into my house at 11:00PM; it was now 1:30 in the morning. He had work the next day. We both needed to rest.

Eventually he got up and we both put our clothes on. I showed him to the door. We kissed one last time for the road. And he drove away.

I walked back into the bedroom and hung up the FaceTime call; this was my husband’s signal to come home.

Pretty soon he walked in through the front door and I kissed him, aware that my chin had very recently been covered in Ray’s cum. I could tell he was incredibly turned on by all this. He had a glazed look in his eyes, and his hands were everywhere, cupping my boobs, grabbing my ass, pulling me close. I felt his soft dad bod. His sloping shoulders. The small lump of his cock through his jeans.

You could not find two more different men if you’d tried.

He tried to “reclaim” me, he really did. But the moment he put his cock inside me (from behind), I actually laughed.

“You feel loose,” he said.

“Honestly, you feel like you’re not even there,” I replied.

It wasn’t dirty talk. It was just TRUE. I realized I really had no desire whatsoever to fuck this man. What was the point? The pleasure he gave me – it was hilarious in comparison to what I’d just experienced. I was literally feeling next to nothing.

I knelt forward and let his cock fall out of me. Then turned around and pushed him over backwards onto the bed. I crawled on top of him, but not to ride him. I shoved my boobs in his face and instructed him to jerk off until he came.

He came instantly, on the spot, without thrusting even once.

The sight of him lying there, gasping, covered in his own cum – that DID give me pleasure, a wave of it, almost like an orgasm but not quite. I realized we absolutely could have a satisfying sex life, but that it was about to change, a LOT.

We lay next to each other. And for the first time, I felt a little bit conflicted. Had I enjoyed fucking Ray too much? Would I find myself irresistibly drawn to a man who could make me feel the way he had, and away from a man who plainly couldn’t?

But (and cuckold wives, back me up here) somehow I knew right away that this was a hollow fear. I loved my husband in that moment as much as I ever had. There was a newness to that love, an honesty to it – the certain knowledge that I would fuck Ray again and other men like him, that my husband would always be an inferior in the bedroom, inferior to the men I slept with and inferior to me, and that this was ok.

That first meeting with Ray was a year and a half ago – we had embarked on a number of adventures since! If everybody enjoys this story, I might post a new one soon, who knows? 🙂