1. Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress


    Date: 3/12/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: bybelted and teased 

    My name is Grace. Trent and I have been married for about 4 years, happily. Or at least I thought so.

We had met in school and fell in love. A whirlwind romance, and within a year we were married. Other than some heavy petting with others, Trent had been my first lover, and as far as I was concerned, would be my last.

One night we were making love when things took a turn I had never expected. He had gone down on me briefly to make sure I was good and lubricated, then entered me and begun stroking in and out of me as he kissed my boobs.

He felt good. Trent has a nice dick, as far as I know. I had fondled a couple before we got married, and he seemed to be about the same as others. He did not have a monster like I had seen in the few porn videos we had looked at, but I figured those guys were freaks, or the film had been faked somehow.

I was just beginning to build towards an orgasm when his breathing became labored and he groaned. I felt his dick flare inside me and felt the warmth of his semen filling me.

He apologized... again... as his member deflated and fell from within me. I know it bothered him as much as it bothered me that he had never, not once, been able to give me an orgasm with his dick.

I knew what I was missing... or at least I thought I did. I am no prude. I masturbated when he was not around, I had some toys. I could cum like that... I just figured it was normal for guys not to last long enough to finish the job.

When I returned from ...
    ... cleaning myself up that night, I was surprised to find him still awake. Normally by the time I got back after he nutted, he had dropped off to sleep. Sometimes if I was really worked up, I would lay next to him and finish myself off as quietly as I could so as not to wake him.

But that night he was awake, and looked nervous. I crawled back under the covers, anxious about this change in routine, and a little disappointed he was not only unable to make me cum, but now was managing to block me from doing it myself.

I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice, to remain pleasant. "So, what's up?"

He stammered, "We, uh... I mean... can we... can we talk?"

Now I was even more anxious. Trent was normally a pretty confident guy, not prone to stuttering or hesitation. I was concerned whether this was going to be "the talk." Was he leaving me? Had he found someone else?

I answered, "Of course. What's up?"

I was completely floored by what he said. I just sat there, quiet, trying to maintain my composure and keep my poker face while he stuttered and stammered for the next several minutes.

He explained that it really bothered him that he could not make me cum when making love. He continued, interspersing his talking points by repeating how much he loved me.

He told me I deserved better. It took him a long time to get it out, but he finally managed to get out, "You sh-should... cuckold me so you can... c-c-cum the way you deserve..."

I was confused. What did a bird ...
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