Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... orgasm began to crash over me. It was such a relief not to have to be quiet. I screamed as I came, clutching at the sheets desperately with my off hand. Rather than a subdued release of pent up energy, I kept working my clit and my orgasms came in waves.

"Oh god! Oh, god! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck! Yes!"

I woke up horny again in the middle of the night, and again got myself off. Again, I made him watch with no relief for his hard-on. I did the same thing in the morning.

I was still uncertain. I still was put off by the idea of "cuckolding" my husband. He had explained it was not cheating since he knew and encouraged it. Uh-huh.

But this new freedom to cum whenever I wanted with a "fuck you" attitude about his needs was incredibly empowering. Especially after several years of the opposite.

Late the next day something clicked. He had shown me a website about chastity devices he was obviously familiar with. With such detailed fantasies, he had to be looking at porn, right? I was not yet buying that all of this was strictly about seeing to my needs. My husband was apparently a pervert.

I strode into the living room where he sat watching television.

"Give me your phone." Calm, almost deadpan.

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Um... what?"

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING PHONE."

He trembled a bit as he handed it over.

"Unlock it."

He did so. I sat in the recliner across from him and began to go through his phone. He got up to leave, but I pointed ...

... him back to his seat in case I had questions.

I tried not to let it show on my expression, but I was thrilled there were no texts to any women I did not know, no illicit emails or phone numbers. He was not cheating on me. If he was, he was too smart to leave evidence.

When I got to his photos and his browsing history, any idea that he was too smart to leave evidence evaporated. Hundreds of "dirty" photos and a long list of porn sites in his browser, some saved as favorites.

I glared at him and he seemed to shrink into the couch.

I am pretty tech savvy, and this obviously was going to take a lot of time to investigate and research. I copied all of his photos and history and sent them to myself.

I wanted to ask whether he had always been a disgusting little pervert or if it was only because I was not good enough. I was angry. But I also wanted to know more about his proclivities before I reacted. So I stuck to business. "I have your pics and browser history. Is there anything I am missing? Do not lie to me."

He directed me to a file folder with his favorite stories, saying that was likely the most important thing. I copied that also, then tossed his phone back at him.

"It will obviously take me a while to get through all of that. Do not bring it up until I say so. If I ask questions, answer only the question asked."

It did take me awhile. I spent a couple of weeks looking at the videos he had saved, the websites about cuckold and chastity lifestyles, and ...