Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... reading stories, lots of stories. I did ask him questions occasionally. He would answer, then try to discuss, and I would silence him. I was not ready for a deep conversation yet.

Most of the videos were five to twenty minutes, and were pretty cheesy. They normally were of a wimpy husband tied up while a guy with an impossibly large dick fucked "his wife."

"Is that what you want? It is obviously fake."

He answered hesitantly. "Yes and no. I fantasize about you actually having orgasms while I have to watch... but not that fake stuff. That is just what is available online, I guess."

I expanded my research beyond what he had looked at. I was amazed at how much of a lifestyle there was out there for cuckolding, swinging, male chastity. My research led me to something he had not explored... female led marriage. THAT really intrigued me. That actually excited me. It did not involve me dressing in leather and heels and being a dominatrix, which I considered comic. It just meant I would make the decisions, kind of reversing a normal dynamic.

After a lot of research, I still had doubt about what I should do. I happened to get a call from one of my friends, Candy. She wanted to meet for lunch to "catch up." This was fortuitous, as Candy was much more... experienced, than I am. She was single and... got around. I did not really want to spill all of my business out to her, but maybe I could get some perspective.

When we met for lunch, it soon became obvious that she ...

... had ulterior motives also. She began telling me all about a guy she had met who she was serious about. Something entirely new for her. She told me that Marvin reminded her a lot of Trent... she thought he was stable and would be a good provider, and he treated her like gold. She wanted my opinion.

I sighed, "Well, I may not be the best judge. Trent is not who I thought he was."

She became alarmed. "OMG, I'm sorry. Is he cheatin' on you?"

"No, no, nothing like that."

Before I could say more, she became angry, "That motherfucker better not be hittin' you!"

"NO! No, he would never..."

Now she just looked confused. My resolve to maintain our privacy faltered, and in a whisper, I let it all spill out. The premature ejaculations, the perverted fantasies about cuckolding, and chastity, and me being dominant in the bedroom. I was so embarrassed.

She waited patiently for me to finish. When I did finish, she waited a while longer. When I did not say anything else, her expression became slightly annoyed.

"Is that it??"

"Is that not enough???"

"Girl... they are ALL perverts. From what you're sayin'... he ain't asked you to piss on him, or shit on him, or to lick his asshole... or pull a train with all his friends... hell, he ain't even asked you to suck his dick!"

I know I looked aghast. People did that stuff?? I did not even know what pulling a train meant, but I could imagine it wasn't good.

She continued, "You would not believe some of the freaky shit ...