Rosie Helps Wendy - Sex Stories

Rosie Helps Wendy

... you know, the women, do they enjoy it? Screwing other men? In front of their husbands, they let their husbands watch them with other men's penis … cock in them?”

“The women I know that I’ve introduced to cuckolding love the excitement and thrill of other cocks fucking them. Their husbands aren’t always allowed to watch. It depends on the couple. Going back to when I was meeting cuckold couples at home, some of them enjoyed humiliating their cuckolds. For those people, they weren’t husbands; they were cuckolds."

I stopped for a minute, thinking, then said, “Wendy, your first option is to just shut it down. Refuse to be in the room if he broaches the subject.

“A second is to move it to role play, where you pretend he’s not your husband that’s screwing … fucking you. That might satisfy him for a while.” I hesitated, then added, “Third, there is always the marriage manual suggestion; talk about it. Exactly what he’s picturing happening. Why he wants it and what he’s picturing long-term. What he’s thinking about in a year, five years from now.

“The fourth option I see is to just do it; actually, cuckold him. Make him see it, smell the sex, and have him help you cuckold him. Make him talk to your first, make him ask the guy you want to fuck, and then be involved in the actual cuckolding.”

Wendy, I’m trying to be impartial here. The option I want you to choose is the last one. He’s asked for it; give it to him. A one-time fuck, a Bull, a long-time lover—what you ...

... want, not what Jay wants. Just let me know and let me watch, please.

“Okay, Wendy, is that enough to think about? Does one option attract you the most?“

Wendy looked dazed, “Rosie, he's mentioned Eric and Gary a couple of times. I know them both. They’re friends; Eric is married, but Gary is single. I can picture Gary, Gary, and me. Maybe Gary and me. I don’t know, Gary and me … fucking? I can picture Jay asking Gary to fuck me, kind of. The last option, actually fucking someone, would put closure to him asking. Wouldn’t it?”

I answered, “Yes, for sure it would. A possible problem is if you like it and he decides he doesn’t. When I was with my parents in the Bay Area, there were a few times that happened. The wife simply couldn’t quit, or maybe wouldn’t quit. Dana couldn’t quit, and she continued secretly until her husband found out. It was ugly.

“If you do it this way, you need to warn him that it could be like Pandora’s Box. He’ll be unable to close it once it's opened. Before you decide, I’d like it if we could talk after you’ve thought about it.”

The next Monday, Wendy and I scheduled a long lunch. Chinese at Elk Grove Park.

We went together, got the Chinese food, and found an isolated table. I started the conversation, “So Wendy, what happened since we talked?”

Wendy looked at the table and then answered me, “Jay brought it up Saturday after the kids were asleep. I defaulted to the marriage counselor option and asked what he was picturing for the first ...