Cuckold Fun

[Doma]

Over the last couple of years, I've kind of developed a fantasy that I love to jack-off too. Sometimes I picture this girl is my wife and I am watching her get fucked by another guy. Sometimes I fantasize about being the guy who is fucking the wife as her hubby watches but I have to say for me it is a much bigger turn-on to be the submissive one, the one who watches and is humiliated (to a certain extent). It is so weird, but at the same time very exciting, because lets face it is as kinky as hell isn't it . There have been a couple of stories on this forum about guys watching their wife getting fucked and they are all very hot to be honest. One I really like and still jack-off to today is this one.

http://masturbationpage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2864

I do have boundaries with this thing though. I have read stories in which the guys allow themselves to be completely dominated and humiliated by their wife, to the extent that the wife shows utter disrespect to her husband, humiliates him infront of many people, and makes him feel like he is nothing more than just a person who provides for her...in other words being a total bitch, and while those stories are kind of hot as a fantasy they are not something I'd condone in reality. Sure a little teasing is OK, a little comment about how she loves the bull's cock, and how he never fucked her like this adds a lot of spice to an already spicy sex stew lol.

So I'd like to know are there any cucky's out there, or slut-wives, if so please share your stories I'd love to hear from you. Tell me every detail, even when you (the hubby) first brought up the fact that you are into the Cuckold lifestyle, how did she react?

[Doma]

So no cuckys out there, I find that hard to believe!

[Aussie Wanker]

Not a cuck as such but do love watching my wife getting fucked

[Aussie Wanker]

Sorry and if you like those stories check out here http://www.cuckoldplace(dot)com/

[happystroker]

Well, my first sex at sixteen was with an older couple who were swingers. Later, when I had a girlfriend, I brought her to a party and three grown men fucked her for an afternoon. I had never imagined I could feel so hot as I was watching her on the floor with her hands digging into another man's buttocks. She wanted more, and we were back the next weekend, and many after that. I watched her come into her own sexual power, and become a woman.

When a woman takes her own partners, on her own terms, something beautiful happens. It can be a challenge, it does not have to be a humiliation. For myself, I've found that as much as a woman might love me, and as great sex as she might have, she will eventually want or need to get fucked a lot and hard by a real stud. And I love to listen to her story, or her moans and cries, and later put my tongue into her swollen pussy and taste the pleasure she just had, and feel new and gentle pleasure rippling through her body.

[Doma]

wow man that is pretty hot. You should write a full story about one of your experiences. I got hard reading that.

[Doma]

By the way for all of you Cuckold lovers I just wrote a long (hypothetical) story. Hope you enjoy it!!

http://masturbationpage.com/forum/viewt ... 0912#50912

[happystroker]

wow man that is pretty hot. You should write a full story about one of your experiences. I got hard reading that.

Well...I will tell about my gf in college, Helen. Helen was pretty "active" from an early age, but at first she drew the line at fucking other guys. She was oddly timid about cuck'ing me. One day a friend from her undergraduate school moved to town. Drew was handsome and very shy. They were talking, and Helen learned he was a virgin and really pretty scared about sex. That night, when Helen was telling me what he said, she got the idea to be his "first"--to take him for a weekend to a cottage and fuck him. She suddenly got really turned on at the idea of fucking a virgin, and began planning out loud everything she would do. She called her gf, another friend of Drew, and they giggled and plotted about how to enjoy his dick. Oh, did I say that Drew's package was pretty obviously large? I lay next to her, super hard and throbbing, stroking and licking her pussy.

One week later, she packed a bag and headed off with him. I got a call about six hours later after he had fucked her the first time. He'd gone out to get food for them. She told me his cum was oozing out from between her legs. He was big--eight inches she thought, and her pussy was pretty happy with that. She had brought lube, but she was totally wet, juice running down her thighs, before his cock even touched her. He'd fucked her on top, not the best lover, but she orgasmed the whole time knowing he'd cum inside her pussy, the first pussy he'd ever felt. She told me when he got back she was going to ride that big cock and jamb it deep inside. Wow, she said, she almost forgot what a real cock was like!

I didn't hear from her again until the next morning when she called laying in bed with him. I could tell from her voice she had just been fucked, and she told me he'd given her five orgasms that morning alone. She was going to stay an extra day....

When she came home, she went straight to bed. She lay flat on her belly and spread her legs. "Lick me if you want, but I'm soooo tired." I put my face between her legs. Her pussy was swollen, and crusted with dried cum. Gently I spread her labia, and a little cum oozed out. She had fallen asleep. I kneeled over her and masturbated, my cum falling on her naked ass.

Two weeks later, she came home from work and began dressing to go out. She'd called up an old boyfriend, and was going to spend the night with him....

[Doma]

Got hard from reading that lol. Nice one man.

[footman]

Sometimes I picture this girl is my wife and I am watching her get fucked by another guy. Sometimes I fantasize about being the guy who is fucking the wife as her hubby watches but I have to say for me it is a much bigger turn-on to be the submissive one, the one who watches and is humiliated (to a certain extent).

This has always been a huge fantasy for me, involving either a guy, or a girl or both "doing" my wife. But it's one thing I'm pretty sure will never happen, unless it's with her best girlfriend. They grew up together and had lived together during college, so they know each other very well and are very close. I know for fact that they've showered together. Like you, I do have boundaries too and would never allow, or get into, her completely dominating and humiliating me. Though it is somewhat of a submissive act on my part, it's also a dominant act of sorts, because I'm the one allowinf or encouraging her to do it.

[softstroke]

This is a big turn on and favorite fantasy for me too. Doma, thanks for the story, I read it and oozed precum I was so turned on. Happy - loved your stories too.

I love the idea, love the stories and find it a powerfully erotic fantasy to imagine my wife having sex with other men, but when I get to the point of humiliating treatment, or having her prefer others and leaving me out of it, then it is less erotic. I think it's all about her sexuality - I like the idea of her having powerful urges and wanting to satisfy them, and a little humiliation as I watch a much bigger man satisfy her cravings is arousing, but I guess I like to feel I have the control of making it happen or allowing it, and too much humiliation turns it off again.

Here's a scenario I like to imagine - I make up new detail every time I enjoy it, try and make it last as long as possible:

it's my wife's birthday, and for her present I've arranged for a visit from a guy I located in the personals and checked out beforehand. He placed an ad saying how huge he is and how he loves to satisfy married women who aren't getting fucked well enough. So I treat her to a romantic evening, nice dinner, pamper her and chat her up endlessly, complimenting her and making her feel so sexy. Finally, we move to the bedroom and get to kissing and rubbing, and undressing. I ask her to put on her silky sexy things, which she loves to wear for sex as they make her feel so desirable. I do plenty of sucking and licking, and when she's really ready to be spread wide and filled, I make her wear a silk blindfold, and then restrain her arms with soft ropes, tying them to the bedstead, and the same with her legs, all the time promising her how good I'm going to make her feel, and what a good fucking she's going to get. She goes along with it, laughing, but at the same time breathing heavily, and her nipples are standing up proudly, and I can see her pussy swelling and moistenting with excitement. She is dripping wet by now, and close to begging for my cock inside her. At this point I give her a long kiss, and then I tell her to wait a moment while I fetch her present. I slip away to bring in the guy who has been waiting quietly in the spare room. We return silently, then I kiss her again, tracing my tongue down her chest and belly, and tasting her juice and then I tell her baby I have a present for you, it's a big surprise and your gonna love it, she answers with a breathless wotizzit? and I slowly untie the blindfold. Right in front of her is her gift stud, with his huge cock standing just inches away from her face, she looks up to his face and then back to the massive cock, which he is waving back and forth - her gaze follows it and she turns to me and says ohhh baby, I want that in me, looking back at the giant cock she strains at the ropes and breathes ride me, ram me and fuck me hard stud man...

He mounts her and she is squirming as he slowly rubs the end and shaft of his cock over her swollen lips and she thrusts her mound back at him. She begins moaning and begging for his cock inside her, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his shaft, whimpering, and her breath loud and fast, panting hard. Her nipples are harder than I've ever seen them, she's oblivious to me now as she pants over and over fuck me big man, give me that cock, fuck me hard, give it to me, I want it so bad... Now he slips the head of his cock between her lips and she moans in gratitude, but he's teasing her at first, he slowly pumps just the big bulbous tip of his rod between her labia, and down a little into her hole. Gradually he slips it in deeper and she whispers oh, it's so much bigger, oh it's stretching me, ooooh, ooooooh... and then he pumps harder and faster, and she responds with the thrust of her pelvis as hard as she can, and she's screaming oh god, oh baby, oh stud, I want that cock, fuck me harder, harder, faster, and he pounds away, fully impaling her and they are locked together, sweating and grunting, pounding against one another as hard as they can, and her screams mount, louder and longer, and his grunts turn into groans, her back arches and her face and chest flush, her arms and legs straining and muscles quivering against the ropes... her screams turn into a long crescendo ogodogodohgodogodoh god oho god oh god oh oh oh ooooh ooooh oooooh and his grunts turn into a roar as his final thrusts lock into her and he spasms in orgasm, and she locks herself against him. And then I imagine her pleasure, her satisfaction, her wanting him, and her physical closeness to him, and him caressing her and sucking on her nipples as I watch.

I have another favorite fantasy, where I imagine us in a room with about half a dozen guys, maybe a hotel room, or at a party, and she is dressed in just her loose flimsy silks. They are all naked and rock hard, me too, though I can only watch, and stroke myself. She moves among us, rubbing herself on each guy in turn, turning to let each guy rub the length of his shaft up between her ass cheeks, holding and stroking any cocks within reach, but moving on before any guy can penetrate her. This goes on for while, until she starts to bend over and lick the guys cocks, and part her lips and take the heads of one cock and then another into her mouth, and for a few moments she will suck and caress his balls, and she wags her ass suggestively as she is bent over, inviting guys to come up behind and rub their cocks on her ass, and to thrust into her now dripping wet and open pussy, and take a few thrusts before letting the next guy take a turn, ad she keeps on until she has sucked every guy off at least once, and taken each guy's load at least once, then she lays back on the bed, and spreads herself wide, and takes each guy into her cream filled cunt, and lets everyone fuck her until she has screamed herself hoarse and has a thick river of cum oozing from her red, swollen, pounded hole.

AAAh. I have plenty more. I enjoyed remembering these.

Have to also mention that my wife would never, and I wouldn't really want, and many times I will substitute another woman and will enjoy a lot more of the humiliation stuff. My first wife was way more into fantasy and I would ask her to tell me about her fantasies about other guys as she masturbated, and would tell her I was such and such a guy that she had fantasized about as I fucked her and played with her. Made her hot as hell, and me too. I miss that with her.

Well thanks and enjoy!

[footman]

I've entertained those two fantasies myself, almost exactly, plus others. I posted one of them I wrote out on another forum. Here it is:

Probably the most powerful fantasy I've ever had has been one where my wife leaves me and marries an incredibly rich, and I've heard leacherous, man.

One night I'm invited to a poolside party at his estate. Though a bit reluctant to go by myself, I figure that no harm will be done, I need to get out, I've never seen where she lives, and it's been over a year since I've seen or heard from her. I'm dying to hear what she's been up to.

It's a warm summers evening and as I'm standing next to the pool enjoying casual conversation with other guests some lights come on highlighting a staircase that comes down to the pool. An announcement is made that the "Lady in Black" will be joining us. Though everyone is dressed in summer casual attire, I can't help but notice that there's not an ugly person there. Everyone, excpet for me, is buff and beautiful. When I ask where the "man of the house is", someone tells me that he stays inside the house.

Standing on the staircase is a gorgeous women. She's wearing a a black thong bikini with a black see-through cover-up. As I strain my eyes to look closer, I'm at once apalled, amazed, jealous and angered as my brain starts to accept the fact that it's my ex-wife. I just can't believe it. She looks younger, yet I know it's her. Though I don't yet understand what's going on everyone else there starts to clap, nod approvingly and banter amongst themselves as to how beautiful she is.

She sensually saunters down the staircase and begins working her way around the pool greeting all the guests. The desirous eyes of every man there are lavishly lusting after her.

As she gets closer to me I can see that she is now the perfect woman. Every negative physical attribute of her body has been surgically corrected, every blemish of her milky-white skin has been removed. On top of that, she seems to have lost all sense of inhibition about showing her body and radiates an unbelievable air of sexual confidence and prowess. The complete opposite of the women that I was married to. When she gets to me she exclaims coyly "Dan, how good to see you!" while giving me a society kiss on the cheek then quickly moving on. I feel hot with both rage and passion. She's stunning, yet what has this guy done to her. I can't begin to tell whether she's been brain-washed or if she's done this on her own free will.

After greeting all the guests she goes to end of the pool where the steps are. She sensually slips her toe into the water, although everyone can see the steam coming off the warm water as the evening begins to chill. Though many guys are there with girlfriends and wives, they all have their eyes riveted to her body. She unties then slips the coverup off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. You could almost hear an audible gasp from the men. Most of the women seemed to be admiring her too.

Though still chatting quietly in small groups, almost everyone watches her as she slowly breaststrokes the length of the pool. When she gets to the deep end, she dives underneath the water. We can see her well because of the pool lights. Her wet hair and skin shimmer as she surfaces. My mind still can't grasp what I'm seeing. She's absolutely perfect.

As she continues swimming a voice comes over the speakers surrounding the pool. It's a sensuous female voice that simply says "number 1's, number 1's please". I had been given a numbered ticket when I entered the state, but I had no idea what it was for. I waited to see what the "number ones" were going to do.

A small group of men and women moved to the end of the pool where the steps were and, though still chatting, seemed to be intently watching my ex-wife as she swam back toward that end of the pool. One guy grabbed a towel that was close by.

As she got back to the steps, she gracefully walked up the steps toward the group of people. The guy put the towel around her shoulder. Still thinking nothing of anything, I took a sip of my drink.

But my heart started racing as the small group of people began closing in around her. It appeared that everyone reached out to help rub the towel against her body to dry her off. Then a guy, who was standing in front of her kissed her on the lips. I was really baffled and confused now and felt my "fight or flight" instincts struggling with each other. Should I rescue her or quickly leave?

A girl standing behind her unties her bikini top, gently pulls it off and quickly tosses it over her shoulder into the pool. Immediately two different guys attach their mouths to one of her breasts. I see her head go back in pleasure. She always liked her nipples sucked. The scene quickly becomes orgiastic, as everyone in the group begins to disrobe as they remove her bikini bottoms and continue caressing and kissing her. I gingerly look around the pool, and all the other couples, while intently watching what's going on at the end of the pool, are beginning to fondle, kiss and disrobe one another.

The "number ones" are now entirely naked and are continuing to fondle and caress my ex-wife. Some lights come up in a tiki-hut style pavilion that's behind them. I can see what appears to be a massage or sex table and inumerable sex toys, pillows and cushions on the floor and on some counters at one end. The group, while continuing to fondle each other and my ex-wife, slowly make their way into the pavilion. My ex is gently lifted up onto the table.

Though totally shocked by what I'm seeing, and the fact that my ex-wife is involved with it, I can't fight the feeling that I'm aroused by it. Though one part of mind tells me to leave, the other side tells me that I'm going to see and participate in the most carnal night of my life.

All the other couples gather closer around the pavilion, continuing to kiss and fondle each other while they watch the action in the pavilion. Most of them also undress. So I too, move in so I can see and gingerly begin removing my clothes, until I'm naked and holding only my number. As I close in I notice that there are closed circuit cameras in several different locations under the pavilion along with, at one end, a large screen monitor that appears to be showing the active video feed.

Throughout the night I witness every sexual act and variation that I can imagine or fantasize about being performed on her. Within the first hour every single participant has climaxed at least once. My ex is covered with lubes, oils, sweat and cum and seems to be in an almost tantric state. Merely touching her genitals seems to give her another climax.

Each hour, on the hour, another number is called. The current active group slowly pulls away from the table, gets with their partner, and moves back out into the main crowd to watch some more. A few couples retire to the chaise lounges surrounding the pool to continue their sexual escapades.

I look down past my throbbing, dripping erection at my number. As I've tried to mentally divide the numbers called so far with the number of people there, and it seems like too high a number. Still, I wonder how many others are in my group.

Finally, just before daybreak, my number is called. I slowly and gingerly ease my way forward as the previous group moves away, the whole time scanning the rest of the crowd searching for movement toward the table indicating that they are in my group. I see no one, but step into the open. Either as a "gift" to me or to totally humiliate me- I am the only one.

My eyes scan my ex wifes unbelievable body as she lays on the table. Every inch of her and the table is now covered completely with lubes and oils, sweat, and tons of cum. Though she is very light complected, parts of her body, especially her breasts, tummy, feet and of course vagina, are slightly red from being held, grabbed, caressed, kissed, poked and prodded. Her hair and face are coated and caked with semen, something she would never allow me to do whe we were married.

She looked at me in total submission and sensuously says "you have the number- do whatever you want with me". The eroticism of watching her participate in this night-long orgy was too much to hold back. She was mine again, if only temporarily.

It was as if everyone else and the cameras had disappeared. I practically attacked her with reckless, wanton, abandonment my desire was so strong. Even the other men's semen could not deter me from touching her, kissing her, licking her and making love to her like I always used to do.

When I finally could not stand it any longer I got between her legs and entered her. The sight of her beautiful, lust-stained body was so incredibly erotic that I began thrusting inside her like an animal. Everyone became still and quiet. All you could hear was the slippery sliding of my **** and the slapping of my balls up against her. When I began climaxing my eyes widened as if I had gone mad. I had a final feast of her body with my eyes, looked deeply into her eyes one last time, then reared my head back, uttering a guttural roar as I came. Because she was so loose and wet from a night of intercourse I could feel the cum running out of her as I filled her and continued thrusting.

Then it was over. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I got up and began to clean myself up. I wanted to talk to her, but knowing that she was exhausted didn't dare wake her. All the other guests began slowly getting dressed and exiting the pool area toward their cars. I got dressed and left too.

Did this really happen or was this just a powerful dream? It was a dream- until I found "the number" in my desk drawer this morning.

[Doma]

Damn Footman, DAMN!!! I'm speechless seriously lol.

I like how its a different variation of cuckolding in the sense that she wasn't your wife but your ex, I personally would've liked it better if she were your wife. But DAMN you wrote it so well...You sure you are not a writer lol!!

[footman]

Damn Footman, DAMN!!! I'm speechless seriously lol...you wrote it so well...You sure you are not a writer lol!!

I'll take that as a compliment! And no, I'm not a professional writer, or even amateur for that matter- other than this story.

[Note- the following lengthy diatribe does not necessarily have much to do directly with masturbation- but does deal with the story]

Here's the comments from another member of that forum who read the story: (I believe that they're very accurate)
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1. the fantasy/daydream is not about a humiliated husband. While certainly there are some elements that can be interpreted that way in addition to some self-deprecating remarks, the possibility of a truly degraded/humiliated husband fantasy was considerably avoided by presenting the wife as an ex-wife.

2. the fantasy/daydream is not about group sex either although the fantasy reads as a gangbang/group sex party. The important pieces are that there are a great number of fantastically build and good-looking men at the place and all of them are fascinated by her body, which they use for their own pleasure; the second one is that any significant bonding between these men and ex-wife are prevented by her being in a zombie-like state; and third, she can climax just by anybody barely touching her genitals.

3. this fantasy/daydream is basically about breaking the wife in; forcing her to realize her own beauty and full sexual potential by being subjected to a faceless crowd of men who provoke her body to respond to sexual stimuli beyond the control of her mind and will. Eventually she’s able to enjoy everything.

In very simple words the author is saying: I wish you can see how beautiful you are and you’d understand why I’m always horny around you. I’d fu'ck you all the time if I can just remove whatever is blocking your full sexual potential. When I fu'ck you I want you to respond with lust and orgasms; be the freak in the bed. I love you and respect you too much to do anything that would hurt your feelings, but sometimes I wish one of your old boyfriends or some faceless dude broke you in before I met you.
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This particular statement is amazingly interesting: "...but sometimes I wish one of your old boyfriends or some faceless dude broke you in before I met you." Interesting because,, even though we had agreed not to share too many details of our sex lives with each other after we became engaged, because we had been very close platonic friends, I was aware of some of her sexual past.

This real woman, who I eventually married, I considered basically quite and conservative, so two things about her preious sex life profoundly impacted me:

- I knew that she had taken an overnight trip with one of her college professors (no other details).

- But most importantly, before we started dating, she had been engaged to a controlling, mucle-bound, photography-loving guy who had a bad temper, and who eventually abused her physically and emotionally- and my guess is sexually. I was, at the same time, both apalled and titallated by what I surmised might have happened between them- both consenual and non-consenual.

As I mentioned, he liked photography. I was amazed that, although he abused her badly, she actually had kept one of his photographs. Almost like the captive falling in love with her captor. This further blurred the line for me wondering what she experienced and whether she liked it or not. I only saw one photo that he had taken of her- and it was very sexy- it was a photo of her in her bikini, still wet from just getting out of the water, smiling broadly and leaning up a against a wood fence by a walkway. This, from a quite conservative girl who, even during our enegagement would never wear a bikini or let me photograph her in any way. This could have been completely innocent, but yet I was also aware that some guys get really obsessed with photography. I wondered how many photos of her he had; whether he had kept them all after they broke up; and of course whether he had any nude photos of her- taken with or with out her blessing.

Because of his size, physical strength and temper I wondered whether the line from making love had ever crossed into rape, or whether she had been made to do things against her will, particularly things that she refused to do with me: anal sex, oral sex, bondage. I knew full well that it could just have been her basic desire NOT to do these things, but her quick and strong reaction to even the suggestion of them made me wonder. I couldn't help but think that, at least several times that things had gone too far or gone wrong for her, and she unable to defend herself.

It was that wondering that at times lead to intense fantasies of what might have happened, both with the photography (everything from lots of photos at the beach like I described, to long nude photography sessions). The one photograph from the beach (mentioned previously) gave me a raging erection- I could only imagine what it did for him, especially assuming that that was only one of many photos taken that day. I can easily imagine that, no matter what she desired, that after a day like that, nothing would stop him from taking her.

So for many years, I was torn between being terribly afraid of what had happened to her and feeling that this guy had ruined many aspects of sex for me, yet getting excited by the fantasies of the very same things.

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As far as this thread is concerned, these two comments rang true for me, and seemed to be a part of my fantasy feelings:

By softstroke: "I think it's all about her sexuality - I like the idea of her having powerful urges and wanting to satisfy them, and a little humiliation as I watch a much bigger man satisfy her cravings is arousing..."

By happystroker: "When a woman takes her own partners, on her own terms, something beautiful happens. It can be a challenge, it does not have to be a humiliation. For myself, I've found that as much as a woman might love me, and as great sex as she might have, she will eventually want or need to get fucked a lot and hard by a real stud. And I love to listen to her story, or her moans and cries, and later put my tongue into her swollen pussy and taste the pleasure she just had, and feel new and gentle pleasure rippling through her body."