Cuckhold in Milwaukee Part 6
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My First Cuckold Experience
The Problem and a Solution
I have always been a premature ejaculator. In the beginning, we both just joked about my quick climax and agreed it was just my passion for her. Our early sex was heated and fun. My wife, Susan, and I have been married 13 years now, and I still cum after less than a minute of thrusting. I know that I please her when I give her oral sex but I also know that her sighs and moans when we are having intercourse are her attempts to pretend that I satisfy her. I appreciate her efforts but know that a minute of thrusting is not satisfying for a woman, plus I can also feel the bed shaking later in the night as she touches herself when she thinks that I have fallen asleep afterwards. I so want her to enjoy sex, but know that I am just unable to please her.
Suspending my male ego, I finally devised a plan. After my workout at my local YMCA, I approached my long-time friend, Tom. He is recently divorced, and we have shared many stories together over a pint or three. He knows of my concern for my premature ejaculation and has attempted to give me tips over the years. He has shared his sexual experiences that he has had with his ex-wife and other women, so I know he enjoys a good fuck. Our secrets were safe with each other and I trust him.
Walking out to our cars in the Y parking lot, I stopped and turned to him, “Tom, would do you me the honor and favor of fucking Susan? She needs a good fucking that lasts more than a minute.” He stopped and looked at me.
“Are you serious?” Seeing me nod, he added, “Wow! I know of your problems in satisfying her, but are you sure? You two have been married for a long time? Would she even agree?”
I assured him that I loved Susan, and just wanted her to be happy in our marriage. “I would rather she get off with you, a friend, and with me knowing it, than having her sneaking out on me. I just know that, at some point, she will go in-search of satisfaction.”
We discussed my idea, and I agreed to approach her when the time was right.
A couple of days later, lying in bed after our minute of romance, I looked at Susan and said, “Honey, I know you love me as much as I do you, but I also know that I don’t satisfy you in bed. Would you do something as much for me, as for you?” In the darkness of the bedroom, I could feel her turn to look at me. I continued, “I want to arrange for you to have sex with another man… with me present. You deserve an orgasm, and for the happiness of our marriage, I want to make that happen for you.”
Susan’s protests moved along the continuum of “But, Steven, you do make me happy in bed”, to “we’re happily married, how could I do such a thing”, to “Oh! I could never do it with another man”, to “are you sure it would make you happy?”, to “I would only do it with you there, never behind your back”, to “okay, but only since you want me to do it”, and finally to “who did you have in mind?”.
I told her “thank you”, and that I would set something up. I had someone in mind that she knew and would find attractive. A while later, the shaking bed woke me up, and I knew she was excited about my proposal. I fell back asleep with a knowing smile.
A Couple of Days Later
I set things up with Tom. He was to meet us at a local Irish pub for a pint. The night came, and Susan and I were sitting enjoying our pints expectantly. She kept asking alternatively “are your sure?” and “who did you ask to join us?”. Then, Tom walked in the pub, and she knew. As Tom walked towards our table, she looked at me, looked at Tom, back at me, and then smiled up at Tom. She was pleased with my choice. Tom and I are both muscular, but he is taller, handsome, and somewhat dashing (even if I do say so, myself).
“Hi, Steven, Susan. Can I join you?”, Tom asked standing next to the table transfixed by Susan’s smile.
“Absolutely,” I replied and waved over another pint of Guinness. We chatted about typical small talk. I could feel my precum wetting my boxer shorts already as I watched the two of them exchange interested glances. Tom’s hand was under that table and I expected he was touching her leg or something similar. After some time, I paid the bill and suggested we adjourn. They both were polite and cordial to me, but their mutual heat was evident.
I suggested that I drive us back to our house and insisted that they sit together in the back as I drove. Looking in the rear view mirror a few minutes later, it was hard not to watch as Susan had her tongue down his throat as they made-out in the backseat. His hand cupped her breast. I smiled to myself and was pleased. It was all I could do not to cum in my pants right there!
Arriving at our house, I suggested that we have a drink “before”. Standing next to each other and holding hands, Susan looked up at Tom as he agreed. I poured shots of Irish whiskey and we toasted “friendship”. It wasn’t long after that, when we moved to the bedroom. I sat in a chair. “Just pretend I’m not here,” I said unnecessarily as they started frantically kissing, fondling and undressing each other. Under her pants and blouse, I was surprised to see Susan wearing the black lace garter belt, stockings, bra and panties I had given her years ago and that she never wore for me. She looked hot and wanton as she helped Tom undress.
I settled back to watch. My cock was hard and dripping in my pants, so I pulled it out as I sat. Susan looked over at me only once, saw me masturbating, smiled, and returned her attention to Tom. As I continued to watch them kiss, she grasped Tom’s rock-hard erection in her hand and began to stoke it. Tom had a hand on one of her breasts and the other moving between her legs. I could already smell her scent of sex in the air.
She wanted to rush to the bed to fuck, but Tom wouldn’t let her move that fast. He had her prop herself up with pillows against the headboard. Then he moved to knell on the bed in front of her, his erect cock only an inch from her nose. Susan looked so sexy, still wearing her black lingerie, as she looked up at him expectantly. She placed her hand on his cock and guided him into her mouth.
Damn it! My hips tensed and my cock twitched. I came explosively all over myself as I watched his cockhead disappear into my wife’s willing mouth. If either of them heard me climax, neither bothered to show it or look my way.
I continued to watch as Tom moved his hips and thrust his erection in and out of her mouth. His hands were on her head and her eyes were open, looking up, and watching his face. Susan wanted to please her man!
Without cumming, Tom pulled out of her mouth (Susan looked disappointed!) and then moved down between her stocking-covered legs. Susan knew what was next and she opened her legs willingly. Tom kissed, licked and fingered her. Mesmerized, I watched as my friend, Tom, brought my wife to an orgasm (Not her first of the session, as it turned out!)! Susan’s petite frame convulsed from her climax. Tom wasn’t finished with her yet.
He flipped over to his back and guided Susan to straddle him. She willingly guided his erect cock inside her wet pussy with a sigh and began humping him. My cock actually began to stir again! Nice! With Tom’s hands on her tits, pinching her nipples, Susan rode Tom’s cock hard. I’ve never seen her so overtaken by her female passion before. She was lost in the moment. Their hips slapped together as her urgency rose. She began to make noises and Tom moved his hands to her hips to guide her. Suddenly, with a grunt and cry, Susan came…once…twice. I watched as I saw Tom tense and then release his seed deeply into Susan’s pussy. Their bodies both froze in place, Susan still impaled on Tom’s cock… and then she collapsed on top of him. Their breathing was heavy, and their bodies glistened with perspiration in the dim light.
Finally, they rolled over, still embracing, and looked at me. Seeing my erect cock in my hand, and the evidence of my earlier orgasm, Susan gave a hearty laugh. “Come here, Sugar. Let me take care of that”. She beckoned me over to the bed. I obliged and stood sheepishly next to her on the bed, still wearing her black garter belt and stockings. Without another word, she reached for my cock and pulled me into her mouth. As my friend, Tom, looked on, Susan began to give me a blow job (something she hasn’t done in quite some time). With her fist around my shaft, she bobbed her head. Looking down at her, smelling the sex from their intercourse, I was frantic. Susan looked up at me, pulled my cock from her mouth, and smiled, “Its okay, darling. Come for me…” In an instant, I shot my load on her smiling face! OMG! I have only fantasized about ever doing this to Susan. My body shook. Susan slowed her hand on my shaft and kissed a drop of cum from the tip of my subsiding cock. She smiled. I looked at Tom, and he smiled.
We were good.
The Problem and a Solution
I have always been a premature ejaculator. In the beginning, we both just joked about my quick climax and agreed it was just my passion for her. Our early sex was heated and fun. My wife, Susan, and I have been married 13 years now, and I still cum after less than a minute of thrusting. I know that I please her when I give her oral sex but I also know that her sighs and moans when we are having intercourse are her attempts to pretend that I satisfy her. I appreciate her efforts but know that a minute of thrusting is not satisfying for a woman, plus I can also feel the bed shaking later in the night as she touches herself when she thinks that I have fallen asleep afterwards. I so want her to enjoy sex, but know that I am just unable to please her.
Suspending my male ego, I finally devised a plan. After my workout at my local YMCA, I approached my long-time friend, Tom. He is recently divorced, and we have shared many stories together over a pint or three. He knows of my concern for my premature ejaculation and has attempted to give me tips over the years. He has shared his sexual experiences that he has had with his ex-wife and other women, so I know he enjoys a good fuck. Our secrets were safe with each other and I trust him.
Walking out to our cars in the Y parking lot, I stopped and turned to him, “Tom, would do you me the honor and favor of fucking Susan? She needs a good fucking that lasts more than a minute.” He stopped and looked at me.
“Are you serious?” Seeing me nod, he added, “Wow! I know of your problems in satisfying her, but are you sure? You two have been married for a long time? Would she even agree?”
I assured him that I loved Susan, and just wanted her to be happy in our marriage. “I would rather she get off with you, a friend, and with me knowing it, than having her sneaking out on me. I just know that, at some point, she will go in-search of satisfaction.”
We discussed my idea, and I agreed to approach her when the time was right.
A couple of days later, lying in bed after our minute of romance, I looked at Susan and said, “Honey, I know you love me as much as I do you, but I also know that I don’t satisfy you in bed. Would you do something as much for me, as for you?” In the darkness of the bedroom, I could feel her turn to look at me. I continued, “I want to arrange for you to have sex with another man… with me present. You deserve an orgasm, and for the happiness of our marriage, I want to make that happen for you.”
Susan’s protests moved along the continuum of “But, Steven, you do make me happy in bed”, to “we’re happily married, how could I do such a thing”, to “Oh! I could never do it with another man”, to “are you sure it would make you happy?”, to “I would only do it with you there, never behind your back”, to “okay, but only since you want me to do it”, and finally to “who did you have in mind?”.
I told her “thank you”, and that I would set something up. I had someone in mind that she knew and would find attractive. A while later, the shaking bed woke me up, and I knew she was excited about my proposal. I fell back asleep with a knowing smile.
A Couple of Days Later
I set things up with Tom. He was to meet us at a local Irish pub for a pint. The night came, and Susan and I were sitting enjoying our pints expectantly. She kept asking alternatively “are your sure?” and “who did you ask to join us?”. Then, Tom walked in the pub, and she knew. As Tom walked towards our table, she looked at me, looked at Tom, back at me, and then smiled up at Tom. She was pleased with my choice. Tom and I are both muscular, but he is taller, handsome, and somewhat dashing (even if I do say so, myself).
“Hi, Steven, Susan. Can I join you?”, Tom asked standing next to the table transfixed by Susan’s smile.
“Absolutely,” I replied and waved over another pint of Guinness. We chatted about typical small talk. I could feel my precum wetting my boxer shorts already as I watched the two of them exchange interested glances. Tom’s hand was under that table and I expected he was touching her leg or something similar. After some time, I paid the bill and suggested we adjourn. They both were polite and cordial to me, but their mutual heat was evident.
I suggested that I drive us back to our house and insisted that they sit together in the back as I drove. Looking in the rear view mirror a few minutes later, it was hard not to watch as Susan had her tongue down his throat as they made-out in the backseat. His hand cupped her breast. I smiled to myself and was pleased. It was all I could do not to cum in my pants right there!
Arriving at our house, I suggested that we have a drink “before”. Standing next to each other and holding hands, Susan looked up at Tom as he agreed. I poured shots of Irish whiskey and we toasted “friendship”. It wasn’t long after that, when we moved to the bedroom. I sat in a chair. “Just pretend I’m not here,” I said unnecessarily as they started frantically kissing, fondling and undressing each other. Under her pants and blouse, I was surprised to see Susan wearing the black lace garter belt, stockings, bra and panties I had given her years ago and that she never wore for me. She looked hot and wanton as she helped Tom undress.
I settled back to watch. My cock was hard and dripping in my pants, so I pulled it out as I sat. Susan looked over at me only once, saw me masturbating, smiled, and returned her attention to Tom. As I continued to watch them kiss, she grasped Tom’s rock-hard erection in her hand and began to stoke it. Tom had a hand on one of her breasts and the other moving between her legs. I could already smell her scent of sex in the air.
She wanted to rush to the bed to fuck, but Tom wouldn’t let her move that fast. He had her prop herself up with pillows against the headboard. Then he moved to knell on the bed in front of her, his erect cock only an inch from her nose. Susan looked so sexy, still wearing her black lingerie, as she looked up at him expectantly. She placed her hand on his cock and guided him into her mouth.
Damn it! My hips tensed and my cock twitched. I came explosively all over myself as I watched his cockhead disappear into my wife’s willing mouth. If either of them heard me climax, neither bothered to show it or look my way.
I continued to watch as Tom moved his hips and thrust his erection in and out of her mouth. His hands were on her head and her eyes were open, looking up, and watching his face. Susan wanted to please her man!
Without cumming, Tom pulled out of her mouth (Susan looked disappointed!) and then moved down between her stocking-covered legs. Susan knew what was next and she opened her legs willingly. Tom kissed, licked and fingered her. Mesmerized, I watched as my friend, Tom, brought my wife to an orgasm (Not her first of the session, as it turned out!)! Susan’s petite frame convulsed from her climax. Tom wasn’t finished with her yet.
He flipped over to his back and guided Susan to straddle him. She willingly guided his erect cock inside her wet pussy with a sigh and began humping him. My cock actually began to stir again! Nice! With Tom’s hands on her tits, pinching her nipples, Susan rode Tom’s cock hard. I’ve never seen her so overtaken by her female passion before. She was lost in the moment. Their hips slapped together as her urgency rose. She began to make noises and Tom moved his hands to her hips to guide her. Suddenly, with a grunt and cry, Susan came…once…twice. I watched as I saw Tom tense and then release his seed deeply into Susan’s pussy. Their bodies both froze in place, Susan still impaled on Tom’s cock… and then she collapsed on top of him. Their breathing was heavy, and their bodies glistened with perspiration in the dim light.
Finally, they rolled over, still embracing, and looked at me. Seeing my erect cock in my hand, and the evidence of my earlier orgasm, Susan gave a hearty laugh. “Come here, Sugar. Let me take care of that”. She beckoned me over to the bed. I obliged and stood sheepishly next to her on the bed, still wearing her black garter belt and stockings. Without another word, she reached for my cock and pulled me into her mouth. As my friend, Tom, looked on, Susan began to give me a blow job (something she hasn’t done in quite some time). With her fist around my shaft, she bobbed her head. Looking down at her, smelling the sex from their intercourse, I was frantic. Susan looked up at me, pulled my cock from her mouth, and smiled, “Its okay, darling. Come for me…” In an instant, I shot my load on her smiling face! OMG! I have only fantasized about ever doing this to Susan. My body shook. Susan slowed her hand on my shaft and kissed a drop of cum from the tip of my subsiding cock. She smiled. I looked at Tom, and he smiled.
We were good.
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