My journey into the Cuckolding lifestyle was one of many turns and roadblocks. I was raised in a strict catholic household, where sex was never talked about. My husband was the total opposite of me. He openly talked about sex and was more knowledgeable about it than me. Other than a few kisses, blowjobs and jacking men off at a few parties, my sex life was quite uneventful and lacking excitement before I met my husband. Looking back, I would not say our sex life was great either for many reasons, but mostly because of the sexual roadblocks I placed on it.
Years later, we would watch sex videos, which helped me a lot with letting go of my suppressed sexual past. I realized my husband would gravitate to cuckolding ones, where women would be having sex with other men, with their partners/husbands’ approval. Some of the men in the videos had big cocks, and my husband would always ask me if that was a turn-on. Being very shy, I would rarely respond to him, but one day I just came out and asked him if it turned him on watching women in committed relationships having sex with big-cocked guys.
He told me it did, and would I ever think about doing it with a well endowed guy? I was hurt that he would ever suggest that I would be unfaithful to him. He tried to explain that it had nothing to do with faithfulness or love, but it was all about the sex act itself. He asked if we could try talking about it and acting things out occasionally. I told him that I wasn’t ready for anything like that, but we could continue to watch the videos together, because, to be honest, sex was better for me when we did.
My husband continued to be persistent in talking about play acting out cuckold fantasies with me. I knew how much it turned him on, and sensed that our marriage would improve if I at least tried. It was hard for me to say or do things in front of my husband. I was embarrassed about talking about it, and having him right there with me was more than I could handle, but I always tried no matter how bad I was at it.
Our biggest breakthrough came when he went out of town on a business trip. We started having phone sex at night, and I enjoyed it and felt much more comfortable talking with him when he wasn’t in the same room as I was, it made me much less shy. One day I decided to surprise him during our phone sex session and planned out my story during the day. When he called, I told him the car broke down on me earlier during the day. He asked me what happened, and I told him it wouldn’t start when I was at the mall. Telling me he was sorry, that he knew we were due for a new battery, and that he would fix it when he got back home.
He asked me how I got home, and I told him a guy saw I was having trouble and asked if he could help me. What I said went right over my husband’s head, because people are very friendly where we live. He told me that was nice of him, and I said I felt sorry for the guy because it was pouring down rain and he got soaked fixing the car. So I asked him to sit in the car until the rain let up and he could dry off a little. thanking him, and offering him some money, which he wouldn’t take, so we sat and talked while it continued to rain so hard you couldn’t see outside.
My husband asked what we talked about, and I told him work, family, our marriage, and other things. The guy was married and his wife was very much like me in the sexual department, and that rarely had sex. It was at this time my husband woke up and asked me if I was making this up or telling him the truth. He didn’t believe me and asked again if I was telling him the truth, which I said I was, and that the guy sitting in the car with me told me he felt very lonely sexually.
I could tell my husband actually believed me and my story. I told him I told the guy I was married and could never have sex with him, but was interested in what he thought. I then told him I decided that since the guy wouldn’t take any money to help me, I would give him a blow job instead, if he was good with it.
My husband knows that is one of my favorite things to do with him, so he knew I could actually say something like that to the guy. My husband was going crazy and asked me did he accept my offer. I told him, yes he did and I sucked him off in the front seat of our car, telling him his cock was as big as the ones in the movies we watch, and he came more than my husband ever did, which surprised me on how much cum I could swallow.
I knew my husband was loving my story. After he settled down, he again asked me if this happened or not. I told him it was my secret and he would have to just wonder. Basically, making him believe I did it without actually having done it. Needless to say, our sex life made a big improvement that night, and the real cuckolding was so much easier to do after that.