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As I sat at the bar, alone and pondering, my wife slipped in beside me. Her high heels clicked as she walked, and I knew she wore her tightest little black dress just for me. I smiled at her, thinking maybe we’d go back home and enjoy each other like we used to, until she spoke.

“Darling,” she cooed, “remember how we talked about me exploring my dominant side?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Of course. But I didn’t think—”

She interrupted me. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I’ve decided I want to move forward with it. Would you be interested in being my submissive?”

I wasn’t sure. The idea had at all times turned me on in theory, but now it was so sudden. “I mean, what kind of stuff were you thinking?”

“Ones that involve you watching me with another man. A cuckold, if you will.”

I swallowed heavily, trying not to look her in the eye. This was new territory. But I couldn’t say no. The chance to please her in every way efficient was too much to pass up.

“Okay,” I said weakly, “we can try it.”

She smiled, faux-innocently. “Are you sure? Because there’s no turning back after this.”

I nodded, and she leaned in to kiss me. As her lips brushed against mine, I felt the passion between us create and everything else began to fade away. She pulled away from me, her hazel eyes piercing. I knew what was about to happen and so did she. It was time for her to claim me as her own.

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The next morning, I woke to my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was a text message from her.

“Hey baby, I’m going to the gym. Be sure to be ready for tonight.”

I knew what that meant. I was gonna be her cuckold. My body tensed as I wondered about the possibilities (and the limits). How much was I eager to take? How deep would we go?

I tried to pass the day by simply spending time with friends and family, but I just couldn’t shake the wondered of her and another man. Was she gonna enjoy it? Would she be satisfied? I just had to keep reminding myself that this was something she wanted, something she needed. And I was determined to give her everything she craved.

As the night drew closer, my anxiety grew. When she came home, I was dressed in my finest clothes. A white silk shirt and black dress pants. I knew that she loved to see me in it. She smiled at me, “Are you ready?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wanted to give my wife everything, even if it meant losing a piece of myself in the process.

We made our way to a fancy hotel located a few blocks away from our house. My heart pounding, I followed my wife to the room. As we entered, I noticed the tall, dark-skinned man standing against the wall, waiting. He was wearing black leather pants and no shirt. His muscles were defined, a perfect specimen in every sense of the word.

She greeted him with a kiss, sharing some details about the rest of the night that I couldn’t hear, and then approached me.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked.

I nodded and smiled at her, despite my nerves. I could tell in that moment that I was more aroused than I ever had been before. Being under her complete and total control had awakened a primal, sensual side of me that I never knew existed until now.

My wife walked me over to a chair and gently pushed me into it. Then, she unbuttoned my shirt. Each button seemed like an eternity. She lingered on each one, teasing me, drawing out my anticipation. Once she was done, she stepped back and admiringly gazed at the flesh on display.

As the other man approached me, my wife undressed. She was wearing sexy black lingerie that made my mouth dry and my pants grow uncomfortably tight. I knew in that moment; I was gonna be watching something gorgeous, yet also excruciatingly painful.

The man kneeled down in front of me and began to slowly unbuckle his pants. Once he was fully undressed, he revealed a thick, black cock hanging between his legs. It was hardening by the second, and he soon approached me, erect and confident.

My wife helped position me so that I had a clear view of the action. Then, with a dirty look in her eyes, she stepped forward, took the man by the hand, and led him to the bed.

I watched from my chair as my wife explored the man’s body. The way she caressed his muscles, teasing him with her touch, got me harder than I’d ever been before. She pulled him onto the bed, and he hovered over her, his strong hands exploring and ripping her lingerie to shreds.

As the man entered her, my wife’s eyes locked into mine. I couldn’t look away, as arousal spread through my body like wildfire. I could hear her moans and soft gasps filling the room, working me up even more until I was pitching a tent in my pants. But her gaze never wavered. Instead, it deepened, drawing me closer.

For the remainder of playtime, she only had eyes for me. As the man was hitting all the right spots and making her moan with pleasure, my wife kept her gaze locked with mine, letting me know that this was all for me, that I was the one she truly wanted holding her, even if it was only in spirit.

Finally, it was over. My wife gave the man a gentle kiss and led him out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, she came back to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

I smiled, out of breath. “More than I ever thought possible.”

She chuckled, kissing me softly on the lips. “Thank you for letting me explore my desires.”

The following months, I could feel a deep, powerful shift in my relationship with my beloved wife. I know that some would never find out how I could let another man touch my wife, but ultimately, it was our connection and love that bound us, and this experience only deepened it.

Looking back on it all, I can see that the cuckold experience liberated us both. It showed me that to hold nothing back for the sake of love and pleasure can elevate us to new heights, to a new level of connection that we never knew existed before. And that, ultimately, was worth any risk, any sacrifice or temporary discomfort.
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