The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 2

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You were seated on the third level of The Chandelier, an inventively conceived bar in The Cosmopolitan hotel in Vegas. On your left was a view of a handful of Alice in Wonderland inspired decorations, though if you leaned over the edge you could see all the way down to the casino floor, such was the design of this delightful bar.

You weren't terribly interested in the decor, though. It was your wife that captivated you. You could see her through the crowd. She was sitting at the bar. Her legs were crossed and her dress had ridden up, leaving a fair bit of thigh exposed. She had a drink in front of her and she was sipping it slowly.

The drink had purchased by a brave young man. You suspected he was celebrating his 21st birthday and had decided to take a swing at the beautiful older woman at the bar. She'd turned him down at first - you saw her shake her head - but he persisted. Your wife accepted his offer of a drink and she talked with him for a few minutes before he walked away. You saw him go back to his friends and you were fairly certain they made fun of him for striking out, though you couldn't help but appreciate his boldness.

Two tables away from yours a young couple had started making out. They seemed familiar enough with each other that you surmised they'd been together for at least a handful of months. They were still quite lusty for each other, though, as their tongues danced in that wild, sloppy manner that is so often a trademark of youth. His hand grabbed her tits through her slinky, sparkly halter top numerous times and the movement of her arm suggested she was giving him an over the pants handjob under the table. Were the bar a little less crowded they likely would have been kicked out, but all three levels were chock full of eager revelers and it seemed that no one had noticed the couple on the verge of fucking in the bar.

They distracted you long enough that someone was sitting next to your wife when you looked back. He was dressed in dark slacks and a dark button up shirt. He had a remarkably strong jaw with the kind of five o'clock shadow that only a certain man seemed to be able to pull off. Your wife was leaning towards him as they talked, a surefire sign that she was interested in him.

You wished you were closer, as you couldn't hear a thing from your spot all the way across the bar. You heard the girl a few tables away moan, though. You glanced towards them and saw her boyfriend's hand had moved under the table. The look on her face made it seem obvious she was getting fingered, or that her clit was being rubbed through her panties at the very least. It made you think of your wife and the threesome story she'd told you earlier that night. You thought of her getting fucked from behind while she sucked dick, of her happily giving her college boyfriend and his friend the full run of her body so they could all enjoy the kind of carnal pleasure you really only engage in when you're young.

You looked back towards your wife and she wasn't there. You froze as panic gripped you. The guy she'd been talking to was gone, too. Your head whipped around as you searched the bar.

You found them at a table at the outer edge of the bar in the opposite direction of the young couple. Your wife was looking at the sparkly decorations - the bar was designed to look like a chandelier from the outside - that hung on the outside of the entire place. The guy was sitting next to her and you saw him glance at her breasts. They were a lot closer to you, though still not close enough to hear, so you weren't sure what he said to lure her attention back to him.

She laughed, though. She laughed and she reached over to rest her hand on his arm. She did it for just a moment, but he smiled. He smiled because he knew what it meant. You were certain of it. Your wife had just signaled that she was into him, though accepting his invitation to move from the bar to a table was also a surefire sign she was into him.

You ordered a second drink when a waitress came over. You waited until she was gone to turn your attention back to your wife. She was laughing. It seemed real. She was enjoying herself. She was enjoying the flirting.

You were too. You hadn't entirely noticed it, but you were excited. Filled with angst, too, but excited. Not in a sporting-a-boner kind of way, but in a heart pounding kind of way.

Then it happened. He'd said something funny. Your wife had laughed and turned towards him. Just as her smile faded, he reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear. It was the universal signal for an incoming kiss. She signaled her desire to receive his kiss by leaning in a little bit.

He went for it. He caressed her face and leaned in. Their lips met. She turned her head a little. You stopped breathing as you watched. You gripped your glass in a remarkably tight fashion. The pounding of your heart seemed to drown out the music and the din of conversation.

He pulled back a little. He ran his fingers through her hair and his hand rested on her cheek. Your wife smiled and then she leaned in. This time she opened her mouth. He did the same. For a moment you saw their tongues entwine before their lips met.

The kiss had gone to the next level. Now they seemed a lot like a more mature version of the young couple you'd watched. It wasn't a frenzied kiss, but it was deep. It was long, too, like they were both exploring their newfound desire for each other having a grand time doing it.

Your wife looked a little dazed - in a good way - when the kiss ended. Her nipples were hard, too. Even from your distant vantage point you could see them poking through her dress.

She offered him a bright, beautiful smile and then sipped her drink. They started to talk again. They were closer now. They were both leaning in.

For a little while they alternated between talking and kissing. It struck you as the sort of thing that adults did. Your wife and her suitor were old enough to have control over their desires. Young people just surrendered to their hormones and barreled towards the inevitable conclusion. There’s something sweeter about delaying the release when you older, though.

That's when you considered that your wife might actually sleep with him. You hadn't considered it until that moment, but then it was in your head. You played out the evening. It went from kissing to some groping to an invitation back to his hotel room to sex, to your wife fucking someone else, to your wife cuckolding you.

Again you found yourself holding your breath. The sound in the bar went away. You watched your wife set her drink on the table and initiate a kiss with him. This time it was her fingers in his hair and her hand caressing his face. It was her tongue entering his mouth.

It was his hand that moved to her side, that pulled her closer, that ventured towards her breasts. It was his hand that boldly grasped one of her breasts through the thin material of her dress. It was your wife, though, that seemed to moan as he touched her in that way. You couldn't be sure, but she pulled back just a little and her mouth was open while her eyes were closed.

Then she leaned back and his hand fell away. She smiled at him, though. She liked that he'd touched her in that way, that he'd been bold enough to do so. Your wife grabbed her drink and surprised you by finishing it in one gulp. She set the glass down, gripped it for a moment, and then looked back at her suitor.

She leaned in and kissed him. She did so while getting as close as she could without being in his lap. Then her hand moved under the table. You had no idea what she was doing, but you pictured her fingers inching their way up his leg until they'd found his cock. You pictured her stroking him just like the young woman had clearly been doing to her boyfriend.

This was much hotter. This was your wife stroking someone else's dick in a Vegas bar. This was your wife sucking on that man's tongue while she stroked his dick. This was your wife fully exploring the thing she'd said she could never do. Clearly she was wrong. Clearly she just needed the circumstances to be right.

She pulled back and her hand reappeared. She reached for her drink and seemingly remembered that it was empty. She picked up the glass, looked at him, and said something. He got up and headed for the bar.

Your wife pulled out her phone. You watched her type out a message. Unsurprisingly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be," she texted.

"It's really hot to watch," you replied.

"Should I fuck him?"

You stared at your phone and then looked towards your wife. She was smiling at you.

"I need an answer before he comes back with our drinks."

You turned towards the bar and saw him waiting. You probably didn't have long to answer her. You wanted her to fuck him. That was your fantasy, or at least part of it. At the same time, it all seemed so rushed. It seemed insane for her to fuck him. It seemed insane that you were the one that would be making the decision, though, so maybe your wife was just testing you.

"Yes, you should fuck him," you replied.

She read the message, smiled, and slipped her phone into her handbag. He returned a few minutes later and she greeted him with a kiss as soon as he set the drinks down.

They spent another half hour talking, drinking, and fooling around. There were kisses. There was touching. There was kissing and touching. There was fondling of her tits. Both your wife and the guy let their hands drift under the table at various points.

It was an extended foreplay session and it felt like you were participating, like you were involved in the kissing and touching. You got turned on every single time you watched them kiss. You got more turned on when they touched each other. You got turned on thinking about your wife taking the plunge and actually fucking him. You pictured it a whole bunch of times, in fact, and each time it was an insanely hot experience.

You shifted in your seat at one point and noticed quite a bit of wetness in your pants. You hadn't gotten hard, and yet you were turned on enough to be leaking quite a bit of precum. It was a bit embarrassing, but mostly you were amazed at just how hot it was to watch your wife fool around with another man.

Then it seemed like it was over. Your wife pulled her phone out and handed it to him. He must have been giving her his number. They kissed again - a long kiss with lots of tongue - and then he got up and left.

"Wait here for ten minutes. Then make your way to the tram," she texted.

Your wife was gone by the time you looked up at your phone. You considered disregarding her instructions, but you thought back to earlier in the night and how you'd expressed your desire to submit to her, to cater to her needs.

So you stayed at the bar for ten minutes. You watched the young couple fool around a little more. You watched an older guy strike out with a handful of women. You watched a prostitute - at least you think she was a prostitute - negotiate a deal with that guy and leave with him.

Then your timer went off. Ten minutes was up. You got up and rushed out of The Chandelier. You headed for the tram that would take you back to the NoMad. You weren't sure if you'd see your wife or if she expected you to go back to your room and wait for her to come home.

You saw her at the tram station. It was cool and breezy and she was sitting next to the guy. You decided to wait on the other side of the clear plastic - or maybe some kind of glass - enclosure that the tram would enter when it arrived so you didn't bother her. You had a view, though.

That view let you watch as your wife kissed him. It let you see him put his hand down the front of her dress to play with her tits. It let you see her stroke his cock through his slacks. It let you see him pull his hand from the front of her dress and move it to her thighs. It let you see your wife spread her thighs so his fingers could venture between them and move towards her panties.

The view wasn't perfect, but you were fairly certain you watched another man finger your wife sitting there at the tram station. There was probably a security camera watching them, but your wife didn't seem to care. She was too busy stroking a man's dick through his slacks and getting her pussy fingered as she kissed him with heat and passion.

Your dick was hard. Of course it was hard. Your wife was practically cuckolding you in public.

The tram appeared down the track. Your wife and her new friend fooled around right up until it pulled into the enclosure and blocked your view. You stood and rushed around to the other side so you could board the tram. You saw your wife standing there with the guy's arm around her. You saw them step into one of the tram cars.

You made a snap decision to get on the tram car with them. They sat on the padded bench at one end and you sat on the bench at the other end.

The tram doors closed and the car lurched to life. Your wife immediately unzipped his pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She smiled. "Don't worry. That's my husband. He wants to watch. He won't do a damn thing to stop me. He wants to see me pleasure you."

The guy turned to you as your wife freed his cock. A moment later her head was in his lap and his dick was in her mouth. She sucked voraciously. It seemed to you that she intended on making him cum before the brief tram ride was over.

"Oh my god," he said before moaning. "Fuck, that feels so good."

Your wife moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked while sucking him.

He came in her mouth not long after. His eyes rolled back in his head and he filled the small tram car with wild moans of pleasure. Your wife's lips were sealed tight around his dick as she took his load while you watched with a wondrously throbbing erection in your pants.

The tram slowed as your wife lifted her head and swallowed. He tucked his cock back into his pants and she looked at him and smiled.

"That was fun," she said.

"It was."

"I'll probably be in touch," she added. "No guarantees, but I really enjoyed spending time with you."

He smiled. "Please get in touch. Seriously. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He got up, nodded towards you like he was thanking you for loaning him your wife, and left.

She got up and extended her hand. You stood and took it. You stepped out of the tram right before the doors closed and your wife kissed you deeply.

You tasted his cum. You tasted it on her tongue. Your cock reached a state of stiffness it had never reached before and the desire you felt dwarfed any you'd ever experienced.

"I want you," you said. "Holy fuck do I want you."

She smiled. "I know. You can't have me, though."

Her face was unreadable. She was testing you. She wanted to see your reaction. She wanted to see if you could actually handle not getting what you wanted.

You were frustrated. Deeply frustrated. She'd just made your fantasy come true, except your fantasy involved you cumming. Instead it seemed that she was intent on denying you.

"You will have my pussy, but not with your cock. You'll use your tongue and perhaps your fingers to pleasure me once we get back to our room. You'll do so while I think about my new friend. I'll think about his cock. I'll think about how he kissed me. I'll think about his fingers felt inside me. I'll think about how his cock felt in my mouth. I'll think about how his cum tasted. I'll think about all of that and you'll tend to my pussy with the full knowledge that you will not be cumming tonight, that you will not be cumming on this vacation unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

This was the moment. This was the moment where you had to decide if you really wanted your fantasy of being a submissive cuckold to become reality, or if you were the kind of man who couldn't actually handle that sort of thing.

Thankfully, you chose wisely.

"Yes, I understand."

She smiled, took your hand, and led you back to your room where you'd spend an hour tending to her desires before you fell asleep with your cock pressed against her soft, perfect ass and desires of all kinds rampaging through your head.