The Journey of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 1

For years you asked your wife to be, for lack of a better term, a dominant cuckoldress. For years she turned you down. She understood your desires and she wasn't the slightest bit unkind when she turned you down, but she was steadfast in her denial.

Everything changed while you were on vacation a few years ago. You were in Las Vegas in a suite at the NoMad. The hotel is inspired by elegant, old European homes and hotels and the rooms have something of an elegant, gothic vibe. It's nothing like staying in a 400 year old European hotel, but it feels as if they're trying for that sort of thing.

You were preparing to go out to dinner. You'd made a reservation at a high end steakhouse and you had on a suit. Your wife was in a remarkably sexy navy blue dress that showed off plenty of cleavage - it was Vegas, after all - and stopped just past mid thigh. She'd paired it with stockings - those were for your viewing pleasure, as she'd put it - and a pair of strappy navy blue heels.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed and struggling with the strap of her heel. You could see the frustration on her face and hear it in her voice. You went over and dropped to one knee in front of her. You gently placed your hands on hers and said, "Let me help you with that."

You lowered your second knee and felt a gentle wave of excitement wash over you at the notion of being on your knees in front of your beautiful wife. Following that excitement, you ran your hands down her stocking-clad legs, starting at the knees and taking your time as you moved over her shins, back around to her calves, and to the backs of her feet.

You then attached each of the straps around the backs of her heels and ran your fingers over her feet. You'd done it all quite slowly - and selfishly so, really, because it felt so good to you - and when you'd finished you felt a touch embarrassed at having indulged in your fetish without your wife's permission.

"Sorry about that," you said as you looked up at her.

Her face was unreadable. She seemed neither annoyed nor happy. You would have bet on annoyed - she'd been clear about her lack of desire to dominate you - but it was also possible she'd just have been confused since she might not have known what you were doing on your knees.

"That felt nice," she finally said after a few seconds of agonizing silence.

"Yeah?"

Your wife nodded. "Your touch felt nice, but there was something else. A sense of...I don't know, deference, maybe, that felt good. Maybe even a little bit exciting."

You leaned forward and kissed her leg just above the knee. You held your lips against her stocking for a few moments and then moved to her other leg.

"It would make me happy to defer to you," you said softly. "To do...to do as you desire. To serve your desires."

You sat back and caressed her legs, slowly running your fingers over the tops of her thighs, past her knees, and over her calves, applying gentle pressure to offer something akin to a massage. You could see the pleasure of it on her face and her eyes momentarily closed as she smiled.

"And what if my desires aren't aligned with yours?" she asked.

The thing that surprised you was that she was even considering your need to serve, to submit. She'd never done that before. "Your desires are my desires," you said.

She considered your response for what felt like ages but was likely no more than a handful of seconds. Then she reached out and ran her fingers through your hair before caressing your face. Her hand remained against your cheek as she said, "I believe you, and I'm fairly certain that you actually behave – on a day to day basis at home - in a way that backs up that notion. We have sex the way I like to have sex. We generally go to eat where I like to eat even though you usually suggest the restaurant. We see the movies I like to see. You offer me plenty of foot rubs and body massages while almost never asking for anything in return."

"It makes me happy to rub you," you said.

"It would make you even happier if I was openly dominant, wouldn't it?"

You nodded.

"I have to be honest," she began, "I can't do that at home. I don't know why, but I just can't. Something about it just rubs me the wrong way. It feels strange, like my brain is telling me that it would upset the balance of things to such an extent that our marriage would be in jeopardy."

It felt like she'd gotten your hopes up - even if that wasn't entirely true - and then pulled the rug out from under you.

"Here, though, in this hotel room, on this vacation, it feels different," she said.

Your mood changed in an instant. Along with that sense of elation came a stirring between your legs and a quickening of your pulse.

"Seeing you on your knees like that and recognizing that you were, in a small way I suppose, offering your submission as you helped me with my heels...that felt good," she explained.

You wanted to push her dress up to her waist and worship her pussy. You wanted to massage her all night. You wanted to take her heels off and kiss and lick and suck on her toes. You contained your desires, though, and remained still as she looked down at you.

"I think, within certain contexts, I can give you what you want, or at least try," she said.

There was a looming question. After all, it wasn't just domination that you craved. You weren't sure if it was wise to ask the question, though. "Thank you," you said. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your willingness to try this, to try any version of this...thing of mine."

"Of your fetish?" she asked softly.

You looked up at your wife and nodded. That's what it was, after all. A fetish. A kink. A gently deviant desire that ignited an overwhelming level of lust in you whenever you mentally indulged - via masturbation - in your fetish.

"You don't have to do this," you said as a wave of...well, embarrassment washed over you.

She reached out and caressed your face. "This wouldn't be a sacrifice for me. Doing all of this at home, that would be hard for me. But here, right now, in this hotel room, it doesn't feel hard. It feels easy. More than that, it feels good. Exciting, even."

"Really?" you asked as a deeply uncomfortable sense of vulnerability coursed through you.

She nodded and then leaned forward and kissed you softly. Then your beautiful wife smiled and said, "Your fetish isn't just about being dominated though, is it?"

You shook your head.

"There's another part to it. A part where I get involved with another man."

"Yes."

She wasn't saying she would do it. She was simply talking about it, and yet you could feel an intense kind of arousal ripping through you at the mere notion of your wife sleeping with another man.

Your wife sat up and said, "Rub my legs. Gently, though. I don't want a run in my stockings."

It was as simple as a command could be and yet it was exciting. Beyond exciting. You rubbed her legs, starting with her thighs. You offered a gentle massage from your knees and your body hummed with submissive pleasure. It was a small version of it, of course, but it was the first time you'd truly felt any sense of domination from her and it was astonishingly pleasurable.

"I've thought about the other part of your fetish," she said.

You felt your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Your wife smiled. "Not in the way you're thinking. Or probably not, at least. I just mean that I've considered what it would be like to make that fantasy a reality. Because that's the sort of thing that ruins most marriages, you know? Complete and utter destruction. But of course, if you're the one requesting it then it's not cheating. It's not a breach of trust. So that changes it. Then I could just have sex with other people, or with one other person if I wanted something closer to a relationship."

Despite the analytical nature of what she was saying, you felt a wealth of excitement as you pictured your wife having sex with numerous other men before shifting to picturing her with a boyfriend of sorts and having lots of sex with just one man.

"Would I be right in saying that you're even more turned on by the idea of me having sex with someone else?" she asked as you rubbed her calves.

"Yes," you admitted.

"Well, then you'll be happy to know that I'm fairly certain I could find a way to make that work. I mean, I didn't have a massive number of partners before we met, but I did sleep with more men than most of my friends."

That was new information to you and she noticed the surprise on your face.

"Does that excite you or disappoint you?"

"It excites me," you admitted as you ran your fingers over her knees and up her inner thighs, working them under her dress until you'd caressed the lace top of her stockings.

"When I was in college, I had a threesome with my boyfriend and a guy friend of his," she said.

It was just a handful of words, and yet her confession excited you in a rather massive fashion. You felt your heart pounding. Your dick was well on its way to an erection. Her smile might have been the most pleasing part of it all, as she seemed genuinely delighted at your reaction.

"It was my boyfriend's idea," your wife continued. "I was into it right away, if I'm being honest, but I acted like I needed to be convinced. I don't know why, I just had this sense that he would be a little weirded out if I jumped on board right away, like he'd think I was a little too interested in fucking his friend."

"Did you want to fuck his friend?"

She nodded. "This was not a serious boyfriend. He was the kind of fun fling you have in college where the sex is really hot and you know that it's not going anywhere long term so you actually double down on the sex, having as much of it as you can because you know it's all going to go away in the not too distant future."

You felt like you were getting to know a different version of your wife, which was not something that typically happened after nearly a decade together.

"What was the threesome like?" you asked.

Your wife looked down at you as you rubbed her calves. She didn't say a word, though, and then leaned back and rolled her neck until she was looking up at the ceiling. Then she moaned like she was getting fucked. There was no other way to interpret it. She unleashed a moan of pure lust. You weren't sure why she did it, but it was exciting nonetheless.

Then she looked at you, smiled, and asked, "Can I be honest?"

"Of course you can."

"The threesome was considerably better than I'd imagined it would be. At first I'd agreed in part because my boyfriend's friend was really cute and I was attracted to him. Plus, it was kind of one of those things you do when you're young because some part of you knows that you're not going to do it when you get older. When it actually happened, though, it turned out to be kind of incredible."

"Really?"

She nodded and smiled, though this time she had a faraway look on her face and it seemed to you that she was reliving the memory. You wondered how long it had been since she'd recalled that night. You ran your hands up her legs, over her knees, and over her inner thighs. You pushed further this time, though, running one hand all the way to her pussy and pressing it against her panties, which felt soft and a little damp.

At first, your wife moaned like you'd managed to make her feel quite good. Then she grabbed your arm and pulled your hand from between her legs. "Did I give you permission to touch my pussy?" she asked.

You shook your head and tried not to smile from the sense of excitement you felt. "Sorry."

"You must wait for permission before you indulge in your desire to pleasure me," she said.

"I will. I'm sorry."

She extended her hand and said, "Kiss it."

You planted a handful of kisses on the back of her hand and she pulled it away and ran her fingers through your hair. It was a soothing, gently dominating gesture that filled you with a deep sense of contentment.

"I’m wet," she said.

"I know. I felt it."

Your wife stared down at you and bit her lower lip in a decidedly flirty manner. It was a gesture you hadn't seen in years and it immediately made her seem far more youthful.

"I think we should skip the restaurant," she said.

"I agree."

She stood. "Help me out of my dress."

You stood and she spun around. You unzipped her dress and worked it over her hips and down her legs. You picked it up and returned it to the hanger in the closet from where she'd pulled it.

You returned to find your wife lying facedown in the bed in her bra, panties, stockings, and heels.

"Remove my heels," she said.

You rushed to the side of the bed, dropped to your knees, and carefully removed her heels, setting them in the closet beneath where the dress hung.

"Rub my feet," she instructed.

You returned to the side of the bed to find your wife on her back. You fell to your knees once more and rubbed your wife's stocking-clad feet. She moaned softly and then sat up on her elbows and smiled at you.

"The threesome started on the ratty little couch in my boyfriend's dorm room. I had on a skirt and a sweater and there was a guy sitting on either side of me. I kissed my boyfriend first and then turned to kiss his friend. I kissed them both really, really deeply. I had my hands on each of their thighs. They had their hands all over me, too."

"May I rub your legs, too?" you asked.

"You may."

Asking for permission and receiving it proved thrilling. Even a small taste of the dom/sub dynamic was enough to excite you in the early days of your experimentation with fetish.

"My sweater was off fairly quickly. My skirt followed. Soon they were both shirtless, too. Their pants followed. One would kiss my neck while the other had his tongue in my mouth. One would play with my tits while the other rubbed my pussy through my panties. I would stroke both of them while I was busy turning from one to the other for kisses."

You still couldn't quite believe that your wife had actually had a threesome with two guys. She'd always been at least somewhat sexually adventurous, but not to that degree. You fell a little more in love with her as she shared her experience, though.

"Eventually I ended up with a dick in each hand," she said as you stood to rub her calves and thighs in a slow, deliberate manner so as to not cause a run in her stockings. "It was different than I thought it would be. It was hot. It was sexy. They were both so turned on and so eager. They didn't seem awkward at all, which I'll admit was surprising. I thought for sure they'd be terrified about touching each other in that gay panic kind of way that young straight men are often susceptible to."

You wanted to run your fingers all the way up her thighs and rub her pussy a little, so you asked for permission. "May I pleasure you a little? May I rub your pussy a little through your panties?"

"No," she said.

Even being denied was hot.

"After some stroking and fingering foreplay that ended up with all of us naked, I got on my knees. I moved between my boyfriend's legs and gave him a blowjob while I stroked his friend. Then I moved between his friend's legs and gave him a blowjob while I stroked my boyfriend. I moved back and forth a few times, actually, and I found it oddly pleasurable to indulge in an admittedly slutty activity, or at least an activity that my friends would have labeled as slutty."

Your dick was hard in your pants. Your wife's pussy was wet, too. You could see it through her panties. She was damn near soaked, in fact.

"I put a condom on my boyfriend's cock and climbed into his lap on the couch. I took him inside me and began to ride him. His friend masturbated while he watched and that went on for a few minutes. Then I told his friend to stand up. I turned my head and told him to give me his cock. I gave him a blowjob while riding my boyfriend's dick."

Then she moaned. She arched her back and she moaned. She took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them in a manner you found utterly enthralling. She was reliving the memory of a threesome with two other men and she was getting massively turned on.

Your wife took her bra off and said, "Strip."

You removed your clothes and resumed rubbing her legs. She looked at you and opened her arms. You crawled on top of her. You kissed her deeply and then she pushed on the top of your head and guided you to her breasts.

"You may rub your cock against my panties while you suck on my tits," she said.

You did exactly as your wife instructed and you took just as much pleasure from having been instructed as you did in the physical sensation of rubbing your dick over her soft, wet panties.

"After a while we switched and my boyfriend's friend put on a condom. I got on his cock. I rode him. My boyfriend clearly wanted to try my mouth in that position, so he pulled off his condom and fed me his cock. I was really close to cumming at that point and I distinctly remember how exciting it felt to have an orgasm with a dick in my pussy and another in my mouth."

Your wife moaned as you moved to her other nipple and continued to rub your dick over her panty-clad pussy.

"Fuck...baby...I can't believe how turned on I am," she said. "I think I'd forgotten about how much fun I'd had when I was younger...how much I enjoyed cutting loose...maybe I really could make you my cuckold."

You very nearly came. It wasn't so much the words she'd used as the notion behind them. She was, after all, informing you that she might very well make your most potent sexual fantasy into a reality.

"Can I fuck you?" you asked.

She took your head in her hands and pulled your lips to hers. She kissed you with such depth and passion that you were absolutely certain she would let you inside her.

"No, you may not fuck me," she said with a smile. "We're in Vegas for three more days. I have no idea if I'll actually cuckold you, but if I was going to do it anywhere, this would be the place, and if I'm going to cuckold and dominate you then I'm not going to let your cock in my pussy. So, if I haven't fucked someone else by the last day of our trip, you can have your way with me. Until then, you'll be servicing me with your mouth."

She pushed down on the top of your head until you got the message and slid between her legs.

"Eat my pussy," she said. "Through my panties first."

You licked your wife's pussy through her panties and she closed her eyes and moaned while playing with her tits.

"I had my first orgasm that night while sucking my boyfriend's cock and riding his friend. I can still remember how it felt, how it seemed that my whole body shook as I came, how my boyfriend's friend played with my tits and squeezed my ass while my pussy contracted around his cock."

She moaned from the erotic ministrations of your tongue and arched her back a little. You wondered if she was on the verge of having an orgasm a lot like the one she'd had that night.

Then she pushed on the top of your head and you pulled back and looked up at her. "Take my panties off."

You removed her panties and crawled back between her legs.

"After my first orgasm we moved to the bed. They took turns fucking me while the other watched. It's strange to think of doing that kind of thing now, but in the moment I was completely turned on because both of these guys wanted me so badly. I felt like the center of the world in that moment. I think there was a bit of competitiveness happening between them, too, as they both really gave it to me. Hard and fast in a way I enjoyed. I actually managed to cum on both their cocks, giving me three orgasms up to that point."

She pulled your mouth to her pussy once more and you began licking her clit in earnest.

"After my orgasms I suggested that one of them take me from behind while I give the other head. Both their eyes lit up at that. I think maybe that's what they'd both dreamed of, the fucking me at the same time kind of thing. I'm honestly not sure why I was up for it - I'm not sure why I was up for any of it - but I was. I really was."

You slipped your fingers inside her and licked her clit with slow, insistent strokes of your tongue.

"My boyfriend took me from behind while I blew his friend. It turned out to be more difficult to give a blowjob while getting fucked, but I found a rhythm after a minute or so."

She played with her tits and arched her back again. You could tell she was getting close to cumming.

"My boyfriend came hard while I was sucking his friend's dick. I got really turned on at the idea of pleasuring him in that way while also having a dick in my mouth. As soon as my boyfriend pulled out I had his friend put on a condom and asked him how he wanted to cum. He told me to get on top, so I did. I went from having one dick inside me to having another. I rode him hard and fast and he came in less than a minute. I kissed him afterwards and told them both that I'd had an exceptionally good time. I did, too. Fuck, I really did."

She was right there. Right on the verge of an orgasm. You did everything you could to push her over the top. You did so because you wanted her to have an orgasm while thinking about fucking two other guys.

You got your wife off in a big way. She moaned louder than you'd heard he moan in a long time. Her pussy seemed wetter than you could remember, too.

After her climax, your wife sat up on her elbows and smiled at you. "Well, that was incredible."

You sat back on your knees and she looked at your dick, which was stiff with desire.

"Did all of that turn you on?"

"Very much so," you admitted.

"Let's order room service for dinner," she said. "You can give me a massage while we wait."

It seemed that she wasn't going to tend to your cock, which you found both thrilling and frustrating. You knew that frustration was a part of being a submissive cuckold, though, and you were ready to grapple with that.

"I want to go out after dinner, though," she said. "I want to go to a bar or a club. I want to try flirting a little. Maybe dancing with another guy. I don't know. Maybe kissing another guy. I don't know. We'll see."

The promise of watching her flirt - among other things - was more than enough to kick your submissive self into overdrive. You were going to do whatever it took to make your wife happy and comfortable enough to try flirting with someone else that night, so you ordered room service, got to work on giving her a massage, and tried to contain the overwhelming sense of excitement you felt at how the rest of your night and vacation might unfold.