The Luckiest Cuckold - Part 1

"He's cheating on me. He's cheating on me. I’m sure of it."

Naomi was pacing back and forth at such pace that Louis thought she might wear a track into the carpet. Her facial expressions veered from anger to despair to annoyance to jealousy and back again. He wasn't entirely sure how to help his wife, though, as it was a fairly unique situation she found herself in.

"Can I just..."

Naomi stopped. "Don't say it, Louis."

"Well, at the risk of being yelled at, or worse I suppose, I feel like I have to point out that he wouldn't really be cheating on you even if he was sleeping with another woman, or even multiple other women."

She put her hands on her hips and though it was an inopportune time, Louis noted that his wife managed to make a sweater and jeans look utterly ravishing. She must have noticed the way he was staring as she cracked a quick smile before the annoyance returned.

"Plus," he added, "you're not even certain he's seeing other women. You said he was texting with someone last time you were there and he tried to hide his phone screen? I mean, that's not really a guarantee that he's having sex with someone else."

"He is," Naomi shot back. "He's fucking someone else. I mean, I'm almost certain of it."

"Why?"

She began pacing again, completing half a dozen laps before she stopped, turned to Louis, and said, "Have you seen him, Louis? I mean, have you? He's gorgeous. He's got a great body. You know he's fucking confident. He's the kind of man that women want to fuck. He's the kind of man that women walk up to in a grocery store and start flirting with. He's the kind of man who could get laid any night of the week by just going into a bar with at least one single woman."

Naomi paced as Louis felt just a touch of jealousy. It was far from the first time he'd felt that with regards to the man his wife was cuckolding him with. The jealousy always felt a bit worse when he felt it outside of an erotic context, though, as the reward for being cuckolded - the huge levels of arousal and the great orgasms - was nowhere to be found when the eroticism wasn't present.

"Have you talked to him about being exclusive?" Louis asked.

She shook her head. "I can't do that. I mean, I'm not exclusive."

He chuckled. "But you still want it, right?”

She shot him an annoyed look and shrugged her shoulders.

“You're not exclusive to him but you want him to be exclusive to you? That doesn't make a lot of sense, Naomi."

Her shoulders sank. "I know it doesn't and I don't know why I'm feeling this way. It's just...I hate the way I feel when I think about him being with other women."

He opened his arms and Naomi rushed towards the couch and cuddled up next to him. Louis ran his fingers through his wife's impossibly soft blonde hair and kissed the top of her head.

"It's stupid," she said softly. "I know it's stupid. I'm not his girlfriend. I'm...I don't know, his fuck buddy, I guess. It's just...I have these intense feelings of inadequacy when I think about him having sex with other women."

"Why?"

She took a deep breath. "Because for whatever reason I can't help but think that they make him feel better than I do. That they make him cum harder. That they...I don't know, that they give better blowjobs or that they have sex in weird positions that he really wants to try out or that some of them are willing to have anal sex and so he likes them better."

"You've got a whole thing going on, huh? This whole world in your head where Colin's got a harem of women that cater to his every need."

She laughed and rested a hand on his chest. "Kind of, yeah."

"From what you've told me, it certainly sounds like you make Colin feel really, really good. You usually have sex multiple times when you see him, it sounds like he cums really hard when he's with you, and it's not like he's browsing Tinder while having sex with you, you know?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "This must be weird for you, huh? Listening to me talk about my anxieties about the other guy I'm having sex with. Helping me through my relationship issues with another man. I'm sorry, Louis."

"You don't have to be sorry. I'll admit that it's unusual, but I'm an unusual guy. I mean, how many men are into their wives having sex with other people? How many men have insanely hot orgasms when they get to hear the details of the sex their wife had with another guy?"

She rubbed his leg. "Not many, I suppose. I don't think you're weird, by the way, and I like that you're unusual. I mean, your desires mean that I get to have really mind-blowing sex with a guy like Colin."

"The kind of guy that any woman would want to fuck."

Naomi kissed his neck and her hand moved between his legs. "That's right," she whispered.

"Other women want him, but he wants you," Louis said. "He wants my wife. And she lets him have her."

"Yes, she does."

Louis was already hard and he was tempted to follow the path to an orgasm, which would come rather quickly and could arrive in countless different ways, from a handjob to masturbating while eating Naomi's pussy to having sex with her as they talked about Colin. Still, the wise choice seemed to be to try and help her with her anxieties.

"Why don't you talk to him about being exclusive?" he asked.

Naomi seemed to sense the vibe shift and pulled her hand from between his legs. "What if he wasn't interested? What if me even talking about exclusivity turned him off to the point that he decided to move on?"

"I think you might be selling yourself short, Naomi. You're gorgeous. You're stylish. You've gotten in much better shape since you started seeing Colin. You're obviously generous in bed with him. You're always up for multiple rounds of sex. It seems like you satisfy him completely. Why wouldn't he be willing to at least discuss the idea of not seeing other women?"

"Maybe I'm not that generous compared to other women he's been with."

"How do you mean?"

She inched away from Louis and shifted her body to sit facing him with her legs crossed. Naomi looked down at her feet and ran her hands down her thighs and over her knees in what struck him as a self soothing gesture.

"Well, I don't go down on him all that often," she said. "I'm not all that good at it, either. His cock is big and sometimes it feels difficult to give him head. We mostly have missionary and girl on top sex. I think he likes fucking me from behind but I never really think about that position so we don't do it very often. I'm not sure if he's into anal sex, but I'm not so I've never mentioned it. Maybe other girls let him cum on their faces or their tits or their asses. Maybe other girls let him have unprotected sex. Maybe other girls regularly swallow his cum and he loves that."

Louis reached out and took his wife's hands in his. "Again with the weird world you're making up in your head."

There was insecurity in her eyes as she looked at Louis and asked, "Yeah, but guys like that stuff, right? I mean, guys are into that kind of thing, especially when it's largely just a sexual thing with a girl."

Louis wanted to deny it, but Naomi was right. "Some guys, yeah. I mean, there's definitely something exciting about a girl that's willing to get a little bit wild, but not all guys are into the same sorts of things and I feel like Colin would probably let you know what he was into, so if he hasn't said anything then he probably really likes the thing you do."

"Were you ever with a girl that would let you do that kind of stuff?"

Louis nodded as he thought back to his college girlfriend Haley. "Yeah, sure. There's something about...I don't know, the novelty of it. The naughtiness of it. It is exciting, but it's also a small thing in the grand scheme."

"Are you thinking about a particular girl right now?"

"The girl I dated sophomore year of college. Haley."

"And she let you...I don't know, do weird stuff?"

He laughed. "Not weird, really. At least I wouldn't say it was weird. Now that I'm thinking about it, most of the stuff was her suggestion, though. Like I remember the first time she asked me to cum on her tits."

Louis flashed to a memory of Haley on her back in his bed. They were fucking and he was getting close. She told him to pull out, take off the condom, and cum on her tits.

"And you liked it? When she asked you to cum on her tits, you mean?"

"I did, yeah. I was twenty at the time so that sort of thing was probably hotter than it would be now, but yeah, it was really hot. Maybe it was just how surprising it was. Maybe it was just that it felt like she was a bit naughtier than most girls I'd been with and there was something really arousing about that. I don't know."

"But it was hot."

He nodded.

"And it made you want to keep seeing her?"

Louis felt like he'd been drawn into a trap, but there was also no denying that the memory of Haley had effectively proved Naomi’s point, or at least part of her point. "Yes, it did. But again, I was twenty."

"And Colin's in his early thirties. I don't think men evolve that much in a decade. Plus, he's...you know, he's an alpha male. Lots of testosterone. He's got a higher drive than most."

That touch of jealousy visited Louis once more, though this time there was a bit of eroticism to go along with it.

"I don't like feeling inadequate and insecure," Naomi said. "I hate it, in fact."

Louis was surprised to feel a bit heartbroken on his wife's behalf. Her finding another man to fuck wasn't supposed to bring about any bad feelings. It was supposed to be purely pleasurable for both of them.

"If you want to stop doing this, I'm okay with that," he said. "I really hate the idea of you feeling bad because of the cuckolding."

She looked surprised. "Stop doing it? No, honey, I don't want to stop. I love, love, love fucking Colin. I love that he really does fuck me better than you. I love that I get to cum so hard and that you have better orgasms too. Hell, you seem to cum harder from a handjob where I talk about how good Colin fucked me than you used to cum when we'd have vanilla sex."

"I do," he admitted.

Naomi smiled. "I know you do, baby, and I don't want either of us to have to give that up."

"So what do you want to do? Find a different guy?"

"Fuck no. I'm not giving Colin up."

Louis was confused, but the smile on Naomi's face left him excited, too. "So what do you want to do?"

"I want to be the kind of woman that surprises Colin, the kind that delights him every time we see each other, the kind that makes him feel so good on so many different levels that he can't help but think about me all the time. I want to be the kind of woman that makes him cum so hard that he can't even imagine fucking another woman."

Louis was delighted - it sounded like Naomi was going to become a supercharged hotwife - though he tried his best not to lose himself in the excitement.

"Is there anything I can help with?" he asked.

Naomi nodded. "Yes, absolutely. I have a few ideas to start. Will you be okay with spending some money to help me become the kind of woman that Colin is obsessed with?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, it occurred to me that I haven't bought new lingerie in a few years and that I don't really do a whole lot on that front for Colin. Mostly it's just a nice matching bra and panty set and I know I could be doing a whole lot more to drive him wild, to make myself memorable, so I'd like to start there. Plus, I want you to think about some ways that I could surprise and please Colin, kind of like the girl that asked you to cum on her tits."

"So you want me to help you be a sexier, naughtier hotwife?"

Naomi smiled and nodded. "Is that something you'd be willing to help me with?"

"Fuck yes."

She crawled into his lap and they kissed. He was hard again in no time.

"We're going to fuck now. I'm going to think of Colin while we do. If you cum before I do, you'll need to get me off with your fingers and maybe a little bit of tongue."

"I'm going to think about him cumming on your tits," Louis said.

Naomi smiled and took her sweater and bra off. She grasped her breasts. "These tits? You're going to think about these tits being covered in another man's cum?"

If Louis was inside his wife he might have cum. "Yes, I am. I'm going to think about those beautiful tits of yours being covered in Colin's thick cum."

She climbed off of him and took off her pants as Louis did the same. Naomi straddled him and took his cock in her exceedingly wet pussy.

"Should I have him take a picture?" she asked. "So you can see them covered in his cum? Would you like that, baby?"

"Fuck...yes."

"I wonder if Colin would enjoy that? I wonder if he would enjoy glazing my married tits with his load and then sending you a picture so you can see that he...fuck...that he marked me?"

Louis was already remarkably close to cumming. Colin knew that Naomi was married and playing with her husband's enthusiastic consent, but Louis's involvement had never gone beyond getting the details from his wife. It would be very good for him if Naomi's desire to be a more indispensable part of Colin's life meant even more cuckold-fueled pleasure for Louis.

"I hope he'd like it," Louis said. "That would be so fucking hot if he did."

He was staring at her tits as she rode him. He couldn't help it. They were beautiful, of course, but the idea of them being covered in another man's cum had suddenly become a source of overwhelming arousal.

"Suck on them, baby," Naomi said.

She leaned forward and Louis's lips encircled one of his wife's nipples. His brain followed the path and suddenly he was thinking about sucking on her cum-covered tits. Then he was cumming inside his wife as she slowed the rapid movement of her hips and settled into his lap while his loins exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

"Fuck," he said as she leaned back.

"You had a good orgasm, didn't you?"

Louis nodded.

"And you were thinking about my cum-covered tits, weren't you?"

"I was."

"Louis, baby, were you thinking about having one of my cum-covered tits in your mouth?"

He felt deeply embarrassed and looked away. Naomi took his head in both hands and forced him to look at her.

"It's okay," she said. "It really is. I was thinking about it. How could I not have thought about it? You were sucking on my tits mere moments after we talked about them being covered in Colin's thick cum. Of course I thought about you sucking them clean."

Louis experienced a different kind of arousal in that moment. The kind that seems to be rooted squarely in the brain. The kind that leads to a bit of lightheadedness and tingling in areas other than the crotch.

"Yes, I thought about that. About your cum-covered tits in my mouth."

"Well, I guess we've discovered a whole new way to make you cum, haven't we?"

He nodded.

"I'd like to cum now. Twice, in fact," Naomi said. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure."

She climbed off his cock, grabbed his underwear, and set them under her ass as she laid on the couch. His cum started leaking out of her as Louis moved between her legs.

He had no intention of licking up his cum. He found the idea rather gross after climaxing. He would, however, get it on his fingers as he penetrated his wife. He'd done that countless times. He might experience the tiniest taste of it as he licked her clit while fingering her, too, but that was a small price to pay for her continuing to tend to his pleasure via cuckolding.

Louis laid on his stomach, slipped two fingers inside Naomi, and began to rub her g-spot while he licked her clit. She put a hand on his head and let out a beautiful moan as her feet rested on his back, making him feel enclosed between her thighs, which was where he would remain until she'd claimed the satisfaction she desired.

"You'll help me be a naughtier, sexier, sluttier version of myself for Colin?" Naomi asked. "You'll do your part to help me ensure that Colin is utterly obsessed with me, that he wants me all the time, that I'm the only woman his cock craves?"

"Yes, baby, I'll do whatever I have to."

Louis loved the direction things seemed to be going. He loved that Naomi was so committed to being a wild hotwife. He loved that it seemed as though his cuckolding was about to get a great deal more satisfying. He loved that he would get to help Naomi become something of a dream sexual partner for another man.

"I might have to give myself to him more often, Louis," she said. "He's not the kind of man that's used to waiting all that long for what he craves, so if he's obsessed with me than I might have to see him more than once or twice a week. I might have to fuck him more often."

"That would be amazing."

She smiled and put a hand on his head. He licked her clit faster. He fingered her faster. The smell of cum and sex filled his nose as his load dripped out of her and onto his underwear.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

Naomi climaxed as Louis rubbed her g-spot and clit. She climaxed hard, too, and more of his cum and her juices leaked from her pussy.

Louis pulled his fingers free and wiped them on his underwear before smiling at the mess. He looked up at Naomi to see that she was smiling with her eyes closed and that she'd grasped both of her breasts and was squeezing them tightly.

"That was really hot. I want another one, though. Kiss my thighs for a little while and then you can get back to my clit."

Louis did as his wife instructed and all manner of wild, kinky thoughts ran through his head. He'd make sure to share some of them with Naomi as they embarked on a quest to make her the kind of woman that Colin would find so irresistible that he wouldn't consider sleeping with another man.

Naomi was going to become a supercharged hotwife and Louis was about to be the luckiest cuckold in the world.