The Cuckold Mindset - Part 2

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 "So...after last night...how are you doing?"

Matt turned from the stove - he was making scrambled eggs for him and Mindy - and smiled. "I'm doing really well. How are you?"

Her concern made perfect sense. They'd indulged in a fantasy the night before. A fantasy that involved Matt thinking of himself as the kind of man that couldn't fully satisfy his wife. That fantasy had been driven by Mindy's discovery that her husband occasionally liked to wear panties and masturbate in them, so of course she was checking in to make sure that he hadn't suffered some sort of incredible blow to his ego after claiming his orgasm.

"I feel good, actually."

Matt pulled the pan from the stove - the eggs were ready - and served them up on the plates that waited with toast and bacon that had already been prepared. He grabbed both plates and joined his wife at the kitchen table.

"Were you expecting you might not feel good?" he asked.

Mindy scooped up a mouthful of eggs with her fork, studied his face for a moment, and took a bite as she seemingly considered her answer. She smiled as she chewed and then said, "Not really. I was pretty sure I’d feel good, in fact. I was much more worried that you might wake up feeling some...I don't know, regret, I guess."

"I guess there's a bit of insecurity. There's all kinds of arousal still, though. That's probably just because it's way hotter to indulge in that fantasy with another person and last night was the first time I've done it."

Mindy reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "It seemed like you really enjoyed yourself."

"I did. Did you?"

She smiled, picked up a piece of bacon and bit down hard. "I did," she said. "Quite a bit, actually."

Mindy hadn't said anything especially arousing, and yet Matt could feel the stirring of desire between his legs. That was almost entirely because he was silently reliving some of the comments she'd made the night before. He could her saying that he didn't exude alpha male energy. He could hear her saying that she deserved to be fucked by a real man, that his cock looked cute in panties, and that she'd probably enjoy fucking a real man while Matt watched. The more he thought about it, the more turned on Matt got.

"Honey, are you okay?"

He smiled. "Sorry. I didn't even realize I'd gone silent. I was just thinking about last night again."

Mindy returned his smile. "And were you enjoying yourself?"

He nodded.

"You know, I can't remember the last time I had three orgasms in a single night," she said. "Last night, though, I came three times and each orgasm was really good."

"Yeah? Did you have a favorite?"

She pushed a bit of egg onto her toast and took a bite while considering the question. "The one in the shower," she said. "All the lead up with you washing my hair and my body got me way more turned on than I thought it would. And honestly, there was something so sexy about you getting on your knees and eating me out while I leaned against the wall. The shower was all steamy, the sound of the water was really rhythmic, and your tongue was doing some very good work. It was really erotic and sexy and I came really hard."

"I really liked doing that," he said. "All of it, actually. It really turned me on."

Mindy set the toast down, looked away for a second, and then turned back and asked, "So, you only came once last night. I felt kind of bad about that because you were really hard in the shower and then again afterwards when I sat on your face. Did you...I mean, was I selfish? Should I have made you cum again?"

He shook his head. "That was really kind of hot, actually."

Her lips slowly curled into a smile. "Yeah?"

Matt nodded with a mouthful of food, swallowed, and said, "Yeah. And so was the facesitting, by the way. Really fucking hot, in fact."

"Then I'll make sure to do that again some time."

Their conversation veered away from the sexual as they finished their breakfast and then Matt cleared the dishes and set about cleaning up.

"How many pairs of panties do you own?" Mindy asked.

Matt pulled his hands from the sink, dried them off, and turned to see his wife smiling at him. He didn't answer, though, as he suddenly felt quite self-conscious.

"How many pairs?"

"Three." He couldn't make eye contact as he answered, but he said the number.

"Just three?"

Matt nodded.

"Where did you buy them?"

"Online."

Mindy stood and came towards him. She took his hand in hers and then leaned in and kissed him on the neck. "You don't need to be embarrassed, Matt."

"I know. It's hard, though. I mean, men aren't supposed to wear panties."

She pressed her hand against his crotch and caressed his cock as her lips brushed against his neck. She moaned softly and Matt found himself sporting an erection in a remarkably short span of time.

"Real men don't wear panties," she whispered, "but you're not a real man, are you?"

Matt's body tingled with pleasure. It felt so good to hear his wife utter those words. It was like the arousal was trying to burst out of him. It was damn near overwhelming.

"No, I'm not," he replied. Even that felt good.

"You should eat my pussy," Mindy said. "Right now. Right here in the kitchen."

She moved beside him and leaned against the counter. She nodded towards the floor and Matt took the hint and fell to his knees. He stripped her naked from the waist down and went to work on eating her pussy.

Mindy put a hand on the back of his head and moaned with her eyes closed.

"That feels so good," she said. "Should I think about fucking someone else, Matt? Should I do what I did last night? Should I think about getting fucked by a real man while you're on your knees eating my pussy?"

"Yes," he replied.

"You can play with your cock if you want, but no cumming."

Just like the night before, Matt couldn't believe that Mindy was indulging in his fantasy. He was enthralled, though. So he played with his cock while eating her pussy. He stroked himself through his pants as his wife thought about fucking another man - a real man - and he felt an incredible kind of pleasure while his wife had an orgasm on his tongue.

"Thank you," she said afterwards. "That was an exceptional orgasm."

"It was my pleasure," he replied with a smile.

Matt sat back on his knees and Mindy bent over to kiss him softly. "I know we did it last night, but I want to shower with you again. Then I'm taking you panty shopping."

Mindy walked past him - without picking up her clothes - as Matt remained frozen on his knees as fear gripped him. He couldn't imagine actually going into a store to buy panties for himself. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone knowing they were shopping for him and not Mindy.

Matt wasn't sure he had a choice, though.

"Matt! Come on!" Mindy called out from the bathroom. "I need you to wash me...and if you do a good job I'll let you eat my pussy again!"

That was more than enough to draw Matt to his feet and lead him towards the bathroom. He'd try and get out of going panty shopping, though.

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"You don't have to be nervous," Mindy said as she took Matt's hand and led him towards the Victoria's Secret. "I'm not going to tell anyone that we're shopping for you."

"Thank you."

She stopped and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips lingered for a few seconds and Matt felt a sense of relaxation work its way through him.

"I like your fantasy," she said. "Much more than I would have thought, honestly. It's...it's interesting and fun and kind of kinky. Plus, you are a real man, Matt. I mean, that's a pretty nebulous term, but you are whatever that is. Which I guess is what makes it fun to indulge in your fantasy."

"I love you, Mindy."

She hugged him and they shared a kiss that stirred his loins. "I love you too."

Mindy took his hand and they headed for the store once more. They stepped inside and Matt was instantly reminded of how much he used to enjoy lingerie shopping with Mindy. It was like the entire store was a fantasy as he imagined his wife in every single thing they stocked. That was years ago, of course, and long before he'd discovered his desire to wear panties and fantasize about cuckolding. Now they were in the store for an entirely different reason, and that reason brought with it an elevated heart rate and a touch of angst. Even if Mindy had no intention of outing him, it was entirely possible someone would figure out they were shopping for him and that would prove remarkably embarrassing.

"So, I have an idea," Mindy said.

"Okay."

"I was thinking that we could shop for each other. I could pick out some pretty panties for you to wear and you could pick out some lingerie for me to wear. Then, later tonight, we could try on our pretty new things and have some fun together."

Matt was certain he'd never been more in love with his wife.

"You know, I've always known I was lucky to have you, Mindy, but I really feel like I might be the single luckiest man in the world."

Her smile was one of pure delight and Matt could only conclude that Mindy meant it when she said she was into his fantasy. It was still early days, of course, and things could change, but at the moment it seemed like she was actually turned on at his panty/cuckold desires.

She kissed him, gave his ass a good squeeze, and said, "You are lucky, Matt. Don't forget that."

Mindy turned and walked away, leaving Matt a bit weak in the knees. As he watched her go, Matt noticed a man checking her out. He smiled as Mindy walked by and then his head turned and he was absolutely staring at her ass, which looked exceptionally good in a pair of tight jeans. The guy seemed to be alone and Matt assumed he was shopping for a wife or girlfriend, and yet there was a small thrill at the idea of Mindy getting ogled by someone else. There was angst too, of course.

With his wife now on the other side of the store, Matt turned his thoughts to finding lingerie for her. He'd always been into the bra, panty, garter belt and stockings look, though he knew that Mindy enjoyed corset-style lingerie and bodysuits quite a bit. She was a touch self-conscious about her stomach, though she didn't need to be.

At first, Matt kept glancing over his shoulder to try and see what Mindy was picking out for him. Eventually, though, he settled into putting serious thought into shopping for his wife. She hadn't mentioned if he should select multiple sets of lingerie, but he decided there was no harm in grabbing several options for her to peruse.

Matt picked up a bodysuit, a bra and panty set with a garter belt, a camisole and panty set, a simple slip with delicate lace trim, and a corset-esque top that he imagined her breasts would look spectacular in.

His arms were loaded with the various items he'd selected as he made his way towards the panty section where Mindy had been for the past fifteen minutes. Halfway there he spotted her standing next to the guy that had checked her out. Matt stopped when he noticed that they were clearly talking.

It didn't take long for it to become obvious that the guy was flirting with Mindy. He kept leaning in. He touched her arm a few times. He was trying hard to make her laugh.

The part that surprised Matt was that his wife was flirting back. Quite obviously, too. She was laughing at his jokes. She reached out to touch him a few times.

Matt moved closer, though he did so in a way where it wouldn't seem like he was actually trying to get closer to them. He acted like he was shopping and got close enough to hear the conversation.

"Those would look good on you," the guy said.

"Which ones?" Mindy asked. "The red or the baby blue?"

"Well, both, actually, but I was talking about the red panties."

Matt was stunned at how bold the guy was being.

"I have a thing for women in red lingerie, though. There's just something about it that drives me wild."

"Like a bull," Mindy replied.

He laughed. "Yeah. I suppose. I see red and I just get all worked up. Just like a bull."

"Well, for what it's worth, you're right," Mindy said. "Red looks good on me, and bikini cut panties are always quite flattering on me."

"You should model them for me," the guy said.

Matt was so stunned at the boldness on display that he nearly fell into the rack of lingerie he was browsing.

"Should a married man really be asking to see another woman in lingerie?" Mindy asked, though the tone in her voice made it obvious that she was not the slightest bit upset that he'd asked.

"No, a married man shouldn't do that sort of thing, and my wife would absolutely be upset. She'll never know, though, and all I'm asking is for you to model them for me. You don't have to come anywhere near me. You could just step out of the fitting room and give me a quick flash of them."

"Yeah? And if I do that for you, will you think of me later tonight? Will you close your eyes and see me in these panties?"

"I will, especially if that's what you want."

Matt was no longer pretending to look through the lingerie. He was just standing there with his pulse racing and his loins tingling. He wasn't hard, but he was turned on. He was massively turned on. He was nervous, too. And anxious.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Mindy began, "but it is what I want. I like the idea that I'll have made an impression on you. And, if I'm being honest, I really like the idea of you thinking about me while your wife is wearing that lingerie you're going to buy for her."

"Yeah?" he asked. "Because I'll do that. If you model those panties for me, I'll think about you when I'm..."

"When you're fucking your wife?" Mindy said.

"Holy shit."

Matt felt the same as the guy flirting with her. His wife was behaving in a manner that would have prompted just about any man to say 'holy shit.'

"You'll do it?" she asked.

"Yes, absolutely."

"And what should I wear up top? A matching bra?"

"What if you didn't wear anything?" the guy asked.

"You want to see my tits?"

"Of course I do."

Surely Mindy was just teasing him. Surely she wouldn't actually show him her tits while modeling a pair of panties for him. Surely she wouldn't do that.

"Then I suppose I'll let you see my tits," she said. "Now why don't we go to the fitting area."

Matt turned in time to see his wife walking towards the fitting rooms with the guy following close behind her. Matt also noticed that the guy was really good-looking and appeared to be really well-built, too. Matt thought of the teasing Mindy had indulged in. The teasing about fucking a 'real man' while Matt watched in his panties. He wondered if Mindy was actually thinking about it, if this married man that clearly didn't care that much about his marriage would be the kind of man she'd enjoy fucking. Was he the kind of man she'd fantasized about when Matt when down on her that morning?

Matt followed them towards the fitting area, which seemed empty of customers. It was early, though, so they were among the only people in the store. Though he was tempted to barge right into the fitting area and put an end to whatever game Mindy was playing, Matt couldn't do it. He was too excited and he knew his wife could take care of herself so she wasn't in any danger.

"I'll be right back," he heard her say.

A few moments later the guy said, seemingly to himself, "Holy shit."

Matt browsed the underwear just outside the fitting area, though he wasn't really looking. He was just trying to seem busy. It wasn't long before he heard a door open. The door to Mindy's fitting room, he presumed.

"How do I look?" she asked.

There was no response for a few seconds. Then, "You look...incredible. You're...wow, you're just incredible. You're so beautiful. So sexy."

"And what do you think of the panties?"

"Red is your color...and you're right about the bikini cut fitting you really well."

"And my tits?" she asked.

"Your tits are perfect."

Matt heard nothing for a handful of seconds and he desperately wondered what was going on. Had Mindy gone back in the fitting room? Was she showing off her body from every conceivable angle?

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.

"More than anything."

Matt's heart pounded and he was slightly dismayed to feel his cock grow. He stood stone still by a rack of underwear and debated ending Mindy's game. He couldn't, though. It was too exciting.

Matt heard nothing. He couldn't stand still any longer. He inched towards the fitting area. He peeked around the corner. He saw his wife standing there in red panties that looked incredible on her. He saw the guy standing in front of her. He saw another man's hands on his wife's breasts.

Mindy looked up at the guy. He was at least half a good taller than her. She ran a hand up his arm. She seemed to squeeze his bicep a little. He smiled while he continued to fondle her naked breasts. Matt's cock had reached a fully erect state and he lowered his hands - which were loaded with lingerie - to cover it up.

"You should kiss me now," Mindy said.

The guy leaned down and she tilted her head. Their lips met. One of his hands moved to her ass and he pulled her close. Matt watched his wife's lips part. He watched another man's tongue enter her mouth. He heard Mindy moan.

Matt's dick had never been so hard. He'd never felt such angst, either. Two strong and strongly opposed emotions coursed through him at once and he felt utterly helpless to do anything about it either of them.

"Your wife is a lucky woman," Mindy said as the kiss ended and she stepped away before glancing at the guy's crotch.

"And your husband is a lucky man."

Mindy smiled. "Yes, yes he is. A very, very lucky man."

Mindy then turned around and took a few steps towards the fitting room before disappearing from Matt's view.

"It was very nice meeting you," she said. "Perhaps we'll meet again."

"Can I get your number?" the guy asked.

"No. We'll late fate decide."

Then Matt heard the door to the fitting room open. The guy turned and Matt saw the bulge Mindy had been staring at. It was big. Very big. Matt stepped away and hoped the guy hadn't seen him. He began browsing lingerie again. Not long after the guy walked by him and towards the register.

Matt stepped into the fitting area. "Mindy?"

"Yes, my love," she replied.

The door to the fitting room opened and Matt stared down the hallway at his wife, who was still dressed in only the panties. She beckoned him closer and he rushed towards her. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the fitting room before locking the door behind them.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.

He nodded.

Mindy pulled the panties off and guided Matt's hand between her legs. His fingers slipped into her soaking wet pussy with ease.

"Wow...you're so wet."

"Yes, I am. Wet because he was a good kisser. Wet because it was so exciting to kiss him. Wet because I knew you were listening and watching."

"I want you," Matt said.

"I know you," his wife replied. Then she held up the panties and said, "Put these on."

"Right now?"

She nodded and then tore off the tag. "You're wearing them out of here. I'll tell the girl at the register that I'm wearing them, that I loved them so much that I just had to wear them out of here."

Matt stripped. He was too excited to resist. He took the panties from his wife. He pulled them up his legs. He tucked his cock - which was still mostly stiff - into them and them Mindy kissed him deeply. He fondled her breasts. He grabbed her ass. He fingered her a little, all while their tongues danced.

Then she stepped back and sat on the bench in the fitting room. She spreads her legs and began to rub her clit. She smiled at Matt's pantied cock and then reached out to rub it through the red lace.

"I like that we wear the same size panties," she said. "That means we can share."

Matt had never thought about that. It alwasy felt too weird to wear his wife's panties so he'd never done it. Now, though, it seemed like it might be massively exciting.

"Can I go down on you?" he asked.

"No."

"Can I fuck you?"

She laughed softly. "Not a chance. This pussy is for real men."

Matt's dick throbbed painfully in the panties, which were a little tighter than his other pairs. There was something oddly thrilling about that pain, though.

Mindy rubbed his cock a little faster, concentrating on the head. She continued to masturbate, too, and Matt felt a growing sense of pleasure in his loins.

"I just got kissed by a real man," she said. "A real man felt up my tits and my ass while his tongue was in my mouth. A real man made my pussy as wet as it is right now, Matt. If he was here I'd let him fuck me. I'd let him have my pussy. I'd let him bend me over this little bench and pound me until he came in my tight cunt."

Matt clasped his hands behind his back as pleasure coursed through his body.

"But you don't deserve this pussy," she said. "Because this pussy is for real men, and a real man wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of panties."

Matt came in his panties. He came hard. Mindy stared at his cock and her eyes went wide as the biggest, most beautiful smile he'd ever seen crossed her face. She came a moment later. She came while watching him fill his panties with hot cum.

When she was done, Mindy put a hand on his ass and pulled him close. She mouthed the head of his cock through his pants. She sucked on it hard enough that Matt shuddered from the excess of stimulation.

Mindy stood and kissed him deeply. A salty taste danced on his tongue. It took a few moments to realize it was the taste of his cum. It was unpleasant, and yet there was something strangely delightful about Mindy sharing that taste with him.

"How would you feel if I fucked someone else?" she asked softly.

"I...I think I'd like it," he replied.

"Yeah?"

Matt nodded. "I think so."

She kissed him again. "I think I might like it too. It's certainly something to think about. Who knows? Maybe I'll run into that guy again and we'll have that same chemistry. Maybe he's the one I'll fuck."

Matt wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but even though he'd just cum he was still certain he'd enjoy it if she fucked someone else so he couldn't help but hope that Mindy might actually cuckold him some day.