The Cuckold Mindset - Part 1

“Who have you been fucking?” Mindy asked.

A sense of panic – driven mostly by his wife’s tone of voice – gripped Matt. He hadn’t been fucking anyone else. His wife was the only person he’d fucked since they’d started dating. He didn’t even flirt with other women.

“No one,” he said. “Why would you ask that?”

Mindy held up a pair of delicate yellow panties with a lace trim. “Really, Matt? You’re going to lie to my face? These aren’t my panties. I know my panties. If they were mine, I’d know them. So, tell me, who have you been fucking? What whore owns these panties?”

Matt stared at the panties and considered making up a woman. Telling his wife he’d been having an affair seemed preferable to telling her the truth.

“Matt! You don’t get to sit there and hope this goes away. Tell me who you’re having an affair with!” Mindy screamed.

“No one,” Matt said.

“Bullshit!”

“Mindy, please. I’m not lying. I’m not having an affair.” Matt looked at his wife and at the panties in her hand, took a deep breath, and revealed the truth. “Those are my panties.”

“What?” Mindy asked with a look of genuine confusion on her face.

“The panties. They’re mine. I wear them. Usually when you’re not home,” he confessed.

“Why?” she asked.

“It turns me on,” Matt replied. “To wear them, I mean.”

“Wearing panties turns you on?”

Matt's dirty little secret had been exposed and there was no avoiding it now, so he didn't even try to. Instead, he nodded and looked away.

"Look at me," Mindy demanded.

It felt impossibly difficult to do so, but Matt forced himself to meet his wife's gaze.

Mindy studied his face for what felt like an hour, though it was no more than a handful of seconds. Her anger slowly dissipated and the tightness in her shoulders slowly washed away. She then extended her hand - the one holding the panties - and said, "Put them on."

Matt stared at the panties, but he said or did nothing. Despite his silence, though, he felt a rush of excitement.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "You like wearing panties, right?"

He nodded.

"So put them on. Right now. Right here."

Matt's hand trembled as he took the panties from his wife. He ran his fingers over the impossibly soft yellow lace and closed his eyes for a moment as that sense of excitement grew.

"Stop delaying," Mindy said. "Put them on."

He got up off the couch and she stepped back with her hands on her hips. Matt set the panties down and stripped. He felt oddly self-conscious while doing so and he even considered turning around, despite the absurd nature of trying to hide his body from a woman who'd seen him naked hundreds of times.

Once he'd stripped to his birthday suit Matt picked up the panties and stared at them. He rubbed his fingers over the material and his cock began to grow. He glanced at Mindy and noted that she was staring between his legs and there was a slight smile on her face as she observed his growth.

Matt stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs. They fit snugly against his crotch and trapped his growing cock in a shell of delicate, soft, lightly-perfumed lace.

He couldn't bear to look at his wife, so Matt directed his gaze downwards.

"Turn around," Mindy instructed.

Matt did so without hesitation and a moment later he felt his wife's hand on his ass. She caressed him through the delicate lace and then, to his great surprise, Matt felt her lips against the back of his neck. The kiss was soft and it lingered for a few moments before Mindy stepped back.

"I'm sorry I assumed you were cheating on me," she whispered.

"It's okay. It makes sense. You certainly wouldn't have assumed that I had a thing for wearing panties."

She chuckled. "No, that wasn't on my mind. That wasn't anywhere near my mind, in fact."

She kissed his shoulder and caressed his ass. Her touch wasn't particularly seductive. Instead, it felt as though she was trying to soothe him. She was offering an apology and perhaps even a touch of acceptance of his unexpected fetish.

"They look cute on you," she said softly. "Cuter than I expected, certainly."

"Thank you."

Mindy stepped back and Matt turned around. He still felt embarrassed and deeply vulnerable to be standing in front of his wife in a pair of panties, but he wasn't anywhere near as uncomfortable as before.

"What do you do when you wear them?" she asked. "I mean, do you just wear them around the house, or do you masturbate in them? Or...I don't know, pursue some other kind of sexual pleasure?"

The discomfort returned, for wearing panties wasn't the only element of Matt's solo sexual practice that he would have preferred to keep from his wife.

"Matt?" she asked as he looked at the floor.

He lifted his gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "Wearing them turns me on. It puts me in a certain mindset, and when I'm in that mindset there are certain things I like to fantasize about."

He said nothing for a few seconds and Mindy interrupted the quiet by asking, "Like...like having sex with men?"

Matt realized she'd given voice to what was likely her most significant worry. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't like he'd have been the first gay or bisexual man to marry a woman and hide his true desires from her.

"No...well, not in the way you're thinking," he said.

She looked confused, and understandably so.

Matt wasn't sure he'd ever felt so uncomfortable, but he had to push forward. He had to reveal the truth.

"Sorry, that was a weird way to phrase it. I don't...I don't fantasize about me having sex with men. I fantasize...I fantasize about you having sex with men."

Mindy looked genuinely stunned by his reveal. Far more stunned, in fact, than she'd been at the reveal that he got off on wearing panties.

"So, you...so you think about me having sex with men that aren't you? Is that what you're saying?"

He nodded.

Matt couldn't read his wife's face. He suspected she was feeling all sorts of things, but he couldn't decipher anything by watching her face. Her body language hadn't changed, either. Perhaps he'd caught her off guard to such a degree that she wasn't really capable of thinking at all.

"So you think about me having sex with other men and you masturbate in the panties?" she asked.

"It starts that way," he answered. "I rub myself through the panties. Then, when I get really hard I'll usually pull them off and masturbate with them...with them wrapped around my cock, I mean."

"Usually? Not always?"

He took a deep breath. It was time for another admission, though this one seemed rather harmless. "If it's been a while since I've had an orgasm I'll...well, sometimes I'll use your vibrator and sometimes I can cum that way, by just holding the vibrator against the panties and my cock."

Again Mindy stared at him and again the silence was deeply uncomfortable.

"How long has it been since your last orgasm?" she asked.

"Six days," he answered after a few moments.

"Do you think you could cum with a vibrator?"

Matt felt a touch of excitement in his loins. He saw something akin to excitement in his wife's eyes, too. He wasn't sure what she was thinking, but she didn't seem the slightest bit upset about any of his revelations.

"I think so, yes."

To his complete and utter surprise, Mindy took her shirt off. Her pants followed. Her bra came next. She kept her black lace panties on and Matt couldn't help but wonder if she was doing so out of some sense of solidarity.

Mindy seemed tentative as she stepped closer, like they were a decade and a half younger and about to have sex for the first time. She reached out to caress his cock through the yellow lace panties that encased it and Matt couldn't contain the moan that rushed out of him the moment she made contact with his bulge.

"I understand why you didn't tell me about any of this," she said softly. "But you could have. I'm more open-minded than you might think, and I love you, Matt. I fell in love with you after just a handful of dates and I've loved you every day since then."

"I love you too," he replied. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything about...about all of this."

She pressed a finger against his lips and smiled. "Don't be. Like I said, I understand why you didn't say anything. This isn't something that most women would be comfortable with. I mean, I suppose I'm not entirely sure that I'm comfortable with it. I want to know more about it, though. I want you to share with me."

Matt nodded. "I will."

Mindy kissed him softly. Her lips parted and her tongue slowly moved into his mouth. She moaned and his cock strained against the tight confines of the panties. It hurt a little, but it was the sort of ache he always felt as he masturbated with a vibrator. It was an ache he enjoyed.

"You said that putting on the panties puts you in a certain mindset. What kind of mindset do you mean?"

Matt wasn't entirely sure how to explain the very particular place his mind went to when he put on a pair of panties. He wasn't sure he could fully encapsulate what he felt when he wore women's underwear and fantasized about his wife fucking other people. He had to try, though. Mindy had given him an opening to share his fantasy and to bring her into the world he'd previously occupied all on his own and he'd have been a fool to pass up that opportunity.

"The mindset...the mindset of a man who deserves to be made to wear panties while his wife fucks someone else in front of him. A man who can't satisfy his wife the way she deserves. A man who should be forced to watch as she gets fucked by someone far better than him. Someone that gives her far better orgasms."

Mindy kept caressing his cock as she studied Matt's face for a few seconds and then asked, "And that mindset, being in that headspace, that turns you on?"

"Yes," he answered softly as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. Matt was gripped by an urge to walk away, to take off the panties and put his clothes back on and never utter another word about his desires to his wife, but he tried his best to subdue those feelings and stay in the moment.

"So you put on a pair of panties - cute, feminine panties - and then you fantasize about being made to watch as another man fucks me."

Matt nodded.

"But it's not just him fucking me. It's him fucking me better than you. Far better than you."

His heart pounded. "Yes."

She paused for a moment and said, “I like having sex with you, Matt.”

“I know. I know you’re not unhappy with our sex life. I can’t help the fantasy, though. It just…it’s just what turns me on.”

Mindy looked down at his cock encased in the yellow lace panties and cupped his balls. He felt the warmth of her touch through the underwear that encased his genitals and he took a deep breath and tried his best not to surrender to the feelings that told him to put an end to whatever was unfolding in their living room.

"So in these fantasies, does the man fucking me satisfy me in ways you can't? Do I...I don't know, do I cum harder?"

"Yes, you do. You have much better orgasms than I give you. You...you make sure that I know that, too. You tell me that he's better than I am. That he...that he's a real man."

"And you're not?" she asked.

"Compared to him I'm not. At least, sexually speaking. In my fantasies, I mean."

"And in your fantasy, are you allowed to masturbate while you watch a real man fuck me?"

"Yes."

Mindy smiled and kissed his neck as she stroked his cock through the panties. "I can't imagine I'd be okay with that if your fantasy became reality."

Matt moaned and his cock surged in the panties. He felt precum leak out and spread over the tip. "Really?" he asked tentatively.

"I think so, yes. I don't think I'd like the idea of you concentrating on your orgasm. I think I'd like the idea of you concentrating on mine. In that situation - one where you've accepted that you're not a real man, that you're a man who deserves to be put in panties while his wife gets fucked by a real man - I think you wouldn't deserve to be selfish. I think I'd want you to sit there and watch - without touching yourself in any way - as a real man fucks me."

Matt's cock throbbed and his legs trembled a little.

"Does that excite you?" she asked.

"Yes."

Mindy took his hand and led Matt to the bedroom. She crawled into their bed and he followed as she opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her vibrator. Mindy turned on the toy and her lips found his for a deep kiss as she pressed it between his legs and against his panty-clad cock.

Matt moaned into his wife's mouth as he lived out something a great deal closer to his fantasy than he ever thought he would.

"That feels so good," he said.

Mindy smiled and kissed his neck while moving the vibrator in slow circles over his pantied cock. "Thank you for being willing to share your fantasies with me, Matt. I know it must have been hard - and maybe it still is - but I'm so glad you were willing to open up."

"Thank you for being so open-minded," he replied before moaning.

"I love you, Matt. I want you to be happy."

Mindy kissed him before he could reply. This time her tongue moved deeply into his mouth. The vibrations felt incredible and Matt already knew that he'd almost certainly cum if she held the toy there long enough.

"I think you might be right, though."

"Right about what?" he asked.

Mindy kissed his neck. "Well, a real man wouldn't wear panties and masturbate with his wife's vibrator, would he?"

Matt groaned and his cock throbbed in the panties. More precum leaked from the tip, too, joining the already considerable volume of wetness in his panties.

"A real man would just fuck his wife when he wanted to cum. He'd take his wife to their bed, he'd strip her naked, he'd toss her in the bed and he'd fuck her until he'd cum deep inside her," she continued. "But that's not what you want. You want to put on a pair of pretty panties and fantasize about wearing them while a real man takes your wife. While a real man fucks me. While he satisfies me. While he gives me what I deserve. What only a real man can give me."

Matt was overcome with lust, gratitude, and a deep sense of love for his wife. She wasn't just accepting of his fantasy. She'd seemingly gone all-in on stoking the flames of his very particular desire.

"You deserve to get fucked by a real man, Mindy," he said.

"Yes, I do," she replied softly. "I deserve to get fucked by someone far better than my husband. Someone that wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of panties. Someone that wouldn't ever want to masturbate with a vibrator because that's how women masturbate. I deserve to get fucked by a man that wants to ravage my body, that wants to pound my pussy until he's received the satisfaction that real men crave, the satisfaction that only a woman's body can give them."

"Mindy...fuck, I'm close."

She held the toy against his cock for a few moments longer and then pulled it away. Mindy turned off the vibrator and straddled him. She sat across his thighs and rubbed her fingers over his pantied cock. It felt good, but it was nowhere near as pleasurable as the relentless vibrations of her toy.

"It would be awfully selfish of you to cum before I do, don't you think?" she asked.

Matt nodded. Of course it was selfish of him. "Sorry. I...I'm sorry."

Mindy smiled. "I like that your first thought is to apologize. It's fitting for a man like you, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Mindy pulled her panties aside and exposed her pussy. She inched forward and rubbed her wetness over the bulge in Matt's panties. He moaned and watched as she grasped her breasts and rolled her head towards the ceiling.

When she looked down at him once more, Mindy wore a decidedly naughty smile. "Do you ever wonder what it would really be like?"

"What do you mean?"

She leaned down and kissed his neck. "If you actually watched someone fuck me. Do you ever wonder what that would be like? Fantasy and reality aren't always aligned, after all. Do you think you could really do it? Could you really sit next to the bed in your pretty panties and watch another man fuck your wife?"

Matt could scarcely believe his wife had just asked that question. Never in a million years had he imagined he'd actually have the conversation with her. He knew she wasn't actually considering it, but that didn't really matter in the moment because he was hugely aroused at the mere suggestion that she might fuck someone else.

"I don't know," he said. "But I think I could. I think I'd enjoy it. I mean, I'm sure it would be difficult to watch at times."

She kissed the other side of his neck and asked, "What would be difficult?"

"Watching you cum. That part would be the hottest, too, but if you actually had a better orgasm with someone else inside you, that would be really difficult."

"There'd be no point in fucking someone else if I didn't have a better orgasm."

Matt had never thought about it like that, but it was a perfectly reasonable thought. "No, there wouldn't."

"I wonder if I'd cum harder on a real man's cock?" she asked in a soft, seductive tone. "I wonder if surrendering my body to that kind of man - to the sort of man that exudes alpha energy - would make me cum harder than I do with you?"

"I don't exude alpha energy?" Matt asked.

Mindy sat up, smiled, and then scooted her hips forward until she was astride his chest. "No, you don't. I love you, Matt, but you're not an alpha male. That's a good thing, though. I don't think I'd enjoy being married to that kind of man. Getting fucked by that kind of man, though...that might be fun."

Matt was certain he'd never been as turned on as he was in that moment. Mindy's pussy looked soaked - she was inches from his face and he could see every little detail of her arousal - and he adored that some part of what they were doing got her going, too.

"You should sit on my face and think about getting fucked by a man like that," he said.

"Yeah?" she asked with a smile. "Are you sure you want that, Matt? Are you sure you want me to think about fucking an alpha male while you're dressed in panties?"

He wanted that more than anything. "Yes, please."

Mindy shifted her hips forward and dropped her pussy onto his mouth. Matt put his tongue to work right away and watched his wife close her eyes, grasp her breasts, and arch her back just a little. He wasn't sure if she was actually thinking about fucking someone else, but he loved the idea that she was and his dick was hard as a rock in his lace panties.

Mindy moaned loudly. "Mmm, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck me while my husband watches. Show him what it looks like when a real man fucks his wife."

Matt groaned and writhed beneath her. He wanted to masturbate. To find the toy. To turn it on and hold it against his cock. He resisted, though. He thought of Mindy telling him that it was selfish to try and cum before her. He thought of her telling him that he wouldn't be allowed to masturbate if he were to watch her fuck someone else. It was hard, but he resisted the urge to do anything other than tend to her pussy with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

Mindy leaned forward, grabbed his head with both hands, and came hard. Matt felt her legs trembling and her pussy dripped sweet juices onto his tongue and over his lips and chin. Her orgasm seemed to go on for quite some time, too, a notion that filled him with joy as he imagined her being willing to indulge in his fantasy again if she'd found it especially pleasurable.

Eventually she climbed off his face and laid on her back next to him. Matt rolled onto his side and caressed her stomach and breasts. Mindy turned to him, smiled, and said, "That was an exceptional orgasm."

"It seemed like it," he said.

She inched closer and kissed him softly. Her tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment and Matt moved his cock towards her thigh and gently rubbed against it.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked.

"Desperately."

Mindy smiled and caressed his face. "You're not allowed to cum yet. I'd like you to take me out to a nice dinner. I'd like you to wear your panties on our date. Then, when we get home, I'll decide if you're allowed to cum."

Matt was equal parts intrigued and frustrated. He was genuinely desperate to cum, and yet he couldn't help but love that Mindy seemed interested in continuing the sort of play they'd just engaged in.

"Is there a chance I won't get to cum?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Why wouldn't I get to cum?"

She smiled. "If I decide that it would be more fun to make you delay your orgasm."

"And what if I decide that I don't want to delay my orgasm?"

Mindy caressed his face and kissed him softly. "A real man gets to decide when he cums, but you're not a real man, are you?"

Matt couldn't believe how good it felt to hear her say that. He couldn't believe how hard his cock throbbed in his panties. He shook his head to answer her question.

"That's right. So you don't get to decide when and if you cum. I do."

Matt was suddenly quite uncertain if he and Mindy were still engaging in fantasy play or if she'd suddenly turned over a new leaf with regards to their marriage and sex life. He wasn't sure which outcome he preferred, either.

"I suppose we should get ready for dinner, then," he said. "Maybe we could shower together? Maybe I could...maybe I could wash your hair. I used to love doing that."

"I'd like that," she said. "In fact, I'd like it if you washed my whole body. That sounds like it would be incredible."

They kissed and then Mindy got out of bed, stripped out of her panties, and headed for the bathroom. Matt followed - leaving his panties on the bed - and he was so happy he felt like he was floating.

Whether Mindy was merely extending the fantasy play or exploring a new direction for their marriage, Matt was on board and eager to explore with her as either outcome seemed thrilling.

He knew he wasn't thinking clearly - he was too turned on for that - but Matt couldn't find his way to clear thinking in that moment. All he could do was follow his desire and hope that the path it led him down wasn't ruinous.