Love and Cuckolding - Part 1

Tara was a classic Type A personality. She was, and always had been, deeply competitive and driven to succeed. It had cost her friendships over the years as she’d discovered that some women simply couldn’t handle being around a Type A personality. Tara never let those losses dim her drive, though. She remained true to herself and built the life she’d always wanted.

At only 25 years old Tara had already accomplished so many of the things she’d yearned for in life. She’d just celebrated her third anniversary with her husband Seth. They’d bought a house in a lovely suburb just outside of New York City. They were in the process of planning their family. She had a job she loved at a consulting firm. Everything was as Tara wanted it to be.

Then, something happened that tilted Tara’s world view a little, or a lot, depending on her mood as she considered the new information she’d come into possession of. It was a subject that needed to be discussed only with people she trusted, which is why Tara brought it up at the weekly Saturday brunch she enjoyed with her three closest friends.

“I need to tell you all something,” Tara announced after they’d placed their drink orders.

All three of her friends looked up from their menus. They’d recognized the serious tone in Tara’s voice and were happy to grant her the attention needed.

“What is it?” Lucy, the lone housewife of their group, asked.

Tara took a deep breath to gather her thoughts and said, “I found out that Seth masturbates.”

Maya, Tara’s coworker and college roommate, laughed loudly enough to draw the attention of the tables around them and quickly covered her mouth, though the smile on her face didn’t go away.

“Tara, honey, why on Earth would you tell us that?” Anna, one of the few high school friends Tara still had, asked.

Tara felt more than a little embarrassed as she studied the bemused looks on her friend’s faces. “I don’t understand. Why are you all looking at me like that?”

Silence followed for a few seconds before Maya said, “Tara, all men masturbate. I think we’re all looking at you like this because we don’t understand why you look so concerned.”

Tara sat back in her chair as the waitress delivered their drinks. She sipped her mimosa, savored the sweetness of the orange juice and champagne, and leaned forward to investigate. She wasn’t going to let a little bit of embarrassment keep her from filling in the blanks on what was clearly a gap in her knowledge of men.

“I know that men masturbate,” she said. “I’m not naïve. I mean, if they’re not having sex, of course they masturbate. But Seth and I have sex. I can’t remember the last time I turned him down. I don’t want to turn him down. I like having sex with him. I love having sex with him.” Tara realized she was getting a little loud when a handful of the other diners looked her way. She took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and continued, “So I guess what I meant to say is that I don’t understand why Seth would masturbate. I give him everything he needs.”

“That’s what men do,” Lucy said. “They masturbate. Most men, at least. They masturbate less if they’re having sex and I’m sure some of them don’t masturbate at all, but guys like to masturbate. I don’t see the problem.”

“Really?” Anna asked as she smiled and sipped her drink. “Do you know our friend? She can’t handle the idea of some imaginary girl giving Seth pleasure. She definitely can’t handle the idea of some pornstar making Seth cum while he’s watching a video on his phone.”

A knowing smile crossed Maya’s face – and the faces of Tara’s two other friends, too – before she said, “Yeah, that’s true. Sometimes I forget how crazy you can get about this stuff. You don’t have to worry, though. You’re making Seth happy, Tara. I’m sure of it. That man has a giddy smile on his face whenever he looks at you. Last weekend, when we hosted everyone for dinner, he was staring at you from across the room like he did in college. That man loves you. He wants you, too.”

“Wait, so all your husbands masturbate?” Tara asked.

All three girls nodded.

“And you’re okay with that?” Tara asked. “You’re totally okay with knowing that the men you married are masturbating and probably doing so to pictures or videos of other women?”

“I masturbated in the shower yesterday,” Anna said. “I didn’t think about Terry.”

“Yeah,” Maya added. “I don’t always think about Colton when I masturbate.”

Tara turned to Lucy and asked, “And how about you? Are you fantasizing about other men when you masturbate?”

“To be honest, I don’t really like masturbating,” Lucy answered. “But Jay is always willing to satisfy me so I get what I need.”

“How about you, Tara?” Maya asked. “Do you masturbate?”

“No,” Tara said. “Why would I? I have Seth and he’s really good at satisfying me. I love having sex with him. I love fooling around with him. I love when he goes down on me. I even love when he fingers me.”

“He fingers you?” Anna asked.

Tara nodded. “He does. Not all the time, but sometimes he uses his fingers to make me cum, just like I use my hand to make him cum sometimes. We like to mix it up, to keep things fresh, you know?”

“How often are you having sex, or jerking him off, or whatever?” Maya asked.

“Three or four times a week. Sometimes five, I guess,” Tara answered.

“Wow, that’s pretty good,” Lucy replied. “That’s more than Jay and I.”

“See!” Tara said. “This is what I’m talking about. Why would Seth need to masturbate? I’m giving him absolutely everything he needs.”

All three of Tara’s friends smiled at her, sipped their drinks, and kept quiet as she scanned their faces. They all seemed bemused at her predicament and none seemed particularly eager to help her, which frustrated Tara.

“Maybe you’re not,” Maya finally chimed in.

“What?” Tara asked.

“Maybe you’re not giving him everything he needs,” Maya said. “Maybe, I don’t know, maybe he masturbates because he’s got some kind of fantasy.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me if he had a fantasy?” Tara shot back. “I’ve asked him. He said he doesn’t really fantasize about anything.”

Anna laughed. “It’s the most you thing in the world to have asked Seth about his fantasies. Of course you did, and that makes you a wonderful wife since most women don’t want to go anywhere near their husband’s fantasies. But, just because you asked doesn’t mean he’d share. Sometimes guys don’t want to share their fantasies. Sometimes they shouldn’t.”

“I dated in a guy in college who confessed that he wanted me to dress up like a nurse, put on a rubber glove, and give him a rectal exam,” Maya confessed.

“Ew, did you do it?” Lucy asked.

Maya shook her head. “No, I broke up with him. I’d probably do that for Colton if he asked, but this guy wasn’t really worth doing something weird for, so I just ended it.”

“Does Colton have any fantasies?” Lucy asked.

“A few,” Maya replied. “Nothing crazy. Most of it is just costume stuff, which is always fun. He gets really turned on and I do like it when he’s really turned on for me, so I’m usually willing to play along. How about you?”

Lucy looked away like she was a little bit embarrassed.

“You don’t have to say,” Maya added. “Sometimes a fantasy should stay between a husband and wife.”

“Terry asked me to wear a French maid costume once,” Anna chimed in, freeing Lucy from further conversation about Jay’s desires. “I actually went to a shop in the city to buy it. I felt really sexy in it and Terry really, really liked it, so I second the idea of fulfilling a man’s fantasies, at least if they’re not too weird. The sex was exceptionally good.”

Tara felt a little frustrated, but she didn’t want to be rude to her friends, so she tried to keep her voice calm as she said, “I can’t really do that if Seth won’t share his fantasies, though. So what am I supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to make it so Seth is willing to share his fantasies,” Lucy replied with just a hint of frustration in her voice, like she was annoyed that Tara didn’t see how obvious the answer was. “If he’s not willing to share it’s almost certainly because he’s either embarrassed about his fantasy or he thinks you’ll find it weird or offensive or something like that.”

“Or that it will just trigger your…I don’t know, your inner psycho,” Maya added. “You know, that part of you that just wants to dig into a problem until you’ve addressed it from every angle and solved the hell out of it, even if it didn’t really need to be solved?”

Tara knew exactly what Maya was talking about, though she didn’t have nearly as much control over that part of herself as she would have liked. Still, she wasn’t going to let that stop her from addressing what felt like a significant issue in her marriage. She just couldn’t handle that Seth was tending to his sexual needs without any involvement from her. It just couldn’t go on.

“Seduce him,” Anna suggested.

“What?” Tara asked.

“Seduce him into sharing his fantasy with you. That always works with men. Get him turned on. Put on something sexy. Fool around with him. Then introduce the idea of sharing his fantasy, or tell him that you want to be his fantasy so he can stop masturbating. I mean, I’m not against guys taking care of themselves, but I’m also not blind to the idea that it can be a bad thing for a marriage in the long term,” Anna said.

“I like her idea,” Maya added.

Lucy raised her glass in agreement and then leaned forward as they all shared a toast to the idea of Tara seducing her husband into sharing his fantasy with her. By the time the glass hit her lips Tara was already planning how she’d go about doing that.

Tara’s plan began with a meal. She prepared a perfect filet mignon, scalloped potatoes, and a light salad. She bought Seth’s favorite red wine and filled his glass high and they shared a romantic candlelit dinner that included a little bit of flirting on her part as Tara wanted to make absolutely certain that Seth thought he was getting laid that night.

After sharing a chocolate soufflé – Tara’s specialty when it came to desserts – they made their way to the couch to relax and fool around a little as the food settled in their stomachs. Tara wanted to draw out Seth’s arousal, so she alternated between kissing him and watching some wonderfully trashy reality TV.

Then, when the time was right, Tara excused herself to change into something more comfortable. She exited to the bedroom and put on a black lace bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set that she’d purchased that afternoon. She knew Seth loved that particular look and that it would only deepen his arousal when she stepped into the living room wearing it.

“Hey baby,” Tara said as she approached.

Seth turned and his eyes went wide as he scanned her body in the seductive black lingerie. “Oh, wow,” he said. “Tara, you look so hot.”

Tara smiled, sauntered towards her husband, and straddled him on the couch. His hands immediately moved to her thighs and he ran his fingers over the soft stockings before traveling over her hips and to her ass. They kissed as Seth possessively grabbed her flesh and squeezed it tight. Tara moaned into her mouth as their tongues danced and she delighted in the stiffness of her husband’s cock as it pressed into her.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“More than anything,” Seth replied.

They kissed again and Tara moved her hips over his lap like they were already fucking. It was Seth’s turn to moan as the friction from her lusty gyrations no doubt made his cock come alive with pleasure.

“I have to have you,” he said.

Tara stood and walked towards the bedroom. “Follow me, then,” she said. There was no need to look over her shoulder. Seth was following. He reached her right as Tara stepped into the bedroom and he wrapped his arms around her lithe body and kissed her neck as his cock pressed into her ass. “Get naked, baby. I want you.”

Tara crawled into the bed, rolled onto her back, and pushed a hand into her panties as she watched Seth strip. She moaned when he pulled his underwear down and revealed his hard cock and a smile crept across his face. He clearly liked the idea that she enjoyed the sight of his cock.

Seth crawled into the bed and on top of Tara. She reached down and stroked his stiff cock as their tongues entwined. He moaned and pressed his hips forward, rubbing the head of his dick over her panties and providing a lovely little rush of pleasure.

“Do you want me?” Tara asked.

“Desperately,” Seth replied.

Tara smiled, rolled Seth onto his back, and straddled him. She put her hands on his chest and dragged her panty-clad pussy over his cock, teasing him with the heat and wetness emanating from between her legs.

“I want something from you,” Tara said.

“Anything,” Seth answered.

Tara rolled off of him, pressed her body against his, and took Seth’s stiff cock in her fingers. She kissed his neck, moaned, and stroked him, concentrating her efforts on pleasuring the head as he moaned.

“I want you to tell me what you fantasize about,” Tara said softly.

Seth tightened up as if the idea made him nervous. Tara thought of what her friends had said about Seth feeling like he couldn’t share his fantasy for fear of alienating his wife.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, Seth,” she said. “You can tell me. You can share it with me. I’m your wife. I want to make your fantasy come true.”

“No, you don’t,” Seth replied.

Tara felt his mood change and for a moment a sense of defeat washed over her. She felt like a fool for getting dressed up and trying to seduce her husband into sharing his fantasy. But Tara wasn’t the sort of woman that accepted defeat, so she pushed that sensation aside and barreled forward. Come hell or high water, Seth was going to share his fantasy.

“Seth,” Tara said as she sat up and looked down at her husband, “I need you to share your fantasy with me. It bothers me that you masturbate without me. It bothers me that you’re fantasizing about something I don’t know about and that you’re taking care of your sexual needs without me. It really, really bothers me and I’m not going to be able to get over it until I know what your fantasy is. Even if it’s something really weird. If you want me to dress up like a nurse, put on a rubber glove, and give you a rectal exam, I’ll do it. If that’s what will satisfy you, I’ll do it.”

“What?” Seth asked. “Why would I want that?”

Tara breathed a quick sigh of relief – she really didn’t want to give her husband a rectal exam – and replied, “I don’t know, Seth! You’re the one with the secret fantasy. Why don’t you just tell me what you want? What do you fantasize about? And why are you so sure I won’t be interested in it?”

“Tara, why do you need to know?” Seth asked. “Really? Why do you need to know? It’s just a small thing. I don’t think about it all that often. I don’t masturbate all that often. It happens from time to time.”

“I don’t know why I need to know, Seth. I just need to. It’s just how I am. Every since I…well, since you left a porn site up on your laptop screen I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I can’t satisfy my husband, at least not enough to keep him from turning to porn to masturbate,” Tara replied.

A deeply guilty look came over Seth before he turned his gaze from her and said, “I’m sorry, Tara.”

Tara could tell he felt bad – really bad, perhaps – but that didn’t stop her from wanting to know his fantasy.

“If it helps, I actually fantasize about you,” Seth revealed.

Tara lit up. It felt like a breakthrough. He’d taken the first step. Surely he’d be willing to take the rest. “Okay, yes, that helps a little, though not as much as I need it to. It’s actually a little bit confusing, in a way. If you’re fantasizing about me, why do I need to be cut out of the process? Why do you have to fantasize while watching porn?”

“I don’t always watch porn,” he said. “Sometimes I do it without the visual aid. I just like it better with a video.”

Part of Tara wanted to yell at Seth for ever masturbating, but she thought of how each of her friends seemed to think she was absurd for being annoyed with Seth for taking care of his sexual needs on his own, so she refrained from yelling or even sounding frustrated with him. “Seth, just tell me what you fantasize about. If I’m included, how bad could it be?”

Seth took a deep breath, sat up, and looked down at Tara’s legs as he said, “I fantasize about you being with someone else.”

Given the many weird fantasies Tara had conjured after lunch with her friends, Seth fantasizing about her with someone else actually seemed pretty mild. Still, he seemed embarrassed by his fantasy, so Tara tried to be sensitive.

“Do you mean me having sex with someone else?” she asked.

Seth looked up at her and nodded. “And…well, sometimes you having a relationship with someone else. Like a boyfriend, I guess.”

Tara smiled, mostly because Seth seemed vulnerable in a way she wasn’t sure she’d ever experienced. It spoke to just how exposed he felt while sharing his fantasy, which she took to mean that he was finally being honest.

“Well, okay, that’s honestly not a fantasy I ever thought men had,” Tara noted.

“It’s more popular than you might think,” Seth replied.

“Well, if it’s popular at all then it’s more popular than I thought it was,” she said. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

Seth seemed just a little hurt and Tara regretted being a little bit flippant when he’d made himself so vulnerable at her behest.

“So, when you watch porn, like the video I saw on your laptop the other day, the one with the women in the silver dress, what do you fantasize about?” Tara asked.

A bit of excitement flashed in Seth’s eyes, presumably as he thought about the video. Tara hadn’t watched it – it was paused and she was so put off by the idea of Seth watching porn that she left the office immediately – but she’d noticed the beautiful, slender brunette in the shiny, floor length silver dress.

“I imagine it’s you,” Seth explained. “You’re in her place. You’re with the guy. So in my head I’m watching you with someone else.”

“You’re watching me have sex with someone else,” Tara said.

Seth nodded.

“And that excites you?” she asked.

He looked at her, nodded, and then looked away as the embarrassment seemed to return.

Tara reached out and took his hand. “Seth, it’s okay,” she said. “I’m really grateful that you’re sharing this. I really am.”

Seth looked at her, but it seemed that he had nothing else to say. As silence hung between them, Tara was struck with an idea that felt equal parts thrilling and dangerous.

“Can we watch the video together?” Tara asked.

Seth’s eyebrows shot up and he sat back. “What? Really? I don’t…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I think it is,” Tara said. “And I think you know me well enough to know that once I think an idea is good, I’m going to follow through with it. I’m not planning on just watching porn with you, though. I want to talk about your fantasy. I want to understand it, and I feel like actually seeing the video will help me with that. Go get your laptop.”

Seth seemed reluctant, but Tara wondered if he was playing up that reluctance a little bit to try and hide what was actually genuine excitement. It certainly didn’t take him long to get up and retrieve his laptop and Tara was fairly certain she saw a little bit of a smile on his face when he returned to the bedroom.

“Pull up the video,” Tara said as Seth crawled into bed.

He opened an incognito browser and navigated to the video with remarkable swiftness, indicating that it was far from the first time he’d searched for it. Tara reached over, grabbed the laptop, and set it across her stocking-clad thighs. She hit play and after five interminable seconds of an annoying live cam ad, the video began.

The same slender, beautiful brunette Tara had seen was alone as the scene started. It was night and she was outdoors in an elegant courtyard. She approached a table with a few lit candles and a bouquet of flowers in a vase. She sat and was soon joined by an exceptionally good looking, well-dressed man in glasses.

“He seems better looking than most guys in porn,” Tara noted.

The guy joined the beautiful brunette at the table and handed her a jewelry box. She opened it and smiled gleefully at the beautiful gift he’d given her. They shared a long, remarkably tender kiss and Tara looked at her husband.

“This is romantic,” she said with a bit of surprise in her voice.

“I know,” he replied. “It’s not…the fantasy, it doesn’t really work if it’s not a romantic kind of video. This one is…well, it’s really romantic and she looks like you and there’s something about that dress that I really like, too, so this one really works for me.”

Tara was surprised at the sense of flattery she felt at her husband’s comparison of her to a pornstar. Though the brunette was exceptionally beautiful and she had a remarkably lean, fit-looking body that ensured her dress looked flawless.

After the kiss and the exchange of a bit of fairly well-written dialogue about their desire for each other, the couple stood and walked to the middle of the outdoor courtyard. He took her in his arms and they danced. His hands roamed over her body and they shared soft, sensual kisses.

“So, when you’re watching this, you’re imagining me dancing with him?” Tara asked as the guy grasped the girl’s ass through the shiny silver dress.

“I am,” Seth answered.

“And you’re imagining me kissing him like that, and him touching me like that?” she asked.

“I am,” he said.

“And the romance of it, the passion between them, you like that?” she asked.

Seth looked at her. “That’s my favorite part.” Tara saw that flash of excitement in his eyes again. “I know it sounds crazy. I do. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything. But that passion, the intimacy, imagining you experiencing that with someone else is so hot to me.”

Tara glanced between Seth’s legs and saw that his cock had come back to life. He seemed harder than he’d been while they were fooling around. He wasn’t lying. He really was turned on.

The woman in the silver dress took her lover’s hand and led him towards a glass wall that looked into a beautifully-appointed living room. They didn’t go inside, though. Instead, she leaned against the wall and they kissed. The guy then kissed his way down her body, starting with her neck and pulling her dress open to offer her perky breasts a little bit of attention. He then fell to his knees, spread her dress at the thigh slit, and went to work on her pussy.

“And do you like the idea of him going down on me?” Tara asked.

“I do,” Seth answered. “I like the idea of him doing anything that makes you feel good.”

Tara was taken aback by how much she was enjoying the porn video. The scene was genuinely sensual and the couple really seemed to be into each other, though she knew Seth’s desire likely played a part in her enjoyment.

Imbued with a growing sense of desire, Tara reached out and took Seth’s cock in her hand as the guy on screen stood up. The woman in the silver dress unzipped his slacks, pulled out his cock, and kissed him. He lifted one of her legs as she leaned against the glass wall and his cock slipped inside her. They kissed as they fucked standing up and somehow it managed to look romantic.

“Does it turn you on to imagine someone else’s cock sliding in and out of me like that?” Tara asked.

Seth answered with a moan and Tara looked over to see his eyes closed and his mouth open. She gathered the precum from the tip of his cock and used it to lubricate his shaft. She leaned over and kissed him as the couple in the video did the same thing. The woman moaned into her man’s mouth and Seth moaned into Tara’s.

“Yes, it turns me on,” Seth answered as Tara pulled away.

On screen the couple shifted to what looked like an outdoor lounge chair. The guy was naked – they skipped the part where he stripped – and the woman crawled between his legs and took him in her mouth. She gave a slow, seductive blowjob and kept looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Tara could recognize a skilled performance and she couldn’t help but appreciate the performer’s obvious talent.

“Does this part turn you on?” Tara asked as she watched the blowjob.

“Yes,” Seth answered.

Tara looked over at her husband’s cock. The head looked bigger and a little darker than usual. His shaft felt stiffer, too. She assumed it was because his arousal had reached an uncommon level. Tara felt a little insecure – after all, his arousal was aided by the porn video they were watching – but she pushed it away to concentrate on the fact that her husband had shared his fantasy and that it wasn’t anywhere near as troubling as it could have been. In fact, it felt like something Tara could work with, and she was certain that if she gave her husband an orgasm while the video was playing that he would be deeply appreciative.

“You like the idea of me giving my boyfriend a slow, seductive blowjob?” she asked.

Seth moaned and his cock throbbed in her hand.

“You like the idea of me making my gorgeous boyfriend feel good with my warm, wet mouth?” she asked softly.

Seth looked at her and said, “I love it.”

The beautiful brunette – who still had her dress on – crawled forward and straddled her man. She took him inside her – the dress actually hid the penetration – and slowly sat down on his cock. Pleasure washed over his face and she smiled at the sight of his joy.

She began to ride him slowly. Her necklaces and her long, lustrous hair bounced gently as his cock moved in and out of her. She reached up and pulled the straps of the dress from her shoulders, freeing her perky breasts. She put her hands on his muscular chest and they fucked slowly. Really, they made love.

“Do you like watching me and my boyfriend make love?” Tara asked as she put herself in the video.

“Yes,” Seth admitted.

She leaned closer, stroked her husband a little faster, and asked, “Do you like watching that gorgeous man satisfy your wife?”

Seth nodded and they kissed. Tara offered her tongue and he took it. The sounds of sex and soft kissing emanated from the laptop. Seth moaned into her mouth and she felt his cock swell up.

Tara turned back to the screen. “Making love to him feels so good, Seth,” she said. He was close and Tara couldn’t help but get into it. “Having my boyfriend’s cock inside me, riding him, making love to him on this beautiful, romantic night feels so good.”

“Oh, fuck,” Seth said. His cock swelled in her hand and cum sprayed onto his stomach as Tara relaxed her grip and gently worked the head as she knew Seth enjoyed. His body pulsed in the way it often did when he had a great orgasm and the look on his face was one of the purest joy.

“Aren’t you glad you told me about your fantasy?” she asked.

Seth laughed. “Yes, I am.”

Tara looked back at the video and watched the beautiful brunette lean down and kiss the guy as she continued to ride him. The whole thing was shot from the side – they never cut to a view of him actually moving in and out of her – and it struck her as astoundingly beautiful. Arousing, too. Much more so than she expected.

“Seth? Will you do something for me?” she asked.

“Anything,” he replied.

Tara looked at him and smiled. “Will you go down on me?”

“Of course. Let me clean up real quick,” he said.

Seth bounded out of the bed and towards the bathroom and Tara set the laptop beside her and took off her panties. She spread her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy to discover the wetness she knew was there.

“Are you still watching?” Seth asked as he returned.

“I am,” she said. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Seth replied as he crawled between her legs and laid on his stomach.

“I’m sure this won’t take long,” Tara said.

She moaned the instant Seth’s tongue made contact with her clit as an electric charge of pleasure rushed through her body. Tara kept her eyes on the laptop screen, though. She watched the beautiful couple – they were both gorgeous – make love. She saw them kissing. She saw the woman’s hips rise up and down. She saw her make an effort to make her lover feel good while pursuing her own pleasure. Tara couldn’t help but put herself in the woman’s position – it’s what her husband wanted, after all – and she was surprised at how good it felt.

An orgasm soon followed. A good orgasm, too. Not as good as Seth’s seemed to be, but it wasn’t Tara’s fantasy. That didn’t mean she couldn’t make it work for her, though. In fact, she was certain she’d find a way to make Seth’s fantasy a part of their sex life.