The Little Differences Can Be So Arousing

You and your wife are on the couch. You’re watching a late night talk show, but you’re barely paying attention. She’s intermittently texting with her boyfriend and your mind is drifting to other things. You’re sitting together, though, and it’s nice. It feels intimate in the way a marriage sometimes does when you’ve been together for fifteen years.

Then a question pops into your head. “What’s different about being with him?” you ask.

She offers a slightly confused look and then cuddles up a little closer. “Different?” she asks. “What do you mean? I feel like you know the differences. He’s got a bigger cock. He’s more of an alpha male. He likes certain positions that you don’t. I’m willing to let him have my ass from time to time.”

Each of those little details brings with it a little bit of a thrill for you, but that’s not what you’re looking for. You’re not sure why, but you want something a little deeper. “It’s hard to explain, but I guess I mean the little things. Like, does he kiss you differently than I do? Is there something about it you like more with him? Little things like that.”

Your wife looks up, kisses you on the cheek, and asks, “Are you in the mood for a little fun?”

“I’m always in the mood for a little fun, but I’m actually curious too,” you answer.

A look comes over her face like’s scanning her memories for a suitable answer to your question. Then she smiles. “You know how I play with my clit when you’re inside me?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you say. She always plays with her clit when you have sex. You’ve always figured that’s just how she gets off.

“Well, I don’t do that with him,” she says.

“Why?” you ask.

“Your cock isn’t enough to make me cum, but his is,” she answers.

“Oh, wow,” you say as you’re hit with a now-familiar sensation you know as cuckold angst. There’s arousal in there, too, but despite knowing that he has a bigger cock than you and that she loves having sex with him, this feels like absolute proof that he’s better than you and it hits in a different way.

“That really did it for you, didn’t it?” your wife asks.

You nod and her fingers move over your inner thigh, though she doesn’t quite reach your crotch.

“Did you like hearing that, or was it too much?” she asks.

“No, I liked it,” you say.

Her fingers creep towards your crotch and once again she rubs them in slow circles, sending little waves of pleasure between your legs and helping your cock grow without touching it.

“I know that you like to cum inside me,” she says. “I’ve always known that. I’m pretty sure every man likes to cum inside the woman he’s having sex with. There’s just something about being a man that makes you want to ejaculate in the woman you’re inside of.”

“That’s true,” you reply.

“It’s different with him,” she says. “I don’t just let him cum inside me because I know he’ll like it. I love when he cums inside me. When I see that look on his face, when I hear the noises he makes when he’s cumming, I feel such intense pleasure. I can’t even explain it. It’s a feeling unlike any other, like my body actually needs his cum inside it and so it makes me feel all these beautiful, wonderful things when it happens.”

You notice that you’re breathing a little heavier. Your balls have tightened up a little. Your cock has grown. Your wife reaches between your legs and begins to massage you to a fully erect state.

“Did that turn you on?” she asks.

“Yes,” you admit.

“You don’t mind that I genuinely love having another man cum inside me?” she asks. “That I’ve actually come to crave his cum inside me in a way I never craved yours?”

You’re stiff. You’re so stiff it hurts as your cock tries to tear through your jeans and escape into the air so it can feel your wife’s soft hand wrapped around it. “I never knew you actually craved it, that it actually made you feel good when he came inside you. But I love it.”

“He’s a better kisser than you,” she says.

“Really?” you ask.

She moans quietly and strokes you through your jeans. “I can feel his desire in his kisses. I’m not sure I could really say what he’s doing differently, but it feels different. It feels like he needs me, like he can’t live without me, when he kisses me. Every time we kiss I want him. Every time I feel his tongue in my mouth I want his cock inside me. It isn’t that way with you.”

She straddles you. Her lips find their way to yours. You kiss. Her tongue is eager and active and it’s incredibly pleasurable, and yet you can’t help but feel inferior. You like that, though. The cuckold in you wants your wife to be thinking of her boyfriend as she’s kissing you.

“Yeah, he’s a better kisser than you. The differences are subtle, but he’s better,” she says.

You see a glint in her eye. You see that what started as a casual question has turned into a form of foreplay for your wife.

“I swallow for him,” she says.

“You do?” you ask. She’s literally never swallowed for you.

She nods, leans closer, and kisses you softly. Her lips linger against yours for a few moments before she says, “I love swallowing for him. It turns me on. I know it sounds crazy given how much I hate it when you cum in my mouth, but I love doing it for him. I don’t know why, but I love it. If I masturbate while I’m going down on him, I can cum so easily when he unloads in my mouth. I can actually cum the moment he’s sliding down my throat.”

You’re not a cuckold that has the pleasure of watching – your wife just isn’t into it – and you had no idea her boyfriend was regularly cumming in her mouth. You wish she’d shared that detail with you – it’s exquisitely hot, but you’re too turned on to care in the moment.

“I’m much more into dirty talk with him,” she says. “I feel a little self-conscious doing it with you, but when I’m with him I don’t feel that way. I let loose.”

She reaches down and unzips your pants. She frees your cock and kisses you as her fingers stroke your stiff shaft.

“What kind of dirty talk?” you ask.

She smiles. “He likes it when I beg him to fuck me. He likes it when I tell him to fuck my tight, married pussy. He likes it when I tell him to pound me. He likes it…”

She pauses and you can see that she’s feeling a little self-conscious. You reach down, lift her skirt, and push a hand into her panties. Your fingers slip between her labia and you feel her wetness.

Your wife moans as you rub her clit. She bites her lower lip, leans forward a little, and says, “He likes it when I tell him that I want to be his good little married slut. He likes it when I tell him that he owns my pussy, that it’s his to do with as he pleases, that it’s his to fuck whenever he wants.”

You’ve never heard her talk like that. She’s certainly never talked like that with you. Suddenly it’s clear that her boyfriend has genuinely unleashed an entirely different side of your wife. You feel, in a certain way, like you’re meeting a new woman. It makes you a little nervous, but you love it, too.

She kisses you, and as her tongue is dancing in your mouth your wife reaches down, pulls her panties aside, and takes your cock inside her. She moans as you fill her. She grinds back and forth, rubbing her clit into your pelvis while the intense heat and wetness of her pussy milks your cock.

She says nothing. He gets the pleasure of dirty talk with her, but she’s not willing to do it with you. That’s okay, though. In fact, it might be even hotter that way, because all you can think about is that her boyfriend fucks her so good that she can’t help but unleash a torrent of dirty talk when they’re together.

She reaches down to play with her clit while she’s riding you. Of course she does. She has to with you. It’s different now, though. Now you know that she doesn’t do it with him.

That’s why you cum inside her. You cum before her. You cum while thinking that she’s not feeling the same kind of lust she feels when her boyfriend cums inside her. It makes your orgasm better.

Your wife sits still on your cock and plays with her clit until she cums. She smiles and kisses you as her orgasm recedes.

“I love you,” you say. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she replies. “More than you can possibly know.”

What a lucky man you are.