Hello,
I can almost pinpoint the exact time that I realised that I was a wannabe cuckold.
Juliet and I have been together since just after we left school, we were 18 years old and we had a pretty normal relationship. I was a very jealous boyfriend and used to hate it when she went out with the girls and I'd quiz her the next day, asking her about the evening and if she'd been chatted up, of course she almost always had been, at 5'9" with blonde hair, sexy green eyes, and a figure with curves in all the right places especially her fantastic tits.
I'd get mad if she told me someone had asked her to dance although she always declined but nevertheless the jealousy tore me up, ironically it's almost that same feeling now that gets me extremely turned on.
It was after we had been married for a couple of years and were in our late 20's that she was invited to go to an adult soul weekend at a holiday camp with a group of other women, normally I would have begged her not to go but this time I was ok with her going, in fact the nearer the weekend got the more I was finding myself having strange feelings about her trip.
I started to fantasize about her dancing and flirting with groups of lads, looking sexy in low cut tops and I was actually getting hard at the thought of it.
A few days before leaving Juliet was saying how she didn't really have many nice clothes to take so I encouraged her to go shopping and I even went with her.
I helped her pick out a few tops and a couple of short skirts, every time she appeared from the changing cubicle I was getting more and more turned on, I persuaded her to buy a couple of wrap round tops with a plunging neck line and also a a black top with straps and a deep V front.
I think Juliet was a bit surprised that I was not only happy for her to go away leaving me with the kids, but was also picking out some outfits for her that we're definitely going to attract some attention.
A couple of nights beforehand as we laid in bed she was asking me if I was sure about her going and was I ok with what she'd be taking to wear. I assured her I was and I confessed that I was getting turned on thinking about her being away with a bunch of women and I was having some weird fantasies about how she might react to any attention that she might receive.
Juliet started to ask for more details about what thoughts I'd had, as I started to tell her she started stroking my cock and as she did her questions were more intense, she went from "what would you think if I was getting asked to dance?" To "how would you feel if I accepted?" And "what if I they try to kiss me and i'm too drunk to stop them?"
As she asked she continued to stroke my cock which by now was as hard as iron.
Juliet giggled and continued with the questions, "the girls do get quite drunk when they go on these trips and they do like to let their hair down."
"If I'm quite drunk and dancing with someone and he starts kissing me, one thing might lead to another, I might not be able to stop myself."
"He might take me outside and start playing with my tits, he might start kissing them, then he might slid his hands up the back of my skirt and find my stocking tops, I have to wear stockings and suspenders, it is an 80's weekend after all."
I couldn't answer, she knew just by mentioning stockings (my kryptonite) she could do whatever she wanted, I had my eyes closed and was imagining Juliet making out with some random bloke against a wall, her tits lifted out of her push up bra and her stocking tops and suspenders on view. I imagined the stranger sliding his hand between her thighs, hooking her thong to the side and slipping his fingers inside her wet pussy.
Juliet moved her hand away from my cock and straddled me, she lowered her self on to me, I can only imagine she was having similar thoughts to me as her eyes were also closed and her soaking wet pussy slid easily down my shaft.
"What if he wants to fuck me" she asked,
"Should I let him?"
I found myself nodding my head at first, then I was actually saying the words "yes, yes, you should let him fuck you, let him bend you over and fuck your married pussy."
Juliet was rocking back and forth faster and faster now.
"Should I tell him I'm married?"
"Yes" I gasped "tell him you're a bad bad wife and your husband is at home with the kids."
"Yes, I'll tell him that I'm a really naughty wife for letting him fuck me like a cheap slut against a wall."
I couldn't take any more, the dirty talk, the picture in my head of Juliet leaning against a wall with her skirt round her waist getting fucked hard from behind combined with Juliet bouncing up and down on my shaft was just too much. I started to cum harder than I had ever cum before, Juliet knew what to say, she was talking louder now "yes that's it, shoot your hot cum into my hot married cunt, my husband will never know, he thinks I'm such a good little wifey, little does he know what a slut I am when He's not around."
Juliet stiffened, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ooh yeah that's it, I'm cumming too."
She stayed astride me for a few minutes, not saying a word, then she kissed me softly on the lips for a few minutes before climbing off and rolling over "goodnight hubby" she whispered before drifting off to sleep.
I laid awake for hours, I didn't know what to think, what was wrong with me? Why did I find this such a turn on? Why did Juliet join in with my fantasy without any hesitation? And lastly did this mean that I had given her the green light to be unfaithful whilst she was away?
As my mind was racing I realised that my cock was already hard again and I realised that I actually wanted her to be the slut that was in my fantasy and that I wanted to hear all about it.
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