Hello,
My wife went away for a work related stint and I always get excited when she does. We have only been taling about cuckolding for 6 months so everything is still very new for us. Her going away drives me nuts because I can't watch if anything happens and something were to I'd get the details hours after they happen. On this last trip I sent her a text message early in the evening, and wrote, partly in jest, "Are you having fun – wink, wink."
Tonight she was meeting for supper a colleague who has been the subject of many bedroom conversations. She knows I would not mind if she had a fling with him, so long as it was that, and nothing more. A part-time lover, if you will, while away on business. Initially she resisted the notion, even though she acknowledged she was attracted to him. But over time, as we were making out, his name would inevitably surface, usually when a business trip was just around the corner -- and she would explode with such intensity she would squirt and literally drench the bed.
Over the past couple of months she has met with him several times, always for long suppers at fine restaurants. The subject of sex often came to the fore, and she began at first to lay subtle hints that she was attracted to him. Over time she became bolder, and told him that I would not mind if she had a lover while away. Embolded even further, she mentioned that it would even excite me – and her – if she invited him to her hotel room. It never went that far: he was a married and devout Catholic who believed in the sanctity of marriage while it was inconceivable for my wife to have anyone but my hands on her body.
After I sent her the text message, I prepared supper, took a shower, and did some reading. When minutes ticked into hours, and I received no response, I suspected that this was going to be an evening to remember. Early that day, as we both woke up at five in the morning before she headed off to the train station she told me she had an erotic dream involving her work colleague. She told me that she was lapping him like an ice cream cone, and that she was so horny that she would have hopped on my bones were it not for the train.
Just before I headed for my late hour walk, the phone rang. It was my wife, and I immediately sensed that something was different.
"Can we talk or she is by your side?" she asked as I headed to the patio for some privacy. We have a teenage daughter, and she was watching tv.
"No it’s fine. We can talk," I replied.
"We met for supper, and then headed for some drinks at the hotel lobby," she said. They spent an hour talking, exchanging idle chat when the subject of sex came up. She told him she had an erotic dream that very morning, and he was in it. He naturally perked up, and asked him what happened. She laughed, and said maybe I will tell you later. My wife is a tease, knows it, and loves it. They shared more drinks when he brought up the subject of her dream, and placed a hand on her lap. By this time I headed downstairs to my basement office, and began entertaining myself while my wife was telling me about the evening’s events.
When she told him that in her dream she was sucking him before riding his cock, he looked at her and said we should be heading to your room. Morals can be so elastic at times. She looked at him, and said under one condition – that you are not to touch me. He replied that it would be impossible, especially after all the games they had been playing. She told again, it was either that or there was no way that he would pay a visit to her room. He relented, I guess, under the belief that once in her room that she would abdicate to the sexual tension.
They took the elevator, headed to the third floor, and finally reached her room. He was nervous, and she was -- she confessed -- very hot and horny.
"He didn’t know what to do with himself," she told me while I was playing with myself. "He’d lay in the bed only to stand up, and then lay back again in the bed. Eventually he sat to next to me in the sofa, picked me up in his arms and begin to caress my ass. That’s the first time in the past nine years that someone else besides you touched me," she said. I exploded all over myself, and I was still so excited I continued to play with myself.
"His hands, so big and strong, then moved onto my hips, and left them there, caressing them. He pushed his body against mine, and I felt his hardness. He was big," she told me. As he began to caress her body, my cockteasing wife told him it’s time to stop before things really got out of hand. And he did, looked at her and then kissed her on the cheek, before she said it was time to leave. She then headed straight to the shower, refreshed herself, hit the sack and gave herself "a most unsatisfactory orgasm."
"He’s not going to call me back, or if he is, it’s because he is going to tell me that he doesn’t want to see anymore."
I assured her that that was the last thing he was going to do.
Sure enough, he called her in the morning. He hoped she wasn’t upset with him, and that he would be able to see her again the next time she would drop by on business. She promised she would.
I picked up my wife this evening at the train station. Not a word was mentioned about the events that transpired while we walked hand in hand as lovers do. We headed to a restaurant, chatted away, talking about things lovers do. When we got home, we headed straight to the shower, and then hit the sack for an hour of absolutely torrid sex – until that is our daughter came home, interrupting what has yet to be finished.
In two weeks she will be heading in a business trip, and she will meet with her colleague for supper.
Al281
