Becca Bellamy
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Exploring His Desire to Watch Her with Another Man
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 04:14:48 +0000 UTCMost of my stories take place after someone's already been cuckolded. Sometimes, though, it's fun to explore the kind of play that soon-to-be cuckold and hotwife couples indulge in before they've taken the plunge. After all, the sort of back and forth depicted in this story can be just as hot as the actual thing. I hope you enjoy it :)
"You're so wet," Dale said as his fingers entered his wife.
"I know," Elizabeth replied. "You know that a good massage always turns me on, and this massage has been better than most."
Dale's lips encircled her nipple as he pushed a third finger into his wife and used his thumb to generate blissful friction for her clit.
"Dale, baby, I want you inside me."
He moved with haste between her legs. She guided him inside her. They kissed as he began to thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned.
Thirty seconds later, it was over. Elizabeth had climaxed. Dale straightened his arms and lifted himself off his wife to study the blissful post-orgasmic look on her face.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry that was so quick. I can't help it when I get that turned on."
Dale pulled out, knowing full well that her clit was too sensitive after an orgasm for him to continue fucking his wife.
"You should rub my feet," Elizabeth said.
Dale rested a pillow by the headboard and sat up against it. Elizabeth shifted her body to rest her feet in his lap. She closed her eyes as Dale offered the foot rub she'd requested. He let his gaze wander over her body. Her nipples were still erect from the arousal that had coursed through her and led to such a quick orgasm. Her labia were still puffy with desire. Her pussy was still wet. Her thighs still trembled just a little from the continued aftermath of her climax.
"That feels so good," she said.
After a few minutes, Elizabeth opened her eyes and gestured for a throw pillow. Dale tossed it her way and she rested it behind her head.
"You look beautiful," he noted.
"I like that you always enjoy how I look after I've cum."
He rubbed each of her toes, taking his time with it to ensure that his wife felt good, that she received the pleasure she both craved and deserved.
"I like how you look when you're cumming, too," he said.
Elizabeth took her breasts in her hands, arched her back, and moaned. "I know you do, baby. It's a good thing I cum so easily. That way, you get to watch me cum a lot more often than most men do with their wives."
"I do like to watch."
Her lips curled into a playful smile. "Yeah?"
Dale nodded as he met her gaze and held it. Neither of them said a word, but he was certain they were both talking about his stated fantasy of watching his wife have sex with another man.
"You should get my toy," she said. "Out of my nightstand drawer."
Dale set her feet aside and crawled to the other side of the bed to retrieve the cylindrical vibrator that his wife favored. He handed it to her and returned to sitting against the headboard and rubbing her feet.
Elizabeth rubbed the toy over her pussy lips and pushed the head inside her. She pulled it out, turned it on, and held it against her clit. Dale watched her toes curl and listened as his wife's soft moans filled the room.
She almost always came more than once when they had 'playtime,' as she liked to call it. Her quick orgasms and sensitive clit meant that their sex life was a bit unusual, as Dale was rarely able to cum in the short span of time it took his wife to have an orgasm via penetration. He'd come around to the notion that it meant their sex life was more varied and interesting than most, though, especially since he felt safe enough to express his more off-the-beaten-path desires with her.
Elizabeth's first orgasm was typically rushed, like her body and brain demanded that it happen as quickly as possible to satisfy the overwhelming need that her arousal had generated. She was capable of taking her time after that, of driving herself to the edge of a climax before pulling back, as if she could stand a bit of teasing - self-inflicted or otherwise - once she'd had the first orgasm.
The toy pushed into her pussy - which was now wetter - and every inch of it disappeared as Dale stared between his wife's legs.
"That looks so hot," he said.
Elizabeth opened her eyes. "Yeah?"
Dale nodded. "It really does."
"You're not rubbing my feet."
Dale resumed the massage. He liked that his wife seemed more than happy to ask for a rub in exchange for giving him a little of the fantasy he craved. He liked that she seemed to understand, too, that he found it exciting to rub her after she'd cum and while he was still desperate for an orgasm.
"What would you do while you watched?" she asked.
"What?"
Elizabeth held the toy against her clit and moaned. "Would you just watch? Would you masturbate? Would you...I don't know, would you want to be right next to me to kiss me or hold my hand?"
"While I watched someone else fuck you?" Dale asked, mostly because he wanted to hear her say it.
She smiled. "Yes, Dale, what would you do while you watched someone else fuck me?"
He'd thought countless times of her having sex with another man, but Dale hadn't given much thought to what he'd do while it was happening. He was almost always masturbating while he fantasized, but that was different from what he might do in the moment.
"I think I'd...I think I'd like to touch myself while I watched. Maybe not in a way where I was trying to cum, though. I don't think I'd enjoy it as much if I came while I was watching."
Elizabeth plunged the toy into her pussy and arched her back. Dale lifted her foot to his lips and kissed the tops of her toes. She moaned, though he wasn't sure if it was because she liked the toe kissing or if she liked having the toy buried in her pussy.
She closed her eyes and pulled the toy out. It glistened with her wetness as Elizabeth held it against her clit and let the vibrations do their work.
Fueled by a desire to venture into a kinkier headspace, Dale took her big toe in his mouth and sucked on it. Elizabeth moaned and wiggled her toe, seemingly as a way of letting him know that she thoroughly enjoyed how it felt.
"That feels so good," Elizabeth said softly.
The vibrating toy entered her pussy once more, but this time she fucked herself instead of merely holding it inside her. In and out the toy went. It wasn't quite like watching a cock fuck her, but Dale found it deeply pleasurable, fueled in large part by his wife's willingness to indulge in a version of his fantasy.
"Does it feel good to get fucked like that?" he asked.
She opened her eyes, looked at him, and nodded. "It does, baby. It feels so good to get fucked while you watch. To have a cock inside me while you watch."
Dale felt the blood rush to his dick. He looked down to see that the head had gotten a little bigger, that its color had darkened slightly from the sudden surge of arousal.
Without giving it much thought, Dale began to suck on his wife's big toe once more. He took it all in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He rubbed her calves while doing so. She fucked herself with the toy for a bit longer and then resumed vibrating her clit, her moans having gotten louder.
"Dale, baby, I'm cumming!"
Elizabeth claimed her second orgasm of the night, holding the toy against her clit until she'd finished. Once her moans had ceased she turned the vibrator off and set it on the bed beside her as Dale let her toe slip from his mouth and resumed the foot massage.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and enjoyed the rub for a few minutes without saying a word. Dale studied her as erotic energy coursed through his body. He considered how lucky he was to be with a woman that was happy to indulge - at least a little - in his fantasies and that seemed disinclined to judge him in even the slightest manner for getting turned on at the idea that of her fucking someone else.
"What if I didn't want you to masturbate?" she asked.
"What?"
Elizabeth looked up. "While you watched. What if I didn't want you to masturbate? What if I wanted you to keep your hands away from your cock, to concentrate all your energy on watching me and whatever man I've invited into our bed?"
"I'd enjoy that," he answered.
She pulled her feet back and moved to her knees. She crawled closer and was soon seated next to him with her hand around his stiff cock. She gathered Dale's precum and the sounds of slippery stroking filled the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" she whispered. "You wouldn't mind that me and my new man were getting off while you weren't allowed to touch yourself? You wouldn't mind that my pussy was going to make another man cum while I'd forbidden you from evening touching your dick?"
Dale moaned. "Fuck...Elizabeth..."
She stopped stroking him.
"No, I wouldn't mind. That would be really hot, actually."
"Is that right?"
He nodded. "Yes. I'm not sure I understand why, but that would be really hot."
Elizabeth straddled him and Dale grabbed her ass.
"No touching."
He let his hands fall to the bed. She reached down to guide his cock into the intense wetness and heat of her pussy and sank down on him. Dale was overcome with desire and he reached for her ass again - to urge her to ride him - before relenting and once more letting his hands fall to the bed.
Elizabeth leaned forward until her breasts were close enough to Dale's face that he could feel their warmth. He wanted nothing more than to suck on them, to flick his tongue back and forth over her nipple, to give his wife pleasure.
"No touching," she said softly. "None at all. Just stay still."
Elizabeth lifted her hips until just the tip of his cock remained inside her. She moaned and slowly sat down on him. She repeated the process over and over, her hands running through his hair and over his shoulders. She leaned forward enough that her breasts brushed against his face. She was touching him, but he refrained from touching her despite his intense desire to do so.
"What if he had a bigger cock?" she asked.
"What?"
Elizabeth leaned back and rested her hands on his thighs with his cock still buried inside her. "This man I'd be fucking." She smiled. "Let's call him my boyfriend."
Dale moaned softly.
"What if my boyfriend had a bigger cock than yours? How would you feel about that?"
Dale's cock was a little bit above average and he'd never felt any particular inferiority where it was concerned. That didn't preclude him from fantasizing about his wife fucking someone with a bigger cock, though. He'd never shared that detail with her, but he thought about it all the time.
"I'd like that," he said.
"Why?"
"Because...years ago we had a conversation about size. I don't remember all the details, but I do remember you saying that size matters to a certain extent, that a bigger cock does feel better in a lot of ways, and this thing, this fantasy...ultimately it's about me watching you have great sex, so if a bigger cock would mean better sex, then that's what I want for you."
Elizabeth leaned forward and directed her nipple between his lips. "You can pleasure me with your mouth."
He did as she asked and was rewarded with the blissful sensations of her pussy moving up and down on his cock.
"I would enjoy a bigger cock," she said.
Dale very nearly came inside his wife and he moaned loudly enough that she must have known he was close. She slowed down, certainly, and he held off on cumming as he wanted to keep things going.
"Really?" he asked.
Elizabeth leaned back a little - depriving him of her breasts - and nodded. "I wasn't lying when we had that conversation. Size does matter and it feels nice to have a big cock inside me. I love yours, of course, so don't get me wrong, but if I'm going to fuck someone else then I might as well fuck someone with a bigger cock than yours."
He couldn't help but kiss her. He had to. He ran his hands up her back and pulled her mouth close. Their lips met and their tongues entwined. Elizabeth seemed to know better than to ride him, though, as she kept her hips still, bathing him her warmth and incredible wetness but preventing him from cumming.
"Would you really enjoy it, Dale?" she asked.
The question was genuine. They'd stepped outside the fantasy for a moment. Dale held his wife's gaze for a few moments and nodded. "Yes, I would. I know it might sound crazy, but I would enjoy it. I'm sure there would be unexpected elements of it. I'm sure I'd be surprised at how certain elements of the reality of this fantasy didn't quite line up to what I thought they'd be, but yes, I'd enjoy watching you have sex with someone that had a bigger cock than mine."
Elizabeth climbed off of him and laid back once more. She spread her legs and turned her toy on. She held it against her clit and Dale reached for her feet to massage her once more, but she shook her head.
"I want you to kiss my thighs while I masturbate," she said.
Dale smiled and laid between his wife's legs. She held the vibrator against her clit and he pressed his lips against the soft skin of her left thigh and showered it in slow, gentle kisses. He moved from one side to the other, showing his affection while she unleashed a steady stream of moans.
Elizabeth plunged the toy into her pussy and fucked herself, immersing Dale in his fantasy as he imagined himself having a similar view while someone else's cock - instead of a toy - was deep inside her.
"That looks so hot," he said.
Elizabeth lifted her head and looked down at him. She played with her tits and fucked her pussy as Dale continued to kiss her thighs, though he tried his best to keep an eye on the toy sliding in and out of her.
Dale was close to her pussy when Elizabeth pulled the dildo out and he moved towards it. His lips brushed against the toy and he extended his tongue. He tasted her juices on it and he couldn't help but moan at the thrill of it.
Elizabeth pulled the dildo away, but only for a moment. She rested it against her pussy and held it there. Dale inched forwards and extended his tongue. He licked the toy. He kissed it. He felt nervous while doing so as he worried his wife might suddenly find his desire off putting.
The judgment never came, though. Instead, Elizabeth maneuvered the dildo so the tip was pointed towards Dale's mouth. She didn't say a word, but it seemed to him that she was offering the chance to take it between his lips if he wanted.
Dale went for it. He took the toy in his mouth. He closed his lips around it. He sucked on it. He sucked his wife's juices off of it. He sucked it clean. Elizabeth shifted her hand and allowed him to take more of the toy if he so chose. Dale went for it again. He sucked nearly all of it into his mouth and listened to his wife moan as he did so.
Dale pulled back and she set the toy aside. He moved his lips to her pussy. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. She held his head in her hands and just a handful of seconds later Elizabeth had her third orgasm of the night. Her thighs opened wider as she climaxed and Dale reached up to play with his wife's tits in hopes of adding an extra dash of pleasure.
"Thank you," she said. "That was exceptional."
"I like that you cum so easily, that you cum so often."
She caressed his face. "I like that you're always so eager to make me cum more than once."
He kissed her thighs, slowly moving down her legs until he was kissing her feet. Dale then sat against the headboard once more. Elizabeth let him rub her feet for a short while, doing so with her eyes closed. Dale always liked the sense that he was making her feel good, that he was, in a way, serving her, and when she had her eyes closed with a slight smile on her face it was always especially thrilling.
"Move to your back," she said.
Dale did so and Elizabeth straddled his thighs. She grabbed her toy once more, turned it on, and held it against her clit while her fingers encircled his cock, gathered his precum, and stroked him slowly.
The toy disappeared inside Elizabeth and Dale watched as his wife fucked herself. She moaned softly, closed her eyes, and tightened her grip on his cock.
The dildo came out of her pussy and Elizabeth took Dale inside her. She rested one hand on his chest and began to ride him slowly. Then, to his surprise and delight, she rubbed the toy against his lips.
Dale opened his mouth. She pushed the toy onto his tongue. He closed his lips around it. He sucked on it as she gently moved it in and out of his mouth.
Elizabeth leaned down and kissed his neck as he sucked her juices from the toy. She moaned and rode his cock faster, her pussy offering intense pleasure as she milked him.
"What if I wanted you to suck my boyfriend's cock clean after you watched him fuck me?" she whispered.
Dale answered by cumming inside his wife. She kissed his neck and moaned like she was the one having an orgasm. It made him cum even harder.
She set the toy aside and sat up. Her nipples were hard and her smile was sweet and genuine. She seemed thrilled to have made him cum.
"How did that feel?" she asked.
"Like one of the best orgasms I've ever had."
Elizabeth leaned down and kissed him softly. The kiss went on for far longer than he'd expected, though, becoming something deeply passionate. The lust it generated seemed to inspire her to begin grinding her pussy over his crotch. He felt his cum leaking out of her and making something of a mess, but Dale didn't care. His wife wanted to cum and he wanted her to have whatever she desired. He grabbed Elizabeth's ass and squeezed it hard - in the manner she enjoyed - and soon enough she'd had her fourth orgasm of the night.
Afterwards, Elizabeth climbed off of Dale and they cuddled together. She kissed his neck and rested a hand across his chest as he felt one of her breasts press into his arm.
"You know, I could see myself actually making your fantasy reality if you think that's something you'd really want to try," she said. "It might take a long time to find someone and it might not work out in the end, but I think I'd be willing to try."
Dale smiled. "I'd like that very much and I'd be willing to do just about anything to make it happen."
She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll keep that in mind. We might get to see if you really mean it."
Dale meant it. He resolved to find some way to show his wife that he meant it, too, to do something unexpected to help her find someone worthy of having sex with. He'd have to think on it, but he'd find a way to show Elizabeth he was serious about doing whatever it took to make his fantasy a reality, and for that reality to be amazing for her.
