Becca Bellamy
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Love and Cuckolding - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-04-05 05:46:36 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Seth woke up earlier than usual and try as he might, he couldn’t get back to sleep. Instead, anxiety gripped him as he wondered if he’d made a colossal mistake in confessing his fantasy to Tara.
She seemed receptive to it – she’d even watched the video while he went down on her – but that didn’t stop Seth’s mind from generating all sorts of disastrous scenarios, including that Tara might wake up, look at him, and wonder what kind of man she’d married. After all, what sort of man fantasized about his wife having a boyfriend and enjoying romantic sex with that boyfriend?
With his brain unwilling to let him sleep, Seth got up and headed for the kitchen, though not before taking a moment to admire his beautiful wife as she slept. Emotion welled up in him as he watched her sleep so peacefully while anxiety over the future of his marriage washed over him. Seth tried his best to be quiet as he left the bedroom and made his way downstairs and into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee.
As he waited, Seth tried to take an optimistic view of what had happened the night before. He reasoned that Tara had given no indication that she found his fantasy unpleasant. In fact, she’d offered him an orgasm via her hand while talking about his fantasy and then she’d watched a porn video while he went down on her. All the evidence available to Seth was in favor of Tara being on board with his fantasy, and yet some part of him still struggled to believe that she’d be anything other than disappointed, or even embarrassed on his behalf.
After making the coffee exactly as he liked it – with a little bit of cream and sugar – Seth took his cup to the armchair in their living room that looked out the front window. He opened the curtains, settled into the comfy chair, and took a sip. He smiled and tried his best to imagine what it might be like if Tara was actually on board with his fantasy.
The video from the night before popped into his head immediately. He saw Tara as the beautiful woman in the shiny silver dress. He saw her kissing and dancing with the guy that just couldn’t keep his hands off her perfect ass. He saw the guy going down on her and he saw them fucking in that particularly hot-looking standing position. He saw it all, only it felt more real because now Tara knew about his fantasy. Seth let himself imagine a world where his wife was actually on board with it, where she actually was the woman in the video, or any of the other romantic porn videos he’d watched over the years.
Seth’s mental journey led him to a place of great arousal and his cock was half hard in his boxers without even a hint of physical stimulation. For a moment he considered heading to the office and indulging in a quick masturbation session – or even grabbing his phone and doing it right there in the living room – but he judged that desire as foolish and put it aside.
It wouldn’t have mattered, anyway, as Tara stirred away not long after Seth’s little fantasy played out in his head. He heard his beautiful wife make her morning trip to the bathroom where she would – as she always did – turn on the faucet to wash her face and go pee while the water warmed up. Her morning beauty routine typically took ten minutes, which gave Seth just enough time to get a batch of pancakes going, so he put aside his fantasy, hopped to his feet, and headed for the kitchen.
By the time Tara joined him, the table was set and Seth was scooping heart-shaped pancakes onto a serving dish.
“What’s all this?” Tara asked as she surveyed the table setting, including the vase he’d filled with fresh flowers from the garden.
Seth set the pancakes on the table and offered Tara a kiss on the cheek before taking her hand and saying, “I spent my morning thinking of you, so I figured I’d do something nice for you.”
Tara looked up at him with a beaming smile on her face, offered a kiss on the lips, and took the seat that Seth had pulled out of her. “This looks amazing,” she said. “This is really sweet, Seth.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he replied.
Tara poked a fork into one of the pancakes and pulled it onto her plate before smiling brightly and saying, “And heart-shaped pancakes. They’re perfect. What did I do to deserve all of this?”
Seth didn’t want to say that he’d made breakfast because he was so grateful that Tara had listened to his fantasy without judgment and had offered an exceptionally pleasurable handjob before having him go down on her. That was the real reason, but he wasn’t sure how she was feeling about what had happened the night before and it felt too risky to be the first one to bring it up.
Instead of being totally honest, he offered a simpler form of honesty. “I love you, Tara. I love you in a way I didn’t know it was possible to love someone, and sometimes you should make pancakes for the person you love.”
Tara unleashed a delighted giggle –she wasn’t someone who giggled often and it was delightful – and leaned over to give Seth a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the syrup and pouring it over her pancake. “I love you too, Seth.” She took a big bite and smiled at him. “This is delicious.”
They ate and talked like a happy couple tends to do on a weekend morning and by the time breakfast was over Seth had almost entirely forgotten the anxiety that had been with him from the moment he’d woken up that morning.
“So, how are you feeling?” Tara asked as she pushed her plate aside.
“What do you mean?” Seth replied, though he knew exactly what she meant.
“After last night,” Tara clarified. “I know it was a big deal to share what you shared with me and I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing, just in general.”
Seth took a deep breath and said, “Okay, well, to be honest, I’m feeling a little anxious.”
“About what?” Tara asked.
Seth looked into his wife’s eyes and saw only care and concern. “That sharing my fantasy – that particular fantasy – will make you think less of me or that it will somehow endanger our relationship in some way. I don’t know, I guess I just feel like it’s not the kind of fantasy that any wife actually wants to hear from her husband and I can’t help but worry that you’re going to have trouble seeing me in the same way.”
Tara reached out, took his hand, and squeezed it gently. “You don’t need to worry about that, Seth. I love you. You’re a wonderful man and a remarkable husband. You make me happy in every way, which is why I want to make you happy, which is why I wanted to know your fantasy, and why I don’t think any less of you because you have that fantasy. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Really?” Seth asked.
Tara stood and moved to sit in his lap. Seth wrapped his arms around his wife and she offered a pancake-flavored kiss while caressing his face in a remarkably comforting manner. “I truly have no problem with your fantasy, Seth. It’s quite the opposite. I really enjoyed last night. I enjoyed learning about your fantasy, for sure, but I also enjoyed putting myself in it. It helps that the video was actually quite arousing – far more romantic and sensual than most porn – but if I’d found your fantasy off putting I wouldn’t have gotten so turned on.”
“Did you…did you really put yourself in it?” Seth asked with undisguised hope in his voice.
Tara smiled. “I did. That’s the same thing you do, right? You imagine me as the woman in the silver dress?”
He nodded.
“So that’s what I did. I watched that video and I put myself in her place. I played the part of a married woman spending an evening with her boyfriend. I thought of kissing that exceptionally good-looking guy in the video. I thought of dancing with him and feeling his hands moving over my back and grasping my ass. I thought of him kissing his way down my body and dropping to his knees in front of me to use his tongue to pleasure me.”
Seth had seen the video enough that he could picture every moment Tara described, only now it was her in his head, not the brunette star of the scene.
“Do you like that I let my imagination run wild?” Tara asked.
“Yes,” Seth answered, though he was certain she already knew that as he was hard and his cock was pressing into her ass.
“So, does that mean you like that I imagined having sex with another man while you were going down on me?” Tara asked.
Seth felt breathless for a moment. He nodded and Tara smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips felt soft and warm and he parted his in the hopes that she’d welcome an escalation of eroticism. When her tongue slipped into his mouth Seth moaned and slipped a hand under her t-shirt. He found her breasts – she rarely wore a bra in the mornings – and she offered a moan in return as he played with her soft, smooth, perky flesh.
“Did you really imagine having sex with someone else?” Seth asked.
Tara nodded and then stood, lowered her pajama shorts, and quickly freed Seth’s cock. She straddled him and rubbed the head of his erection over her pussy lips. Her wetness engulfed his flesh as Tara sat down and took every inch of him inside her.
“I imagined being on top of that gorgeous man,” Tara said. “I imagined having his beautiful cock inside me. I imagined riding him slowly like she did. I imagined taking my time in enjoying my boyfriend’s cock.”
Seth lifted Tara’s t-shirt over her head and leaned forward to kiss and lick her breasts. She put a hand around the back of his head and held him close as she rode his cock slowly, just like the woman in the video had done.
“I want to make you happy, Seth,” she said. “I want to make your fantasy my fantasy. I want to be a good wife for you.”
“You’re already an incredible wife, Tara,” he replied as pleasure spread from the site of their union. “You don’t have to be with someone else to be a good wife.”
Tara smiled and leaned forward to ride him a little faster. Her steamy, soaking wet pussy moved up and down Seth’s remarkably stiff shaft and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed inside her.
“This is your fantasy, Seth,” she said before unleashing a long moan. “And I’m going to make it my fantasy. I’m going to be the wife you want me to be. I’m going to be the kind of wife that has a boyfriend, that has beautiful, romantic sex with that boyfriend. I’m going to make your fantasy come true. You want that, don’t you?”
“I want that more than anything,” Seth answered. He was completely lost in the pleasure of fucking his wife while talking about his fantasy. He couldn’t answer any other way. He wanted it desperately and if Tara was willing to offer it, Seth couldn’t turn that down.
“Then picture me with my boyfriend,” Tara said. “Picture me in that silver dress. Picture me on top of that gorgeous man. Picture me moaning as I ride that big, beautiful cock of his, the cock that I just made love to with my mouth.”
“Tara…I’m close,” Seth replied as he pictured all of that.
Tara kissed him and moaned into Seth’s mouth. He grabbed her ass and squeezed hard and her moan deepened. She pulled her lips away, threw her head back, and unleashed a beautiful climax. Witnessing the pleasure on her face put Seth over the top, largely because he couldn’t help but imagine another man providing her with that pleasure.
They came together with Tara slowly riding Seth and using her pussy to milk every bit of pleasure from his cock. He rolled his head back and a hazy smile crossed his face as Tara leaned forward to kiss him softly.
“Was that a good orgasm?” she asked.
“It was incredible, Tara,” he replied. “You’re incredible. You really are. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She kissed his cheek and neck and said, “That’s very nice of you to say, Seth. I meant what I said, too. If you really want this, then I want to do this for you. Your happiness is important to me. Being a good wife is really important to me, and I don’t want you to be the kind of husband that has to keep your fantasies a secret.”
“It’s the only thing I really ever fantasize about,” he said. “So yeah, I want it. I do. I don’t want to have you do something you don’t want to do, though. You know?”
Tara caressed his face. “I know that, Seth. And I love you for that. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to do anything I don’t want to do. I’ll make sure it’s fun for both of us.”
“I can’t wait,” Seth replied. All his anxiety had washed away in the face of Tara’s enthusiasm for his pleasure, leaving him deeply excited for a future where his fantasy might actually come true.
Tara led Lucy all the way to the back of the outdoor seating area at their favorite café and tucked herself into a seat that gave her a view of just about everyone else. She set her cappuccino on the table and waited for Lucy to sit before leaning forward and getting right down to business.
“So, you were right,” Tara said.
Lucy looked a little surprised to hear her friend admit such a thing and took a moment before asking, “Right about what?”
“About me and Seth, how I wasn’t giving him everything he needed,” Tara admitted. “Or at least that I didn’t make him feel comfortable enough to admit what he needed.”
Lucy leaned forward with the look of someone about to receive some deliciously juicy gossip. “Wait, so he told you his fantasy?”
Tara nodded. “He did, but for now you need to keep it to yourself. Are you okay with that?”
“Of course,” Lucy replied. “I swear, your secret’s safe with me.”
Tara sipped her cappuccino, savored the taste, and then took a deep breath. “He fantasizes about me being with another man. Not so much pure sex, either. For him it seems to revolve around passion. He told me fantasizes about me having a boyfriend and having really great sex with him. He even showed me a video that he watches while imagining that I’m the woman in the video and that the guy is my boyfriend.”
“Really?” Lucy said, though she didn’t look nearly as surprised as Tara thought she would. “Does that mean you watched the video together?”
“We did,” Tara replied as she considered how much she wanted to tell her friend. “We watched it together – almost all of it, in fact – and I actually gave him a handjob while we were watching it and talking about his fantasy. Then…”
“Then what?” Lucy asked as Tara trailed off.
She felt a little embarrassed, but there was no point in holding back. “Then…then I had him go down on me while I watched the rest of the video – the sex part – and imagined myself in the woman’s place. I put myself in his fantasy while he went down on me and the whole thing was really hot.”
Lucy smiled. “How do you feel about it now?”
“Good,” Tara said. “We had sex the morning after while talking about his fantasy. Really good sex, too. I told Seth I wanted to make his fantasy mine, that I wanted to make it come true if that’s what he wanted.”
“Really?” Lucy asked. “What did he say?”
“He said it’s the only thing he really fantasizes about and he’d love it if I made it come true,” Tara answered.
Lucy smiled and then looked down at her drink. She was silent for a few seconds and Tara wondered if she’d said something wrong. “Jay’s kinky,” she finally said. “It’s why I clammed up when we had lunch that day and Maya and Anna were talking about their husband’s fantasies. I didn’t want to say anything because sometimes people get weird about kinky stuff, but Jay’s kinky.”
“Wait, really?” Tara asked. “Kinky how?”
Lucy looked over her shoulder like she was worried someone might hear before turning back to Tara, leaning in, and saying softly, “He likes to be pegged.”
“Pegged?” Tara asked.
“With a strapon,” Lucy said. “He likes it when I wear a strapon and…well, and fuck him.”
Tara tried her best not to look surprised, but she likely failed. She’d never heard of a man wanting his wife to fuck him, but she felt deeply appreciative that Lucy was willing to share, so she reached across the table and briefly squeezed her friend’s hand. “Thank you for telling me that. Really. That’s kind of you.”
“Thank you for sharing with me,” Lucy replied. “And also, welcome to the club, I suppose.”
“The club?” Tara asked.
“Of women with kinky husbands,” Lucy said. “Not all women are excited to be members of this club, but it seems like you’re more like me in that you might really enjoy playing out Seth’s fantasy.”
“So that means that you fuck Jay?” Tara asked.
Lucy put her elbows on the table and nodded. “I do. It took me a while to come around to it, but I’ve gotten on board. There are even toys that provide clitoral stimulation while I fuck him so I can actually have an orgasm. It’s not just that, though. I don’t know why, but I’ve kind of gotten into the power exchange element of it. The moment he sees me in the strapon his whole demeanor changes and it’s like we become different people. I guess it’s like the ultimate form of roleplay and it really has spiced things up for us.”
“So you wouldn’t think it was crazy if I decided I wanted to make Seth’s fantasy real?” Tara asked.
“Well, I don’t have any expertise in the area you’re talking about, but I can tell you that working Jay’s kink into our sex life has really livened things up. He’s happier, too, like I’m fulfilling a genuine need of his, like it nourishes him in a way that vanilla sex doesn’t,” Lucy explained.
“Well, I never would have guessed,” Tara said as she sat back and sipped her drink.
“I know,” Lucy replied. “He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that would want that sort of thing, though I’m pretty sure that’s part of the appeal, you know? It goes against societal norms and all that. He likes it when I get a little bit dominant and sometimes he likes dirty talk and all that.”
Tara had a million questions, but she wasn’t sure how much Lucy was willing to share and whether a public café was the best place to ask those questions.
“How do you plan on making Seth’s fantasy a reality?” Lucy asked after a few seconds of silence.
“I’m not sure,” Tara replied. “There are lots of dating apps and I imagine it wouldn’t be hard to find a guy that’s willing to go out with a married woman. I’ll probably start there, but I feel like it would be a risk to put my face on one of those apps as I’m not crazy about the world knowing that I’m the kind of married woman that dates other guys.”
“People would get awfully chatty if they knew your husband was into you dating other men,” Lucy said. “Have you thought about what kind of relationship you want? I mean, are you really dating someone or would it just be kind of dating with lots of sex?”
“I don’t know,” Tara answered. “This is all so new that I haven’t really thought it through yet.”
“The barista was eyeing you,” Lucy said.
Tara’s eyebrows shot up. The barista looked a little younger than her but he was pretty cute and she felt more than a little flattered at the notion that he was into her. “Really?”
Lucy nodded. “He was. He was into you. If you’d gotten a to go order he probably would have written his number on the sleeve. You could ask him out. He seemed like he’d be a fun, low drama kind of guy. I mean, you’re not looking for a real boyfriend, right?”
Tara shook her head. “I couldn’t really just go ask some guy out, could I?”
“How else are you going to go on a date with someone?” Lucy asked with a laugh. “You could take your ring off and wait for someone to ask you out or you could wade through an ocean of idiots in a dating app. You could also just go up to a cute guy that was staring at you and ask him out. Or, I could do it for you if you’re a little embarrassed.”
“Okay, yes,” Tara said without thinking.
“Really?” Lucy asked. “You want me to ask the barista if he’ll take you on a date?”
Tara nodded. “Yes. Will you do that for me?” She figured that the less she thought about it the more likely it was to happen, and there was really no reason not to at least go on a date with someone.
Lucy pushed away from the table and asked, “Are you certain?”
“Yes,” Tara answered.
Lucy got up and walked back into the café as Tara nervously ran her finger over the rim of her mug. She took a sip of her cappuccino as her heart beat a great deal faster than seemed necessary. Why was she so nervous? It was like she was back in college and waiting across the room as a friend asked the cute frat guy if he was interested in her.
A few minutes later Lucy emerged from the café with a smile on her face and a piece of paper in her hand. She sat down, pushed the paper across the table, and said, “He said he’d love to take you on a date. Here’s his number. Text him when and if you’re actually ready for it. Oh, and his name is Tim.”
Tara was astonished that it had all come together so quickly. She pulled out her phone and entered the number under “Tim - Cute Coffee Shop Guy.” She even considered sending a text right then and there, but she had to talk to Seth first.
“Thanks,” Tara said.
“You’re welcome,” Lucy replied. “He seemed really interested, by the way. Like, really interested. I think he’s really, really into you. As in, you’ll have a very good first date if that’s what you want.”
“I think I do want that,” Tara said. “I should really be sure before I text him and I definitely need to make sure that Seth’s on board, but I think I do want that. So again, thank you.”
Lucy smiled. “It’s my pleasure. And while I don’t really understand Seth’s fantasy, I do understand what it’s like to be married to a kinky man, so feel free to call or text anytime you want to talk. I am, as it turns out, a kinky friendly woman.”
“Honestly, I feel like I have tons of questions,” Tara said.
“I’ll be happy to answer them, though perhaps in a less public place,” Lucy replied.
Tara chuckled. “Yes, of course. Maybe we can get together and I can share the details of my first date with Tim.”
Lucy’s smile was a little bit devilish before she said, “That would be fun. Let’s make sure that happens.”
As long as Seth was okay with it, Tara was absolutely going to make it happen, and she couldn’t help but feel enormously excited at the idea.
Comments
John Doe
I like her friend knowing and helping.
Nick G
I love it that Tara's friends are encouraging and supporting her in her efforts to find a date. They help her get a potential date she may not have done on her own.
