<p>Click here to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="28521907" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>It’s not like I just jumped into bed with someone or went online and found the biggest cock I could. More power to the women that can do that sort of thing, but I’m not one of them. I honestly wasn’t even actively searching.</p><p>Things were different though, and I don’t think it was all that complicated. I’d been set free, in a manner of speaking. Ethan was okay with me fooling around. More than okay with it, I suppose. He really wanted it, and the more we played together (and with the toy) the more he made it clear that it was a major fantasy.</p><p>I noticed the difference almost immediately. It wasn’t that I was actively looking for someone. It was that anyone I was attracted was suddenly someone that I could have fun with. It wasn’t always realistic – there are some seriously gorgeous guys out there – but I could at least entertain the notion.</p><p>I can’t explain to you how fun that was. I think some people – particularly those that aren’t married or are a little too religious – are of the belief that you stop seeing other people as attractive once you’re married. That’s nuts. Of course you’re still attracted to people. Most people just don’t do anything about it, at least if they want to stay married.</p><p>The most appealing thing about those early days after Ethan shared his fantasies was knowing that I could run with it if I wanted. I could flirt with someone. I could enjoy someone hitting on me. I could make out with someone if I really wanted.</p><p>At first it I just reveled in that freedom. For a while I honestly never got close to even making out with someone. I’m attractive enough (and back then I was young enough) that plenty of guys flirted with me. Before Ethan’s confession I always felt bad about flirting back. After his confession I was free to enjoy myself.</p><p>I did, too. I flirted up a storm. I don’t know about you, but I find flirting really fun. It’s fun to feel like someone is into me, especially if that someone is attractive.</p><p>I quickly discovered that the most exciting part about flirting with other guys was how excited Ethan got when I’d tell him about it.</p><p>The very first time I got into a genuinely flirty conversation with a guy was after work on a Friday night. My coworkers and I used to say goodbye to another week of work by having a drink or two at a nearby bar and laughing our asses off about how ridiculous our boss was.</p><p>I was at the bar getting a second round of drinks when a really cute guy sidled up next to me. The bartender was taking an exceptionally long time and I figured I’d enjoy the attention.</p><p>He was more charming than he needed to be and managed to genuinely make me laugh a handful of times. I remember wondering what I’d do if I wasn’t there with my work friends. I bet I would have kissed him at the very least.</p><p>I didn’t, of course. Kissing another guy in front of a bunch of girls who know I’m married would have been stupid. I did give him my number though. He asked for it and while I wasn’t really thinking about fucking him, I gave it to him. Mostly I did it because I thought it would turn Ethan on to hear that I’d given someone my number (I was right about that).</p><p>I was a tiny bit tipsy when I got home from the bar that night, so I was feeling a little naughtier than usual. There’s nothing like a bit of alcohol to wash away inhibitions. I greeted Ethan with a far more passionate kiss than usual. It took just a few seconds of my tongue exploring his mouth for him to get hard. I love that about him. He’s always so easy to turn on.</p><p>“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.</p><p>“I did a little flirting,” I said in a voice laced with naughty intent.</p><p>Ethan’s eyes went wide. I love that reaction from him. I still get it, too, even after so many years of cuckolding him.</p><p>“Really?” he said as he pulled me close. </p><p>I could feel his stiff cock press into me. I reached between his legs and grasped his erection through his pants. “Yes,” I said before kissing him again. I loved how eager his kisses were. He wanted me so badly. I loved that then and I still love it now.</p><p>“I gave him my number,” I whispered between soft kisses on Ethan’s neck.</p><p>He moaned. I loved that he was so enraptured with the whole thing. My husband loved the idea of me flirting with another man and giving him my number and I imagine he was thinking about all sorts of other stuff, too.</p><p>I unbuttoned Ethan’s pants and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock and stroked him. Again he moaned. In that moment I was enthralled with the control I had. He was putty in my fingers. I wanted to have a little fun with him.</p><p>“I’ll bet you wish I’d gone home with him,” I whispered as I stroked Ethan’s cock.</p><p>He moaned in response. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock and I used it to lube him, no doubt increasing the pleasure my fingers were providing.</p><p>“I’ll bet you wish his cock was inside me right now, that I was moaning his name as I bounced up and down on him,” I continued. I couldn’t help but play out the fantasy in my head. I imagined it and I enjoyed it. I had no idea if that guy had a big cock, but in my head he did and it was fun to think about sitting on it.</p><p>I could sense Ethan was getting close to cumming, so I stopped stroking him and pushed him onto the bed. I wanted to have a little fun before he blew his load, after all.</p><p>I took my time getting naked and ended up turning it into a little striptease for Ethan. This is becoming a theme, but it was so hot seeing that look of pure, wild lust in his eyes. He was insanely aroused from the handjob and dirty talk, and watching me tease him as I got naked only deepened his desire.</p><p>I think he expected me to climb on his cock, which is why I decided it would be more fun to tease him. I straddled Ethan and moved until the head of his dick was resting against my pussy lips. I took half an inch of him inside of me and then pulled off. He made the cutest little whining noise, like it was painful to be teased like that.</p><p>“Do you wish it was him underneath me?” I asked as I played with my breasts.</p><p>“Yes,” Ethan said desperately.</p><p>“Do you wish I was fucking him right now, Ethan? Do you wish I had someone else’s big cock inside me?” I asked as I leaned forward.</p><p>I kissed Ethan’s chest and neck as he answered, “Yes!”</p><p>“Me too,” I said before quickly moving up his body and sitting my pussy on his face.</p><p>Ethan groaned in what I like to think was a mixture of frustration and pure pleasure. I’m certain he wanted to fuck me, and I now know that the denial thrilled him to no end (we’ll get into that delicious pleasure in later installments).</p><p>Sitting on his face was so much more exciting than I thought it would be. The basic action was the same – his tongue licking my clit – but it felt hotter. The orgasm felt better too. It didn’t take him long to make me cum as I was insanely turned on from all the foreplay.</p><p>His face was slippery with my juices when I climbed off of him. I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I kissed him and tasted just a hint of myself on his tongue and lips.</p><p>“Do you want to cum?” I asked, though it was rhetorical. My fingers were already around his cock and he’d leaked a river of precum that made it easy to pleasure him.</p><p>I knew Ethan wanted to cum and I knew he’d probably enjoy more dirty talk along with the pleasure of my fingers stroking him. I decided to go with the truth, just in a lusty way.</p><p>As I stroked him I kissed Ethan’s neck, chest, and shoulder area, using my tongue just a little bit. He’s always enjoyed that.</p><p>“I’m going to fuck another man, Ethan,” I said in a low, lusty voice. “I don’t know when, but it’s going to happen. Now that I have the idea in my head, I need to do it.”</p><p>I nibbled his earlobe as he moaned. Despite my recent orgasm, I could feel the lust building between my legs again. I wasn’t lying to him. I was going to cuckold him. I wasn’t sure when or how, but it was going to happen.</p><p>“I’m going to find a guy with a big cock and I’m going to have the kind of sex that you can’t give me,” I said, flirting with the idea of small penis humiliation.</p><p>That got him closer. He liked the suggestion that his cock wasn’t big enough to really satisfy me. I liked that saying it seemed to turn him on so much.</p><p>“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.</p><p>“I love it,” Ethan answered.</p><p>“You want another man to fuck your wife, don’t you?” I asked. I thought he might find it arousing to say it as I stroked him.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. That wasn’t good enough for me though. I wanted to hear the words.</p><p>“Say it, Ethan,” I demanded in a tone that was decidedly dominant, which actually surprised me a little. I was really getting into it though.</p><p>Ethan paused for a moment before doing what I wanted. “I want another man to fuck my wife,” he said. More precum flowed from the head of his cock. I could feel him getting harder. He was close to cumming.</p><p>“If I cuckold you, it’s going to be with someone that fucks me better than you, Ethan. He’s going to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. He’s going to show me a kind of sexual pleasure you can’t.” I was getting a little lost in it at that point. It was like I was convincing myself of how much fun it could be to cuckold Ethan.</p><p>“Oh fuck!” he cried out as he climaxed. His cum sprayed into the air – it was kind of amazing to watch, honestly – and his hips pushed upwards. I stroked him lightly, giving the head of his cock just a touch of stimulation to extend the pleasure of his orgasm. It felt so good to make him cum like that.</p><p>When he’d had a little time to come down from the pleasure of his climax, I asked, “Was that stuff okay? I don’t want to go too far with any of it.” I was genuinely concerned. At that point I was mostly acting on instinct as I didn’t fully understand his fantasy.</p><p>“It was incredible,” he said. “It really was.” Then he paused as if he was carefully considering what to say next. “You can go further, if you want. You don’t have to, obviously, but I can handle it. That stuff really turns me on. As long as it doesn’t make you think less of me, I guess. I wouldn’t want that.”</p><p>“You don’t have to worry about that, Ethan. You really don’t.” I kissed him. He didn’t have to worry. I meant it. Sex with him was genuinely excellent. At the time I had no idea if fucking a guy with a bigger cock would actually feel great, but it was fun to think about it and play with the idea while fooling around with Ethan.</p><p>He rolled onto his side and gave me a serious look. “So, did you mean what you said? Are you really going to sleep with someone else?”</p><p>I smiled. “Yes, I meant it. I don’t want to make any promises since I’m not going to fuck just anyone, but it will happen at some point.”</p><p>It did happen, too. Of course it did. It was better than I expected, too, but that story is for another time.</p>