<p>In your fantasies, your cuckolding was pure pleasure. You’d masturbate to a video of a beautiful woman getting fucked while her husband watched and you’d imagine your wife in the woman’s place. You’d hear your wife’s moans instead of hers. You’d see your wife’s face instead of hers. You’d cum while thinking about your wife having a great orgasm with someone else’s cock inside her.</p><p>In reality, it was so much more than pure pleasure. You were prepared for that, of course. You’d done your reading long before you mentioned cuckolding to your wife. You knew you’d feel the cuckold angst that everyone talked about.</p><p>Your wife was on the couch with you and browsing Tinder when you felt it the first time. It was months after you’d talked to her about cuckolding you and she was finally coming around to the idea. “Wow, he’s gorgeous,” she said. You looked up and she showed you her phone. The guy was good-looking. Better than good-looking, really. He was, as your wife said, gorgeous.</p><p>That was the first time you realized that your wife might cuckold you with someone more attractive. The guy on her phone certainly was. He was in better shape, too. Much better shape, in fact. The kind of shape that single guys on Tinder tend to stay in because it makes it a whole lot easier to get laid.</p><p>“Are you okay?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes. Yeah, of course,” you said. She must have seen the angst on your face. It hit you like a ton of bricks. All of a sudden, your fantasy shifted into reality, or just a touch of reality. You thought about the guy in the picture fucking your wife. You thought about them kissing as his cock moved in and out of her. You thought about your wife running her hands all over his exceptionally fit body, of the appreciative looks that might cross her face as she had sex with someone in much better shape than you. You felt all of it over the course of just a handful of seconds and it filled you with angst.</p><p>“I’m sure he won’t be interested,” your wife said.</p><p>She was trying to make you feel better. It was sweet of her, but it did nothing to calm your angst. Of course, it wasn’t just angst you were feeling. There was arousal mixed in. Quite a bit of it. Thinking of his cock filling your wife turned you on. Thinking of her appreciating his fit body turned you on. Thinking of her lusting after someone fitter and better looking than you provided a rather potent form of pleasure, in fact.</p><p>“I’m sure he will be,” you said. “And if he is, and you’re interested, you should go for it. I know it might seem hard to believe, but I meant it when I said that your pleasure is the most important thing here. I meant it when I said that your pleasure is my pleasure. It doesn’t matter if I’m going to end up feeling a little insecure, too.”</p><p>Your wife smiled. You could tell she wasn’t entirely sure if she should believe you. “Are you sure?” she asked. She swiped a few times across her phone’s screen and turned it around again. It was a shirtless picture of the guy. He was in even better shape than you’d imagined. “You’d really be okay if I had sex with this guy?”</p><p>You pictured him with your wife. You saw her hands moving over his body as they fucked. You saw her screaming in pleasure as he fucked her. “Yes, I’d be okay with it,” you said. “Are you…are you thinking about messaging him?”</p><p>Your wife looked at her phone and smiled in that way that women sometimes smile when they’re considering having a decadent dessert. Even if she wasn’t thinking about messaging him, she was definitely thinking about fucking him.</p><p>“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m still not sure about messaging anyone, to be honest. I believe you when you say you want me to have great sex with someone else, but I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.”</p><p>You tried to fight off the sense of disappointment that crept in as your wife expressed her perfectly reasonable concerns. You’d spent so much time getting her to the point where she was willing to consider cuckolding you that it felt crushing to consider taking a step back.</p><p>“Be honest,” you said. “Did you think about having sex with him? When you looked at his pictures, did you let yourself think about being with him?”</p><p>Your wife lowered her phone and smiled at you. She bit her lower lip and nodded before a naughty smile crossed her face.</p><p>It was her smile that filled you with delight. You took it as confirmation that she’d thought about him and, more importantly, that she’d enjoyed it. Even if it had only been a moment, your wife had indulged in the fantasy of being with someone else, with someone gorgeous, as she’d called him.</p><p>You moved towards her and she instinctively spread her legs to welcome you between them. You leaned down and kissed her thighs as you pushed her skirt up around her waist. She purred in that way she sometimes does when her arousal is building and you kissed her pussy through her panties.</p><p>“Did it feel good to think about him?” you asked before kissing her pussy again.</p><p>Your wife nodded.</p><p>You pulled aside her panties and kissed her clit. She moaned for you. You pushed your tongue between her labia. You tasted her juices. You felt her wetness.</p><p>“Are you wet because you thought about him?” you asked.</p><p>“Yes,” she said.</p><p>Your wife moaned as you licked her clit. Your cock throbbed at the idea that she was turned on from thinking about another man. She was clearly still hesitant to go through with it, but you couldn’t help but feel that your cuckolding was inevitable. Your fantasy – the most potent fantasy you’d ever entertained – would come true.</p><p>“What if you thought about him right now?” you said. “What if you thought about him as I went down on you?”</p><p>You kissed her clit as your wife asked, “Would you really be okay with that?”</p><p>“I want that,” you said. “I do. I want you to think about him as I go down on you. I want to…I want to worship your pussy as you think about him.”</p><p>It was the first time you’d used the word ‘worship’ in reference to her pussy. It was the first time you’d expressed that sort of devotion to her pleasure. It seemed to thrill your wife. A giddy smile crossed her face.</p><p>“Okay,” she said. “Go ahead. Worship my pussy and I’ll think about him.”</p><p>You set about worshiping her pussy. You took your time. You made it slow and sensual. You tasted her juices and sucked on here labia. You gave her clit lots of attention.</p><p>Her eyes were closed the entire time. She was thinking about him. You wanted to ask, but you knew the best thing was to leave your wife to her fantasy. You knew that associating her sexual pleasure with thoughts of another man – even if he wasn’t the one she’d end up fucking – was a good step towards making your cuckolding a reality.</p><p>It didn’t take her long to cum. Her moans got louder and you looked up as your tongue continued to dance over her pussy. Her eyes were still closed and when she wasn’t moaning she had a smile on her face. She looked joyful, like there was a wondrous fantasy playing out in her head. She came not long after. She came hard, too. It was the kind of orgasm that’s driven by an excess of arousal. She was more turned on than usual. You loved the idea that her arousal was entirely due to her thoughts of another man.</p><p>She opened her eyes and offered a hazy, post-orgasmic smile. “I was thinking of him,” she said, though she seemed a little sheepish. “It was really good, obviously.”</p><p>You chuckled and she joined in. She leaned forward and pulled you on top of her. You shared a kiss. She held your head in her hands and asked, “Are you really sure about this, about me sleeping with someone else?”</p><p>“I’m as sure as I can be,” you answered.</p><p>“And all the stuff you talked about, the things that turn you on, that’s all real? Like, you really like the idea of me having sex with someone…well, someone better than you?” she asked.</p><p>All it took was her mentioning the idea of having sex with someone better to turn you on. All you had to do was think about it for a few moments and your dick got hard. You knew you couldn’t truly explain to your wife just how arousing you found it. You knew she probably couldn’t understand it. Not really. So, you took her hand and placed it between your legs.</p><p>“Is that because of…is that because you really are turned on at the idea of me having sex with someone better?” she asked.</p><p>You nodded and your wife unzipped your pants. She pulled your lips to hers and kissed you as she freed your cock from your underwear. She pulled it towards her pussy and you were inside her a moment later.</p><p>“He was better,” she said. “In my fantasy. He was better.”</p><p>You plunged your cock into your wife’s soaking wet pussy. You kissed her as your cock moved in and out of her. She parted her lips and sucked on your tongue. She moaned for you.</p><p>“Do you want me to think about him?” she asked. “Do you want me to think about him while you’re inside me?”</p><p>“Yes,” you said.</p><p>She closed her eyes and moaned. There was something different about it. You weren’t sure if she was putting on a show or if she was feeling something different, but it sounded like someone else was fucking your wife. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, too.</p><p>“He feels so good,” she said. “He’s fucking me so good.”</p><p>Your orgasm was close. There was no way you were going to last. You couldn’t. You were too turned on. You wanted the sex to last forever, but you weren’t going to make it another minute.</p><p>“Tell him he’s better than me,” you said. “Tell him he’s better than your husband.”</p><p>She smiled and stared into your eyes. You fucked her harder. Your orgasm was moments away.</p><p>“You’re so much better than my husband,” she said. “You fuck me better than he ever has.”</p><p>You groaned and came in your wife’s pussy. You collapsed on top of her and she held you tight as you experienced the most pleasurable orgasm of your life.</p><p>“Well, I guess you weren’t lying,” your wife said. “You really are turned on by all of this.”</p><p>You felt just a touch of the post-orgasmic shame you’d experienced before. You’d always been alone with it, though. Now you were inside your wife and staring her in the face. “I hope it’s not too weird,” you said.</p><p>She smiled and gently caressed your face. “I’ll be honest, it’s not the most typical desire, but there’s something exciting about the idea of getting to be with someone else, so I can see how this could be beneficial for me.”</p><p>You couldn’t quite tell if she was into it or if she was just trying to save you from feeling too embarrassed. Either was a nice outcome in the moment, though. She could have simply laughed at you for your weird desire.</p><p>“I’m willing to keep looking,” she said. “Maybe I’ll find the right guy and I’ll actually do this. Maybe we can just keep having the kind of fun we had tonight. That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”</p><p>“Not at all,” you said. You had, after all, just experienced the best orgasm of your life. More play like that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.</p>