<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=your%20cuckolding">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="100961815" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“I think I found someone,” your wife said as she entered the living room with a distinctive bounce in her step.</p><p>You hit the mute button on the remote and offered a smile. You knew what she was talking about. She’d found someone to cuckold you with. “Really?” you asked.</p><p>She nodded and sat on the far end of the couch. “I met him on Reddit. He’s married, but he and his wife have an open relationship. They’re both allowed to play with other people as a way of keeping things fresh and he really likes playing with other married women in the same kind of relationship.”</p><p>“He sounds perfect,” you said.</p><p>Your wife swung her legs towards you and dropped her feet in your lap. You pulled her socks off and offered a foot massage without being asked. It was the sort of thing you’d started doing with far greater frequency since you’d introduced your cuckold fantasy. You wanted to be as unselfish as possible to show her, at least in a small way, that you would remain unselfish if she actually slept with someone else.</p><p>“Time will tell if he’s actually perfect for me, but we’ve been messaging back and forth and he seems really genuine. We’ll have to meet in person to see if that’s the case, but I’m willing to do so,” she said.</p><p>You tried not to show just how excited you were. You even tried not to feel it. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, after all. Just because your wife was willing to meet with a guy didn’t mean she’d be willing to sleep with him. It felt like a massive leap forward, though.</p><p>“Does that excite you?” your wife asked.</p><p>Her foot found its way between your legs before you could answer. She felt your semi-hard cock. She found an answer to her question before you uttered a single word.</p><p>“It excites me too,” she said. “He sent me a few pictures. He’s hot.”</p><p>She grabbed her phone off the coffee table, pulled up his picture, and showed it to you. She was right. He was exceptionally good-looking, and he seemed to be in good shape, too. The t-shirt he had on in the picture wasn’t particularly tight fitting, but his arms looked big and cut and you suspected he had a well-developed chest and stomach underneath it. He was square-jawed and had a full head of hair and he seemed to exude confidence, even in a picture.</p><p>“He wants me to send him a picture,” your wife said. “I took a few selfies. I was hoping you could help me pick one.”</p><p>She brought up the first of the selfies and handed you the phone. She was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt with a v-neck that showed off her cleavage. She looked spectacular.</p><p>“This looks incredible,” you said.</p><p>“Look at the others,” she replied.</p><p>You swiped and smiled at a picture of your wife in a sexy, semi-sheer black lace bra that you were certain you’d never seen before. “Wow,” you said. “Is that new? The bra, I mean.”</p><p>“It is,” your wife replied. “I figured that if I was going to cuckold you I should have a bra that I felt really sexy in, so I went shopping a week ago. It cost a lot, but I really like it.”</p><p>“You look great in it,” you said.</p><p>“Would it be too slutty if I sent him a picture in my bra?” she asked.</p><p>You looked at your wife and saw a playful smile on her face. “Would you want it to be a little bit slutty? I mean, this kind of picture certainly implies that you want him to, well, to want you.”</p><p>Your wife skillfully worked the bulge in your pants with her foot as she bit her lower lip. She reached up to play with her breasts through her t-shirt and let out a quiet moan. You couldn’t tell if she was putting on a show for you or if she was genuinely aroused, but it didn’t really matter either way. It was hot as hell.</p><p>“Look at the next picture,” she said.</p><p>You swiped and saw a selfie of your wife in a pair of black lace panties. She was topless with her arm over her breasts. It was far more suggestive than the last picture and the smile on her face said so much. It was like she was asking the guy to fuck her.</p><p>“Wow,” you said. “This picture, this is amazing. I can’t believe you took it.”</p><p>“I know,” she replied. “It’s not like me, is it? It’s just, I keep thinking about him. I can’t help myself. The past few weeks I just keep thinking about being with someone else, about what that would be like, about how much fun I could have. Is that crazy? Am I being a terrible wife spending so much time thinking about other men?”</p><p>“No,” you said. “I’m sure that would make you a terrible wife for other men, but it makes you a perfect wife for me. I know my fantasy seems crazy, but the idea that you might actually sleep with this guy, that you might actually cuckold me, is so hot. I mean, it’s incredible. It’s everything I want.”</p><p>“Yeah? So you don’t mind that I’ve been thinking about him?” she asked.</p><p>“Not at all,” you replied.</p><p>“Would it bother you if I said I’d masturbated while thinking about him?” she asked.</p><p>Your cock throbbed as she continued to work you with her toes. “Did you?”</p><p>Your wife bit her lower lip and nodded as her hands moved under her shirt. She played with her breasts and moaned like she was getting fucked. She moaned like he was already inside her, like she was already cuckolding you.</p><p>“When?” you asked.</p><p>“Yesterday morning. In the shower. You’d already gone to work. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help but masturbate as I thought about him,” she confessed.</p><p>“What did you think about?” you asked.</p><p>“I thought about being with him,” she replied. “I thought about being in the shower with him. I thought about him pressing me against the wall and kissing me. I thought about stroking his cock until he was hard in my hand. I thought about him turning me around, sliding his cock into me from behind, and fucking me until my legs were trembling with pleasure.”</p><p>Your cock felt as though it was on the edge of orgasm as your wife painted a particularly vivid picture of her fantasy. “Did you cum?” you asked.</p><p>“I did,” she said. “I came while I thought about fucking him.”</p><p>“You should send him the topless picture,” you replied. “You look beautiful in it. You look like the sort of woman any man would want to fuck.”</p><p>“Does that mean you want to fuck me?” she asked.</p><p>You nodded. Your wife smiled and turned to her phone. She tapped out a message and then put the phone on the coffee table.</p><p>“I sent him the picture,” she replied. “I just sent another man a half naked picture of me. Now get your cock out and fuck me.”</p><p>You did as your wife desired.</p><p>“Are you nervous?” you asked.</p><p>“A little,” she replied.</p><p>You opened the door to the bar and gestured for your wife to enter. You followed, waited a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and then headed towards the table where her prospective lover awaited.</p><p>“Alec?” your wife asked.</p><p>A good-looking, well-dressed man smiled and stood. “Sarah,” he said. “It’s so good to finally see you in person.”</p><p>They shared an embrace that lingered a little longer than you expected before he stepped back and offered you his hand. The handshake was firm but not overwhelming.</p><p>“Sit, please,” Alec said.</p><p>You and your wife sat across from him.</p><p>“I took the liberty of ordering you drinks,” he added. “I hope you don’t mind.”</p><p>“Not at all,” Sarah said. “It’s nice, actually. No need to think about it.”</p><p>Alec smiled at your wife and said, “You look beautiful. Truly beautiful.”</p><p>Your wife smiled and stared into Alec’s eyes. She seemed genuinely flattered by his comment and you were quite certain she looked just a little bit aroused.</p><p>“So,” Alec said as he turned his attention to you, “Sarah says this was your idea. Is that right?”</p><p>You nodded. “Yes. It’s long been my…well, my fantasy, I guess.”</p><p>“There’s no need to be embarrassed about that,” Alec said. “Lots of men fantasize about this sort of thing, believe it or not. Many tens of millions, in fact.”</p><p>Your wife reached over and put a hand on your knee. She caressed your leg in a reassuring manner, though you couldn’t help but find it a little bit arousing. She was, after all, touching you while sitting across from the man she’d admitted to fantasizing about. Plus, she’d been doing more than a little naughty flirting by text with him, filling your head with rather lurid fantasies as well.</p><p>“Do you recognize that you’re with a unique woman?” Alec asked. “Most wives wouldn’t be willing to entertain your fantasy. Most wives would find it rather insulting. I’ve met with a few couples where the wife wasn’t aware that her husband had set up the meeting and I promise, you’ve never seen a woman so angry.”</p><p>Your wife laughed. “I can imagine. I can’t believe a man would think he could spring that sort of surprise on his wife.”</p><p>“That’s why I’ve stopped meeting with couples until I’ve actually talked with the wife,” Alec said with a laugh. “I’ve long since learned that some men are willing to be remarkably deceitful when it comes to making their fantasies a reality.”</p><p>“I know I’m lucky,” you said. “I do. I know Sarah is an incredible woman. In more ways than one, honestly. I know that she’s really quite unique in this particular way, though.”</p><p>Alec turned his attention back to Sarah and said, “It turns out that you quite like your husband’s fantasy, doesn’t it?”</p><p>You watched your wife stare into Alec’s eyes. She bit her lower lip in that suggestive way and it seemed like she might have been engaging in a brief fantasy right there at the table.</p><p>“I can’t help but like it,” she said.</p><p>“I feel like a lucky man,” Alec replied. “Some of the best sexual experiences of my life have come with women like you, Sarah. Married women that have been set free by their husbands are, in my experience, astoundingly passionate in bed. The sex is unlike almost anything else I’ve ever experienced.”</p><p>Your wife leaned closer and you were certain her breathing got a little heavier. “Really?”</p><p>Alec glanced at her cleavage and said, “Yes. I’ve been thinking about it constantly. About you. I can’t get you out of my head.”</p><p>“I feel the same way,” your wife said.</p><p>Alec slid to the far side of the booth and said, “Why don’t you join me?”</p><p>Your wife turned to you and asked, “Would that be okay with you?”</p><p>You nodded. Your cock was already hard from the brief, flirtatious exchange between them. The last thing on your mind was interrupting whatever was happening between them.</p><p>Your wife smiled, slid out of the booth, and joined Alec. He reached across her body and his hand found her hip and pulled her closer. For a moment it looked like they were going to kiss, but instead he smiled and picked up his drink.</p><p>“A toast to the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” he said.</p><p>Your wife picked up her drink, you picked up yours, and all three of you toasted. You downed a healthy amount of your drink as Alec put his glass down and reached up to brush a hair away from your wife’s forehead before caressing her face. She was putty in his hands. You were certain he could have taken her home if he’d wanted to.</p><p>Instead, Alec turned to you with a smile. One of his hands moved under the table. His arm moved and you suspected he was caressing your wife’s legs. Her skirt was short and it had likely ridden up as she’d slid across the booth.</p><p>“If we do this, you’ll need to stay home the first time,” Alec said. “There’s every chance you’d be perfectly well-behaved, but I’ve had a few experiences where the cuckold can’t handle watching his wife have great sex with someone else and the entire thing gets ruined. Sometimes guys like you can’t handle the angst that happens in person. I’ve found that it’s better for the cuckold to stay home the first time I fuck his wife.”</p><p>Your wife moaned. It was quiet, but she definitely moaned. Alec might have touched her in a particularly pleasurable spot, or it might have been his reference to fucking her that turned her on. Either way, it was like her moan sent a signal to your brain that you needed to agree to anything in the name of making your fantasy a reality.</p><p>“That makes sense,” you said. “I’d be happy to stay home the first time, or as often as you or Sarah need me to. I really do want her to enjoy herself.”</p><p>Alec smiled and turned to your wife. “Your husband has all the makings of a good cuckold,” he said. “Would you be okay being alone with me for the first time?”</p><p>“I’d love that,” your wife replied, triggering just a little bit of jealousy in you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want her to love being alone with him. It was that she agreed without hesitation, like she’d temporarily forgotten that you even existed.</p><p>“You’ll have to take care of him when you get home,” Alec said. “You’ll have to tell him about the fun we had. You don’t have to let him inside you, but you’ll have to let him have an orgasm while you share the story of how good I made you feel.”</p><p>Your wife’s chest was flushed red with desire. “How good are you going to make me feel?” she asked.</p><p>Alec smiled at her and it seemed like his hand was active under the table. Your wife moaned again, this time closing her eyes as she did. You wanted desperately to look under the table to see if he was fingering her. He must have been playing with her pussy to elicit that sort of reaction.</p><p>“I will make you feel things you’ve never felt before, Sarah,” Alec said. “I promise. I will show you the sort of pleasure no man has made you feel before.”</p><p>Alec leaned closer and your wife tilted her head and parted her lips. She closed her eyes just as Alec’s lips met hers. She reached up and her fingers moved to the back of his neck and danced gently through his hair. It was a deeply sensual kiss and your cock ached painfully as you watched from across the table. When your wife moaned into his mouth you thought you might cum in your pants. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your heart was pounding as your wife seemingly gave herself over to another man during their first meeting.</p><p>“I want you,” your wife whispered as the kiss ended.</p><p>“I want you too,” Alec replied. “And I intend to have you. Numerous times, in fact. For now, I want you to go home with your husband. I want you to have him tend to you with his mouth and fingers as often as you want. No sex, though. I want you to wait for me for that. Can you do that for me?”</p><p>“Yes,” your wife replied. “When will I get to see you?”</p><p>“This weekend. I’ll book a room for us. We’ll spend the night in the lap of luxury and I’ll send you home with a new outlook on the kind of pleasure a woman can experience. How does that sound?” Alec said.</p><p>“Like a fantasy come to life,” your wife replied.</p><p>Alec turned to you and smiled. “Take your wife home. Give her all the pleasure she craves. No sex, though, and no orgasms for you. I want your cuckolding to be as pleasurable as possible, and I promise it will be more pleasurable if you hold off on cumming. It’s only four days. You can do that, can’t you?”</p><p>You nodded. “Yes, I can. I will. I promise.”</p><p>“Good,” Alec replied before turning to your wife. “I’ll see you this weekend. I’ll text you with the details.”</p><p>They kissed again and your cock throbbed once again. It was a long, lingering kiss. It was filled with the sort of desperate desire you knew your wife felt. It was like she didn’t want to leave him, which was almost certainly the case.</p><p>“Let’s go,” your wife said as she slid out of the booth with a smile on her face.</p><p>You tried your best to hide your erection as you moved out of the booth, took her hand, and headed for the door.</p><p>“I can’t wait until we get home,” she said. “You’ll need to make me cum in the parking lot. Can you do that?”</p><p>“I’ll do anything for you,” you replied.</p><p>You made her cum four times that night. Each time she fantasized about Alec. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to wait long to have the sex she craved.</p>