Extracting a Husband's Cuckold-Desire Confession

Based on a post made years ago, this 'outing' of a husband's cuckold desire is timeless.  Perhaps wives or husbands will have similar stories to share.
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I was reading your site the other night. I was so turned on by what you post that I got careless. Sure enough, last night I got busted. My wife found me in our den at 2:00 AM with my eyes glued to your site and hand frisking my dick! “Let me see what you’re reading.” I nearly shit myself on the spot. I quit what I was doing and grabbed for the mouse. She anticipated my move and blocked my hand. I was embarrassed, shocked, and figured I’d be in deep dung. I thought that she’d be very upset...but she wasn't! Apparently, she had even stood by the door for several minutes. She could see that I wasn’t looking at pictures, so she must have been curious about what it was that had me going.

She soon saw! She said, “you’re turned on by well hung men doing women, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. She said it. I had to confess that yes, I was. Then she floored me by saying that a guy with a huge cock recently seduced her best friend at work. I couldn’t believe what happened next! She sat down with me and started reading! Soon she was nodding her head in agreement. She said that that this was exactly what her friend was telling her. She said that ever since this guy started nailing her, she was always coming in telling her how “unreal” the sex was. I begged her to tell me everything she said! As she did, I HAD to do it! I started jerking more furiously than ever before in my life!

Well, that led to more talk for several hours. Sure enough, she finally wheedled, teased and excited me to the point that I admitted to her that yes, I mostly fantasize about HER having sex with well-hung men. That surprised her, but she was visibly excited as well. Then we ended up doing it right there on the floor while talking about just that!

That is a HUGE step! I have no idea where this is going. But I know this! That “door” is now open. I’m sure that my wife is discussing this with her friend at work. What wouldn’t I give to hear what she says to my wife! From now on, I plan to make sure that she is home and the kids are asleep so that we can view your site TOGETHER. Your low-key, low graphics site where women can tell their stories honestly has made an impression on her. If my wife ever ends up taking on majorly heavy penis, it’ll be because of your site and her best friend and my own admissions agree on these things. It’s a powerful combination.

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Given that they were talking at work already, it seems a foregoing conclusion that this wife would be eager to have a story to share with her friend that confirmed what she was hearing. Did this friend encourage this wife to enjoy the big penis difference? Where do you think this went? Have you a story to share? Do you WISH you had a story to share?

Noises from the Apartment Next Door

This beautifully woven and naturally told story was submitted by email to the Modern Directions website, where it was edited and published for the world. Enjoy, but also offer your own comments!
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"Each time we heard them it was a painful remainder for me, and especially my wife, that our bedroom life was not what it used to be."

My wife and I had been listening to the guy next door banging his girlfriends for several months.

I don't want to even describe the noises they made, except they were loud, especially when they came.

There was no sleeping until it was over, which was generally very late.

One night after it had started up, I asked my wife if she ever wished if she was getting banged like that.

Without directly answering, she said that he must be good, the girls keep coming back.

As we listened to the girl get to a noisy climax I said to my wife that maybe she should ask him how he does it, and then she teasingly added, "Or get him to demonstrate."
" I said, 'Admit it, you would like to know what it would be like with him ' "
   
Later that night we heard it start up again. She took hold of my penis and asked if I would be jealous if I knew that was her over there.

I said, "Maybe a little, but you wouldn't have to listen to that every night and be jealous of those girls."

She said, "But then you would be jealous."

I tried to think of my wife over there getting banged and making the noises we were hearing. I started to get an erection.  She felt it. "What are you thinking about?"

"What it would be like knowing it was you over there and not one of those girls."

"Would that turn you on?"

She could feel my answer in her hand.

She said, "We used to do it most every night, if you'll remember."

I didn't need to be reminded.

For the next week or so I thought about it.

I knew when he got home from work, so made it a point to meet him outside his door.

Strangely, although we lived next to each other, we had never talked.

I discovered pretty quick that the guy was a buff, full-of-himself type -- the kind of guy that probably spent hours every week in a gym.

After a bit of chit-chat I said, "The walls are very thin; my wife is jealous of your lovemaking."

"Sorry, you can hear a clock ticking through these walls. The idiot architect put the bedrooms right next to each other."

 As we continued talking he said he needed the sex but after a month or so the girls wanted to get serious.

I said, "And I guess you don't."

"Hell no, I've been down that road and I'm still paying for it; every fucking month I pay for it."

He motioned to his waist and asked if my wife was the one with the very long brunette hair.

I decided that this guy was no threat to our relationship. I boldly said, "Tell her you love her hair and she's yours for the night, or at least a couple hours."

It was a lame comment to offer my wife to him for sex, but right then it was the best I could do. Plus, openly giving another man permission to fuck my wife was something I couldn't take back.

He waited for me to turn it into a joke or add some qualifications. I didn't. "You serious?"

"Just to borrow, and you can make all the noise you want."

He considered it. "If you are serious, have her come over about 7:00 tonight and we'll get to know each other."

We went into our respective apartments and when my wife got home I said, "I have a date for you with the guy next door."

She said, "What do you mean, a date?"

"So he can get to know each other. He's expecting you in an hour."

"For what?"

"Talking, and whatever else. And you can make all the noise you want."
" She narrowed her eyes, 'You really would like to listen wouldn't you?' "
   
I said, "We've been listening long enough; maybe it's time for you to be part of the action."

 "And you want me, your wife, to be part of his action?"

"And your action too. Admit it, you've been wondering what it would be like."

"What are you thinking about here -- friends-with-benefits?"

"Exactly."

"And you would rather hear me moaning over there than one of those girls?"

"And I think you would like to be the one doing the moaning."

After supper I had her change into a sexy dress with no bra.  I was getting turned on thinking of her going over there like that...sending a clear, "I'm available," message.

What would happen?  I had no idea.

Lest she chicken out, at 7:00 I walked her to his door, pushed the door bell and walked away.

I listened at the wall for almost an hour. I heard them talking, but they were in the living room away from the wall and I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Finally. their voices shifted to what I had learned was the bedroom and I heard giggling from my wife and I thought, I guess the talking part is over.

I heard the bed squeak several times over the next 15 minutes like they were shifting positions and apparently into making out.

Before long the familiar noises started, but this time the woman was my wife.

It went on for some time, just as it usually does with his dates.

I wanted her to enjoy it -- I wanted both of them to enjoy it.

Then I started hearing her encouraging him and it got louder until I heard the unmistakable "ahhh" from him that signaled his climax.

It was only then that I fully realized that another man -- and I didn't even remember his name -- had shot his load into my wife.

I almost shot my load hearing it.

As soon as she got back, she said, "I had to leave; he has someone coming over."

I said, "Does he have anything left for her?"

"I'm sure he does. So, I guess you could you hear it."

"Yes, but did you make it?"

"No, he said next time I could stay longer and he would see that I came -- at least once. The guy is pretty confident in his abilities."

"I figured that when I talked to him. So did you like it?"

" ' He's strong and he's big, I can see why....'  She stopped. 'Sorry. I guess I shouldn't be saying stuff like that to you.' "

There was a long pause.  He wants me to come over tomorrow night....and stay longer. 

There was an awkward moment and she lamely added that she hoped they hadn't made too much noise.

I said that I would like to hear both of them make a lot of noise.  "Tell him when he wants to borrow you to just knock on the door"

"Jez, just knock on the door!? What kind of a ...."

I interrupted, "Would your rather hear some other girl over there getting the action?"

"Okay, assuming we get this friends-with-benefits thing going, what if we still hear other girls over there."

"If you keep him satisfied he wouldn't need to look elsewhere.".

"Satisfied?  That guy does some girl every night and twice on Sunday."

"Like you said, we used to do every night -- unless you are no longer up for that much action."

She said, "Just because we don't do it that often any more doesn't mean I'm not capable of it."

"Let's see."

Later that night her cell phone rang. She started with, "Oh, hi," and ended with, "Give me a couple minutes." She looked at me.  "I'll be back in a while."

About 40 minutes later the room started to shake as his bed rocked. I heard her loudly encouraging him. (Was she trying to make me jealous?)

Then I heard the noises she makes when she's building to a climax, except much louder. I wasn't sure if this was real. Was she trying to compete with the other women, or she was trying to make me jealous?

Not too long after that I ran into him outside.  After a few awkward moments he said, "Your wife says I just have to call and she will come over."

I nodded. "What's your secret with all the women?"

He shrugged, "No secret. I'm big and I can go a long time before I come, which means they come before I do. So how often can I....?"

I said, "Whenever, and you don't have to wine and dine her like other girls. She's already married and on the pill, so you don't have to worry about any of that."

"And this is really okay with you?"

"Keep her satisfied -- more than satisfied, if you are up to it."

He considered if. "Can she come over tonight about 10?"

"I'll ask her."

At 10:00 she left for his place.

At 10:45 the room was shaking and I heard the sounds of my wife heading toward a climax.

Then I heard her loudly climax, and then him.

And then so did I.

At 11:35 I heard the shower running.

At 11:50 she was in bed beside me. She said, "I can see why those women keep coming back."

By midnight she was asleep.

Maybe now my wife won't have to listen to some other girl getting off every night.

And I won't have to hear her subtle complaints about our sex life.

Seems like a good deal all the way around.
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This wonderful, sensitive story is a superb blend of joy, giving, sensibility and eroticism. It is true that most couples require more time before coming to this point. But this does not diminish from the goodness, desirability or rightfulness of their experience in the least.

If you are a woman, how would you react to hearing these these cries of pleasure, night after night? If you are a man, would you find courage to make the bold step this man did?

Discussing Large Endowment with a Beautiful Stranger

Today, I bought a flash drive. When I asked the cashier to retrieve the device, she waited a moment for me to lead her. When I didn’t move, she realized I hadn’t yet seen them. An extraordinarily beautiful, African-American woman, she handed me a perfect opening for discussing fascinating things. Of course I took it. Her part of the dialogue is indicated by PC [Pretty Cashier]

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PC: Oh – you haven’t found them yet [leading me] … well let’s see … we keep them in different places actually.

Me: You DO? ... Well I will not ask in what places you keep them …

PC: Stops in front of a display and chuckles lightly [humorous reply is always good] ... OK so we have this small one which holds only 8 gigs. Then those ones hold 16 gigs and sell for $15. And this is our biggest one. This is a 32 gig drive and it sells for $25.

I had to ask ...

Me: Do you like the big ones?

PC: Lowers her head slightly, looks straight ahead, her lips purse slightly, and the muscles around her gorgeous face tighten sightly as she suppresses the temptation to giggle.

Me: I feign being nonplused … What ……………..? I just asked if you like the big ones ...

Deliberately, I gave her a good long moment to let her hang herself with MORE reaction that she could retract or deny. Her gorgeous lips stay tightly pursed.

Me: Oh REALLY now! Is that what you're thinking? [Pretending only then to ‘figure it out’].

PC: Lips broaden into wide smile ...

Me: Well at least we both know ... what we're discussing ...

PC: Head rolls toward me slightly and wobbles a little ... well ... it's ...

Me: Let me guess– you’ve never handled that much data before ...?

PC: She looks away, but is clearly enjoying the double entendre. She looks my way.

Me: So does your boyfriend know that you think about such things?

PC: No … I don’t  ...

Me: But obviously, you've got your own opinion on these matters ...

PC: Smiling broadly, teeth showing

Me: And clearly, you've thought SOMETHING about it ...

She seems to become vulnerable and ready to share more when a coworker, another very pretty young woman, arrives. I don't know their relationship. My first priority is to avoid any potential embarrassment of my new friend. Basically, I end discussion there.

Me to coworker: She may or may not tell you about this discussion. I'll support her decision either way.

Me to PC: 'Thank you for helping me pick out the better flash drive...'

PC: 'Well that one does have more inches ...'

Isn't it curious how images and ideas work in our mind?

Me to PC: '...Inches?

PC: I mean ...

I saw a beautiful and knowing smile as the import of what she said dawned on her...

Me to PC: Let me just say that this has been a joy. Your openness to discussing this is wonderfully refreshing, and wherever you decide to go, I would affirm you in it completely...

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Pressed for time, I couldn’t bring the coworker into the discussion. And I had no chance to ‘test the waters’ to see how she might react. Disappointing as it was, I ended discussion there. Had circumstances been different, I would have pursued several lines of inquiry:

1] You’re wonderfully open … we just met and you obviously enjoy discussing this … yet you don’t discuss with your boyfriend. Why is that? Isn’t it a bit odd or sad … I mean, shouldn’t you be able to?

2] I think that if he truly cares for a young woman and puts her first, he will make it safe for her to share absolutely anything she wants or needs to share with him… wouldn’t you agree that is the ideal?

3] Did you know that even if not supportive, many men are at least open to their woman trying a ‘big drive?’ And that women who know why this is so can often coax/wheedle their men into agreeing to it?

4] Did you know that some men actually want this for their woman, and that absolutely nothing on the planet is as uncontrollably hot to them as his wife or girl taking another, usually well-endowed, man?

5] Many people do find these things quite fascinating. And they certainly pique your interest. Can you look in my eyes and say with total honesty that this hasn’t made you even a teeeeeny bit wet?

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I thanked her for her help and said that she totally convinced me which was the way to go … I took the big flash drive and left with it -- and the memory of her big smile.

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Would you like to have had this conversation? Have you had similar conversations? Would you like to be able to have this discussion with your wife? Or, would you like for another man or woman to have this conversation with your girlfriend or wife? What do you think?