Cuckold fantasy role play in the bedroom is the best way of getting to know one another. What she likes, what he likes, what they both like.
Here is a story that incorporates sexy role play that will give you ideas
Part 1: The Fantasy
Jack and Dianne had been married for a decade. They were in their mid-thirties in a loving and fun partnership. Both were busy professionals.
The couple were comfortable, and on top of their fun dynamic, they had a good sex life. They still desired each other and kept things fresh. Jack was more experienced in the bedroom, even before meeting Dianne, and was the more open and kinky of the two. As time went on with Jack, Dianne started to open up and become more comfortable with sex, with her body, and trying new things.
Dianne was beautiful, though she never seemed to know just how pretty she really was. She had light eyes and a natural tan tone to her skin. She often styled a bob with her dark hair, and her body had developed into a fuller, curvy figure – the highlights, often noted by her husband – were here incredible curves starting with her long legs. Moving up her body, her thighs became thicker, soft and incredibly smooth, and bloomed into an arc with her hips and ass, before climbing her narrower waist. She was self conscious of her body at times, and noted her small round breasts. Jack, on the other hand, appreciated her boobs and the way her smaller upper body exaggerated her legs and curves. When she dressed up in an outfit highlighting her body, Dianne could drop jaws.
Jack was slim and slightly muscular, with pale skin and a softness that most men did not have. He smelled great, with eyes and angles that made it all work. Even approaching middle age, Jack drew looks from strangers all of the time – men and women.
One evening, while Dianne and Jack were lightly intertwined on the couch, drinking a glass of wine – they were chatting about their sex life, and which celebrities they found attractive, and relaxing. They got into the realm of fantasies, and while Jack had many kinks and was quite open, Dianne was always a bit shy and reserved.
On this night, she was feeling good and their conversation veered into a discussion about threesomes, group sex, and bisexuality. Jack was sharing a lot, and was now nudging Dianne with his foot, “Come on, Dianne, surely you have fantasies beyond the old professor and student thing – what else do you imagine when you are turned on and getting into it?” he asked.
Dianne smiled and thought… there were some things, and Jack had always been so open. With the things he was into and had done in the past… surely he would be safe to share with. She sipped her wine and spoke, “Well, there is one silly that has stuck with me for a bit, but you can’t judge!”. Jack smiled, “Ok, I promise – share your dirty thoughts and I won’t judge”.
Dianne warmed thinking about it, blushing. She started, “Well, I sometimes read fiction, or watch things where the woman… the wife is a sort of slutty, like a Hotwife?” She giggled, nervous, but Jack just smiled and pushed, “Ok, cool, so tell me more – what do you like about it?”. Dianne was a little stunned at his casual response, but she sipped her wine again and continued, “I don’t know, I guess I like the stories, where the wife is desired by others and gets to pursue raw pleasure without the guilt or judgement…. I guess the objectification is kind of hot?”
Jack was intrigued, this was a new direction for Dianne, and as weird as it was, he found it turning him on. Of course, as a bi person, he had become familiar with all kinds of kink and scenarios. He was happy that Dianne was opening up.
“Dianne, that’s fun – I’m glad you shared with me. We should explore that in a fantasy!” he said. “But Jack, I’m kind of nervous, I don’t know what to do,” she replied.
“I’ll lead, Dianne. Let’s go to the bedroom” Jack said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. They walked to the bedroom and Jack began, “Ok, I will pick an outfit for you. You will put it on, as well as this blindfold.”
Dianne watched as he picked out some gorgeous black lingerie that they had and one of her sheer tops with a short flowy skirt. She put them on, feeling a bit self conscious… she looked… good. But she didn’t usually show so much skin, so she took a deep breath, anticipating what was to come.
Jack placed the blindfold on Dianne, and asked her to lay down on the bed. She did as she was told and tried to relax, but by this point she was excited.
Jack grabbed some lube, her favourite wand, and a dildo while Dianne lay on the bed in her outfit with the blindfold on. He looked at her before starting, she looked amazing. He thought of her like this, running the fantasy through his mind and he started to get hard.
Jack climbed the bed with the toys and sat on his knees right next to Dianne – his knees just touching her hip. He knew that he would need to take control and help Dianne embrace her fantasy, and he wanted her to feel good.
Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Dianne, imagine that we are at a hotel together after an amazing dinner. We are in the room kissing and getting heavy. I stop and ask you if you are up for some fun, for trying new things.”
“Dianne, what do you say?” – Dianne took a minute to catch her breath, realizing she was going to be an active part of this, “Yes”.
Jack smiled and continued, “Lay down Dianne.” In her mind, she imagined herself laying on the bed, as she was doing now. Jack spoke again, “You are on the bed, and I reach down under your dress, and pull your underwear off. I slide between your legs – licking up your inner thigh to your pussy and clit. I eat you out, like you are my favourite dessert – making a mess of my mouth and face, and getting covered in by your wetness”.
Dianne was actually getting wet. Jack hadn’t even really touched her yet outside of this fantasy, but her mind was on fire.
“As you are approaching your first orgasm, I stop and get up off the bed.” Dianne gives a little pout but stays quiet. “Dianne, you are going to get up and shower. I want you to do your makeup and get dressed. We are going on to our next stop this evening.”
Dianne was a bit confused but excited, what did Jack have in his head with this fantasy? She played along and imagined herself taking an everything shower – and looking good. She loved the feeling of being clean, smooth, and smelling sexy.
“Dianne, you come out of the shower, clean, with fresh makeup and an outfit – dark jeans and a nice sweater. I have a duffel bag packed and guide you downstairs where a cab is waiting for us. We get in the car and it takes us to a nice club.”
“We get out and enter, I pay the cover fee and we are guided to a change room and locker area. I stop you and explain that this is a sex club, with a full bar, dance floor and a pool.”
Dianne felt her pussy getting wetter, she was seeing where this was going and did a little squirm on the bed, wishing Jack would touch her – but he held back.
“I open the bag and hand it to you. Dianne, you will change into the outfit I brought. It’s going to push your comfort level, but I promise you will look hot as fuck.”
“You go change and come out wearing black heels, stockings, a garter belt, and a lace bra – all covered by a very short skirt and sheer top,” Jack explained. Dianne was soaking now… imagining Jack dressing her in this outfit at a club… something she would never wear, but she was picturing it now… with his encouragement… what it would be like. So similar to what she was wearing now, laying vulnerable on the bed. She also realized there was no panty to this outfit… so she was bare under the skirt… just like she was right now. She felt exposed, but free, like a barrier was removed.
“Dianne, I change into nice black trunks and we walk into the club. When we get there, you see that it looks a lot like a high end nightclub, but everyone was slightly more daring in their clothing choices… or lack thereof.
“I sit you down at the bar, and order us some drinks. I order us both a cocktail, and I also order three shots of vodka and lime. Before you sip the cocktail, I ask you to take the shots. At first you are shocked, as you don’t drink very often… but I put my hand on your leg and reassure you, I am here – it’s ok. You take the shots in quick succession and sip on the cocktail to chase.”
Dianne giggled lightly… she knew if she did that in real life, she would get drunk pretty quickly.
“After about an hour, you are more comfortable in the club, the drinks have hit and you are slightly drunk already. I turn to you and kiss you. Tonight, we are going to play a game. It is called the “Yes” game. You are going to say ‘Yes’ to everything you are asked from now until I take you home – do you understand and do you consent?”
Dianne’s mind was reeling…. This fantasy… was so hot… she was being submissive for Jack, and put on display for others. She really liked that he had her drink… for some reason the idea of losing some of her self control made her feel good. She responded, “Yes, I can do this”.
Jack smiled. “Good girl. You are going to get up when you finish your drink, and you are going to dance with all of those other people on the dance floor. Before you come back to sit with me, you must dance with at least one man.”
Dianne was dripping in real life and in her imagination. This scenario was getting hot… and she couldn’t believe he was going along with this… even encouraging these thoughts in his wife. She responded, “Yes, Jack.”
Jack started to toy with the hem of her skirt as he spoke, “Remember, Dianne. You are to say yes to anything you are asked. I want you to make me proud of how hot you are.”
“You get up – a little wobbly with your heels after the drinks. You look at me and wait, and I say – yes I am sure.”
“Dianne, you wander out to the dance floor and into the crowd, dancing along to the music. You feel sexy among all of these nearly naked people… you notice eyes wandering over your body and you like the attention.”
“You find yourself dancing when an attractive, slightly older man, moves in close behind you, lightly placing his hands on your hips when he leans forward and asks you if it’s ok. What do you say?”
Dianne smiled, “Yes.”
“Dianne, as you dance with this man – you feel his strong hands on your hips. You feel his firm chest at your back and you like it. You feel as he grinds closer into your ass while dancing, he is getting hard. You are making him hard.”
Dianne was drenched now. She was so wet and breathing hard. She wanted Jack to touch her, to fuck her while he told the story. But he remained where he was. Her mind wandered, imagining a hot guy holding her, his hands on her body… she was too turned on and couldn’t focus on her husband beside her, she was losing herself to the fantasy.
“Dianne, his hands reach down past the edge of your skirt and start wandering up your thighs. You feel them with their strong grip as they slide up your legs…when he reaches your upper thigh, he spins you around to face him and pulls you close against his hips and you can feel his bulge up against you. He asks, is this ok?”
Dianne bucks slightly with her hips and says, “Yes. Please, yes.”
Jack smiles as he can see her turning into a puddle. She really likes this. She was clearly downplaying how much she liked this fantasy of being a hotwife. He hadn’t even touched her and he was pretty sure she was close to cumming… her smooth pussy had a shine around her slit, from how wet she was.
“He spins you around and pulls you close against him. He smiles and runs one hand between your legs, slowly gliding up your inner thighs. You feel his fingers brushing against your skin, getting closer… and closer… and you remember at that moment, you are not wearing any panties.”
Dianne gasped as she felt Jack beside her on the bed, take his hand and run it up her legs as he told the story. He pushed a finger lightly against the very edge of her opening and she whimpered.
Jack looked down at his wife as she softly moaned, “Yes… Please, keep going,” she whimpered.
Jack slid his fingers into Dianne, and they entered her with ease. “He slides his fingers into you, and at the same time, pulls you in for a kiss” as he also reached down and kissed her. Dianne kissed back, whimpering into Jack and lightly bucking into his fingers, desperate now. But it wasn’t Jack she was thinking of.
“Dianne, as you are kissing, and he is sliding his fingers in and out of you on the dance floor… he asks you, if you will go with him to the private rooms.”
“Yes… I want to go with him, please.” Dianne, he holds your waist and gently guides you ahead of him as you wobble in your heels into a private room, feeling drunk and overwhelmed with what you want to happen next.”
“He closes the door and pulls you near the bed. He lifts your shirt as his hands glide over your ribs, before he pulls down your skirt, his thumbs grabbing the edges against your hips and pulling down over your thighs and off. You are now gliding back onto the bed as he gently pushes you – in only your stockings, heels and lace bra.”
Dianne moaned. Then, she gasped – Jack had applied her wand to her clit. This was insane, she felt like she was going to lose it – she could no longer think straight, she just wanted it so badly. She wanted to feel good… to keep going.
“Dianne, this man strips and kneels into you, and your hand wraps around his hard cock as you feel his size – more than you are used to. He pushes his head to your lips and pauses, leaning down to your ear – he whispers, “can I have you?”
“Yes, please, Jack… I’m his, he can have anything!” she gasped. Jack was surprised… she wasn’t acting… his wife was moaning in front of him, begging to fuck another man. He had never seen her like this… and it was making his cock ache.
“Dianne, what do you want, I want you to ask for it – beg for it.”
Dianne was getting close to an orgasm, and more than anything she wanted to be fucked.
“Please let him fuck me, please I don’t care – just please let me have his cock!”
Jack smiled gazing down over his wife… in her blindfold, writhing as she was almost ready to cum… her skin shining with sweat. She was hanging off the edge, wetter than he had ever seen. She was ready. And he couldn’t believe how quickly she fell into this fantasy.
He grabbed the dildo and slowly entered her.
Dianne gasped again – she didn’t expect this… she thought Jack would fuck her now… but this … made her brain run wild… she liked this, it felt more real, like it was someone else… that this was her new man and it turned her on even more… she felt the dick sliding in and out, feeling the fullness of it inside her as her orgasm built and she fell further into her fantasy…
Dianne came harder than she ever had before, and after a little more pressure with the wand and dildo, she came again.
Jack held her as she was exhausted. He removed her blindfold and leaned down to whisper, “Dianne, you’re such a good little slut. You turn me on so much.”
She reached down and felt his cock. He was so hard, practically bursting. This was interesting for Dianne… she wasn’t expecting this, but he was loving it.
Dianne smiled with a devilish grin. She looked him in the eyes, lightly stroking him. She removed her shirt and her skit. Stroking him and looking him in the eyes, kneeling beside him on her knees in her lingerie.
“Jack… you’re so hard…”
“Yes babe, that was so hot” Jack moaned out. He watched as Dianne’s hand wrapped gently around his cock, sliding up and down slowly. She was glowing from her orgasms, sweaty and gorgeous in her outfit… her lips red and her cheeks flushed. He dropped his gaze down, over her chest and down to her legs… thick, smooth and wet all over her inner thighs.
Dianne stroked, slowing down and smiling. She wanted to test this…she noticed Jack looking at her and getting harder, closer… “Babe, would it turn you on if that was real? If I went out to a club in a slutty little outfit and fucked some hot guy I found on the dance floor?”
Jack was a bit shocked at this flip… she was pushing him… but he couldn’t deny… he was rock hard and thinking about it for real made him rush closer to an orgasm… he couldn’t even stop himself as he responded…
“Yes… Dianne… please… I want it. Would you let them see you… and have your body?”
Dianne giggled and as she stroked, she wrapped her other hand gently around his balls with slight pressure to bring Jack to orgasm, “Yes Jack, now that I see your dick just thinking about it… this is clearly not just my fantasy. You are going to encourage me and help me become this. It feels too good.”
And with that, Jack exploded, his cum shooting up Dianne’s arm and hands, onto her stomach and her breasts. It was everywhere, and it felt so good. His cock twitched as he looked at his wife… spent, beautiful, and covered in cum. He wondered, what he had unleashed.
To be continued…
Source: Encouraging Her: A New Hotwife
https://www.literotica.com/s/encouraging-her-a-new-hotwife
