We were being couch-potatoes as usual on Wednesday nights. There was a comedy show running on the TV. I lost my interest in it and started caressing my wife Pam. I massaged her hips and kissed her neck.

When I got her moody, I whispered to her ear, "Let's watch something dirty, eh?"

She chuckled, "What sort?"

"The sort that makes you drool."

"There are many sorts that makes me... wet."

"I mean your favourite one," I whispered and started kissing her neck.

"Mmh... Which one is it?" She knew what I was talking about, but wanted to hear it from me.

"The one about naughty wives," I slid my lips up while they were in contact with her skin.

"Slutty wives?" She asked, faking a surprised voice.

I reached her ear lobe and sucked it. Then I whispered into her ear, "Slutty wives that fuck other men while their husbands are waiting at home."

I heard that she gasped and I knew that she started drooling already. Then I whispered with the lowest voice I can, "Like you would love to do."

"Oh, do you think that I would?" She was still pretending to be surprised.

"No, I don't think. I know it," I was massaging her left tit while speaking, "I know very well that you would happily open your pussy to another man's cock. You told it many times." We were quite verbal during sex and lately, our chats were focused on fantasies of her having sex with other men.

"Mm... Oh yes, I remember," She said with a naughty grin, "Does it make me a bad wife?"

"Yes, honey, it does. You are a very..." I held her chin and turned her towards my face, "... very bad wife."

It was followed by a long kiss. We were glued to each other, violating each other's mouth with our tongues. Both of us were already hot. It lasted a few minutes, until I stopped to say "You are a bad bad wife, and I love it."

"Oh, do you? Knowing what it really means?"

"Yes, I do very well."

"Sure? Would you be OK, sending your wife to..." She paused for a second, having difficulty to produce the next word "...to 'fuck' another... another man's cock?" She moved her gaze away guiltily while saying that.

"Mm, yes! I would be more than OK for that."

"Aren't you afraid that I would like it? Like it too much, maybe?" She flew me a curious look for a second.

I froze a moment. Although it turned me on, I was not fully ready to hear it from her lips. "Why, that... it is the purpose," I could barely say it, despite that I had my answer ready long before.

She chuckled at my frustration. That gave her confidence to take the initiative. "You don't seem quite sure," she whispered to my ear. She sucked my ear lobe, and moaned thinking about what she was preparing to say, "What if I would love his cock? What if it was too big and too... beautiful?"

I was paralyzed by her words. I moaned unintentionally, giving in to my deepest desires.

She liked my reaction and continued to tease me, "Imagine that. Imagine me, licking a cock. Not yours, someone else's. A big and beautiful cock. Can you imagine it?" She paused to demand an answer.

I could only be honest in that state, "Ah... yes I do... I can see it."

"Tell me what you see."

I honestly described what I imagine, "There is a man naked, lying on the bed. His cock is standing, glistening with your saliva."

"Tell me more about his cock," she insisted, putting one hand on my crotch, over my trainers.

"It is hard... long... and fat," my dick twitched under her hand while saying it.

"Mmh, are you excited? Tell me how 'long and fat' it is," She said in a commanding tone, enjoying the description and putting the guilt on me, "Compare it to yours."

My dick twitched again, as if knowing that it is the subject.

"Definitely bigger, at least two inches... and twice as fat." I honestly thought that mine is an average one. What I imagined was in the class of porn movies.

"Mm, sounds just good," She teased me in a naughty tone, "I would love to fuck it."

I could only produce a moan. No matter how many times I heard this, hearing such things from her mouth was still effective. When she looked at my eyes and declared her naughty desires, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Now, imagine me sitting on it," she continued.

"Mhm," I affirmed barely opening my mouth.

"Say it! What do you see?"

"You... you sit on it. It enters your pussy slowly. Your pussy is... is too tight for it."

I could picture it in my mind. Her pussy lips clamp tight around its head. It is solid and potent, pointy at the tip and broadens like a bronze spearhead.

"Mm, right. A cock that big... It 'is' difficult to take at first."

"But, you are very wet. So, it still goes in. Stretching you -"

"Mmh," She interrupted me with a deep moan, "Of course it does. 'Twice as fat'. That's a monster."

"That is, but your saliva and drool make it easier. It slides in slowly..."

She closed her eyes for a second in ecstasy, and then suddenly sprang up, "I want it, now! Fuck me, I want that fat cock!" She clumsily turned the TV off and started undressing.

I was left abruptly on the sofa. I was trying to understand her intention, "Wa - want me to bring the toy?"

"No, I don't want that plastic thing. I want real skin; the live thing."

"How will we find it?"

"Haha," she laughed loudly, "Don't be a fool! We've got one already."

While I was seriously thinking about what she might mean, she leaned for my trainers and pulled them down impatiently. "Here!" she declared the obvious.

"But, it... it is not the same."

She did not say anything, just removed my boxers.

"Mm, there you are," She grasped my dick and stroked it a few times, "It is more than ready."

She sat on me and took my dick all in. She was drooling.

"Do you want to give this pussy to someone else?" She asked as she started rocking her hips.

I moved my hips accordingly and replied with a similar question, "Don't you want to take a fat cock?"

"Ahn..." She squealed at the idea.

I kept pushing her imagination, "Imagine that cock again, inside of your pussy. Instead of mine, that fat cock, stretching you..."

Her juices were flowing down on me. She was unusually wet. We were already at the edge, it was going to be a short one.

"Mmh, yes... yes I want it," she craved-, "Who doesn't want a big cock?"

"Maybe we should find..." I started, but I felt that I got ahead of myself. So I did not finish that sentence, but it was too late.

"Haha," she faked a laugh, "Do you want to find a cock for me? Huh? 'Hey mister, do you have a fat and beautiful cock for my wife?' Fool!" She mocked me cruelly.

I felt humiliated and wanted to apologize, but she kept going, "Do you think that I can't find it myself?" She scolded me while pushing her hips in strong and decisive strokes as if punishing me. It was supposedly a verbal and physical punishment, but I was enjoying it.

She kept asking me taunting questions with every stroke, "Can't I choose which cock is the best for me?"

"Yes."

"Can't I go and seduce a man?"

"Yes, baby you -" She did not let me answer to her questions, just spoken what she wanted to say.

"Can't I fuck him while you wait at home... thinking that your wife is having a drink with her colleagues... and falling asleep on the sofa?"

"- You can, wait, what!?"

I was speechless a few seconds as the idea occurred to me. We were looking at each other, our foreheads were almost touching, her hair was all over me. Our hips were moving as hard as they can with the momentum of our talk. My dick was burning.

The idea occurred to me, while I noticed that her bossy tone had changed to a hesitant one in the last sentence. Her eyebrows lifted slightly and her eyes opened up to monitor my reaction. It occurred to me as I brought the pieces together.

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One night, I fell asleep on the sofa, waiting for her at home, as she said that she would be with her friends, but hasn't shown up until midnight. I woke up late at night, turned off the TV where an old movie was running. There was complete silence, but I knew that she was home by the smell of her perfume. I just went to the bathroom. I was slumbering and slipped on the wet floor but maintained my balance. I returned to the bed and slept without disturbing her. It was six days before.

It just occurred to me that the perfume was stronger than usual and the floor should not be wet at that hour. She took a shower and perfumed herself before going to bed!

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"You slut!" I said in shock, as I pulled my dick out. I pushed her onto the sofa and split her legs open, "You cheated on me!"

She did not mutter a word. She looked a bit scared. I slapped her pussy, it was all covered in sex juices. I pulled her to myself and roughly shoved my dick into her pussy.

"You... you did that?!" I could not hide my shock. I pushed my hips roughly. I was not feeling my cock while moving in and out. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her tits were going up and down as I pushed my hips.

"Tell me! Tell me you did it," I was trying to get an answer from her, but she kept silent. It was driving me crazy. My cock was moving furiously in her, but surprisingly I did not feel much. My cock was a tool to punish her, rather than to pleasure myself.

"Talk! You fucked someone else while I... I," I could not finish the sentence, both because the idea made me feel weak and it did not seem to have any effect on her. I could tell by her reactions, she was rather enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and she was producing small moans.

I slowed down gradually. She opened her eyes at the point when I stopped moving. We looked at each other. She did not carry any guilt or regret in her face. I wanted to pull out, but she did not let me by wrapping her legs around me.

"Where are you going?"

"You cheat..."

"No. No, I didn't."

"So it was a joke?"

"No. It wasn't."

I was thoroughly confused.

"Did you fuck someone or not?" Asking this question made my dick twitch inside of her. She smiled at my reaction.

"Yes."

My confusion and her smile grew together. She enjoyed my reaction and looked at me with sympathy. She looked at me as if I was a cute but stupid boy who did not understand where the babies come from.

"Yes, I fucked a colleague," she stated in cold blood, "But, no, it doesn't count as cheating."

I could only look at her with questioning eyes.

"It doesn't, because you wanted it."

"I... I..."

"You can't deny it. You told me many times that you like slutty wives."

"But -"

"You described me in the finest detail, how I would enjoy fucking someone else's cock."

"These were... only..."

"Let's not forget the porn movies you made me watch."

I sighed hopelessly. It was not possible to discuss with her. She was well-prepared for this talk.

"You showed me the dirtiest images: horny wives, huge cocks, never-ending gangbangs..." She was getting excited while telling these. I noticed that she started to move her hips slowly.

"You," she began, looking into my eyes firmly and grinding me while I was trapped between her legs. "You awoke my inner slut."

What she was saying was true, but I was still annoyed that she did it without asking me. I did not know how to say it, so I remained silent. She did not care and kept fucking me. I did not respond, except that my dick was rock-hard.

"So I have become the slut you wanted me to be, that night," she teased more to break my silence. "You would be proud of me. What a slut I was!"

She was increasing the strength of her thrusts meanwhile, "You must... ahn... You must have seen me, taking his huge cock!"

I was giving up to her power of seduction. I was still not moving with her, but my resistance was already broken by the images she created in my brain. I felt the pleasure spread from my crotch to the rest of my body.

"It was so thick. I thought that it would never go in," she said while lifting her brows as if remembering her reaction. "But, ahn... it went in. I took it all in."

A short sigh ran from my mouth. I closed my eyes. I was giving in to pleasure. She didn't miss that and decided to exclaim the last thing she said:

"Yes, 'all in', down to his balls. It felt so good... so full. He stuffed me so well with his meaty cock."

My body was trembling with pleasure, but I was contracting all my muscles to sustain it. My eyes and my mouth were so tightly shut. It could not happen, I could not let her win over this.

However, she did not have any intention to stop taunting me, "I still can't believe that I could take it, but I was so wet. I actually creamed on his cock."

She kept pressing on me both with her hips and her words, "I creamed like a slut, a real slut... My pussy was more than ready to take it... Thanks to you, darling, you prepared me to it... You trained my pussy with that plastic toy... You trained my mind with all the dirty talk..."

I could not stand against all these. I do not remember exactly at which moment I broke, but I broke badly. I groaned and cursed her loudly. Then I exploded wildly in her pussy.

She enjoyed being addressed with my curses. We came together, groaning and squealing together and pushing our hips madly in the last moments of sex.

---

So, I got to know my cuckold day a week after it happened. It came as a surprise and frustration. Pam justified it with strong arguments, but I was still feeling bad about being uninformed.

Later I told her that we could plan it together, and she explained to me that it developed spontaneously and she did not want to miss the opportunity. She promised to inform me before possible future encounters, so that I can sit at home and think about her affair.