If you’re reading this, that means you’ve probably read about my special arrangement with my husband, Justin. It started way back when we were just dating, and I found out that he had a very special kink. He got off on me, telling him about my previous sex life.
Eventually, when I was on business trips, I started looking for adventures I could tell Justin about. Just to be clear, it wasn’t just for Justin; I enjoyed it a lot. Being able to respond when guys tried to pick me up and see the rapturous look on their faces as their cock was entering my cunt for the first time was delicious. Better yet, I could live it again, by telling Justin about it.
What I was missing was seeing Justin watch it happen. While we were planning our first two-week vacation together, I started thinking about the opportunity it offered.
We’re going to be away from home together. What would Justin think? He enjoys the vicarious pleasure of hearing me tell about fucking other men, or is there something more going on? We’re pretending that I’m not cuckolding him because I only do it away from home; we both know that’s what's happening, though. Would he enjoy seeing it happen?
Two weeks later, we were driving into Monterey on our vacation, and after we checked into our hotel; we went to Land’s End in Pacific Grove. The view of the coast was spectacular, and we ate at a restaurant overlooking the cliffs and ocean. We sat with a view of the waves as they hit the cliff below us, and with the view and sound. It was amazing. Neither of us had any experience seeing the ocean, so we both enjoyed it. On the drive back to our hotel, I was feeling feisty, and I had Justin half-undressed when we were in the elevator. We were both undressed within a minute of closing the door to our room. Justin took me, fucked me, by pressing against the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the hotel patio; he forced my tits against the window and took me from behind.
It was reminiscent of that time in Memphis when Phil took me against the window in the penthouse restaurant. God, I thought we were going to be caught. That was a memorable fuck that we both savored. This time, I saw some people pointing at me through the window. Justin had the lights on in the room, so everyone below saw us. After I came, I kneeled and took him with my mouth. When he came, he came on my face, and some people were clapping.
I love you, Justin. That was the perfect climax—hah climax—to a perfect first day of vacation. This is just the beginning of our vacation. I love being the center of attention, especially showing off being fucked. Thank you.
When we were in bed with the lights out, I told him, “God, Justin, that was exhilarating being fucked like that; being exhibited in front of those people. When I came and then sucked your cock and they saw you cum on me, I came again.”
We were kissing, and his hands were caressing my tits, when I blurted out, ”I loved being watched like that.” I paused, shocked by what I was thinking. “Justin, could you … “ I stopped talking there.
“Could I what?” Justin asked.
“Justin, uh, … No, forget it.” I kissed him again and fondled his cock, and it was getting hard with me holding it.
“Tell me, ask me. Don’t leave it like this.”
He started tweaking my nipples, and he knew what that did to me, “Okay, okay,” I said, “What I was going to say is that I didn’t realize being exhibited like that; what it does to me. Would you … could you watch while … um, I’m being fucked and screwed by someone else? While someone has his cock in me and I’m cumming with him, spurting his sperm in my pussy, no, my cunt. My cunt.” I held my breath as I finished, afraid of his reaction.
I still had my hand on his cock when I finished and it only got harder and stiffer.
“Cecilia, no, you're not doing that. You’re not. I’m not. Knowing you’re screwing other guys, and hearing you tell me about it? That's one thing. You know I get off on that. Seeing someone else with you, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, and you will too. “ I took his cock and held it as I moved so I could lick it with my tongue. “You know you will, don’t you? Your cock is telling me you want to, Justin, and you will. What I want is even more; I’m going to insist on it. I want you to take ownership of what’s happening between us. You know what’s happening. I know you know. Tell me what I’m doing when I’m fucking all those guys; you know what I’m doing, and who you are.“
“No, Cecilia, no. what we’ve been doing is different. You’ve said it yourself: when that happens, we’re not married.“
“Justin, it’s a useful fiction, but you need to tell me what’s been happening. We can continue it on business trips because I enjoy it too. But here, now, use the word and own it.”
“You want me to use the word? Is that what it takes to make you satisfied? CUCKOLD! CUCKOLD!“ he shouted and stopped, and I could see tears starting.
I held him to my breast and said, “Yes, and yes, dear, you’re my cuckold, and you're going to acknowledge it to both me and my lovers. On my business trips, we’ll still pretend. But on vacation, you’re going to help. You’ve finally said the word, Justin. There’s one more step now. You’ll watch it and more. I’ll tell you when it’s happening, and you’ll be a proper submissive cuckold for me.”
I licked Justin’s cock a few times and then sucked it until he came again into my mouth. I lay there savoring the taste, and then I moved, so I could kiss him, satisfied that he understood what was happening.
Tomorrow, I want to find someone to cuckold Justin. I can already feel his cock as it pushes inside my pussy for the first time with Justin watching. I want him to see it while I’m being screwed, and help too; it’s going to be beautiful. It'll be satisfying for us both.
The next morning, Justin was holding my tits as we spooned together. What a wonderful way to wake up. The only thing better was when I woke up with my lover's hands holding them. There was no mention of what we’d said last night at breakfast, but I could tell Justin remembered.
After we ate, we went to the aquarium and spent several hours enjoying the exhibits. At lunch, Justin finally brought up what we’d been talking about. We were sitting outside, finishing eating, “Cecilia, you said something about … owning, uh, that I’m a cuckold. Uh, you weren’t serious, were you?”
I answered, “Justin, I've been thinking about it. I’m not sure, but I think … no, I want—I want us to recognize what we're doing. I want you to find the man you want to watch fuck me.” Justin tried to interrupt, but I talked over him and said, “Yes, you get to tell him you want to watch him screw me. When we get to our room, you’ll undress me for him, and when he’s ready, you’ll put his cock in me. His cock, you’ll guide it into me.”
When I’d finished talking, I saw him wilting, getting smaller in his chair, but his erection was harder and more obvious.
Exactly what I expected; he wants it, and he doesn’t. Well, I want it, so he’s going to get what I want. This is going to be a major turning point. He’s going to accept what he is, and I get all the cock I need. Justin, I’m going to be on the bed, naked, with my new lover above me, and you’re going to put his cock in my cunt. I’m surprised I was able to tell him, but this is our destination, and I plan to enjoy it.
We were wandering through some galleries when I saw a sculpture from Africa. It was a voluptuous woman being impaled by a man against the trunk of a tree; the branches suggested a second man in agony, watching the woman in ecstasy. I had to have it as a moment of this vacation. It perfectly expressed what was going to happen tonight. When Justin saw it; he immediately knew why I wanted it. I knew the perfect place for it in our bedroom.
After dinner, we went to Cibo’s for music and dancing, and when we were inside; it was mostly couples, but there were a few possibles. I could see that Justin was getting nervous and even trembling. I loved watching him try to get ready for what was going to happen.
I kissed Justin and said, “Look at the guy there at the bar in the blue shirt. I'll pick him out, but you still have to ask him. Tell him your wife is looking for a dancing partner; if I like him, we’ll invite him to our room to fuck me. I think you should warn him you’re going to undress me and put his cock in my cunt. Um, use the word cunt. When I'm in this mood, I love the word cunt. You can tell him it’s the first time you’ve been able to watch. If he turns you down, come back, because I have a couple of other guys you can ask.”