If you’re reading this, you may have 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, was living it again, telling Justin about it. 

What I missed 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 about me fucking other men; or is there something more going on? We’re pretending that I’m not cuckolding him because I do it away from home, but we both know 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 there was a restaurant overlooking the cliffs and ocean. We sat with a view of the waves hitting the cliff below us, and with the view and the sound, it was amazing. On the drive back to our hotel, I was feeling feisty, and I had Jim half-undressed by the time we were in the hall to our room. We were both undressed within a minute of closing the door to our room. Justin took me, fucked me,  pressed 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—ha, 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. 

We were in bed with the lights out, talking. “God, Justin, that was exhilarating being fucked like that; being exhibited in front of those people. God, Justin, 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 of saying to him. “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, screwed by someone else? While someone has his cock in me and I’m cumming with him, he’s spurting his sperm in my pussy, no, my cunt. My cunt.” I collapsed as I finished.

I still had my hand on his cock when I finished, and it 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.”

Shit, you started this. If I let him close this down now he may close it down permanently. I guessed it was time.“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 will, Justin, you will. What I want is, no, 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 what 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, and we both enjoy it, but you need to tell me what’s been happening. We can continue it on my 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 stopped there. "I'm not a cuckold."

I held him to my breast. “Yes, and yes, dear, you are. You're my cuckold, and you're going to acknowledge it to both my lovers and me. On my business trips, we’ll 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 happen, and more. I’ll tell you when it’s happening, and you’ll like it. You'll be a proper submissive cuckold for me.”

I licked Justin’s cock a few times and then moved so I could kiss him, satisfied I'd started the process, getting him to watch.

Tomorrow I want to find someone to cuckold Justin. I can feel his cock as it pushes inside my pussy for the first time, with Justin there, watching. I want him to see it as I’m being screwed. And I want him to help too; it’s going to be beautiful.

The next morning, Justin was holding my tits as we spooned together. What a wonderful way to wake up. The only thing better was on my trips, when I was waking up with a strange man’s hands there. There was no mention of what we’d said last night at breakfast, but I knew 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, “I’m not sure, but I think … no, I want. Tonight you’ll find the man you want to watch fuck me.” Justin tried to interrupt, but I talked over him. “Yes, you'll 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 it in me. His cock, you’ll guide it into me.” 

He tried to interrupt me, but I overrode him. "Justin, I've read about it, and I'm sure you have too. You're resisting what's been true for years; you're a willing cuckold. It's time, Justin."

I've started it, now I have to finish it. Justin, you've been my cuckold but have resisted acknowledging it. I can't let you get away with it now, I can't.

When I’d finished talking, I saw him wilting, getting smaller in his chair, but his erection was more conspicuous. 

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. This was always our destination, and I plan to enjoy it.

We wandered through some galleries when I saw a sculpture from Africa with a voluptuous woman being impaled by a man against the trunk of a tree; the branches suggested a man in agony, watching the woman in ecstasy. I had to have it as a memento of this vacation. It perfectly expressed what was going to happen tonight. I knew the perfect place for it in our bedroom. Justin resisted, not because of the price, but the subject. He knew what I saw.

After dinner, we went to Cibo’s by the hotel, for music and dancing. Inside, it was mostly couples, but there were a few single possibles. 

I kissed Justin and said, “Look at the guy there at the bar in the blue shirt. Approach him first. 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, put his cock in my cunt. Um, use 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.”

He resisted; in fact, he tried to flat-out refuse. When I finally told him I'd do it without him in our room, he backed down. I watched Justin nervously walk up and sit down next to the guy; he ordered a couple of drinks for us, and turned to him, and they talked back and forth. At one point, the guy looked over at me, and then they continued talking. 

When Justin got up and headed to me, it looked like a thanks, but no thanks, so I looked around for the next guy. 

“Cecilia, he’ll be right over; God, he said he’d love to make a deposit … in your cunt, that’s what he told me to say. Uh, his name is Jimmy, not James and not Jim. Jimmy.” 

Justin was trembling as he continued, “He asked if I shaved your cunt for your lovers, and I didn’t know what to say. Um, I said if he wanted it shaved, I’d take care of it for him. Cecilia, that was okay, right?”

“Well, does he?” I paused for a second, then said, “I’ll ask him. If he does, well, we can go to our room, and you can take care of it for him.”

When Jimmy came over, he sat next to me and kissed me. Umm, a very nice kiss too. Long, sweet, and with a lot of promise for later.

“You asked Justin a question?” I asked. “Do you want it clean-shaven? If you do, Justin can take care of it before you come to our room.”

Did I just invite him to the room?

I quickly added, “That’s if I invite you to come with us.”

Jimmy answered, “I’m expecting that you will, and when you do, I‘ll want to watch your husband do it. We’ll both enjoy seeing him do it for me. But you wanted to dance?”

Boy, he’s confident. Or is he being arrogant? I like confidence. Arrogance, not so much.

I took a quick sip of my wine and stood up, and we went to the dance floor. We danced a bit, and then there was a slow dance where we could talk, at least he could talk. He was making interesting suggestions about what we could do in the hotel room. 

We went back to our table and sat with Justin. Jimmy was preempting Justin. He was holding my hand, kissing me, touching me. After a bit, he was talking to Justin, telling him what he wanted to do in the room. 

“CC, you don’t mind me calling you CC, do you? I want my name for you to be different from what your husband calls you. I want a special name. just for me.” I smiled, and he continued, “CC, you’ve never let Justin watch, is that right?”

“No, I’ve always done it on business trips; he’s always enjoyed me telling him about it when I get home.” I turned to Justin. “Isn’t that right, darling? You do enjoy hearing me tell you, don’t you?” I smiled at Jimmy, moved Jimmy’s hand to my breast, and added, “But you’re enjoying what's happening here, now, aren’t you?"

“Yes…” Justin tried to answer.

“Not now, Justin.” I looked at Jimmy. “You were saying.”

“He said he’s never watched before, so … you want him to help; so do I. Before he takes my cock and puts it in your cunt, I want him to make sure I’m hard by putting my cock in his mouth and sucking on it. CC, that’s something you’d like to see, isn’t it?”

I sat there picturing Justin with Jimmy’s cock, and I smiled, a grin, actually. “Oh yes, that sounds delicious, Justin, don’t you agree?” I looked at Justin. 

Where is this cumming from? As I thought it, I admired the cunning pun. This is inherent in Justin's being my cuckold. This is what I was missing, but it feels right, and I’m going to have fun tonight. Just the last little treat to make tonight perfect.

I got up and pulled Jimmy up, and kissed him, saying, “Let's go to the hotel now.”

We were close enough to walk, just two blocks. Jimmy suddenly stopped and pushed me against a building, kissing me. His tongue was exploring my mouth, and then his hands were on my tits, my blouse unbuttoned, my tits showing. When he pulled his mouth loose, he said to Justin, “Tell me what my cock is going to do to your wife, Justin. Tell me and CC that you want me to. Especially tell CC.”

Justin was trembling so badly that he had to hold onto the building. “Your cock, your cock is going … I’m going to suck it to be sure it’s hard and then …”

“And then, what Justin?” Jimmy interjected.

“God, I’m going to put it in Cecelia’s cunt, her cunt, so you can fuck her. And I  want it to happen; God help me, I want to watch. I want to watch it happening."

I started to put my blouse together, but Jimmy stopped me, and we continued to the hotel, my tits exposed.. Crossing the lobby, Jimmy took control of me again, by stopping and kissing me, and putting his hand on my tit.

This is wonderful; I feel owned by a dominant man. If he tried, I’d let him fuck me right here in the lobby. I think I just realized what Justin gets from being my cuckold. It’s the humiliation. He enjoys being humiliated. He’ll do anything we want to get the thrill.

“Jimmy, let’s hurry, please. I want you; I want your cock.” 

I said that loud enough that the other people in the lobby heard me. They all turned and looked at us.

We took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and Justin let us in. 

“I start this,” Justin said. “I start by undressing you for Jimmy.” He was pale, but there was a resolute expression on his face, and the trembling had stopped.

He pulled my blouse completely open and slowly removed it, carefully hanging it up. Next came off my bra. My nipples were hard, and Justin touched them, and then he kissed them. 

This is agonizingly slow, Justin, but arousing, God. Explosively arousing. I hope you’re enjoying the humiliation.

Justin unfastened my trousers' top button and unzipped them. And he slowly helped me step out. Then my panties came down and exposed my pussy and my trimmed bush.

“Ah, Jimmy, what did you say about shaving my cunt. Justin told you he'll do it. We have everything we need in the bathroom. Do you want to watch him do it?”

I'm offering Justin to shave me for him. God, I’m not pushing him too hard, am I? He is surprising me. How much he wants this.

Justin told Jimmy, “I undressed Cecilia for you. Do you want me to undress you for her? And, I guess, uh, before I shave her?”

Jimmy hesitated before answering, “Yes, yes, and yes. Yes, I want you to shave her for me. Yes, I want you to undress me for her. And yes, I want to watch as you get her ready for me to fuck her.”

God, I can’t believe what Justin is saying. Will he do it all? He wants Jimmy to humiliate him in front of me. 

Justin led me into the bathroom and sat me on the closed toilet seat. Before he started, I told him to strip too. I wanted to see his cock. When he undressed, his cock was rigid and turning red.

He got the trimmer I brought with me and took off all the length guides. He spread my legs, and I could see that he was trembling again, and he couldn’t look at my face. 

This is wonderful, seeing Justin react like this. He’s going to go berserk when he’s putting Jimmy’s cock in me. I can see the excitement crossing over his face and the pain, knowing he’s going to be letting Jimmy fuck me. I'm going to adore this.

When he finished with the trimmer, he got some shaving cream and applied it onto my bush. It felt wonderful—the cool sensation as it hit my skin. Then he took his razor and shaved me. He went over me twice to get it completely bare, with no stubble. Then he went over me with a warm washcloth to remove all the shaving cream.

It seemed it was taking forever; I wanted to hurry and get to the next step, but I wanted to prolong Justin's agony. Watching it was absolutely wonderful.

God, I want the next step, a short session of making love, then a short fuck. We can take more time later tonight. 

I stood up, more exposed after the shave than I’d ever been in my life. Watching Justin undress Jimmy was a revelation. I’d picked exactly what I wanted. There was his firm, hard chest with lots of dark hair and just a hint of muscles, and when he finally removed his boxers, there was the final treasure I'd been hoping for, a beautiful, hard, thick cock. I’d know I'd been fucked when Jimmy was finished. 

Jimmy started with a kiss that was explosive. I felt it all the way to my core. All my muscles tightened, and I tried to bite him. His mouth moved down to my neck, where I knew he was leaving marks for Justin to see. He then pulled away so he could pay attention to my tits.

I felt the bites and the sucking of my nipples. He had to hold me up, my knees were so weak. Justin was brushed aside as he deposited me on the edge of the bed.

When he had me on the bed with his tongue on my clit, it was so erotic I couldn’t be quiet. I was moaning, telling him I wanted it harder, and leaking all over his face, and then I screamed as my first climax hit. Justin disappeared; everything disappeared except the intense orgasm.

There was a faint thought. Maybe it won’t start with a short fuck.

My legs were locked around him, so he couldn't stop eating me. “Don’t, don’t stop. Jimmy." It continued with a mantra: "Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.” A prayer that it could continue.

I have no idea how long that lasted. Five minutes? An hour? When he finally released me, I couldn’t move. Jimmy had to help me get all the way onto the bed. He had one hand caressing my pussy, my cunt. I reveled in the change from pussy to cunt. The one hand rubbing the soft skin there, the other fondling my tits with his mouth, kissing me.

When Jimmy sensed I was recovered, he moved over me with his cock. God, his wonderful cock was available to Justin. He was standing by the bed, his eyes dilated, and his face was pale. 

Jimmy said one word, that's all. “Justin?” Like that. A question.

Justin's quivering voice said, “Jim, um, Jimmy. I-I…" His voice trailed off, but then started a second time, “Jimmy, I’m giving you Cecilia to fuck, to um, fuck, screw any way you want. I’m sucking you so you're hard for her, and then God, Cecelia, I’ll put it in-in her cunt.”

I pulled Jimmy up and forced him to turn so Justin could get Jimmy’s cock in his mouth. “Put his cock in your mouth and get it ready, God, ready to fuck me. Then do it, put it in my cunt like you promised.”

I saw Justin put Jimmy’s cock in his mouth and suck on it, and then he took it out, and held it, just touching my labia lips, barely, just waiting. It was wonderful; I was going to be fucked, and Justin was getting what he wanted too, being humiliated in front of his wife. Jimmy held his cock there until I felt it push, pushing inside my cunt. That first penetration of a new cock has always been fantastic.

He started thrusting his cock, with pauses at each stroke. The pauses became shorter and shorter until he was furiously fucking me. When I came, Jimmy just kept fucking right through my second climax, and then there was one last hard thrust, and he held it there as deep as he could. I felt his cock’s contractions and then his sperm flooding. me. At that, I screamed, and I saw Justin’s face express the most contradictory set of emotions I could imagine: the anguish, humiliation, bliss, angst. How Justin could contain all those emotions simultaneously, I don’t know, but it was awesome to see.

No that wasn't the end. I can barely remember everything, but afterward, I hurt everywhere a cock could be. When Jimmy finally left that morning, Justin was exhausted, too. The emotional pain watching us, the tension, the anguish, overwhelmed him.

Later, he described the experience as incredible. I didn't have much to add. He did say he was looking forward to our next vacation. I reminded him our vacation wasn't over yet.