Take Care of that Yourself

My wife was living the dream in my marriage. Married to an amazing and sexy woman. Suburban house, two kids, and the bonus? I was a cuckold. This had been my fantasy, and I loved it. First let me describe my wife and then explain what led up to her throwing a jar of Vaseline at me and telling me to look after myself, right after I had just licked her.

My wife is one of those women that is a mixture of beauty, cute, and sensuality that makes her irresistible to men, and even women. She is a short five-foot-tall bombshell with that little extra touch of curves that comes from having two kids. Her breasts are firm and large D cup breasts with big dark areola and pert nipples. She loves to dress to impress and wears classy but revealing clothes that show off her hips and her cleavage to advantage. Now add to this that she has fabulous legs that look like a dancers, and a body that when you look at you think wow. She is a woman you want to jump on. Her smile is amazing and with her long blonde hair and her blue eyes she owns any room she walks into. I have watched both men and women, stop talking and watch her walk across a room that she enters. I always knew I would be cuckolded being married to such a sexy and pretty lady as men, and sometime even women, would hit on my wife, and hit on her hard, even if I was standing right beside her. It was for me a choice I made before we even got married that I would have to accept cuckolding or chose to leave the sexiest woman ever. Being married to a woman that could be a porn star it was inevitable she would play with others. She really is one of those rare women that had it all, beauty, full kissable lips, great hips to hold onto, legs that women were jealous of, short cute, stacked, and sexy as hell. I trust this gives you a picture of my wife.

There is something special being married to such a woman. Imagine that everywhere you go from grocery shopping, getting gas, or taking her golfing men and women both hit on your wife. My wife is treated like a movie start wherever she goes. She does not realize how pretty and sexy she is. What gets me excited watching is the way she moves and carries herself with confidence, independence, and being totally unaware of the effect she has on people. It is exciting to watch and when she flirts it gets me hard every time because she really does it with complete innocence, but at the same time I know the little vixen devil inside her. Many of you reading this will not grasp the intoxication of a woman that could have anyone she wants but that wants you. Like I said above it was inevitable she could and would want to play with others. I am proud of the fact I gave her the stability, the security, and the love to know that she could step out of our marriage and what is considered normal to explore her sexuality, have some fun, knowing I was going to be there and share that fun with her.

My wife was working in a job that involved her working evenings, typically from about six to nine, however could sometimes go until midnight, which happened maybe once a week. This meant my wife had a very easy time going out for drinks, or her favorite, to a local large dance club to have some fun after work. This does not mean she was having one night stands, it was more a young mother of two having some fun out after watching the kids all day. I would come home after work and watch the kids so she could go to work. The cuckolding had been limited to one guy, or girl, at a time and usually ran about three to six months with a break between of a few months. It was more my wife and I agreeing to not be actively looking for others, but as my wife had said if it happens it happens, and she pursued what interested her. She always would tell me and always shared her adventures. So more of a hotwife with permission. I really was not interested in other women and for us, as a couple, we had decided this worked for us. Cuckolds will understand this, other men will not be able to get their heads around it.

My wife was attracted to this one guy she worked with. Now here is where things went sideways. I did not like him. I had known all her other special friends and had liked all of them. To be clear its not like there had been dozens. I think at this point in time the guy at her work was her fourth guy. Me not liking him was a problem. I told her he was just after her for a fuck and did not care, or more importantly, respect her, and that lack of respect was a big deal for me. On top of that he was married with kids. I told my wife her playing for us was agreed to but he was looking for a piece on the side and nothing else. I admonished her about getting into any sort of relationship with a married guy because she could ruin a marriage and that was not at all fair to his wife and kids. My wife however liked him and started to see him anyway. She had not yet slept with him but she was going out for drinks after work until the bars closed. A few times he dropped her off at the house at midnight and we had to drive early in the morning before I went to work to get her car from the office or the bar they had been at. That was a red flag for me and unfair. You can imagine having to get up early, get the kids up early and into car seats to drive my wife to get her car before I then had to go to work. I told her not to stop seeing him and not start anything with him. This was going sideways, as I said, and I was not happy with this new side of my wife being more dominant and independent.

One of the things we used to do at this time was play before work. After I got home, we would eat, send the kids downstairs to watch tv or play and I would clean up and then watch my wife getting ready for work. I loved watching her dress and make herself up to go out. It gave me a thrill because I knew she would be out there prancing and showing off and then come home to me. It was like a sexy game for us, one we both enjoyed. As she dressed, I would often lay on the bed, scoot over to the edge and lie on my back. My wife would stand over my face and I would lick her pussy and make her cum in my mouth before she headed to work. I loved doing that for her. A few times after she would cum she would tell me say something like "I need cock, get it in me" and then turn around bend over and I would get behind her and fuck her giving her another orgasm. Normally though I used to just eat her as leaving the house to work with a pussy full of cum she said was not fun to be in. I understood that, and as I said I loved to lick her so it was not a problem to just lick her and see her off to work. That was OK because normally when she came home she would be horny and we would make out before bed. Sex for us was usually four times a week with the odd day where it was two times in the day. As I said I had married an incredible woman.

This one night was a little different. It occurred a couple days after having had to go pick up her car from a bar, I watched her as she was dressing. She was spending a little extra time on her makeup, and she had new set of panties and bra she was putting on. My radar was saying something was going on. I kept my mouth shut because I was looking forward to licking that pussy. Sure enough as she started to get dressed, she asked me if I could look after her before she went to work because she really needed to cum. I assumed my usual position and she stood over my face. This time however she was a little more aggressive and was grinding into my mouth. I loved it and thought it was great because if she was this horny, I was getting laid later. I can't tell you how many times I would spend hours edging myself, not cum, waiting for her to get home from work. My wife continued to grind into my mouth, and she came extra hard with a yell. Wonderful and tasty as always.

She went to the bathroom to clean up, and I just laid there enjoying the afterglow of licking her. I was thinking of what I would wear later, making sure the kids were asleep and the house spotless for when she came home. I was going to get laid later tonight, or at least that was what I thought. As my wife came out of the bathroom she was holding a jar of Vaseline in her hand. She had a funny look on her face, almost like she was angry and she simply tossed the jar at me and said "Look after yourself, I am going out after work with you know who and I do not know what time I will be in. Don't bother waiting up". With that she turned, walked quickly to the door and headed out. I got off the bed and followed her saying from the hall she better not sleep with him because we had not agreed to this. The door closed and she was off. I knew she was going to fuck him and I was powerless to stop her.

I won't go into the details but my wife did not get in until two am, She had left the house with stockings on and was not wearing the stockings when she came in. She should not have driven home as she was past tipsy. I was pissed at this reckless behaviour. She had obviously fucked this guy and this was going to be an issue we would talk about in the morning. Long story short our relationship changed with this guy. My wife did see and fuck this guy. He did use her and she used him. She would not tell me anything about this relationship and so, to this day, I don't know what went on as she refused to tell me. From here my wife got more dominant, more adventurous, and less caring about our marriage. At least that was how it felt to me, but my wife sat me down and explained she wanted to be more in control. She wanted me to be a complete subby hubby. I thought being her cuckold and giving her the freedom to explore was enough but she wanted to be a domme and she wanted control. We worked on this and our relationship and our marriage continued. I will say we had some bumps in the road, but in the end having a dominant sexy wife was something that was addicting and we worked it out.

It all started when she threw that jar of Vaseline at me with a hint of contempt. In case you are wondering, yes, I did use the Vaseline that night. I did look after myself as my wife had instructed me to. The way she had looked at me when she tossed that jar towards me lying on the bed, the daring, the contempt, that abusive look turned me on. I think I jerked off three times that night thinking about her fucking that guy before she got home. It's a weird situation that cuckolds understand and regular guys cannot. Our relationship and the changes that we went through I will share in a future story. Life has been exciting with so many emotional ups and downs. I would not trade it for anything, but I will caution all the cuck wannabe's it is a hell of a ride. Be careful as things do go sideways when you least expect it.