Craigslist Cuckold
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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“Honey, I want to try something new,” Harold said to me, while I was busy reading one of my latest erotic eBook downloads in bed.
“It’s…something a little different, a fantasy of mine I guess.”
“What?” I asked, feeling just a bit concerned at the nervous expression on his face. He really didn’t seem confident to come forward with whatever it was.
“If you don’t want to, we can just forget about it.”
“Harold, just tell me already. You know I’m pretty open about, you know, sexual stuff.”
He was staring right at me and began massaging my tired shoulders. It was nice and warm under the covers with him and we rubbed our feet together, just something that married couples often do.
“Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” He asked, with a serious expression.
“What? No, that’s ridiculous! I would never do that to you, I love you, baby.”
I was more than a bit puzzled when instead of smiling and squeezing me tightly, he adopted a slight frown. He was my husband and my friend. We did everything together. Our marriage was strong, and even though he wasn’t much of a lover, he took care of me and things around the house.
Sure, I’d seen plenty of guys out there that I would have loved to jump right on top of. What girl doesn’t have those kinds of lusty, sexy daydreams? At the end of the day though, I always go home to him. I wouldn’t want him to sleep around on me, so I didn’t do it to him.
“Are you sure?” he questioned, still looking downtrodden. “You’ve never once wanted to sleep with someone else?”
I thought about it for a second instead of just blurting out a reply. It had been years since he last gave me an orgasm. Most of the time I would rather play with my vibrator than initiate sex with him. My electronic cock got me off a hundred times better. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve changed the batteries in that thing. So, I guess I did have those thoughts. Was that what he was asking?
“Um…well, if you mean have I ever wanted to fuck someone else, I guess I have,” I answered, watching his face carefully. “But, like I said – we’re married. I wouldn’t hurt you like that.”
“It wouldn’t hurt me,” he replied, and rubbed his nice, warm hand across my thigh. “I mean, that’s basically my fantasy.”
“Your fantasy is for me to fuck some other guy?”
“Yea,” he said plainly. “That’s my fantasy.”
“Why would you want that? I would want to kick your ass if you cheated on me!”
He shook his head and looked away, still stroking his hands over my ass and thighs. I could tell this was hard for him.
“I don’t know why it turns me on so much. I guess, just the thought of you going out and letting some guy stick his big cock in you gets me going. Like being degraded or something. I figured it had been so long since we had sex that by now you would already have found someone to meet your needs, but you haven’t.”
“Do you think about this a lot?”