Want to know what it’s like to be my cuckold husband?

Cuckold, you are in a hotel suite, it’s late, dimmed lights, single candle burns just enough light to see your beautiful wife’s body.
The bed is made with dark sheets that show off her creamy white skin, large firm breasts, flushed face. Soft jazz plays, but low, barely more than a murmur beneath the anticipation, the only other sound is heavy breathing.

I look at you from the bed, smile at you, and ask you if you are sure.

“Are you really okay with this?”
“Does it hurt you, even a little?”
“Do you love me less when I give myself to someone else?”

I then go back to kissing my lover, still glancing at your face, reading your smile.
You smile — not bitter, not forced, but proud that you are the loving cuckold of a slut wife.

“No,” you say.
“I love you more when you shine like that. I want them to see what I get every day.”

So here I am again, your beautiful slut wife, getting ready for another night where you watch as I enjoy my bull,
Wearing the dress you picked.
Push up bra. Sheer panties.
Running my hands through my long blonde hair, perfume on my throat, that look in your eyes telling me you can’t wait to share me.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, adjusting my tall, curvy body in that wisp of a dress, as you sit in the arm chair behind me, watching as I give you a final twirl in stiletto heels.

I look over my shoulder, seeing you enjoy your hot wife, and I whisper softly,

Are you sure?

You nod, knowing this is what we both want, and I see no jealousy, only adoration of your slut wife.

It’s part of our arousal, I ask, but I know the answer.
Because you are already hard beneath the fabric.
Not because you, cuckold, want to stop me…
But because you wants me to go further.
You need me to share your slut wife with other men.

A knock at the door, and I kiss you, cuck, and watch as you walk to open the door.
A tall, handsome, younger man, confident, well groomed, smiling, his eyes getting hungry as he takes me in. His eyes scanning slowly up and down my curvy body.

He knows why he’s here.
They all do.
My husband doesn’t invite men who hesitate.
And this is, after all, how my cuckold husband spoils me.

I step forward, leaning my firm cleavage into him, gently smiling, as I say to my bull:

I’m Val.
I’m his wife.
But tonight, I’m yours for as long as you want me.

Cuckold, I feel you behind me, fingers tracing the small of my back, the place where you always rest your hand, reassuring. I lean onto it for a second, then taking my bull’s hand as he leads me toward our marital bed.

You watch me, Cuckold, and I see how much you love this.
It still makes me blush.
That I can be your wife… and still be offered like a gift to another man.
Not because you don’t love me—
But because my cuckold loves me enough to want me seen, craved, claimed.

My Bull sits on the bed, pulling me down beside him, as you, my cuckold husband, take it all in.
You watch as my bull touches my hair, as I shiver a little at his touch, at how hot it is to be desired.

As my bull kisses me, I tell him:
He likes it when I’m soft.
When I don’t pretend to be in control.
When I let someone else lead, and he gets to watch what I become.

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