My wife and her boyfriend went on their first official date out last night. She was tired of having to be stuck in our bedroom the entire time they were together. It was nice fucking him, she said she loved that, but at the same time she wanted to go out and mingle and be in public. Fucking is fun but when its all you do for three hours, four nights a week it gets a little stale.
At this point the only time they could go out was at parties with the other black guys and white women because nobody my wife knew would be there that she would still be shy about explaining our situation. So, like a good cuck, I suggested we go into Halifax and see a movie. I would go see something else and drive, since neither of them are able to, and they could go see a movie alone on their first official date out. She loved the idea and it was set in motion a couple of weeks ago.
We picked him up after work and headed right to the movie. She was nervous because it was her first time alone with him out in public. The parties are different because she’s had a lot to drink by the time they get there and she doesn’t care about anything at that point. Without alcohol her mind is running and she’s worrying that she isn’t as hot as he is, which is ridiculous.
The first exciting thing, for me, to happen was when she got in the backseat with him. She was in the front at first but I had to run in to print our tickets off and when I got back in the car she was in the back and the windows were fogged up. They were making out, heavily, while waiting for me. I was instantly hard.
The hour drive they talked and she giggled. I caught a few glimpses of them kissing. I heard the smack of their lips. I saw her lean her head on his shoulder for long stretches. It was incredibly hot.
When we got to the theater we split up. She didn’t want me going with them, which made complete sense. Mine ended first and I stood waiting for them for about twenty minutes. When they finally came out I got really hard again. They were walking down the hallway like a normal couple. She was holding his hand and smiling at him. Their fingers were laced together and they were talking and laughing. It was so fucking hot. I felt like a voyeur.
They got in the backseat again together. She fell asleep on him after some more talking and giggling. I was their chauffeur for their night out together. I felt like the best cuckold ever.
We dropped him off around 130 am. We got home close to 2 am. She slipped into bed and after doing a couple of things I did as well. I was so hard and so turned on I wanted to cum. I pressed her knee into my hard cock and it just got harder. She turned away from me and I spooned right up against her. My thigh split her legs and I pulled her ass cheeks apart so my leg would be right up against her wet cunt.
I was a pathetic, whimpering loser. I was grinding my hips against her ass and thigh. My tiny little hard dicklet was pushing into her and a cascade of moans and whimpers were pouring out of my mouth. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum so bad. I wanted to cum on her ass. I wanted to suck on her tits while I jerked off.
There was even a weak part of me that wanted to fuck her. The strength of being a cuckold was powerful but my cock still has a little bit of life in it. It’s still confused about wanting to cum and wanting to know what the inside of a pussy feels like again.
I jerked off to that the other day. Imagining her stroking my little dick and telling me that I’ll never know what it feels like to have my cock inside a pussy again. That warm, wet cunt and how sliding in feels so good. I thought of her lazily stroking me as usual. A very half-assed effort so it didn’t even feel that good but the words drew me further and further. That I’ll never fuck a woman again. That I never really did because she just laid there and didn’t do anything. She grabs his cock with her cunt and holds onto it and he fills her with cum. I came so fucking hard to those thoughts.
I wanted to fuck her. I was grinding my hips and cock into her. But my boxer briefs were still on. I didn’t say anything except, “I want to suck on your tits.”
Eventually I stopped. I rolled over and it was 230 am. I didn’t want to piss her off and ruin the whole experience. It was a perfect frustrating night of no cumming and her enjoying herself. It was a night ever cuckold dreams of and I was happy letting it end just like that.