I have been married for 11 years. You can say that in terms of sex, I have seen it all, mostly, and with my line of business, I have certainly heard it all!

When my husband and I got married, I had every intention of doing everything to make our marriage work and for a while I took on the role of a very faithful wife intent on pleasing her husband very seriously and I certainly never though that I would end up being the cheating wife of a cuckold husband! But you know what they say: “All good things come to an end” and I would be tempter to agree with this, only that even though things did come to an end, the good things really came after.

You see, my husband had always been pre-occupied with how well he was performing his duties in bed and whilst the beginning had been laborious in terms of my own sexual satisfaction, I soon realized that there were many things I could do to help my husband get me to orgasm. The mind is a powerful aphrodisiac as I had always suspected but as my months turned into years, I was now completely reliant on my fantasies if I wanted to reach any kind of orgasm with my husband. The truth was, his own preoccupation with his virility had turned out to be oh so very real and in bed, my husband was pretty inadequate.

As is often the case in a relationship where the husband fails to satisfy his wife, my husband thought that the power he did not have in bed should be transferred to every other aspects of our lives and he soon turned into a bitch, complaining and ordering me around at every opportunity.

I tolerated his behavior and was prepared to live with it until one day he decided to start humiliating me in public. His attempts were quite subtle in the beginning, complaining about how bad a meal had turned out to be and gradually extended to his admonishing me in the most childish way.

In the years during which he never achieved to give me an orgasm, and questioning his own performance as he did constantly, he once asked me what it was that I was thinking about during sex. I had always been reluctant to say anything for fears of hurting him but one night when he had been complaining about how “sexily” I had dressed in front of his best friend and how much his own wife looked and behaved like a slut, I finally told him that his best friend who was now sitting right next to him was the object of my own fantasies during sex.

This admission had been so sudden and unexpected for me that I nearly apologized, ready to ask him for his forgiveness when I noticed that his dick was getting hard in his pants. My husband had obviously been turned on to hear that his own wife had been fantasizing about having sex with his best friend and what I said next came out as an even greater surprise to me.

“You have always asked me if you were good in bed.” I told him looking him straight in the eyes, “and the truth is, if it wasn’t for your friend’s dick which I used in most of my fantasies, I would never have come! This is how bad a lover my husband is” I ended up saying, addressing myself to his friend.

My husband’s friend was looking at me with his mouth open, not knowing what to say or how to behave and my poor husband looked equally shocked. Where I had thought I would see anger in his reaction, all I could now see was a kind of forced submission, the sign that a man has given up trying, surrendering his control to someone else.

And boy, did I take that control from him. I was furious with him and my own fury had acted as an incredible turn on for me. I could sense that I was dripping wet, and a quick glance at both men indicated that they were equally turned on.

And so I told him: “Well, I am sick and tired of dreaming about how hard your friend here can fuck me. I want to see for myself, move over from the sofa and go sit down in that chair “ I said pointing to a chair nearby, half expecting my husband to slap me all of a sudden and try to assert himself one final time.

But he didn’t try, and from then on, my husband became my own cuckold little slave and I took on the role of a cheating wife to my heart content.

Turns out that I had been right about my husband’s friend: he proved to be an excellent lover with a dick nearly twice as big as my husbands. He made me come in no time at all and unlike my cuckold hubby who could not regain an erection after orgasm, his friend never even turned soft. He stayed hard inside of me and the real fucking then started.

The life of cheating wife can be rewarding and oh so very satisfying. My husband is quite at ease now in the role of the cuckold victim and sex with him has even improved. He is still inadequate though and I am always on the lookout for well hung studs which I bring home and let fuck me whilst my husband watches.

I have noticed that he took a particular notice to my last lover deliciously long dick. Could I turn him into a little slut and force him to be fucked by some of my own lover? I wonder!!!