Chapter 1: Opening Image
Brenda was a striking redhead with tight curly hair and a mix of Asian and Scottish features. She was a petite beauty with firm C-cup breasts, a high firm ass, shapely legs, and petite feet. Her red hair and caramel colored skin earned her plenty of looks from other men.
Brenda had been married to Gene for 6 years. In the early years, they had sex at least once a day and it seemed like Gene couldn't get enough of her. Lately, their sex life was deteriorating. Gene didn't seem to initiate sex very often and when they did have sex, it took a long time for him to reach orgasm.
Brenda had been harboring a growing suspicion for quite some time now, a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that refused to be ignored. She had been noticing subtle changes in Gene's behavior, changes that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She suspected Gene might be having an affair.
Gene worked as a lawyer in an office downtown, and Brenda worked out of the home as an interior designer for high end homes. She was often home alone while Gene was at work and her suspicions got the best of her.
She went into Gene's office and started looking around. She spied a small black book and opened it. Inside, she found what looked to be usernames and passwords for various sites including Literotica, and Imagefap.
She went to her computer and opened Gene's literotica account. As she explored the website full of erotic stories, she noticed Gene's favorite stories list and started going through them. She was shocked to see that he was fascinated with cuckold and hotwife fantasies where the man watched his wife have sex with other men.
It seemed Gene had been fantasizing about being cucked by different men and in various settings for a long time.
Brenda was first appalled at the thought of Gene watching these stories and jacking off to them. As she read more and more of the stories, she started to feel something else. Her pussy started to get warm as she imagined Gene reacting to another man's cock inside her. The more she read, the more turned on she became.
She began to think.
Brenda was no prude. She believed that everyone had their kinks and fetishes, but this was a new level of excitement for her. The thought of Gene watching her having sex with another man was so naughty and thrilling that she couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement.
Brenda went back to Gene's office and searched further. She found a folder labeled "Favorites" with screenshots of various videos from Imagefap of cuckold and hotwife fantasies.
As she went through the images, she could see Gene's fascination with the idea of another man's cock filling her pussy. She saw Gene had been creating "captions" by adding text to pictures he found on the site. These captions were incredibly revealing of his fantasies. It seemed that he fantasized about being humiliated and abused while his wife fucked other men.
One image had a caption "My wife rides a fat black stranger's cock while I beg for mercy". Another caption showed a woman with cum dripping out of her pussy saying "Suck up a real man's cum, cucky"
and a third showed a man holding his wife's thong in his mouth while she pulled on her lover's cock.
Brenda couldn't help but feel her pussy tingle despite the shock she was feeling. She had never considered the possibility of Gene wanting to indulge his cuckold fantasies, but the idea of him watching her fuck another man was tantalizing and tantalizing.
Brenda made a decision. She knew she had to talk to Gene about it. She was tired of the waning sex life they had been experiencing.
The thought of Gene being turned on by another man's cock inside her was a new and exciting proposition. Brenda had been quite the slut in college and she loved fucking a lot of men, particularly men with big cocks. She had put all that life behind her when she met Gene, but she missed the excitement of a new man and the attention they paid to her.
A part of her that she had kept locked away had always wished for that kind of thrill again.
After gathering her thoughts, Brenda decided to approach Gene that evening when he got home from work. She sat on their ivory leather couch and waited for him to come home. When the front door opened, she greeted him with a smile.
"Hey sweetheart," Gene said as he entered the house, setting his briefcase down on the entryway table.
"Hi, do you have time to talk?" Brenda asked.
Gene furrowed his brow.
"Sure, what's up?" he asked as he sat down next to her on the couch.