Three cuckolding fantasies from the last week

Three short cuckold fantasies, inspired by real-life experiences over the last week.

Part of being a cuckold, for me at least, is not being able to stop myself taking real situations and finding a cuckold spin on them. Sexual situations spring unbidden into my mind, and I immediately centre my mistress in them.

Here’s three that have happened in the last week or so.

The nightdress

While throwing together outfits for a Halloween party, my wife decided my outfit needed a cravat of some sort. Having nothing to had that would work, we took one of her old burgundy nightdresses, and pressed it into service.

And my brain went to work on that. Ah, if only that was a used nightdress, the satin smoothness of it wrapping her body as her bull fucked her hard and long. During their frantic sex, it gained their co-mingled sweat and juices. After the date, she brought it home, and now she makes me wear it out, as a cravat, as a scarf. However I wear it, it reminds me of her joyous infidelities, and my truly cuckold status.

The taunting

While travelling home on the train, my attention was caught by a tall, attractive woman wearing a short leather skirt, ankle boots and a loose-fitting blouse tucked into the skirt. As is normal for me, while I enjoyed the view, there was nothing sexual in it until I imagined my wife in a similar outfit on a night out. That pleasant little imagining would have been enough, but then it developed a new twist.

We were all kicked off our train, and asked to wait for a new one. The rain was tipping down, so many of us sheltered on the stairs, which were covered. And near me were this woman — and her partner. And the two of them were flirting and touching, and suddenly, I was lost in another fantasy.

My wife and her bull, flirting and touching while waiting for the train to the local town, for a night out followed by a steamy night in a hotel. She had engineered it so that I was on the same train, the same carriage, able to see what she was doing, without her bull being aware. She would not, of course, acknowledge me, but she might catch my eye from time to time…

The dancer

My wife is a skilled dancer, and indeed was so long before I met her. Some of my earliest cuckold-adjacent feelings about her came when I watched her dancing with others at dance classes. I was, of course, in the beginner’s group, while she was in the more advanced group.

And now I dream of her taking nights away all over the country, joining in a night’s dancing at an event. She walks in, dressed to the nines, and the eyes of all the unattached men, and a few of the attached ones, too, are on her.

After a night of close dancing, she chooses her lover for the night, and then disappears, her lust for dance and cock sated after a weekend away. And I wait to hear of her latest adventure.

The Big Question

Which of these fantasies should I share with my wife first? Which do you think she will be most likely to make come true?