The Cucking Light...
All credit to 'Adacal' for giving us the idea...
The Cucking LightâŚ
As we progressed through this exciting erotic journey we reached the stage where my wife was either being taken out by her bull without me, or going alone to his flat to enjoy their time together.
With this development, as at with the onset of our cucking adventure, we decided it would be enjoyable to enhance the experience further for us both by adding some little details particular to the preparations we made for her trysts away with Rory.
When he had begun to join us at our home, we had done this enhancement by her insisting on my buying underwear and lingerie especially for her to wear on the occasions he came to fuck her. I would also be asked help her prepare herself on the day, shaving her pussy, painting her nails, agreeing on her choice of outfit, and tidying and readying the room in which they were to make love. Much of this of course, I could still be expected to do prior to her evenings spent away with Rory. My wife felt however, that during her time with him, it would excite her if I could still be kept somehow aware of just where she was, who she was with, and indeed, what she was doing on her night out without me.
After a little research on internet cuckolding sites she gleaned a few ideas from what others were doing in this way. One of the practises she decided to utilise was âThe Cucking Lightâ. Knowing it would be my habit to sit and read whilst she was with Rory, she set up in our lounge, by my chair, one of our small bedroom table lamps â a delicate thing with a multi-coloured glass shade â into which she put a low wattage amber bulb. This she said, was never to be switched on ordinarily but was only to be turned on for the entire duration of the time she was away in the arms of her lover. Alongside this she put a small candle type oil burning room scenter to fragrance the room â again only to be used during her nights out. This would mean that, sitting at my book, I would be continually reminded by the light and the smell of just where she was - and of course, what she was up to. She also purchased for me a bottle of the same brand of cologne that Rory uses (I never wear any at all!) and this she sees to it that I apply to myself as I help her dress for her evening to come. Another of her teasing innovations with which to assail my senses during her absence (though we havenât actually done this one yet) is to have me prepare a long compilation of cuck themed songs (âRuby donât take your love to townâ, âTorn between two loversâ etc.) to play quietly in a recurring loop during my time sat alone awaiting her return. As I sit reading, I am always to keep my tablet at hand. This is so I instantly receive the photos taken as the two of them take their pleasure. She will always ask Rory to send them from his phone as she knows allowing him to treat me in this way will intensely increase his arousal with her. She realises this because during the times I have been present in our home at their love-making, if she gasped in his ear during a clinch âmake him put you in me!â or some such like instruction, she would feel his hard-on palpably stiffen with excitement as he was asked to dominate me in this way in front of her â my own wife.
By sight, sound, and also smell, she determines to erotically immerse me in her wanton infidelity - and it works! I only have to get the slightest whiff of that âcuckâ cologne and I find myself beginning to get hard.
Upon her return home to me, with the smell of the oil-burner and of the cologne in my nose, and by the light of âThe Cucking Lightâ, she allows me to fondle and play with her still wet quim, shows me the video footage she and Rory have taken of their fun, and then watches amusedly as I furiously masturbate my yearning prick off to it.
Then she turns off the lamp (until the next time) and we retire to bed.
The Cucking LightâŚ
As we progressed through this exciting erotic journey we reached the stage where my wife was either being taken out by her bull without me, or going alone to his flat to enjoy their time together.
With this development, as at with the onset of our cucking adventure, we decided it would be enjoyable to enhance the experience further for us both by adding some little details particular to the preparations we made for her trysts away with Rory.
When he had begun to join us at our home, we had done this enhancement by her insisting on my buying underwear and lingerie especially for her to wear on the occasions he came to fuck her. I would also be asked help her prepare herself on the day, shaving her pussy, painting her nails, agreeing on her choice of outfit, and tidying and readying the room in which they were to make love. Much of this of course, I could still be expected to do prior to her evenings spent away with Rory. My wife felt however, that during her time with him, it would excite her if I could still be kept somehow aware of just where she was, who she was with, and indeed, what she was doing on her night out without me.
After a little research on internet cuckolding sites she gleaned a few ideas from what others were doing in this way. One of the practises she decided to utilise was âThe Cucking Lightâ. Knowing it would be my habit to sit and read whilst she was with Rory, she set up in our lounge, by my chair, one of our small bedroom table lamps â a delicate thing with a multi-coloured glass shade â into which she put a low wattage amber bulb. This she said, was never to be switched on ordinarily but was only to be turned on for the entire duration of the time she was away in the arms of her lover. Alongside this she put a small candle type oil burning room scenter to fragrance the room â again only to be used during her nights out. This would mean that, sitting at my book, I would be continually reminded by the light and the smell of just where she was - and of course, what she was up to. She also purchased for me a bottle of the same brand of cologne that Rory uses (I never wear any at all!) and this she sees to it that I apply to myself as I help her dress for her evening to come. Another of her teasing innovations with which to assail my senses during her absence (though we havenât actually done this one yet) is to have me prepare a long compilation of cuck themed songs (âRuby donât take your love to townâ, âTorn between two loversâ etc.) to play quietly in a recurring loop during my time sat alone awaiting her return. As I sit reading, I am always to keep my tablet at hand. This is so I instantly receive the photos taken as the two of them take their pleasure. She will always ask Rory to send them from his phone as she knows allowing him to treat me in this way will intensely increase his arousal with her. She realises this because during the times I have been present in our home at their love-making, if she gasped in his ear during a clinch âmake him put you in me!â or some such like instruction, she would feel his hard-on palpably stiffen with excitement as he was asked to dominate me in this way in front of her â my own wife.
By sight, sound, and also smell, she determines to erotically immerse me in her wanton infidelity - and it works! I only have to get the slightest whiff of that âcuckâ cologne and I find myself beginning to get hard.
Upon her return home to me, with the smell of the oil-burner and of the cologne in my nose, and by the light of âThe Cucking Lightâ, she allows me to fondle and play with her still wet quim, shows me the video footage she and Rory have taken of their fun, and then watches amusedly as I furiously masturbate my yearning prick off to it.
Then she turns off the lamp (until the next time) and we retire to bed.
4 years ago
