I was in our local sex shop picking up—well, that doesn’t matter—I saw some sheets advertising a two-week seminar called CUCKOLDING 101. For women only. Each session had a topic and lasted about an hour and a half.

Tues Introduction to cuckolding.

Thurs Why do you want a cuckold relationship, and what kind?

Tues How to start: getting your husband on board and looking for a lover.

Thurs What to expect, your first time. 

The sheet included a number and time to call

I looked at it, dismissed it as ridiculous, paid for my purchase, and left. Back in my car, before leaving, I started thinking.

Phil has asked about watching me with another man a few times. Right? I have no interest in Phil watching, but… um, another man, a different cock, and different hands on me.

My tits were hard, and my vagina was moist, almost wet. These thoughts excited me. 

I jumped out of the car, went inside, grabbed a sheet, and left. At home, I noted the time was just past 6:00, and I called from the car.

A woman’s voice answered, “Hello. Can I help you?”

“Um, I’m calling about a seminar, um, do I have the right number?”

Her voice brightened up and said, “Cuckolding 101, Is that what you’re calling about? Yes, you’ve got the right number. Do you have questions?”

“I’m Laura, and who is putting the seminar on? What kind of, ah, background do you have? I guess also, why?”

“The who is easy to answer, we’re five women who’re in the lifestyle, um, cuckolding. We’re all different and all women, so we can answer most questions from your perspective. 

“Why we’re doing it is a little harder to answer because there are multiple answers, but we’re all happy with our cuckolds and would like to help guide other women, that are, or um, think they are, interested in an exciting extension to monogamous relationships.”

I called and talked to her a few more times, and I signed up. Secretly. I didn’t want Phil to know I was investigating cuckolding; I wasn’t sure I could go through with it; and if I decided I was, I wanted it to be a surprise.

Tuesday Introduction to cuckolding.

When I walked into the meeting room, there were nineteen chairs; I know because I counted. I found it hard to believe there were that many women interested in cuckolding their husbands or boyfriends. Well, I did believe there were a lot more. But women that will let it out? 

When the meeting started, all the seats were full. I knew one of the other women, Olivia. I’d met her in church, and I didn’t know her well. She had a reputation as prim and proper, so I was surprised to see her.

Bea started the meeting. I’d never thought about it, but cuckolding was only one of the ethical, nonmonogamous relationships. As Bea explained some of the other types, I could feel myself getting aroused. She explained swinging, hot wives, shared wives, and cuckolding. She chose cuckolding because it was wife-controlled. The who, when, and how was wife controlled. The husband didn’t decide.

At the bathroom break, Olivia came up to me and hesitantly asked if I’d keep her name private, not share with anyone the fact that she’d attended. When I’d assured her I wasn’t sharing with anyone that I was attending, she felt better.

Near the end, Payton, the other speaker, shared that she’d started by being a shared wife, until she took control, and started cuckolding her husband.

At the end, I caught Olivia and asked what she thought. “Well, I was interested in what Payton said at the end, um, about taking control of the shared wife scene.”

I raised my eyebrows, and she laughed, saying, “I know, I know, but it’s a lot of fun. It’s just, um…” She turned red, muttered a few more words, turned, and left. 

I overheard a few of the other women talking, and they seemed to focus on the topic of female control. 

There were nineteen women here interested enough to pay the fee. I had no idea. Olivia came because she wants to control who she fucks, not, um—what’s his name, Hayes. It sounds like she is shared, like Payton is. Yes, I’m coming, time for sure.

When I got home, I took a shower and approached Phil in my towel. I got an irresistible urge to fuck Phil. I went into the TV room and Phil was watching the Kings win against the Warriors. When the 4th quarter ended, I made my move. I kneeled beside the chair and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped them, and pulled his cock out. I stopped to admire it, and then said, 

“Bill, Phil, won’t be back for hours.” I engulfed his cock with my mouth. 

This was unprecedented, starting like this. Usually, we both started with kisses and caresses.

He’s a grower and I could feel it getting larger in my mouth, and it was incredible. I’d never taken his cock before it was aroused. 

“God, Bill, I’ve wanted to do this forever,” I said, pulling my mouth away. Bill and his wife Nancy are friends 

“Once I almost did. Remember the time Phil left us alone at your pool?” My hand stroked it and I took a suck on his cock. “We can do anything you want, and Phil won’t know. It can be our secret, okay?” I moved back to holding his cock in my mouth and tried to take even more. 

“Laurel, what… are you doing, um.” He tried to lift my head off his cock. 

I protested, “No, Bill let me.” and I got my mouth on Phil’s cock again. The next time he tried to pull me off, it was halfhearted.

I looked at Phil with a grin on my face, “I want to suck you off; unless you’re planning on fucking me, Bill, we’re alone here for hours, he won’t be back until midnight. We have time for me to do both, right?”

Phil was having trouble saying anything. “Don’t you want your cock to taste my pussy?” I hesitated, afraid to say it, afraid to use the word, until I heard my voice whispering, “You’ll be the first person to cuckold Phil!”

Phil flinched at the word cuckold before removing my towel and sucked on my tit.

I was undoing his trousers, completely releasing his cock. It was hard and getting both harder and thicker.

This worked, damn. The word cuckold didn’t stop him.

“Wow, Bill, this looks perfect; your cock is magnificent, and I can’t wait until I feel it cuckolding him.”

He undressed and kissed me all over. I laid on my back and sighed, “My clit, my clit, then my pussy. Bill.”

When he hit my clit, I erupted with my climax. And I remembered to scream “Bill, Christ yes, yes, yes.” and my voice softened. “That was incredible.”

“This is amazing. If Phil finds out what you’re doing to me, he’ll never forgive me.”

This is perfect; he’s buying into my fantasy world. Now can I get him to insist on fucking me while staying in this cuckolding world?

“Bill, touch my tits. Please, I want you touching me.”

Phil started pulling my blouse out of my skirt. 

I took one more effort to get his entire cock in my mouth, sucking desperately. He was lifting off the chair to force his cock deeper in my mouth. He stopped moving, enjoying my mouth and tongue. 

One of my hands started exploring his balls, then moved up under his shirt. 

He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, demanding more and more out of me. “Let me, Laurel, I need to, god, I need to fuck you before Phil gets back.”

This is what I want; he’s cuckolding himself, pretending to be our friend Bill. 

I held his head to me. While I was making noises to encourage what he was doing. When I could. I whispered to Phil, “I want you; please, I want your cock. C-C-Can you?”

I hesitated, and then I heard myself say, “Bill, I want you to cuckold Phil; to fuck me; I’ve wanted this. This will be my first; I’ve never done this before. I want to feel your cock, please. Hell, I want to feel your cock slipping inside me. Not my pussy, my cunt. And then don’t stop until you’ve filled it. I want your come in me, Bill. Make Phil our cuckold.”

At the word, cuckold, I felt him hesitate, and then he picked me up and carried me into our marital bedroom.

“Here Laurel, I’m going to take you on Phil’s bed; I’m going to cuckold him, right here.” He slowed down so he could get me naked, both of us naked. His cock was huge, red, and angry looking.

I reached out to him, but he resisted by moving so he could lick my cunt. 

Soon I was so aroused I was arching into him, saying, “God, Bill, you’re wonderful. I can’t believe it. Bill, Bill.”

He shifted to sucking on my clitoris, and I screamed as I came. While I recovered, Phil moved over me with his cock teasing my cunt. 

“I’m going to finish cuckolding. Phil. Are you going to tell him what we’ve done?”

I could barely speak, but I was able to say, “I won’t if you don’t want me to.” Hesitating, “Please, take me slowly, Bill. I want to savor the sensation as you penetrate my cunt, as your cock penetrates me.”

He teased me, just touching my cunt and pulling back, then pushing in incrementally. It was driving me insane until I had to lift myself and force him completely in. When he seated his cock, I gave a huge sigh of pleasure. 

Then he started pounding me. I was responding by moving to increase the speed until I felt him tense and give one last thrust and held it, pushing in as hard as he could.

“Oh Bill, that was as exciting as I’d hoped. "

If role-playing turns him on like this, will a real cuckolding be even more? I can't imagine what that would be like. That seminar might be just what I need to find out.

I cuddled up against Phil with his hands cupping my breasts. I sighed, and said, “That was memorable, dear. My God, it was." 

Thursday Why do you want a 

cuckold relationship, and what kind?

When I read the outline, I wasn’t sure why they thought this was important. Why? Because you want to fuck around. End of story. What kind? Cuckolding is cuckolding, right? 

This session was enlightening to me. Because I had no idea there were so many answers, I’d almost skipped this session. I was glad I hadn’t. I guess if I’d paid attention to Olivia, I might have known there were a lot of reasons.

Edith, a new speaker, talked about wanting, needing to be fucked hard. Her husband made love to her, but she wanted someone that would, could, just screw her. 

That was the word she used, “Screw her.” She made it clear what she meant. Hard, forceful, fucking that left her breathless. When she went home to her husband, he could see what’d happened to her body. 

As they were going over the more common differences, I kept checking them off as yes, maybe, no, and hell no.

What happens can change over time, but sometimes it's difficult to change.

When they opened the meeting up to discussion from the attendees, they tried to get some feedback from all of us. Olivia was first, and she was explicit. Her husband was sharing her, and she wanted control over her sex partners. Under questioning, she admitted she really wanted to shift their sex away from her husband’s control, to Olivia’s control.

They asked her to stay later, and they’d try to help her.

When it was my turn, I was trying to understand myself; I admitted I’d never thought about a lot of possibilities. My mind was in a whirl, thinking about what they’d shared. I suspect I confused everyone.

I had a lot to think about on the way home; at least I had the weekend to think. But first, I was so horny, I couldn’t wait to get to Phil.

When I got home, I walked in, kissed Phil, and took a shower. I put on some scented lotion and a sexy peignoir nightgown. It was a long see-through nightgown, crimson red and with slits up to my upper thigh. We’d bought it on our last vacation in San Francisco and I’d worn it only once. 

I went into the TV room and greeted him by saying, “Hi Alden.” That’s the name of a shy, quiet guy we knew. I sat on the arm of Phil’s chair, and continued, “Um, you know that Phil’s out of town, don’t you?” 

He looked at me for a second, and then replied, “Ah, yes.” With a question mark at the end. “Yes, he is." 

He approached me saying, “Philip won’t be back until tomorrow? You’re sure, Laura? I guess I knew; that’s why I dropped by. That peignoir, is that for me, um, to admire? Ha, or for me to take off.” 

He stepped closer. “If you promise not to tell Phil; I think you’re beautiful in your nightgown, but Laura, you'd be better without it.”

Phil seems even more into pretend cuckolding today. Is this our entry into real cuckolding? It sure seems it can be one way. How far can I push Phil?

“Oh, Alden.” I started undressing him and when I had his trousers off, he was ready to fuck me. Huge, hard, and leaking. 

Tuesday How to start: getting your husband 

on board and looking for a lover.

Dana and Bea were our speakers and Dana started by asking us, one by one. We’re trying to find out if your husband has ever talked about adding sex partners to your sex relationship. When she got to me; I told her my reaction when Phil wanted to add a woman, and then that he’d commented about cuckolding and that was why I was here.

Three or four had husbands who wanted to watch their wives fuck someone. Two of the women had husbands that talked about adding both at different times; five only discussed women. 

I guess the rest of the wives would bring it up cold if they ever did. 

Roleplaying is one of the more common techniques to ease the way.

Choosing your first lover is easy; just pick someone you want to fuck. Right? Simple. Well, I’d learned last meeting that it might not be as simple as I thought.

“If this is something you’re deciding to do, choosing your lover, your inamorato, your paramour, or your bull, whatever term you’re comfortable using, becomes crucial.” 

Bea, from our first meeting, started. “We’ve talked about the kind of relationship, cuckold relationship; well, the person chosen, especially at first, often determines your success.”

Then she talked about lovers she’d had. By this time, she was explicit about the good, great, and bad lovers she’d had and how she and Carter reacted to them. 

Leaving, I wanted to think about my first lover. Just thinking the word lover made me aroused. I stopped off at The Coffee Being and thought.

I’ve gone through three of the sessions about cuckolding, read about it, and fucked Phil role-playing it; now what do I do?

If I’m going through with it, 

when I got home Phil had left a note that he’d gone over to Nolan's house to watch a Kings game. 

His hand reached out and touched me, my tits; and then he stopped, hesitating. I could see he was thinking, trying to decide.

I knew when he made his mind up. Because he became more aggressive. His touch changed to him, pulling me closer and turning me around, so his hands were on my tits, cupping them.

He growled at me, “This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, Laura.”

That created shivers all over me, and I whispered one word, “Alden?” With a question mark.

“I’ve wanted to fuck Phil’s wife, and now I’m going to do it.” He closed his eyes before he continued, “I’m going to fuck you now, Laura. God, I’m going to c-cuckold Phil.” He hesitated again, before continuing, “We’re going to cuckold Phil, aren’t we? I’m going to,God…”

This is what I wanted; next time, after our last meeting on Thursday, I’m going to do it. I just need to decide on my first lover. 

“Tell me, you want to cuckold Phil. You want me to—Yes, you want my cock in your…” He couldn’t get it out, the word cunt, pussy, or even vagina. 

He couldn’t say the word, but his cock still knew what to do; it went right in my pussy and he was fucking me. Shocking me, I saw tears in his eyes as he came.

We lay there holding each other after kissing each other until we fell asleep.

Thurs What to expect, your first time. 

This last meeting was largely talking about emotions brought on by the first-time cuckolding. They spent more time on the husband's angst than on ours. 

We were down to sixteen at the last meeting, and most of us met for coffee afterwards.

We shared numbers and names, so we could share stories. ,

When I got home, Phil was sitting in his chair waiting for me. He handed me the Cuckolding 101 flyer I’d lost and said, "Well, are you going to, or not?”