It was in Dallas that I first experienced a true submissive cuckold. I was a manager in a fairly large company and was visiting a specialist machine manufacturer to see if their equipment was suitable. After a fairly long day, the manufacturer’s sales rep, a young woman called Sandra, suggested we go to a bar and then on to dinner before I return to my hotel.
Sandra was a nice looking woman, blonde with blue eyes, medium build, good bust, long legs. She had a sparkle in her eye, a good sense of humour, and was quite tactile. I was only too happy to spend the evening with her. She selected the venues and then called a taxi.
The bar was quite full, but we managed to find an empty booth. We sat down and ordered a pitcher of margaritas. We talked at first about the day and the machinery, but soon moved on to non-work subjects.
She asked me about my wife and kids and told me about her husband (they didn’t have any kids). She asked what it was like to travel so far away from home and be away for such a long time. I replied that I didn’t like it but had no choice as the job required it.
By now the pitcher was almost empty and I could feel the alcohol going to my head. I should have suggested we move but instead, when the waitress arrived I ordered another pitcher. So we carried on drinking and talking.
Sandra was by now becoming much more touchy-feely, touching my arms, my hands, and sometimes my face. I could feel her legs against mine, with her foot sometimes rubbing mine and then the bottom of my leg. I enjoyed the attention and started to get aroused.
I asked if it was a problem that she was out for the evening without her husband. She said that he was okay with it. I found that strange and asked why. She was hesitant to reply, but I pushed a bit further asking whether he wasn’t concerned that she would be having dinner with a man while he was at home. Her reply was surprising.
“No,” she said, “he likes it when other men find me attractive and hit on me.”
I could see that this could prove to be a very interesting evening. I’ve been with cuckold couples before and this sounded like a classic cuckold couple.
I took her hand and stroked it, and said, “So what are you going to tell him about tonight? What do you want to tell him about tonight?”
She squirmed a little and said, “That depends on what happens."
Well, my cock was by now bloody hard and straining uncomfortably in my pants. It was definitely going to need some attention.
“Why don’t we have dinner at my hotel,” I said “it’s not far and the restaurant is pretty good,” knowing that we would probably never get to it.
“Great idea,” she replied, “let me cancel the other reservation then let’s get going.”
I paid for the drinks while she was cancelling and ordering a taxi, then escorted her to the street. The cab arrived quite quickly and, after ten minutes, dropped us at my hotel.
I paid the driver then took her hand and led her into an elevator and we went up to my room, which was a junior suite and had a sofa, two chairs, and a table as well as a desk.
Once we were inside, I asked her whether she’d like a glass of wine. She said she would and, while I was getting that, she sat down on the sofa. I poured two glasses and sat down next to her before turning to her and kissing her gently. She kissed me back enthusiastically, her lips parted and her tongue in my mouth.
I felt her back, stroking her shoulders and arms before moving lower and stroking her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, so I felt the inside of her thighs before moving a hand to feel her stomach. Our kiss never stopped, we just continued kissing all the time.
Then I moved my hands over her breasts, stroking them through her blouse before moving down and rubbing her stomach again. I untucked the bottom of her blouse and felt the bare skin at the bottom of her back, rubbing it gently before moving round to the front to rub her flat stomach.
I was enjoying making love with this woman. She obviously liked it and responded enthusiastically. She was touching my thighs, my groin, my stomach. She put her hand under my shirt and played with my nipples. She played with the hair on my stomach. Her hand moved over my trousers and sometimes brushed against my cock, which was by now like a rod of iron.
We carried on kissing and touching like that for a long time, then I undid the buttons on her blouse and felt her breasts through her bra. They felt incredibly firm with big nipples that stood out hard against the material of her bra. I felt her move her legs, swinging her thighs in and out.
I took off her bra and bent down to lick her nipples, first around them then over the top, nipping them with my lips then sucking them in and playing with them with my tongue.
At the same time, I stroked the inside of her thighs, gradually moving up until I felt her slit through her panties, which were really wet. I could feel the outline of her labia and after stroking those gently parted them with my fingers through her panties.
Sandra was bucking her hips now, thrusting against my hand and making noises. She reached down and undid the zip of my trousers. She touched my cock through my boxers, feeling its width then tracing its length. Then she undid the buttons on my boxers and took it out.