Thanks for your very exciting and well written saga of an unfolding cuckold success story. It's a great life you two are living, and I wouldn't be too anxious about it all if I were you. Your wife sounds like she really understands you and has the right attitude (and aptitude) and sex appeal to make things stay hot for everyone, including us readers, for a long time to come. You're in an almost perfect cuckold relationship, I think, and I suspect that you haven't seen anything, yet. You're just working out the protocols and ground rules right now, and she is just getting warmed up because she is figuring this thing out much faster than you are. Like a lot of newly liberated cuckold wives, she's figured out what a good deal a cuckold's wife has . . . that you're her ticket to having an absolutely faithful and loving and supportive husband, and all the hot cock she wants on the side, and she loves you deeply for offering her that. She will repay your loyalty and gift of sexual freedom for her with years of edgy excitement and joy, and she sounds like the perfect little woman to bring you all the fresh creative surprises your poor cuckold heart and dick can handle. Your hot little wife is about to get busy with a lot more than two other men in the next few years, and both you and she are going to absolutely love the ride. My prediction is that she will find and fuck at least six men while you're working in Chicago, and she may even exceed that. . . if you're lucky.
Back when my second wife was at a similar sexual peak and about your wife's age, I was my company's leading project troubleshooter and constantly on call to go put out various fires on large domestic and international projects we had going. The domestic jobs could often be straightened out in a few days or a week or two, at most, but the international projects were much more complicated, and I sometimes got caught overseas for weeks or even months at a time. Having a hot young wife back home who loved to fuck other men sure made my travels more interesting, and my traveling so much made fucking other guys both easy and sexually necessary for her. Fortunately, I was making plenty of money, so I encouraged her not to work and just concentrate on keeping house, taking care of herself, shopping, working out, and amusing herself (and me) sexually with other men. Unfortunately, this was prior to the digital age, and we had neither the internet nor email nor digital cameras and cell phones to communicate with, and my company was so straight laced that we had to make up codes for our correspondence, mostly based around her love of cooking. Everyone in my company management team knew she was a wonderful gourmet cook, so no one was suspicious when she left phone messages like "I sure miss you, honey. I baked four of your favorite pies this week and had to give them all away because you weren't here to eat them. The one I baked Friday was one of my best ever, a thick chocolate cream pie with a huge topping of whipped cream. I know that's your favorite!" Or she'd tell me about "a really succulent fat pork roast I cooked last week and am still snacking on every day this week." I'd practically cum in my pants listening to those messages. She was so incredibly sexy and flirtatious, not to mention accomplished at fucking around on the sly, that guys hit on her constantly, especially male friends from my company when I was out of town, and it excited me so much that I just kept encouraging her to take more lovers and fuck whoever she wanted, the more the merrier as far as I was concerned. For some reason I was totally indifferent to the possible professional or societal consequences, but she wasn't and had outgrown the indiscriminate fucking stage we'd gone through when she was in her early 20s. Though I really missed that phase and had an almost limitless appetite for her sexual escapades, she had come to prefer having a comparatively small stable of reliable and interesting lovers she could fuck as frequently as she liked. At first a few of them knew about me and knew that she had my permission to fuck them, but I preferred that they not know and just think of her as their hot little piece of cheating wife pussy, largely because it kept things more exciting for everyone, I thought, but also because I really enjoyed being around her lovers later without their knowing that I knew they were fucking my wife. I particularly enjoyed her fucking guys from my company, especially guys who worked under me in my division, and her later telling me all about their sexual tastes, perversions, and skills....or lack thereof. It was a curious power play on my part to encourage her to fuck my colleagues knowing they didn't dare say anything within the company for fear of earning my wrath. Anyway, the company had a project that was getting out of hand in Algeria with huge cost overruns, relentless corruption, and government permit problems, and I got assigned to go straighten things out and ended up trapped there for more than eighteen months after the company fired the project manager. Communications weren't very good, either, and our company management was always under suspicion by the Algerian secret police of being CIA spies, so our messages got more and more cryptic and infrequent, but it was apparent after a couple of months that she was doing a hell of a lot of "baking" and "trying lots of new recipes, many of them borrowed from our friends wives." I whacked myself silly thinking about it and wondering whom among our friends she was fucking, and the best I could decipher things (we couldn't even talk openly on the rare phone calls because we were warned that the government there was tapping all of our lines) she had built her stable to eight or nine regular fucks, at least three of whom were black ("I've been experimenting with some truly delicious African recipes, three of which are definitely keepers") and five of whom were four star fucks ("I've eaten at five of the four star restaurants in Dallas since you left, and they all deserved their rating! One left me so full and satisfied that I couldn't even think of eating again for a whole day afterward!"). When I got home, I found out that by the time I had been gone five months, she was fucking eleven guys fairly regularly, none of whom knew about the others and none of whom knew about me encouraging her to do so. She didn't really explain how it happened, either, except to say that the longer I was gone the hornier she got and the more she wanted to get fucked. It just sort of evolved that it took a stable of eleven, she said, to make sure she was getting fucked every day, and getting fucked every day became her goal and sole recreational pursuit while I was gone. Again, she said, she didn't really need that much sex, but it was fun and she thought it was the least she could do for me while I was stranded in "that godforsaken desert with no excitement except what I could generate with my well fucked pussy!" Furthermore, in order to find and select a stable of eleven, she said she'd had to "try out" (fuck) more than twenty men in that first five months. That meant she was finding and fucking one new guy a week for the first five months I was gone, and the fact that she was that aggressive and successful at it while living alone in our home made me very, very proud of my little hot wife, not to mention that it made my dick so hard I practically exploded. On one memorable day in that period she actually fucked five of the guys in a ten hour period, not so much because she needed that much sex, she said, but because "that many of them happened to call me all horny on the same day and I didn't want to disappoint anyone." That day convinced her that things were getting too complicated, though, and she began to phase out some of her least favorite fucks in order to keep those she really liked happy and satisfied. It wasn't unusual, though, she said, for her to sometimes fuck two or even three of her lovers on the same day "when I got lucky and things worked out that way." Still, with natural attrition, lost interest, flakes, fakers, phonies, assholes, a few poor fucks, moves, new girlfriends, suspicious wives, etc., she had to "try out" more that 50 guys in the eighteen months I was gone in order to keep her stable full and satisfying to her. I was so proud of her that I bought her a beautiful black Cadillac convertible with my bonus money when I got home, and I loved watching her taking off for her dates in that, dressed to the nines, make up perfect, more woman than any man deserved. Even after I came home she maintained regular sexual relationships with six of those guys for a few more months and eventually lost interest in two of those. The remaining four she fucked ten or twelve times a month collectively for at least the next five years, as well as fucking the occasional stranger at my urging two or three times a month in order to keep me excited with a new "story," as we called her adventures. I would have preferred her fucking hundreds of strangers anonymously once or twice at most, as she did in our early explorations of the lifestyle, but she insisted on a safer and more satisfying, for her, stable, and I have to say that it worked just fine for both of us for many, many years. After all, she ruled, and I became totally addicted to that edgy excitement I felt when she was out fucking someone and I was left alone in our bed imagining what they were doing and stroking my poor cuckold dick. She was a lot like your wife sounds, so I hope it works for you two, as well. You're a lucky man, and she's a lucky woman, and the two of you are in for a great ride. Thanks for sharing your very exciting story.
and I am madly in love with her.
