The Good Wife, Part 1 mild fsub, MF, MMF, cuckold.  By BRob 

Margaret had known for years about her husbands desires.  Her upbringing and background refused to allow her to be the person he wanted.

You see, he wanted her to find a way to be more sexually adventurous, more free, sometimes she thought he just wanted her to actually be a slut, though that was a word he would  never use.  

Margaret had worked all her life to be a good person.  She never wanted to be one of "those girls."  In high school she distanced herself from the girls who were known to give favors to the boys.  She was a good girl.

She had gone to college and soon afterward she married Ken, the man of her dreams.  He was 10 years her senior, very handsome, very successful.  She didn't even have to work if she didn't want to, they had a nice house, truly a blessed life.

The only problem was his desire for more from her sexually.  She had adapted well enough to his near constant need for sex.  She even learned to enjoy it, though as much as he did.  She became adept at oral sex, something that took her some getting used to, but that he insisted on.  

Ken was constantly buying her sexy lingerie and clothing.  The lingerie was nice, she wore it almost all the time, as she had come accustomed to his wanting her on a whim.  The clothing was a bit more difficult for her.  It was much more revealing than her upbringing would generally allow, but she would do her best to accommodate him.  

He was a bit of an overbearing man.  He had a way of getting his way.  It had served him well in business.  She did love him, and he was very good to her.  She would have to do better to keep him happy.  After 5 years of marriage Margaret was afraid he would go elsewhere if she didn't, lately she had sensed he was losing interest.

On their anniversary,  he bought her new lingerie as usual.  It was very beautiful, and she put it on underneath one of the dresses he loved to see her in.  At 27 she still had a great figure, high breasts, and shapely legs.  They were going out to dinner, then some dancing later no doubt.  At dinner she gave him her gift.  It was a hand-made card.  It was something she had thought long and hard about it.  

The previous month she had gone to one of the top boudoir  photographers in town and had a photo shoot with him.   She included these photos with the card.  In the card she had written;  "You are the love of my life, redemption of this card entitles you to a full day of my doing whatever you please.  I will become a woman who will not question your will, or your desires,  my gift to you with this card is only to give you every pleasure I can for a whole day.  Love, Margaret"

She was nervous as a cat when she gave him the card.  They were at dinner.  She wasn't sure what he'd think of the photos, or the card.  She shouldn't have worried.

He was thumbing through the photos, a big smile on his face.  She thought they were pretty good, very  tasteful, but very sexy at the same time.  He called the waiter over, telling him it was their anniversary he asked for a bottle of very expensive wine.  She was sure the waiter was eying the photos too.  He gave her a wink as he turned to leave.  

"Oh Margaret"  he began, "this is wonderful.  We are going to have some fun with this.  Next weekend we are going to the coast, that's when I'm going to use my little card here.  Now tell me about having these pictures made.."

That had been last weekend, now it was Friday, they had just checked into a very nice motel with a room overlooking the harbor marina.  Tomorrow was to be the day.  She was regretting the card, and then she wasn't either.  She couldn't explain it, but in a way she was looking forward to this.  

They went out for dinner that night, her husband was as gracious as he ever had been.  He was caring and attentive.  He was in the best of moods.  They had made love that night.  Truly made love, something she hadn't really felt in a long time.

She lay in bed in the morning, full of trepidation, and of anticipation.  She knew today was the day.  She woke early, finding Ken gone, he had left a note.  "Back at 10:00am, our day will start then."

She was glad she had a little time before the day  began.  She took a long bath and completely shaved herself - something she had never done before.  She had to admit it was pretty sexy when she checked it out in the mirror, and felt so smooth and naughty.  She had no idea what to wear.  Since everything was casual on the coast, she chose to keep her hair in a ponytail, with a sundress (some of his favorite lingerie underneath) and sandals.    

At 10:00 on the dot he came into the room.  

He came to her, kissing her passionately.  "Maggie, I'm so glad to have you spending the day with me today.  You look wonderful,  turn for me."

This caught her off guard.  He had always called her Margaret before. Maggie, she hadn't been called that since sometime in grade school.  Regardless, she did as asked, turning, letting him take a look at her.  

She felt his eyes on her, hungry eyes that she knew very well.  "Very nice" he says.

"Now, just to make sure our arrangement is clear Maggie.  Your services are mine for the day.  You will not question anything I ask you to do.  You will not hesitate.  This is our arrangement, correct?"

"This is really happening" she thought.  While she had no doubts he would come up with all sorts of things for her on this day. He was upping the ante a bit.   Heck it was like it wasn't Margaret his wife that he had for the day, but some hooker.  A hooker named "Maggie."

She was almost offended, but she had to admit she was the one to come up with this idea,  she had given him that card last week.  

"Yes"   I replied, "you are correct.  I'm yours for the day"

With that he hugged her again, and gave her a big kiss.  Perhaps her fears were for naught?       

"Lets go," he says, "but first take off your bra."

Realizing she had no choice, she went into the bedroom and did as he asked.  Now Margaret wished she had chosen a different dress.  This one was thin with spaghetti straps.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very obviously braless.  She didn't need the support, they were still high and firm.  She resigned myself, and stepped back to his inspection, moving to his side to take his arm as we walked out.  He was very obviously pleased with himself, and her.   "I can do this,"  Margaret thought to herself, it's just one day.


"Maggie" was wearing dark glasses, and trying not to notice the attention she was getting as we walked down the boardwalk.  Try as she may, she did notice.  Just about every man, and boy for that matter, checked out her breasts.  Some tried not to be noticed, others flat out stared.  Women looked at her like she was some evil vixen, most did anyway, she was surprised to note several of the women were eying her appreciatively as well.

They sat on a bench, with lots of foot traffic going by, she was sure he wanted her on display.  

"So Maggie" he began, "Margaret tells me you are quite the hottie and really don't have any limits."  

I wasn't sure how to respond to this.  He was acting as if she was a different person.    Margaret got to thinking about this.  She was a different person at that.  She was away from home, out with a man who obviously liked his girls a bit on the loose side, and she was sitting there in a white sundress, with her dark nipples showing through for anyone who cared to look.

"Try me"  I replied, calling his bluff, but she was trembling a bit inside as she said it.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear.

"Ooh, I'd like nothing more, but I wouldn't want you to get arrested out here.  After all there are children around." Maggie replied

"Two can play at this game." she thought, but at the same time seriously unsure what she'd gotten herself into.

He took her hand, leading me around towards the wharf.  Out on the commercial dock, around beside a big ship.  Open water out towards the bay, but shielded from those on shore by the ship.  

Again, surprising herself, she stopped and turned to him, running her hand up to cup him.  She glanced around, then unzipped his khakis, she sat on a big pile of rope and pulled him into her mouth.  

"This won't take long."  She thought and began sucking the way he had taught her.  

He had other ideas.  "Rub it over your face Maggie, you little slut."  

She was humiliated by his words, but she did as he asked.  It felt so naughty.  Out here in broad daylight.  

"Take out your tits."  

Pulling the straps down over her arms, she pulled the dress down.  Her nipples dark and hard came into the light.  Maggie rubbed his cock all over them, then slapped it against them the way she knew he liked.  It felt delicious!  And he was loving it!  Then without warning he came, she took it all on her chest, on her breasts.

He stepped back, putting himself away.  Maggie reached for a tissue in her bag.  

"No, rub it in Maggie."  

She looked at him, hesitated for a beat,  then began to do as he asked.  She could feel the morning the sun beating down, feel it baking it into her skin as she rubbed it in. 

He took her picture with his phone.  She began to protest.  He just looked at her.  No limits.  Damn him.

Maggie pulled up her dress, adjusting herself, and heard a round of applause, two men were above them on the deck of the ship, they watched the whole thing.  She was red as a beet she was sure.  The were talking to them, yelling down, but it was in some language she didn't even recognize.  

"That was humiliating" she thought.  But she also could feel the excitement between her legs.  



They sat down at a little outdoor French café.  Coffee and pastries.  They sat there, in the sun.  Maggie could  still feel the heat on her breasts, could smell him, his cum.  In her mind everyone could smell it, the sex..  But she knew that was just her imagination.

She couldn't help but smile as Ken reached up, wiping a bit of pastry cream from her lip and holding it for her to lick off of his finger.  If all these people around us only knew she was thinking.  She had to admit, it was a bit of a thrill.

He began talking, telling her how incredible she was, how proud he was.  She was properly flattered then realized he was talking about Maggie, not Margaret.  Or was that the same? She was getting confused.

"Maggie, you are quite a girl," he went on, "my wife..."

He was talking to her as if Margaret wasn't even there.  Her head was reeling.  Who the hell did he think this was that just went with him out on that dock?

"...she just doesn't understand."  He continued.  "She is the sexiest, most incredible girl I've ever known, but she has this hangup about appearances."  

Margaret  was listening now, he was confiding in her, in Maggie actually.

"I would never think poorly of her, I want her to be comfortable in being the hot sexy person she is, comfortable knowing I will never think any less of her for anything she ever does."

"She sounds like a very lucky girl, what is it you really want her to be?"  she prompted, getting into this role.

"I want her to be comfortable in her skin, I want her to learn to appreciate the attention of others, I want her to.."  and he hesitated here, "well, I want watch her being more like you Maggie."

This still wasn't telling her all she wanted to know, but it was a start.  And something worth investigating.   And something was telling her this might reveal itself more as the day wore on.  She was thinking to herself that he couldn't really want that, a girl with no morals, no limits.  Maybe that would be good for a day or two, but as a wife?  No way.  She hatched a plan to prove her point.

They were walking along the shopping district, window shopping.   Maggie stopped at a jewelry store window, admiring a diamond tennis bracelet.  She turned and pulled him into the shop with her.

The owner of the shop was there alone.  He buzzed them in, like lots of jewelry stores do these days.  She told him she was interested in a tennis bracelet like the one in the window.  Of course he lit up and she had his full attention.  

He pulled several out, letting her try them on.  As she did, she noticed the shop owner staring at her breasts as much as the bracelet.  "Beautiful" he would say.  She was sure he wasn't talking about the bracelet.

She turned to Ken.  "Buy this for me."   

He balked.  

"Oh come on, for a girl who has no limits, who would do anything you ask?"  

He was still resistant.  

"How about if I can get a 50% discount."  The shop owner was out of ear shot.

Ken said, "sure, I'll do that," confident in his position.  

Margaret responded with a grin, knowing she could do it.  Actually what she knew, is that Maggie could do it.

The shop keeper was maybe 50, a small man, maybe only 5'2".  Wearing a suit and tie.   She returned to him.  

"I'd love to have this, but my boyfriend here says I can only spend $1500." 

"I can show you something else." He began.

Ken was on the other side of the room, looking at the watches, leaving her to negotiate.  He wasn't going to help at all.

Now she had the tennis bracelet on, asking the shop owner if there was any way to get a discount.  One of my dress straps was down over her shoulder.  She was holding up the bracelet close to her chest, turning it this way and that, knowing full well that his attention was on other things. 

Then it happened, her dress just slipped a bit lower, Maggie's left breast was in full view and she pretended not to notice, though her nipples were absolutely throbbing.  Maggie took his hand in hers, and brought it to her breast.  

The man could hardly breath! She had to smile.  He kept looking over to Ken.  

"Oh he doesn't mind, he loves it when I'm this way."  Then adding a little louder "Don't you dear" 

With that Ken turned and looked, and saw the man's hand on her breast.  Looking at Ken the whole time, Maggie slid the other strap down, her dress pretty much down around my waist.   She moved to the end of the counter, pulling the shopkeeper with her.  She pulled his head in, and felt his lips on my breasts.  It felt wonderful, and wrong, and thrilling.

Maggie was  fully expecting Ken to put a stop me, but he didn't.  This had actually been her plan, to show him that this was just too much, that there was no way he would ever want his wife acting this way.  She was wrong.

Ken never stopped watching.  Maggie fed one breast, then the other to this man, this total stranger.  The thing was, she wasn't sure this was enough to secure a $1500 discount, though he did seem to be enjoying himself pretty well.

"You need to make Maggie here earn that discount."   She heard Ken say.  "Sit her down on that stool back there and let her show you what she can do."

Margaret was flabbergasted!  She indeed had misjudged here.  Did he really want her to do this?  She could never..  But then she realized something as this little man was leading her behind the counter.  Margaret could never, but Maggie could.  

Maggie sat on this stool, and the man opened his suit pants.  He pulled out a cock that was very thick and quite a bit bigger than Kens.  There was no way she could take it in her mouth she thought.   She took it in her hand, and realized this was only the second man's cock she had ever touched.  

Then she felt his hands on my head, pulling her down.  She really had to stretch her lips around it, it was difficult to keep from scraping him with her teeth, but Ken had taught her well.  Just as she got used to it, she felt him begin to fuck her mouth.  Oh geez.  Ken was watching.  She began to gag when he would go too deep, sometimes she choked, her eyes began to water.  

She could tell the man was close, that's when Ken said, "cum all over her tits, Maggie loves that the little slut."  

And he did.  It was hot, and thick.  Ken made her rub it all into her skin just as she had earlier out on the dock.  They were both watching this as the man put himself away. She was thinking to myself how she was glad it was over, the shopkeeper kept watching her.   She was thinking what a lewd sight she must be, cum all over her breasts, lipstick smeared, eyes watering.

"Lick your breasts."  His words caught her by surprise, he had hardly spoken.  She looked to Ken for support, but he told her to do as the man asked.  So she did as he said, lifting one then the other, tasting this man's cum.  Her nipples were hard and swollen.   She realized then, with these men here watching her like this, how incredibly turned on she was.

"She is very good" the man says to Ken.  "My wife hasn't sucked me like that in 20 years."  

"I think she likes doing that, look at her."  Ken says.  

"I think you're right, she's looking a little needy isn't she."

These two were talking about me as if I was just a pet, something to play with.  

"Do you want to cum Maggie?"  she heard Ken ask.  

The instant he spoke it, Maggie realized that she did, badly.  She couldn't meet his eyes, she only nodded.

"Cum for us then"

Maggie slid her hand down into my dress, into her panties.  Oh she was soaked.  She kept sucking her nipple, thrusting her hips up against her fingers.  She was fucking myself, right in front of these men!

She looked up and saw Ken with his phone again, videoing her.  There was no way should could stop though.

The she came.  It was an orgasm that can't really put it into words, but she came harder than she ever had in my life.  It made her wonder about all the other orgasms she'd had, whether they had been real at all or just some pleasant feelings that she had convinced herself were orgasms.  She was crying out, her whole body spasmed, she was pinching and pulling on her nipples.  It was incredible.  Incredible and humiliating. 


As they walked out of the jewelry store Margaret was in a daze.  She had never been so humiliated in my life.  It was a situation she thought she could control, but she was wrong.  She thought she could prove her point to Ken, but she was wrong. 

She had to admit though, somehow, someway the whole experience had heightened her senses.  She'd  spent a few minutes in the restroom at the jewelry store freshening up while Ken and the shopkeeper did their business.   It was like she didn't even recognize the girl in the mirror.  Maggie.

Now, out on the street, the sunshine was beaming, the ocean air was invigorating.  Even the looks she got from those on the street seemed warmer, more welcome.  And she had the new bracelet on my wrist.  A bracelet partially paid for with her mouth.  

They stopped and got a bite to eat before returning to the room.  When they got there they stepped out onto the balcony, looking out over the harbor.   Ken took a hold of her and said wonderful things to her.  She couldn't remember what he said, but it warmed her.  He was standing close behind her, she realized he was pressing against her.  The thin fabric of her dress allowed her to feel him fully.  

She did not resist in the least as he pulled her dress up.  In fact, she leaned forward, holding onto the railing, letting him enter her deeper.  It felt so good, she felt so free, so sexy.  His hands were on her hips, taking her hard.  She met his every thrust and felt him cumming inside of her as she came with him.  Not an orgasm like at the store, but very nice.

She collapsed onto the chaise, feeling happier than she had in a good while.  Ken stepped over the chaise, straddling it.  He presented himself to me, she knew what he wanted. Maggie opened her mouth, tasted herself, tasted him.  She licked him clean.  It seemed totally natural to do this, for  him.  

Then he kissed her.  She giggled, wondering if he could taste it all too.  Then she was asleep.  At some point Ken had covered her with a blanket.  She didn't wake until the sun was low on the horizon and the ocean breeze was turning cool.  

"The day isn't over yet." she thought, a smile on Maggie's face.

