Hi Honey or should I say, My Cuckold,

I know you’ve been wondering about my new lover, Michael.  I really want to tell you everything. Every detail. But, every time I try to tell you I just get tongue tied and I can’t even think.  So, I thought I’d write you a letter and tell you about the weekend I enjoyed with Michael and all the things we did.  Where do I even begin? I don’t think words could ever fully describe the weekend I had with Michael. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I felt alive, free, and completely consumed and adored by him.

I arrived at his house on Friday night, I have to admit my nerves were tingling in my stomach. He greeted me at the door, wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me toward him with a deep soulful kiss that left me breathless. We sat down in his living room and talked and talked and drank wine. He’s such an intelligent and thoughtful man, I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. Not to mention the fact that he’s so handsome.

We touched and caressed each other, kissing and exploring, taking our time. He explored every single inch of my body with his tongue and his fingers. He took his time and I know I was moaning almost immediately. I felt like a giddy teenager.  I’ve never been touched like that by anyone before, and it was incredibly sexy. As the evening grew later, we found ourselves behind closed doors. I was nervous, but ready. He held me in his arms and kissed me gently. Then with a soft touch he began to undress me very slowly. Just his fingers on my skin made me almost faint with desire.

Every inch of my body was on fire with anticipation as he continued to unveil me layer by layer. The soft whispers of his breath in my ear, the gentle grazing of his lips against my skin, every touch felt like a promise of the pleasure that was yet to come. And it was, in an explosion of passion that seemed to carry on for hours, melting time itself into an endless and blissful embrace. When he penetrated me I knew what I had been missing all these years.  The passion between us only intensified as the nigh wore on.  Michael’s touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine and setting my entire body ablaze.  He kissed me everywhere, exploring every inch of my skin, and I felt like I was floating in a state of pure ecstasy.  Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our desires synchronizing as though we had been together forever.  I felt like I was in a dream, and I never wanted to wake up. It was as if the world had melted away, leaving just the two of us in a realm of raw, primal need.  In many ways it was very primal and my need for him increased each second.  As the hours slipped by, we found ourselves lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. Our moans and cries of ecstacy echoed through the empty house, mingling with the soft whispers of the night. Time seemed to cease to exist as we explored every facet of each other’s bodies.

We made love for hours. I can’t even explain to you how wonderful this was.  It wasn’t just a physical thing, we made love on every level imaginable.  It was passionate, it was gentle, it was hot, it was romantic, it was healing.  All the feelings of my past came to the surface and I cried while we made love.  It was powerful and spiritual. At one point I felt like we became one person, and I felt like I was floating.

I lost count of how many orgasms I had, both with his mouth and with his huge cock inside me.  He penetrates me like no other man ever has.  I could feel his huge cock on so many levels.  With each thrust, it was like I was taken to a new and more powerful orgasm.  It quickly became apparent that this man was capable of bringing me to orgasms over and over with just his cock.  It was amazing, to say the least.  Michael was gentle and passionate with me. He knew exactly what I needed and wanted. I felt like he was mine and I was his. It was an amazing experience for me.

But it wasn’t just about physical attraction with Michael. He treated me with such care and tenderness, it was like he could read my mind and knew exactly where to touch me and how to get my body to respond. The sex is unbelievably mindblowing. His cock is not all of it, but believe me, it does take center stage.

So, now I know I can’t ever go back to making love with you. It’s glaringly obvious how it will pale in comparison and I know I’ll never be satisfied by you. Not that I ever was, to be honest. I thought our love would be enough but I realize it’s about more than that and as I was grinding down on Michael’s beautiful cock I realized how much our lives were about to change. I know you will agree with me that this change has been a long time coming and I deserve to be happy.  You are finally going to be a cuckold and I will be your cuckolding wife.

When you have finished reading this letter, come meet me in the bedroom.  Our lives as a cuckolding couple should begin now. In order for this to work, you will have to comply with my demands and understand that Michael is the only man I’ll be having sex with from this point forward.

I’ll explain more to you later.


Your Cuckolding Queen