I would like to start by saying that everything I am about to write is absolutely true. Nothing is fake. I will begin with a little backstory. This is going to be quite a lot to read because I want to include as many details as possible. However, if you prefer to skip it, you can start reading from “Arriving at his house.”
Backstory:
To start off, I am not your typical “cuck.” I don’t enjoy being commanded, humiliated, or anything of that sort.
I met my wife eight years ago, and we got married a year later. When I was younger, I had a lot of girlfriends. Let’s just say, if I wanted a girl, I could have her. I’m good in bed—not the best—but good enough to make girls cum three to four times every time.
I have always loved porn. I remember when I was younger and we had dial-up internet. I searched for porn and I came across a picture of a girl sitting on a cock while holding one cock in her hand and another in her mouth. All I could think was, 'Wow, this is beautiful.' It wasn't just sexual; I truly loved how it looked.
My wife is very, very different. She was always taught that 'your husband is the only man in your life. He is the only man who can touch you and/or see you naked.' I am her first love, her first kiss, her firstime having sex: I am her first everything.
My wife and I talk a lot. We talk about everything—our likes and dislikes, both inside and outside the bedroom. That's why I can say that she is the best at... well... everything. I told her what I like, and I kind of taught her the things I enjoy.
After a year of marriage, I asked her if she had any fantasies. She didn’t. She’d never watched porn. She isn’t the type of girl who would initiate sex. If I were to tell her that I never want to have sex again, she would happily say, 'That’s fine with me.' Don’t get me wrong, she enjoys it with me, but just once or twice in 2 weeks is enough. So no, no fantasies for her. She asked me mine, and I told her. I would like to see her having sex with another man. I think she’s gorgeous, and I wouldn’t mind watching her in action because it just turns me on. She asked me, 'Why not videotape us?' I said, 'Well, because I don’t like to see myself. I don’t want to look at myself having sex.” she didnt understand, thinking i was crazy.
Mine fantasy = her fantasy:
For seven years, I’ve been sharing this fantasy with her. Whenever we’re having sex, I tell her what I’m fantasizing about in that moment, and it turns her on as well. However, after the sex, she always tells me she’ll never actually do it. She enjoys the idea, but for her, it’s just that—an idea, a fantasy. We’ve talked about it extensively, and over time, she became more open when it comes to sex. She had never discussed such things (sex) with anyone before, so just talking about sex was a significant step for her.
Hi I Am John:
Five years ago, I talked to her about my fantasy in a normal conversation, without either of us being turned on. I explained that it’s all about the physical aspect, not the emotional part. She doesn’t need to like someone or be in love with them, it’s purely about physical deed. Just enjoy yourself. She agreed to meet someone. She told me to search online for the right person, butshe made it clear that she wanted to get to know the guy first before ever meeting up. So, I started looking. I found a guy—let’s call him John—on a hookup website. I explained to him that this would be our first time with someone else and that meeting us would likely take a few months of talking. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know us. We talked to him for days, weeks, and even months—just normal conversations. We discussed who he was, who we were, and how we come from a culture where things like this are generally a big taboo. He understood completely and assured us that he wanted to be just as discreet as we were.
Whenever John and I texted through Kik, we talked about all of my fantasies, and he loved every one of them. I shared with him one of my biggest fantasies: for her to swallow her lover’s cum and enjoying it. The thing is that she never, ever swallows or even let me cum in her mouth. She hates the texture so much that she doesn’t even like it on her hands. The fantasy, then, is that she would like her lover so much that she’d want to swallow his cum. I also told John how I imagine her becoming completely his— doing everything he asks, not just to please him, but because she’s so addicted to him that she can’t say no.
After a few months—yes, you read that right, a few months—she finally agreed to meet him. She told me that nothing was going to happen, just some conversation and tea. I told her, “Of course.”
When he came over, he was incredibly polite and kind. We talked about this and that, just casual things. After a while, he asked her to sit next to him. To my surprise, she stood up and sat beside him. I was shocked—I never thought she’d just go along with that. They chatted, and he gently rubbed her leg as they talked. He told her how beautiful she was and showered her with compliments. She smiled, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. Then, he leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek. By that point, I was as hard as a rock. They locked eyes, and he gave her a small kiss on the lips. She didn’t pull away, so she was clearly okay with it. He kissed her again, this time more deeply. As they kissed, he reached for her breast, his hand sliding under her sweater to touch her nipple. I even heard her let out a faint moan.
Suddenly, she stopped kissing him and said, “I’ll be right back.” She left the room, and I was absolutely throbbing. John smiled and winked at me as he unzipped his pants, and we waited for her to return. When she came back, she said, “Babe, we have to go. My mother called. It’s an emergency.” Both John and I were stunned. He quickly zipped up his pants and said, “Of course, we’ll see each other another time.” We all left the house together. Once we got in the car and I started driving, I asked her, “What happened with your mom?” She sighed and said, “Nothing... I just didn’t know how to get out of it all.” “Oh... didn’t you like it? I never meant for you to feel violated,” I said. She replied, “No, that’s not it. I liked it, but... I don’t know. It felt like cheating.” I laughed and said, “Babe, I was right there. That’s not cheating, that’s us enjoying ourselves.”
She enjoyed the moment so much that every time we had sex, she would think back to that night. She’d tell me she regretted not tasting him(bj) or feeling him inside her. But the surprising thing was, she never wanted to meet him again. In fact, she never wanted to meet anyone else again either. She texted him to say that she had enjoyed the experience but would never want to repeat it. She told me she felt disgusting for liking it so much.
I didn’t stop talking to him, though. We kept in touch and talked often. I tried to convince her to meet him again, but her answer was always “no.” Interestingly, while we were having sex, she would want him again and even ask me to reach out to him. But afterward, she would always say, “DON’T ASK HIM!”
John and i talked less and less. I even said that it probably will never happen. As a matter of fact, it didnt turn me on when she talked about him when we were having sex because i knew nothing was going to happen.
Not backing out?:
Five years later—now—we’ve talked about this for a very long time. Even though it didn’t turn me on whenever she talked about it because I knew nothing was going to happen, the idea of her with him still turned me on a lot if that makes sence.
We talked about this while driving. We talked about it while watching TV. We discussed it for a long time, not just when we were horny, but even in normal conversations, just to explore this “taboo” topic. She started to see things the way I see them—not as cheating, but simply as enjoying ourselves.
One day, she went with her friend to a wedding for that friend’s cousin. While there, she saw a guy she had known when they were younger. She sent me a picture of them together and texted me about how they knew each other and how close they used to be. I was throbbing. I don’t know why, but I was.
When she came home, she took a shower. After she came out of the shower, she told me how boring the wedding was but mentioned how funny it was to meet her old friend. Let’s call this friend Dave. She said she never knew he had gotten married but that he’s divorced now. I joked, “I thought you were going to sleep with him for a minute.” She didn’t respond—she just smiled a bit, and I was shocked. I looked at her with my mouth open and said, “Oh my god... don’t play with me now. Look at my pants.” She laughed and said, “Are you serious? That turned you on?” and walked to the bedroom.
After I took a shower, I went to bed. She was initiating sex, which doesn’t happen often. We started kissing and playing, and she asked me what I was thinking about. I told her, “You know what I’m thinking about, but what are you thinking about?” She replied, “The same as you. You know how much I like John.” I said, “I’m not thinking about you and John. I’m thinking about you and Dave.” I felt her getting wetter. She laughed and said, “Oh really? You naughty boy. Would you want me to fuck him?” I replied, “The big question is, do you want to fuck him?” She smiled and said, “Yes... yes I do. I so badly want him.” She closed her eyes, and I played with her until she came, screaming his name. But she wasn’t done there. She wanted more and more, only thinking about Dave.
She came like 3 or 4 times that night. After we were done, she told me she was going to text him the next day to ask if he wanted to meet up. I was so turned on that I couldn’t sleep. I played with my self for about 4 times that night, thinking about how it might actually happen.
The next day, she didn’t text him. As usual, it was all talk. But the whole week turned into a big porn fest—she wanted it every day. However, she wasn’t thinking about Dave; she was thinking about John. I think talking and thinking about Dave gave her a new perspective on things.
After a week of playing, she asked me if I still had John’s number. I told her I did. She then asked if she could get his number from me. Without hesitation, I gave it to her.
John texted me and asked how I was doing. He mentioned that she had contacted him. I couldn’t believe it—they had started talking again. I told him to just keep it casual.
Meeting john?:
One night, we decided to go to the movies. We always go to one that’s about a 45-minute drive, but we like that movie theater—the seats are comfy, and the staff are great. But… John lives only 8 minutes away from that movie theater. We arrived about an hour early because traffic is usually horrible, and we thought we’d barely make it on time. “Well, what are we going to do now? Just wait?” I asked. She replied, “Yeah… got something better in mind?” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Nope, not really,” I said. “Yeah, me neither,” she said. I joked, “We could ask if John is home. We could just go and drink a cup of tea before we head to the movies.” She looked at me and said, “Maybe. Should I ask him?” My heart started pounding. “Yeah, sure. Ask him,” I said. She started typing a message but stopped halfway. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She replied, “Can you text him? I don’t want him to think something is going to happen.”
John was all too happy for us to come over. She reminded me again that nothing was going to happen and asked me to please not get any ideas because it wasn’t going to happen. I reassured her, telling her not to worry—I didn’t believe anything would happen either. While we were driving, she seemed hesitant. She suggested, “Let’s wait a few weeks before we meet up.” I told her, “We can, but things aren’t going to change. The scary excitement will always be there. If we wait another week, you’ll just end up postponing it again, and it’ll keep going on like that”. She agreed but said, “I’m just so scared to disappoint you guys.” I reassured her, “Please don’t be. You have to know that you’re in control. Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to. You’re the boss, you’re the leader—you decide every single step he takes. And if you decide not to even give him a handshake, he won’t be angry, and I won’t be disappointed. We’re just going over there to kill time.”
Arriving at his house:
We arrived at his house. I parked the car, and we sat there for 2–3 minutes. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yes. It’s scary, but a good kind of scary. I don’t know... Maybe I just need to be alone with him. But then again, I’m not sure if I trust him yet,” she replied. I said, “Let’s just do this. We’ll both go in, have a cup of tea, and talk to him. If you feel safe and fine, just ask me to grab something from the car. If you don’t feel safe or don’t want to be alone with him, just stay there, and we’ll all talk together until it’s time for the movie.” She agreed. We walked to the door, and there he was. He greeted us warmly but gave her a kiss on the cheek. She asked where the bathroom was, and he showed her the way. Him and I went to the living room, and I told him, “She’s scared. Let’s not talk about sex—just focus on making her feel comfortable.” We started talking about his house, which looked nice. He explained why he chose certain furniture and decorations. To be honest, I could barely focus—my heart was in my throat the entire time.
After a few minutes, she came through the door. She said, "I’m sorry, I thought you guys were in your bedroom, so I went there." He replied, "If you’re more comfortable there, we could go there." She responded, "No, this is fine." She sat down on the other side of the living room. We talked about ordinary things until he asked her what she was so scared of. She explained, "This is not something we do in our culture; it feels so strange to me. It feels like cheating." He said, "But it’s not cheating. Your husband wants this, you want this, and I want this. It’s not cheating. I understand why you feel this way, but you really don’t have to. Even if you don’t want to do anything with me, just know that in the future, if you decide to do things like this, it’s not cheating. If I had a girlfriend, I’d want her to do the same." She was shocked and asked why. He replied, "I think this is the ultimate expression of love, isn’t it? Seeing her do things with other guys and enjoying herself—it feels like love to not take that away from her and to let her enjoy every moment. I would love for her to do this with me, just as Bobby wants to do this with you. I think this is something special. People who do this love each other so much that they have the trust to let their partners experience this. That’s pure love and pure pleasure."
You could tell that she understood what he was saying and, in a way, agreed with him. "Are you scared?" he asked. She replied, "No. To be honest, I’m not. I’m kind of comfortable, and this doesn’t feel wrong." He said, "Why don’t you come sit next to me?" She responded, "No, I’m fine right here, thank you." "So, you’re not that comfortable?" he asked. She admitted, "Yes, I am, but it’s still strange. My husband is right there. It’s... strange." He said, "But nothing is going to happen. You could just sit next to me. Do you want your husband to go to the bedroom so we can stay here? Or would you prefer your husband to stay here while we go to the bedroom? It’s just to talk." She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe that’s not a bad idea. You only have one window in your bedroom, and the curtains are closed. I think I might feel a little less stressed if we were there." I said, "Well, let’s go." I stood up, and she looked at me, her mouth open in surprise. I winked and held out my hand. She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my hand and stood up. He stood up as well and walked toward his bedroom. We followed behind him. As we approached, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I’ll be right outside the door. If anything happens, I’ll kick the door in."
The Bedroom:
“I don’t have a chair, sorry, but get comfy,” he said. I replied, “I’m just going to leave you two alone. Remember, if he does anything you don’t want, just shout, and I’ll come and kick his ass.” They both laughed. He said, “If I do anything she doesn’t want, I’ll give you my blessing to kick my ass. I’m not like that. We’re just going to talk.” I left the room. I stood outside the door, trying to listen in, but after a few minutes, he put on some music. I’ll write down what I heard:
“Again, sorry I don’t have any chairs. Do you want to sit on the bed?” he asked. She probably nodded. He started telling her about some painting in his room, his closet, and other random things. She said, “Do you have a blanket in your closet? It’s a little chilly in here.” He replied, “No, but we could go under the covers. I don’t mind you keeping your clothes on.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said. I heard him ask, “Are you still afraid?” I guessed she nodded again. He said, “But why? We’ve known each other for five years or so. You’ve seen me, talked to me—do I feel like a bad guy?” She answered, “No, absolutely not.” He continued, “We even kissed. Or didn’t you like that?” She quickly replied, “No, no, I did like that. I liked it a lot.” “Oh, really? Do you think about that kiss sometimes?” he asked. “Yes, I do. A lot, actually,” she admitted. He said, “Well, you know, you don’t just have to think about it now, right? I’m right here.”
Am I Dreaming?:
After that, I couldn’t hear much of their conversation anymore. I strained to listen, and I think I heard them kissing. I couldn’t believe it—my dream was finally coming true. After a few minutes, I heard him say he was going to put some music on. Great... now I couldn’t hear anything. I kept my ears pressed against the door, straining to catch any sound. After a while, I heard her moan. He said, “That’s right, baby, let it go. Let loose. Like it, love it.” She was screaming in pleasure. I heard her climax so hard, and then I heard her say, “I want to taste you.”
“Oh my god, Bobby wasn’t kidding. You suck so good. This is incredible,” he said. I heard her reply, “Your precum tastes amazing.” I couldn’t believe what i was hearing. Is this real? Am i dreaming? I was about to burst in my pants. I could hear them talking a bit, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. There was more moaning, but the music seemed to get louder. And then... I heard a clapping sound. I couldn’t believe it. I was in shock. I opened the door slightly and saw him on top of my sweet, innocent wife. He was fucking her so well, she didn’t even notice I was there. The way she looked into his eyes while he was fucking her was such a turn-on. She came hard, screaming. He slowed down, and she looked at him and said, “you fuck so much better than Bobby does.” I was hurt and turned on at the same time. He started kissing her, and they kissed so passionately it was unbelievable. She held his head, looked into his eyes, and said, “Please fuck me again.” He turned up the speed just a tiny bit. He asked her, “Who’s are you from now on?” She smiled and replied, “Yours.” “Are you sure?” he asked while turning it up a little more. “Oh, yes. I am all yours, baby,” she said, moaning. He asked, “So, you’re not going to fuck Bobby again unless I give permission?” She moaned and said, “Yes, I am all yours, baby.” “Well, then I am going to cum in your mouth. What are you going to do with it?” he asked, turning it up again. “Oh my god, yes baby, yes! Please, please cum in my mouth. I want to taste ‘it’ so bad,” she begged.
I couldn’t believe it. She had never been this turned on with me. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was hurt but turned on so much as well. it was such a strange feeling.
He laid her down, then turned on his back so she was on top of him. In just a few seconds, she came again. She slowed down, bent over, and started kissing him. “Oh my god, this feels so good,” she said while kissing him. He grabbed her waist and started thrusting into her again. She was enjoying it so much. While moving with intensity, he asked, “Where do you want my cum,
baby?” She screamed in pleasure, “Cum in my mouth! Please, please cum in my mouth!” After a few more seconds of intense movement, he shouted, “OMG, I’M CUMMING!” She quickly jumped off him, removed the condom, and started sucking him. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every bit. She didn’t just swallow it—she made a noise that showed how much she enjoyed it. She continued licking his cock for a little while before coming back up and lying beside him. She rested her head on his chest, and only then did she notice me standing in the corner. She looked at me, shocked, with a guilty expression. He said, “Hey, look at me.” She turned back to him. He asked, “Who’s are you now?” She looked him in the eyes and replied, “I’m yours.” They kissed passionately. His cock started to harden again, and a bit of precum was leaking. He glanced down at himself and said, “Oops, do I need a towel?” She smiled and went down on him. Before she put her tongue on his cock, he said, “Why don’t you look at Bobby while you clean me, baby? Show him that you’re mine now.” She looked at me, saw how turned on I was, and put a smile on her face when I gave a little nod. While maintaining eye contact with me, she licked his cock clean, making soft, pleased sounds. Once she was done, she came back up and kissed him deeply. Then she turned to me and said, “This is what you wanted. Now I don’t think I can stop.” I replied, “I never want you to stop.” She got dressed, and we said goodbye to John before heading back to the car. On the way home, she held my hand, kissed me, and said it was the best experience of her life. She added, “I might come alone next time.” I told her, “I’ve never loved you more than I do right now.” She smiled and said, “It’s strange, but I love you more than I ever have as well. The love I feel for you right now is indescribable.”
For those wondering if he dictates when she has sex with me, I have to disappoint you. We’ve been having sex every day since that day, without needing his permission. And yes, they did use a condom. This might sound like a made-up story, but it truly happened. I can honestly say my marriage is stronger than ever. I love my wife more deeply now than I ever thought possible. This experience was the best thing that’s happened to us, and I hope she continues exploring this side of herself.
English isn’t my first language, so I used ChatGPT to correct my spelling and grammar. Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it. I just had to share my story with someone.
Backstory:
To start off, I am not your typical “cuck.” I don’t enjoy being commanded, humiliated, or anything of that sort.
I met my wife eight years ago, and we got married a year later. When I was younger, I had a lot of girlfriends. Let’s just say, if I wanted a girl, I could have her. I’m good in bed—not the best—but good enough to make girls cum three to four times every time.
I have always loved porn. I remember when I was younger and we had dial-up internet. I searched for porn and I came across a picture of a girl sitting on a cock while holding one cock in her hand and another in her mouth. All I could think was, 'Wow, this is beautiful.' It wasn't just sexual; I truly loved how it looked.
My wife is very, very different. She was always taught that 'your husband is the only man in your life. He is the only man who can touch you and/or see you naked.' I am her first love, her first kiss, her firstime having sex: I am her first everything.
My wife and I talk a lot. We talk about everything—our likes and dislikes, both inside and outside the bedroom. That's why I can say that she is the best at... well... everything. I told her what I like, and I kind of taught her the things I enjoy.
After a year of marriage, I asked her if she had any fantasies. She didn’t. She’d never watched porn. She isn’t the type of girl who would initiate sex. If I were to tell her that I never want to have sex again, she would happily say, 'That’s fine with me.' Don’t get me wrong, she enjoys it with me, but just once or twice in 2 weeks is enough. So no, no fantasies for her. She asked me mine, and I told her. I would like to see her having sex with another man. I think she’s gorgeous, and I wouldn’t mind watching her in action because it just turns me on. She asked me, 'Why not videotape us?' I said, 'Well, because I don’t like to see myself. I don’t want to look at myself having sex.” she didnt understand, thinking i was crazy.
Mine fantasy = her fantasy:
For seven years, I’ve been sharing this fantasy with her. Whenever we’re having sex, I tell her what I’m fantasizing about in that moment, and it turns her on as well. However, after the sex, she always tells me she’ll never actually do it. She enjoys the idea, but for her, it’s just that—an idea, a fantasy. We’ve talked about it extensively, and over time, she became more open when it comes to sex. She had never discussed such things (sex) with anyone before, so just talking about sex was a significant step for her.
Hi I Am John:
Five years ago, I talked to her about my fantasy in a normal conversation, without either of us being turned on. I explained that it’s all about the physical aspect, not the emotional part. She doesn’t need to like someone or be in love with them, it’s purely about physical deed. Just enjoy yourself. She agreed to meet someone. She told me to search online for the right person, butshe made it clear that she wanted to get to know the guy first before ever meeting up. So, I started looking. I found a guy—let’s call him John—on a hookup website. I explained to him that this would be our first time with someone else and that meeting us would likely take a few months of talking. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know us. We talked to him for days, weeks, and even months—just normal conversations. We discussed who he was, who we were, and how we come from a culture where things like this are generally a big taboo. He understood completely and assured us that he wanted to be just as discreet as we were.
Whenever John and I texted through Kik, we talked about all of my fantasies, and he loved every one of them. I shared with him one of my biggest fantasies: for her to swallow her lover’s cum and enjoying it. The thing is that she never, ever swallows or even let me cum in her mouth. She hates the texture so much that she doesn’t even like it on her hands. The fantasy, then, is that she would like her lover so much that she’d want to swallow his cum. I also told John how I imagine her becoming completely his— doing everything he asks, not just to please him, but because she’s so addicted to him that she can’t say no.
After a few months—yes, you read that right, a few months—she finally agreed to meet him. She told me that nothing was going to happen, just some conversation and tea. I told her, “Of course.”
When he came over, he was incredibly polite and kind. We talked about this and that, just casual things. After a while, he asked her to sit next to him. To my surprise, she stood up and sat beside him. I was shocked—I never thought she’d just go along with that. They chatted, and he gently rubbed her leg as they talked. He told her how beautiful she was and showered her with compliments. She smiled, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. Then, he leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek. By that point, I was as hard as a rock. They locked eyes, and he gave her a small kiss on the lips. She didn’t pull away, so she was clearly okay with it. He kissed her again, this time more deeply. As they kissed, he reached for her breast, his hand sliding under her sweater to touch her nipple. I even heard her let out a faint moan.
Suddenly, she stopped kissing him and said, “I’ll be right back.” She left the room, and I was absolutely throbbing. John smiled and winked at me as he unzipped his pants, and we waited for her to return. When she came back, she said, “Babe, we have to go. My mother called. It’s an emergency.” Both John and I were stunned. He quickly zipped up his pants and said, “Of course, we’ll see each other another time.” We all left the house together. Once we got in the car and I started driving, I asked her, “What happened with your mom?” She sighed and said, “Nothing... I just didn’t know how to get out of it all.” “Oh... didn’t you like it? I never meant for you to feel violated,” I said. She replied, “No, that’s not it. I liked it, but... I don’t know. It felt like cheating.” I laughed and said, “Babe, I was right there. That’s not cheating, that’s us enjoying ourselves.”
She enjoyed the moment so much that every time we had sex, she would think back to that night. She’d tell me she regretted not tasting him(bj) or feeling him inside her. But the surprising thing was, she never wanted to meet him again. In fact, she never wanted to meet anyone else again either. She texted him to say that she had enjoyed the experience but would never want to repeat it. She told me she felt disgusting for liking it so much.
I didn’t stop talking to him, though. We kept in touch and talked often. I tried to convince her to meet him again, but her answer was always “no.” Interestingly, while we were having sex, she would want him again and even ask me to reach out to him. But afterward, she would always say, “DON’T ASK HIM!”
John and i talked less and less. I even said that it probably will never happen. As a matter of fact, it didnt turn me on when she talked about him when we were having sex because i knew nothing was going to happen.
Not backing out?:
Five years later—now—we’ve talked about this for a very long time. Even though it didn’t turn me on whenever she talked about it because I knew nothing was going to happen, the idea of her with him still turned me on a lot if that makes sence.
We talked about this while driving. We talked about it while watching TV. We discussed it for a long time, not just when we were horny, but even in normal conversations, just to explore this “taboo” topic. She started to see things the way I see them—not as cheating, but simply as enjoying ourselves.
One day, she went with her friend to a wedding for that friend’s cousin. While there, she saw a guy she had known when they were younger. She sent me a picture of them together and texted me about how they knew each other and how close they used to be. I was throbbing. I don’t know why, but I was.
When she came home, she took a shower. After she came out of the shower, she told me how boring the wedding was but mentioned how funny it was to meet her old friend. Let’s call this friend Dave. She said she never knew he had gotten married but that he’s divorced now. I joked, “I thought you were going to sleep with him for a minute.” She didn’t respond—she just smiled a bit, and I was shocked. I looked at her with my mouth open and said, “Oh my god... don’t play with me now. Look at my pants.” She laughed and said, “Are you serious? That turned you on?” and walked to the bedroom.
After I took a shower, I went to bed. She was initiating sex, which doesn’t happen often. We started kissing and playing, and she asked me what I was thinking about. I told her, “You know what I’m thinking about, but what are you thinking about?” She replied, “The same as you. You know how much I like John.” I said, “I’m not thinking about you and John. I’m thinking about you and Dave.” I felt her getting wetter. She laughed and said, “Oh really? You naughty boy. Would you want me to fuck him?” I replied, “The big question is, do you want to fuck him?” She smiled and said, “Yes... yes I do. I so badly want him.” She closed her eyes, and I played with her until she came, screaming his name. But she wasn’t done there. She wanted more and more, only thinking about Dave.
She came like 3 or 4 times that night. After we were done, she told me she was going to text him the next day to ask if he wanted to meet up. I was so turned on that I couldn’t sleep. I played with my self for about 4 times that night, thinking about how it might actually happen.
The next day, she didn’t text him. As usual, it was all talk. But the whole week turned into a big porn fest—she wanted it every day. However, she wasn’t thinking about Dave; she was thinking about John. I think talking and thinking about Dave gave her a new perspective on things.
After a week of playing, she asked me if I still had John’s number. I told her I did. She then asked if she could get his number from me. Without hesitation, I gave it to her.
John texted me and asked how I was doing. He mentioned that she had contacted him. I couldn’t believe it—they had started talking again. I told him to just keep it casual.
Meeting john?:
One night, we decided to go to the movies. We always go to one that’s about a 45-minute drive, but we like that movie theater—the seats are comfy, and the staff are great. But… John lives only 8 minutes away from that movie theater. We arrived about an hour early because traffic is usually horrible, and we thought we’d barely make it on time. “Well, what are we going to do now? Just wait?” I asked. She replied, “Yeah… got something better in mind?” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Nope, not really,” I said. “Yeah, me neither,” she said. I joked, “We could ask if John is home. We could just go and drink a cup of tea before we head to the movies.” She looked at me and said, “Maybe. Should I ask him?” My heart started pounding. “Yeah, sure. Ask him,” I said. She started typing a message but stopped halfway. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She replied, “Can you text him? I don’t want him to think something is going to happen.”
John was all too happy for us to come over. She reminded me again that nothing was going to happen and asked me to please not get any ideas because it wasn’t going to happen. I reassured her, telling her not to worry—I didn’t believe anything would happen either. While we were driving, she seemed hesitant. She suggested, “Let’s wait a few weeks before we meet up.” I told her, “We can, but things aren’t going to change. The scary excitement will always be there. If we wait another week, you’ll just end up postponing it again, and it’ll keep going on like that”. She agreed but said, “I’m just so scared to disappoint you guys.” I reassured her, “Please don’t be. You have to know that you’re in control. Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to. You’re the boss, you’re the leader—you decide every single step he takes. And if you decide not to even give him a handshake, he won’t be angry, and I won’t be disappointed. We’re just going over there to kill time.”
Arriving at his house:
We arrived at his house. I parked the car, and we sat there for 2–3 minutes. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yes. It’s scary, but a good kind of scary. I don’t know... Maybe I just need to be alone with him. But then again, I’m not sure if I trust him yet,” she replied. I said, “Let’s just do this. We’ll both go in, have a cup of tea, and talk to him. If you feel safe and fine, just ask me to grab something from the car. If you don’t feel safe or don’t want to be alone with him, just stay there, and we’ll all talk together until it’s time for the movie.” She agreed. We walked to the door, and there he was. He greeted us warmly but gave her a kiss on the cheek. She asked where the bathroom was, and he showed her the way. Him and I went to the living room, and I told him, “She’s scared. Let’s not talk about sex—just focus on making her feel comfortable.” We started talking about his house, which looked nice. He explained why he chose certain furniture and decorations. To be honest, I could barely focus—my heart was in my throat the entire time.
After a few minutes, she came through the door. She said, "I’m sorry, I thought you guys were in your bedroom, so I went there." He replied, "If you’re more comfortable there, we could go there." She responded, "No, this is fine." She sat down on the other side of the living room. We talked about ordinary things until he asked her what she was so scared of. She explained, "This is not something we do in our culture; it feels so strange to me. It feels like cheating." He said, "But it’s not cheating. Your husband wants this, you want this, and I want this. It’s not cheating. I understand why you feel this way, but you really don’t have to. Even if you don’t want to do anything with me, just know that in the future, if you decide to do things like this, it’s not cheating. If I had a girlfriend, I’d want her to do the same." She was shocked and asked why. He replied, "I think this is the ultimate expression of love, isn’t it? Seeing her do things with other guys and enjoying herself—it feels like love to not take that away from her and to let her enjoy every moment. I would love for her to do this with me, just as Bobby wants to do this with you. I think this is something special. People who do this love each other so much that they have the trust to let their partners experience this. That’s pure love and pure pleasure."
You could tell that she understood what he was saying and, in a way, agreed with him. "Are you scared?" he asked. She replied, "No. To be honest, I’m not. I’m kind of comfortable, and this doesn’t feel wrong." He said, "Why don’t you come sit next to me?" She responded, "No, I’m fine right here, thank you." "So, you’re not that comfortable?" he asked. She admitted, "Yes, I am, but it’s still strange. My husband is right there. It’s... strange." He said, "But nothing is going to happen. You could just sit next to me. Do you want your husband to go to the bedroom so we can stay here? Or would you prefer your husband to stay here while we go to the bedroom? It’s just to talk." She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe that’s not a bad idea. You only have one window in your bedroom, and the curtains are closed. I think I might feel a little less stressed if we were there." I said, "Well, let’s go." I stood up, and she looked at me, her mouth open in surprise. I winked and held out my hand. She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my hand and stood up. He stood up as well and walked toward his bedroom. We followed behind him. As we approached, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I’ll be right outside the door. If anything happens, I’ll kick the door in."
The Bedroom:
“I don’t have a chair, sorry, but get comfy,” he said. I replied, “I’m just going to leave you two alone. Remember, if he does anything you don’t want, just shout, and I’ll come and kick his ass.” They both laughed. He said, “If I do anything she doesn’t want, I’ll give you my blessing to kick my ass. I’m not like that. We’re just going to talk.” I left the room. I stood outside the door, trying to listen in, but after a few minutes, he put on some music. I’ll write down what I heard:
“Again, sorry I don’t have any chairs. Do you want to sit on the bed?” he asked. She probably nodded. He started telling her about some painting in his room, his closet, and other random things. She said, “Do you have a blanket in your closet? It’s a little chilly in here.” He replied, “No, but we could go under the covers. I don’t mind you keeping your clothes on.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said. I heard him ask, “Are you still afraid?” I guessed she nodded again. He said, “But why? We’ve known each other for five years or so. You’ve seen me, talked to me—do I feel like a bad guy?” She answered, “No, absolutely not.” He continued, “We even kissed. Or didn’t you like that?” She quickly replied, “No, no, I did like that. I liked it a lot.” “Oh, really? Do you think about that kiss sometimes?” he asked. “Yes, I do. A lot, actually,” she admitted. He said, “Well, you know, you don’t just have to think about it now, right? I’m right here.”
Am I Dreaming?:
After that, I couldn’t hear much of their conversation anymore. I strained to listen, and I think I heard them kissing. I couldn’t believe it—my dream was finally coming true. After a few minutes, I heard him say he was going to put some music on. Great... now I couldn’t hear anything. I kept my ears pressed against the door, straining to catch any sound. After a while, I heard her moan. He said, “That’s right, baby, let it go. Let loose. Like it, love it.” She was screaming in pleasure. I heard her climax so hard, and then I heard her say, “I want to taste you.”
“Oh my god, Bobby wasn’t kidding. You suck so good. This is incredible,” he said. I heard her reply, “Your precum tastes amazing.” I couldn’t believe what i was hearing. Is this real? Am i dreaming? I was about to burst in my pants. I could hear them talking a bit, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. There was more moaning, but the music seemed to get louder. And then... I heard a clapping sound. I couldn’t believe it. I was in shock. I opened the door slightly and saw him on top of my sweet, innocent wife. He was fucking her so well, she didn’t even notice I was there. The way she looked into his eyes while he was fucking her was such a turn-on. She came hard, screaming. He slowed down, and she looked at him and said, “you fuck so much better than Bobby does.” I was hurt and turned on at the same time. He started kissing her, and they kissed so passionately it was unbelievable. She held his head, looked into his eyes, and said, “Please fuck me again.” He turned up the speed just a tiny bit. He asked her, “Who’s are you from now on?” She smiled and replied, “Yours.” “Are you sure?” he asked while turning it up a little more. “Oh, yes. I am all yours, baby,” she said, moaning. He asked, “So, you’re not going to fuck Bobby again unless I give permission?” She moaned and said, “Yes, I am all yours, baby.” “Well, then I am going to cum in your mouth. What are you going to do with it?” he asked, turning it up again. “Oh my god, yes baby, yes! Please, please cum in my mouth. I want to taste ‘it’ so bad,” she begged.
I couldn’t believe it. She had never been this turned on with me. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was hurt but turned on so much as well. it was such a strange feeling.
He laid her down, then turned on his back so she was on top of him. In just a few seconds, she came again. She slowed down, bent over, and started kissing him. “Oh my god, this feels so good,” she said while kissing him. He grabbed her waist and started thrusting into her again. She was enjoying it so much. While moving with intensity, he asked, “Where do you want my cum,
baby?” She screamed in pleasure, “Cum in my mouth! Please, please cum in my mouth!” After a few more seconds of intense movement, he shouted, “OMG, I’M CUMMING!” She quickly jumped off him, removed the condom, and started sucking him. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every bit. She didn’t just swallow it—she made a noise that showed how much she enjoyed it. She continued licking his cock for a little while before coming back up and lying beside him. She rested her head on his chest, and only then did she notice me standing in the corner. She looked at me, shocked, with a guilty expression. He said, “Hey, look at me.” She turned back to him. He asked, “Who’s are you now?” She looked him in the eyes and replied, “I’m yours.” They kissed passionately. His cock started to harden again, and a bit of precum was leaking. He glanced down at himself and said, “Oops, do I need a towel?” She smiled and went down on him. Before she put her tongue on his cock, he said, “Why don’t you look at Bobby while you clean me, baby? Show him that you’re mine now.” She looked at me, saw how turned on I was, and put a smile on her face when I gave a little nod. While maintaining eye contact with me, she licked his cock clean, making soft, pleased sounds. Once she was done, she came back up and kissed him deeply. Then she turned to me and said, “This is what you wanted. Now I don’t think I can stop.” I replied, “I never want you to stop.” She got dressed, and we said goodbye to John before heading back to the car. On the way home, she held my hand, kissed me, and said it was the best experience of her life. She added, “I might come alone next time.” I told her, “I’ve never loved you more than I do right now.” She smiled and said, “It’s strange, but I love you more than I ever have as well. The love I feel for you right now is indescribable.”
For those wondering if he dictates when she has sex with me, I have to disappoint you. We’ve been having sex every day since that day, without needing his permission. And yes, they did use a condom. This might sound like a made-up story, but it truly happened. I can honestly say my marriage is stronger than ever. I love my wife more deeply now than I ever thought possible. This experience was the best thing that’s happened to us, and I hope she continues exploring this side of herself.
English isn’t my first language, so I used ChatGPT to correct my spelling and grammar. Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed living it. I just had to share my story with someone.
