I have always been strictly submissive, but my wife was a switch and often complained that she never got to explore her submissive side in our relationship. I really didn’t think it was a big deal, but as years passed it became clear to me that she was truly dissatisfied sexually because she wanted to be submissive and couldn’t do that with me.
Cuckolding wasn’t something we just immediately embraced. It was an idea that simmered in the back of our minds for a long time. Then we started openly talking about it, but neither of us with the intention of really going through with it. But after years of it being this option that we occasionally discussed, she came home one day and said she had met a guy that she wanted to cuckold me with.
She said she had been at a bar with friends and started talking to the guy. They flirted and she really liked him. They exchanged phone numbers. Then as the night continued, they had started groping each other and making out.
I wasn’t sure how I would react to hearing that my wife had made out with another guy, until it happened. Instead of being upset, I was very turned on. She talked about making a date with him, and I encouraged her to do so. She warned me, even though I thought it was obvious, that seeing him again could likely mean they would have sex. I told her I was OK with that.
They texted a little bit and agreed to get together that following Friday. It was a long week, looking forward to the day my wife was going out with another man. When Friday finally arrived, she dressed up nicely and went to meet him at a bar. I waited to hear from her, excited to think about what was happening.
When she got home late that night, she told me they had a nice time at the bar and had made out a lot but hadn’t gone any further that that. I admit I was disappointed, but she did say they would be seeing each other again.
She reminded me that the following weekend wasn’t going to work because she had a convention for her job that she had to go to. It was in a nearby city about 50 miles away, and she would be staying out there for the weekend in a hotel room provided by her company. I was disappointed to think I had to wait another week, but they had an idea. I told her that since she had a hotel room to herself the whole weekend, why not invite him to go out there with her?
She loved the idea and started texting him. There was no doubt from her invitation that she was suggesting they get together for sex. You don’t ask someone to come meet you in a hotel room just to have drinks.
I waited through another long week, looking forward to what would happen on the weekend. On Friday, she packed her things and left, and told me she would keep me updated on what happened with the other guy.
Many hours passed before I got a very simple text from her at almost two in the morning. It said, “We’ve had sex twice already and I’m not sure that we’re done yet”
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