My wife went into a local bike shop to have some repairs done and came out talking about how attractive she thought the guy behind the counter was. This is my first memory of how it all started. She half-jokingly talked about how she’d like to ask him out on a date. And I half-jokingly responded that she ought to do that when she goes back into pick up her bike. She said she would, almost like it was a threat to call my bluff.
A few days later, that conversation long forgotten in my mind, she texted me to say she’d picked up her bike and gotten the phone number of the guy. I felt a strange excitement that can only happen to a guy with a cuckold fetish.
This probably never would have worked if it wasn’t for the fact that my wife is not at all shy when it comes to this stuff. She called him and they flirted over the phone, eventually agreeing to go out on the following Friday. She made it seem like it wasn’t a case of two people getting together for drinks and conversation, but their intention was to meet for sex.
He canceled on her. They rescheduled and he canceled again. Their date never happened. She called him a flake and that was the end of that. Except now that it had started, we knew it would happen again with someone else.
One of her friends from the BDSM fetish group told her that there was a guy in the group who’s birthday was coming up and who had asked for a birthday gift of a new woman to play with. He was into rope play and wanted someone to tie up. The friend asked my wife if she’d be interested. She passed it by me and soon this was set up to actually happen at the group’s next play party.
I don’t have a rope fetish and I found the whole thing a little weird. We talked for a bit before it happened about what it would entail and what I was OK with. There wouldn’t be an actual sex, as that was not the intention in the first place. But I agreed that my wife would get completely nude for him and that he would be able to touch her body.
“What if he wants to kiss me?” she asked. I was immediately excited by the idea. For some reason, I hadn’t specifically thought about kissing up until this moment. She could tell that I liked it. I told her I definitely wanted them to kiss. I wanted them to kiss a lot.
When the night came, she told me she would keep me updated by text message, although she wouldn’t be able to text while he was tying her up. I sat at home and eagerly awaited those messages.
The first one told me that she’d been hanging out with him but they hadn’t done anything yet. I asked if they had kissed yet and she said no, but that she would kiss him soon. Ten minutes passed before I got the next message telling me they’d been making out. Nothing else happened that night that excited me more than knowing she’d been kissing another man.
She was always quick to pick up on what turned me on, and in future cuckolding experiences she was always certain to tell me about kissing, and to make sure there was a lot of it. It wasn’t uncommon for her to go into more detail telling me about kissing another man than telling me about sucking his dick.
It was probably my encouraging her to kiss so much that led to her first serious boyfriend, despite the fact that we had agreed these experiences would be only about sex. She started seeing the one guy, but after the first date she told me all they’d done is talk and make out. Same after the second date. Not thinking about the emotional connection they were forming, I loved the idea that she would spend sometimes as much as six hours with the guy doing nothing more than making out.
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