My fascination with open marriage, hotwifing, and general cuckoldry developed over a period of years, stemming from an incident in my early twenties where I walked in on my then-girlfriend cheating on me with another guy. While we ultimately fought and broke up, and while I was racked by feelings of extreme jealousy and inadequacy, I remember also feeling more than just a little aroused by the whole thing.

Fast-forwarding to my late thirties, by then I had discovered cuckold porn in various newsgroups and free sites and was indulging in all sorts of fantasies. At the same time, I was happily married to a wonderful, attractive woman, and raising two young boys. Our sex life was great, although maybe a little boring, but my wife was into spicing things up with x-rated movies, games, etc, so we were still going fairly strong. Sometimes my fantasies would work their way into my mind during our lovemaking, but up to this point, I never could get aroused by picturing my wife in one of my cuckold or hotwife fantasies. until one of my wife's ex-boyfriends entered the picture.

We'll call him "Pete" for this story, and he was her first real flame, and while she moved on and dated a couple of other guys before me, she had gone back to Pete as a friend with benefits throughout those relationships. She told me this right before we got married, because apparently I was the first guy (not for long) where this had not happened, because she was convinced I was the one. This made me a little jealous at the time, but I got over it, and never really thought about it again.

So imagine my surprise when one day after work, my wife saunters up to me and asks if we can talk. Uh-oh. Nothing bad, she says, just wanted to let you know that Pete, my long-lost ex, has moved into the area temporarily for work, and wanted to catch up with me over dinner. She said that of course she could say no, but since nothing would happen, would I be ok with it? This was the first time my wife truly popped into one of my in-mind fantasies in an erotic way. While I was also a bit jealous, I got a little hard. I thought to myself, "what if more than nothing happened?" But I was still probably a little too jealous, and my hard-on went away. Still, I thought that maybe this could lead to the fulfillment of my fantasies, so what's the harm in a dinner to at least get a small fire started? If I am truly unable to go further, my feeling was, she would leave it at one dinner, and that would be that. So off she sent with Pete, and was back in about 90 minutes, and I was pretty sure that truly nothing did happen. I was relieved, but also oddly turned on at the same time. So this was when I decided to let my wife in on my fantasies.

Specifically, the following night, my wife and I had dinner reservations at one of our favorite restaurants. After a couple of cocktails, I worked up the courage to tell her everything, about how I was starting to envision her with another man, and how it turned me on, and how I would not necessarily mind if she and Pete progressed beyond a friendly dinner. At first, her reception was one of shock and surprise. I think she was generally flattered that I thought she was hot enough to pull this off, but I think she felt a little weird about it. Still, she didn't necessarily violently reject the idea, just kind of gave it a "cold shoulder."

We didn't really speak about my fantasies much again until we went on vacation with some friends of ours later that summer (about a month after her "dinner date"). I think it was our second night staying at the shore house, that we both drank way too much red wine prior to bed time. Normally, we would be pretty inhibited, what with the kids sleeping a few doors down, plus our friends and their kids. But it was late, we were drunk, and we started fooling around. it was then, in the throes of passion, just prior to penetrating my wife, that I asked her again if she would be into doing something and letting me watch, or at least have sloppy seconds. This time she didn't say anything right away, but once we had started fucking, she screamed "Yes!" As in yes, she was interested. Before I came, she warned me - "You better really want this, because this is your last chance to back out". I was so excited I exploded on the next thrust. Not long after, we both passed out.

We didn't talk about our little pact that night again, for a while. I was not sure how to approach the topic, and I don't think my wife was either. One of my stipulations all along was that if she was going to hook up and likely have sex with someone, that I would be included n the process. So I became concerned when about a month later, my wife started acting a little strange, like she was hiding something. And she was trying really hard, almost too hard, to initiate things in the bedroom. When I finally asked what was going on, she broke down and admitted she had started fucking Pete, her ex. She had felt awkward about telling me, then felt even worse once the first time happened, but she also couldn't get enough of the excitement.

So a big fight ensued - but after things had calmed down, I realized the whole situation was at least partially, if not mostly, my fault. So we made up, and I asked my wife if she would consider instead abiding by the one rule I had initially set forth. She agreed, and then promptly informed me that she already had plans to see him again that Friday night!

Holy shit - I was jealous and turned on at the same time. This would be my first time preparing her for a date - wow! Again, both turned on, super hard and jealous at the same time. I felt another twinge of jealousy when she asked me if I wanted them to use a condom. My wife was on the pill, and pretty good about remembering it, so I sort of dumbly said, "It's up to you." She said, "Fine - just so you know, I've been letting him cum inside me. We know each other, and I am sure nothing will happen". Again - holy shit! My world was rocked - but I was still so turned on, I was able to power through the jealousy - I had always been turned on by the thought of fucking my wife with a filthy pussy, and now it was going to be a reality!

The night of our first official cuckold date night I helped her pick out a sexy combo of mini-sweater dress (it was fall now), and thigh-high boots. She looked insanely hot. Their data was about forty-five minutes outside of town, so we were both less worried about her being seen - and she would not divulge what hotel he was staying at for business, but I had a few guesses.

While she was gone, I was a bundle of nerves, hoping I'd be able to perform when she got back, and also helping she would still have something left for me. So I put the kids to bed, drank a couple of glasses of whisky, and waited. Around eleven, I got a text that she was on her way, and that "she had fun, and would enjoy telling me later". Instant erection! When she showed up at the door, I had no idea what to expect - but there she was, her hair and makeup a complete mess. It was obvious what had happened, but just to be sure I got the message, without saying anything, she guided my hand up under her dress, while kissing me with LOTS of tongue, right there in our doorway.

What I felt under her dress, between her legs, was mind-blowing, and the first big step to getting us both hooked on the lifestyle. She had guided my hand to her recently waxed pussy. It was wetter than I had ever felt it, but not only that, it felt as if it had been stretched wide, like REALLY wide. Clearly, she had been fucked, and fucked good.

She whispered as much in my ear as I felt her up. She told me Pete loved her pussy bald, and she had cum almost ten times throughout the course of the night. She put her hands down my pants, and began stroking my rock-hard cock. Between gasps for breath, and while still fingering her filthy pussy, I asked her how many times he came. She replied, "Four." Four! Good Lord, this dude was serious competition. I asked her where he came - she said, "inside me, each time." This further invigorated my erection, although it also made me a little jealous again but her vigorous stroking was almost too much.

I was about to cum, so I tried to slow myself down by walking her into our family room and sitting her down on the couch. From there, I kissed her neck while fondling her breasts, and then lifted her skirt again, with the intention of eating her cum filled pussy. I noticed that the black panties she had worn were gone. I asked her about it, and she mentioned that she left them at the hotel. Again, wow, can't believe this is happening.

Anyway, as I moved in to go down on her, I fully removed my shoes and pants - I was hard, and needed freedom! Anyway, as I went in, I noticed that she definitely smelled different than usual - literally, like cum. This was weird, but again, I was so turned on, I just powered through it. I probably didn't do as good a job as usual, but I did make my wife cum after a few minutes, and the taste of her freshly fucked pussy was intoxicating. Yes, it was a little weird, and I tried not to think about the other dude's cum, but the experience had me close to orgasm.

I had been stroking myself the whole time, so I could jump up after the same, and fuck that filthy pussy. But there was a problem. I was TOO turned on, and as she came, I realized I was on the verge. I leaped up and tried to stick it in, but as cock got near her, I exploded. All over her sweater dress, and the couch - then my cock finally slid in. Still felt great, but wasn't exactly the experience I had wanted. She was laughing hysterically, and I was, well, spent.

But after we went to bed, we both knew we wanted to do this again. Especially her. And I had kind of mixed feelings, but the excitement still won out. According to her, his cock was a little smaller than mine, thank God, but he had more stamina, and was better at fucking. Not exactly what you want to hear, but still, at least he didn't have a foot-long dong. Anyway, after this first date, we were hooked, and off to the races.