Every word of this story is true. My wife enjoys sex with other men. Here is how it all happened.
I am not your garden variety cuck. I started this whole thing by asking permission to fuck other women because, after seventeen years of marriage, sex was boring and infrequent. I had tried everything to rekindle the fire but in the end, it all just felt like pressure to her and this was creating more stress than it was worth. So eventually, I said that I wanted to be able to get additional sexual release elsewhere.
My wife was shocked and upset upon hearing this, and for a time she tried to get herself in the mood more often and sex did increase briefly, but it soon fizzled out again. It seemed that other priorities always got in the way and she was tired and not that interested in sex.
So I came to her again with the idea, saying that we should at least try it once. I said I could go out and hook up with someone and text her about it, so she could hopefully feel more comfortable with it and maybe, on some level, she might find it exciting. This did turn her on as an idea but only in fantasy, and she got seriously powerful orgasms out of thinking about me fucking other women but repeated over and over that this was never going to happen in real life.
We enjoyed the fantasy stuff and seeing how this got her juices going. I, of course, asked her to tell me about her fucking another man while she jerked me off. She played along with this and I came so hard the first time she did this that we both realized this was a bit of a thing for me. We got into a real rhythm with this and pretty soon it became our go-to fantasy while making love.
All this was a pretty great discovery and seemingly out of nowhere it had got us into a more regular and exciting sex-life. After some time had passed, one night in the heat of passion, I said to her that I would love her to actually do it in real life…
For the same conservative reasons she denied my having sex with other women, she said no to this idea too. She said she didn't want sex with other men in real life. She didn't like the idea that I thought she might be interested in other men, and she was upset with the thought that I would not be jealous if she did. She wanted me to be too jealous to allow such a thing, This is because she equated my jealousy with my love and desire for her. To her, no jealousy meant I didn't love her or desire her.
She liked the idea of me being possessive of her and interpreted my willingness to share her as indifference. I protested that she had it all wrong, that I could only consider this from a place of complete security and love and trust in her and our relationship. I said that I was deeply and passionately in love with her and that this was an expression of that love.
I told her that I had merely discovered that the idea of being able to give her this pleasure was profoundly satisfying to me. That the thought of seeing her pleasured by other men was extremely erotic. She eventually accepted that I was being sincere, but nevertheless misguided, and she still insisted that she was not interested.
She asked me how I could even offer for her to have sex with other men, given that she had denied me that same freedom. She said I must be confused, that this was not real, and that I would become bitter and angry about it if she took up my offer. She thought this was a trap for us both, that I was deluding myself and once I woke up from that delusion and she had done it, then it would be too late and I would hate her for that.
She also said that she would not be able to look me in the eye after having sex with another man, knowing that I really wanted to be the one having sex with other women while she stayed monogamous. Yet, here I was saying that I would be content to allow her that very same freedom and stay monogamous myself, and would enjoy her having that experience even if I could not.
Something started to develop in me after talking this through with her. It was very clear to both of us that this actually was a deeply unfair thing. Yet the more I thought about that, the more excited I became. Somehow that unfairness was incredibly erotic to me. I could see that the very idea that she could fuck someone else and enjoy that freedom even when I could not, was mind-blowing to me.
I was taken by the idea of her agreeing to experience the amazing high of having other lovers while being loved and encouraged by her partner, and at the same time, denying that pleasure to the person who actually wanted it for himself. I so totally wanted that feeling, and yet I was offering to stay monogamous and let her have it instead.
Here I was, wanting so badly to have that experience myself, yet trying to convince my reluctant wife to take this from me for her own pleasure. The idea that she might decide to try it was keeping me up all night with gut-twisting hard-ons. The hypocrisy, the injustice, the unfairness, her pleasure, all of it was the sweetest, deepest, and most erotic pain for me.
The thought of loving her so much that I could give that freedom, filled me with even more love. I learned that this feeling is called compersion, and I had it in spades. I felt such passion for her. I was gripped with the strongest desire to see her in sexual ecstasy with another man. It was a chicken and egg thought process. My desire to deny myself and give this to her made me feel compersion, which in turn made me want to express my love to her through giving her experiences with other men because only this would fully express the selflessness that is intrinsic to the compersion itself.
Now that I felt this compersion, it would have been enough on its own to make me desire for her to have this freedom, and yet in what seemed like a contradiction, it was that bitter twist of being denied the very same pleasure that really gave it the kick. How could I feel compersion - selfless love - for her and yet be all twisted up with the sense of the unfairness of it all? This was some crazy fucked up shit, and yet somehow it was the sexiest, and most potent turn-on imaginable. Somehow I was able to have all these thoughts running around in my head and still remain sane!
It became clear to me that this was not so much about her merely having sex with other men for my pleasure, but that she would come to desire it for her own pleasure.
I wanted her to begin to crave it herself, and that this eventually would become something driven by her on her terms. I wanted her to embrace this freedom by doing her own thing whenever she wanted even if it meant without me even being there or knowing about it. The thought that this might eventually become something she just does to enjoy herself whenever she likes, like a hobby, became the gold standard of my fetish.
I based my fantasy life for her on my own best-of-all-worlds sex-life for me if I was to have this freedom. I imagined a life where I was having sex with other women with her full support and encouragement and that she found this extremely sexually satisfying. I had his idea that I would come home late from work having visited a lover on the way home, and she would kiss me as I came through the front door and ask if I had a good day and a lovely fuck to finish it off.
She would ask me to tell her about it later, after dinner, when we would have beautiful intimate and loving sex. In this fantasy, I was being loved by my wife with her body and with her encouragement to enjoy the bodies of other women too, so that I had the best sex life possible, but all encased in her love. This is what I then wanted to sacrifice and give to her while I stay faithful.
But alas, she just wasn't into it in the real world…
Then one day, after another year of experiencing this only in fantasy, I said to her that surely we could at least do some online flirting between her and potential lovers but never carry through with it. She agreed to this as it seemed like innocent fun, so we set up an account or two and posted some images of her in sexy outfits without showing her face.
Pretty soon she was getting offers and was in conversation with lots of guys wanting to fuck her. She got really so wet over this, I could tell that there was part of her that really wanted to be able to do this but could not make herself admit it. So I said one day, that it would be super-hot to book a room in a posh hotel and then spend the evening in the bar and watch her flirting with men, then we could go to our room together and fuck like crazy - just the two of us.
I was surprised when she immediately said ok to this idea. She agreed on the basis that it was strictly flirting only.
We had the best night ever. She had three different guys chat with her and all three of them could see she was available and they each tried to get her to sleep with them. She did not take up the offers though, but carried out our plan and excitedly went together directly from the bar - with plenty of groping and kisses in the lift on the way - to fuck ourselves stupid for the next few hours in our room.
We fantasized that she actually had taken one of the men back to the room and I pretended to be that guy and we role-played it. The sex we had that night was so good. I could tell that imagining this had actually happened for real was starting to take hold of her and that perhaps she was regretting not fucking one of those guys when she had the chance.
We did this a couple more times until one night, one of the guys she met the first night was there again - a business guy from interstate. His name was Neil. He was the one she liked from the first night.
Initially, she did not notice him there but then he came over with a big smile and said, "Hi," and bought her a drink. (He had remembered what she drank last time, which impressed her)
After she chatted with him for twenty minutes or so, they were touching each other and laughing and she started playing with her hair unconsciously, and I could see her foot was starting to touch and rub up and down the inside of his ankle as she sat on the barstool next to him, her head tilted and her breasts pushed forward. I saw this was not the 'put on' flirting we had choreographed, but natural behavior.
It was so incredibly exciting to watch this, she was genuinely enjoying herself and I had a hard-on like you would not believe! I was sitting further away at another table texting her and I just could not help but say to her that if ever she was going to fuck someone else with my blessing, now was her chance. I said that it was totally fine for her to take him to our room and play. (I had put some condoms into her purse, and I texted this to her)
I noticed her reading my texts while still flirting with Neil, but without responding to me. The music was loud and their faces were very close as they spoke loudly to overcome the music, then suddenly he turned to kiss her. After a few moments hesitation, with her lips open and poised, hovering near his, her eyes darting over to me then back at him, she licked her lips and kissed him. I could see her tongue going into his mouth, and her eyes closed as she explored him and got lost in the moment. This was so incredibly erotic I nearly orgasmed right there and then!
She moved closer and grabbed the back of his head and kissed him passionately on the lips. Pretty soon she had her other hand on his upper thigh and he moved his hand on to her ass. I thought 'fuck, this is actually going to happen'. I frantically texted her, "Please, please fuck him, baby! I love you so much! Have fun! I will wait here in the bar. Text me when you can. Enjoy! xxxx."
After another few minutes, she glanced at her phone as she held it up behind his head so he could not see it, and then took his hand and stood up and led him out of the bar to the lifts, looking back over her shoulder at me quickly with a cheeky smile. This was going to be wild!
I waited a gut-wrenching fifteen minutes before I got my first text from her. "I am safe, he is a nice guy."
I replied with, "xxx have fun, my love! xxx," and a stack of love hearts. I was hanging on to the thought that she might just be fucking him because she wanted to and not just because I wanted her too. My mind was filled alternately with visions of her being fucked hard and fast, and then their bodies entwined in passionate slow thrusting and deep kissing, then him pumping ropes of hot spunk into her, and then her cumming hard as he plays with her wet dripping pussy.
It just about killed me but I waited for nearly an hour before she finally appeared back at the bar, holding hands with him. They spoke for a few minutes, kissed, and then he left. I went straight to her, and the look on her face was amazing. I knew at that moment that she had fucked him and had an unbelievable time.
We went straight back upstairs. Unlike other guys, I don't like another man's smell, or seeing another man's cum in my woman afterwards (although there was no cum on this occasion because he used a condom), because this was not meant to be about me being humiliated or emasculated, but rather about what I could give her sexually that most powerfully moved her.
So she immediately showered while I waited naked on the bed for her, my cock throbbing hard. As soon as she came out of the bathroom I jumped up and gave her the most passionate kiss and dragged her back on to the bed on top of me, then rolled her over and entered her. Sliding my cock into her wet pussy was so joyous, it was like having sex for the first time ever.
Man, oh man this was so hot. It was just a crazy level of excitement for both of us. We just rolled around kissing and fucking for the next six hours. She had really enjoyed the whole experience and without my prompting, she started talking about next time and what we could do and so on. She wanted to do this again and was not trying to hide the fact that she wanted it. She said she wanted to fuck Neil again. Just like that, she dropped the whole thing about only doing it for me. She had made the switch to thinking about her own pleasure as being the goal, from just one experience of it!
This change in her was so exciting to me. It was amazing how she had changed so fast to just wanting to be able to fuck other men whenever she wanted! Oh my god, all my dreams were coming true!
My head was buzzing with these thoughts. I had imagined her having some sort of post-coital remorse, even tears, saying that it was all a big mistake or that she should not have given in to my pressure or some such thing. Instead, it is like she has had a light-bulb moment, a sexual revolution, a personal transformation.
I fucked her from on top as we talked about this through heavy breathing. She was so beautiful in that moment, freshly fucked by another man (her first in 18 years), her hair messily arrayed around her on the pillow, her make-up still on and smudged despite her having showered, her skin flushed with excitement and desire. And, just looking into her eyes, I could see that she was well aware that I was thinking about how sexy she looked right then.
She seems to know how satisfied and happy she looked to me, and at the same time see written all over my face how happy I was that she had taken this freedom and pleasure for myself and was the one enjoying it. She could see that this was totally turning me on and that what I had told her about how I felt had been true all along. I thrust my cock deep as we looked into each other's eyes, climaxing with a long and intense orgasm, ejaculating a torent of sweet, thick cum into her delicious pussy while we both repeated the words, "I love you. I love you. I love you."
We lay back in each other's arms, resting. Then, after a long time, staring up at the ceiling, she said softly, "I get it now. I can see why you wanted to fuck other women and still have me love you. It really does feel amazing, I feel so loved and safe and desired. I am sorry I just couldn't do that for you. I just don't have your ability to cope with it all in real life."
"It is so amazing," she continued, turning to face me, "that you can give that to me. I think you truly are a wonderful man, and I know that you must really love me deeply."
She looked into my eyes for about thirty seconds, clearly fathoming my mind. She said, "I know that the twist for you is that I now just take this from you for myself. So I feel like I can be honest with you about how I feel."
Searching for the words, so spoke carefully, slowly, "For some time now...I have been fantasizing about being able to give in to actually doing this, like a battle with myself."
"I was worried about the morality of it, you know, from a fairness to you point of view.".
She paused, taking a breath "But I came to realise that just the fact that I am wrestling with these concerns proves that I really did want to try it because it does turn me on, but I needed to be sure you would not be hurt."
I hugged her as she said these words, softly kissing her cheek and caressing her hair. I urged her to continue, "I am listening, sweetheart..."
She touched her hand to her heart as she said, "It just hit me that you were sincere, that you genuinely wanted for me to experience something you knew would be awesome, and well,... I felt like I had to try it."
"I did not want to tell you this until the moment presented itself." she proclaimed. More quickly she continued, "I wanted it to be the right guy, and just the right feeling, the right place, the right time."
She continued, "It worked out so perfectly! Sex with Neil was lovely, I was so relaxed with him, but at the same time so turned-on. It was unbelievably exciting". She continued, "knowing that you were waiting for me in the bar all that time was deeply loving in my mind. I felt loved, cared for, protected... it gave my orgasms a deeper, more lush and intense feeling. It was sooo good baby!"
She concluded, "So I have taken up your offer, I have accepted this freedom, and now that I have, I love it. I really love it!"
This was truly joyous for me to hear. My heart was racing, my balls tingling, cock still throbbing.