As I get older, I find it arousing to recount past experiences. My name is Mark and I am married to the love of my life, Beth. We met in high school and after dating a few years we got married.
Our sex life has always been a good one, although sometimes I felt like we were in a rut. Spending more time online reading sex stories, I found myself turned on by the ones where guys wanted their wives to fuck other men. The stories made me curious. I couldn't help but imagine Beth with another man. The idea of her climaxing on another guy's cock excited me, and made me wonder if she'd enjoy a longer thicker cock more than what I could offer.
Over time I became obsessed and I couldn't get the thought Beth with other men out of my mind. One night after one of our regular love making sessions, we advanced a conversation about what our fantasies were. Beth has always enjoyed the thought being taken roughly and forced to accept a cum load deep inside her pussy. To most people this would not be strange. It was for us as we used condoms as our method of birth control.
Beth asked me, "if right now, I could do one thing for you what would be your strongest turn on be?"
Before I even thought about it, I blurted out "Beth, I want you to fuck another man. I want to watch you fuck another man."
Her eyes widened at my words and she added part of her own fantasy, "oh yes, and I'll let him cum in my pussy."
With that she plunged her fingers into her vagina and she came. She then grabbed my trojan coated cock and forced me inside her. I can't remember her ever being that wet. The bed was literally soaked in her juices by the time I shot off, filling the condom with my sperm.
Afterwards we discussed what had happened and Beth admitted to being turned on by the thought of having sex with another man, but assured me that I was all she needed. We decided to keep playing the cuckold fantasy and for the next few months, our sex was amazing as I pretended to be a string of men, some friends, some strangers.
To aid the experience I bought a penis extender. With the extender we both knew that it wasn't my cock causing her pleasure and orgasms. It was however only the 2 of us in the room. So innocent fun, right?
We even enacted a rape fantasy that Beth had. Beth became multi-orgasmic as she rode her fantasy lovers and talked dirty about all the things "they" were doing to her and how much more she loved "their" cocks than mine. Beth really enjoyed playing the cheating wife.
Although I enjoyed the games immensely, they made me feel strange. On the one hand I was having great sex, on the other my wife was really getting in to being fucked by a larger cock and talking about other men. Beth would assure me that it was just sexy talk that got her more into the moment but I started to believe there would come a point where she would cuckold me.
The fantasies escalated as our "Beth fucks a stranger" sessions became more involved. We would go out to bars and arrive separately. Beth would play and flirt with other guys. She would dance closely and sometimes even kiss other men.
One fellow in particular (Richard) seemed to be a the bar many times when we were. Beth danced with him a lot. Across the dance floor I could see him squeeze her ass. I saw them French kiss. At one point I was sure I saw Beth stroke the length of cock through his pants.
In the end, I would always be the one that picked her up for a wild night of cheap sex at her home while her "husband" was away on business. Her "husband" never the wiser.
One evening as I went to meet her for one of our pick-up dates, I was called in to work at the last minute. I called her at the bar just as she arrived and told her we had to scrap our plans and I would meet her home in a few hours.
At this she playfully said "Well we don't have to scrap our plans if I play the game for real tonight, and you can come home to a well fucked wife."
I smiled at her teasing and said, "Well Beth, if you are going to fuck a stranger from a bar make sure he wears a condom." We giggled a bit at the situation and I said, "I'll see you at the apartment a little later sweetheart."
She told me she loved me but since she had already ordered a beer she'd finish it and head home. Then she added "as long as the opportunity to cheat on you doesn't arise." Then she hung up.
When I arrived to work, the problem turned out to be a quick fix. Beth wasn't picking up her phone and since she said she was going to go home I thought I would just meet her there. Once home I relaxed and waited for Beth to arrive. She seemed to be taking a long time drinking that beer and when I looked up at the clock realized I'd been home well over an hour already. Just as I was thinking of giving her another call, I saw headlights in the driveway from the living room window.
I went to look and saw that Beth had just pulled up, but there was another car pulling in right next to hers. As I had parked in the garage, she didn't know I was already home. The cars both shut off and I watched as Beth climbed from her car and walked over to the new car parked next to hers. She spoke to what looked like a younger looking guy for a second, then leaned into his car and kissed him.