This is a story about fantasy and cuckolding. A husband's infatuation with an idea that he may come to regret. If this is not your thing, please save yourself some time, and don't read it. If it is your thing, and you enjoy, please let me know.
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It would be just a few days before Travis and Christie's 16th wedding anniversary when everything played out as it did. Looking back, Travis remembered the cliche saying, "Be careful what you wish for" and felt like truer words have never been spoken.
Travis and Christie met after being set up by her coworkers. They were both single, and working for the same company. For some reason, her friends thought they may hit it off. And so 16 years later, I guess you could say they did. They had a couple of kids, yet at 39 years old, Travis thought his wife looked as sexy as she ever had.
Through a combination of good genes and a healthy lifestyle, Christie had always stayed in great shape. She was 5'7", just over 125lbs, and had an incredible 34D chest that made Travis hard every time he saw them. Though in no way conceited, Christie's breasts had always been a source of confidence for her, and she showed them off in a variety of tight-fitted t-shirts or casual button-ups she typically wore.
Over the years Travis had watched tons of guys ogling over her and had never minded at all. It had always been an ego boost for him. He felt proud of how gorgeous his wife continued to look throughout their marriage.
Though they'd seen their share of the typical ups and downs with their sex life, it was certain that both the time and intensity of the ups outweighed the downs. At certain points throughout their marriage, some catalyst would spark new energy and excitement to their love life, and they would feed off of this for weeks, enjoying some of the best sex of their marriage.
In recent years many of these catalysts came from Travis sharing some intimate fantasy he had and to her credit, Christie indulged almost every one of them. These fantasies had been a huge impetus for keeping the momentum of their sex life satisfying for them both.
There had only been one fantasy that she hadn't fulfilled for Travis, and he understood her reservations. It was difficult for even himself to try to make sense of why he fantasized about her being with another man.
And it wasn't just her being with another man: In many of Travis's fantasies, he was forced to watch her. He fully appreciated how absurd that sounded when he'd finally gathered the courage several months ago to share this embarrassing revelation.
Travis could remember that night vividly. It was a typical Friday evening, and after finishing almost 2 bottles of wine, he somehow managed to broach the topic as softly as he could. During the throes of their particularly wild lovemaking that night, Christie was on top of Travis, riding him hard and fast.
She looked down at him, seeing the look of sheer pleasure on his face, and seductively asked him what he was thinking about. It was a question she had asked frequently during sex, trying to entice him with dirty talk, and on some occasions, Travis would respond with some fantasy or thought that swirled in his head: about how he was picturing her cumming while watching her masturbate or imagining her finishing him in her mouth. Their typical bedroom banter often enhanced their love-making sessions, and in many cases, resulted in Travis finishing soon after.
But on this night, perhaps due to a combination of the many glasses of wine and the heat of the moment, Travis responded that he was imagining her getting fucked hard from behind. That in itself was not unusual. But after a follow-up from Christie to tell her more, he finally let it slip:
"With another guy," he said, caught up in the moment.
Christie stopped immediately.
"What?" she asked, shocked and confused.
Travis regretted it right away, but as Christie slowly resumed sliding up and down on him as if trying to draw the answer out of him, he decided to finally share the one fantasy he had withheld from her up to this point.
He began to tell her about how he often imagined her with another man while he was relegated to watching. She wasn't angry or judgmental, just seemed confused as she asked the questions one would imagine a wife would ask faced with such a revelation: Why would you want that? Don't you think you would be jealous? Don't you think that would ruin our marriage? etc.
All of Travis's answers attempted to ease her mind, and perhaps by some stroke of good fortune, warm her to the idea. However, he could read his wife well and while she didn't call him crazy or tell him she was disgusted by the idea, she certainly gave no indication she was in any way interested. Instead, they both simply let the discussion pass, and they awkwardly finished their now somewhat less passionate love-making session.
Neither of them brought the subject up again for several weeks, and Travis wasn't surprised. Truly, how many guys want to see their wife get fucked by another guy while he's forced to watch? At least that is what he was certain she was thinking. Travis, however, had been become quite familiar with the subject, having "researched" it well in the past via his online porn views. He knew that he wasn't that much of an outlier, there were certainly other men fascinated by it, at least according to what he read and saw online.
But eventually, the subject did come up again, and then again, and eventually they became more comfortable at least discussing Travis's interest. From Christie's perspective, it was a hard "no" at first, but over the course of several weeks, he felt like she may have become a bit intrigued by it as well. Or perhaps she was just really good at playing along for his benefit.
Once or twice, he even tried to slide it into their lovemaking discourse. Attempting to time it in a way that he convinced himself may somehow entice her, perhaps through the power of association, just as Christie was about to orgasm, Travis would whisper something about whether she was thinking of another guy making her cum. She would erupt shortly after, and he thought perhaps she may indeed be warming to the idea.
On one occasion, she had responded to him with a loud "Yes" before she climaxed, and Travis convinced himself that was a positive sign. Afterward, they lay together for several minutes before Christie began to ask many of the questions she had initially asked, such as: "Who would it be?"; "Where would we do it?"; and of course "Are you sure that wouldn't bother you? It could ruin our marriage".
All good points and all ones Travis had spent weeks coming up with the answers he felt would most ease her mind. He assured her it was something he had thought hard about and definitely wanted, it could bring them closer together, it didn't change how much he loved her, it may take their marriage to a new level, etc.
The truth was, while he had thought about it non-stop for so long, thinking of ways to convince his wife, more recently he found it combined with slight apprehension. It still aroused him to no end. But ironically, on the odd occasion she indulged him with some dirty talk about it during their lovemaking, he wondered if he may have reservations if it ever did come to fruition. But he told himself it didn't matter, there was no way she would actually go through with it, no matter how much he tried to sway her. So he pushed those fears aside, choosing to simply focus on and enjoy the intense arousal just the idea of it all brought him.
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Less than 2 weeks later, Travis and Christie were on a long-planned weekend get-away. Things had been hectic at home and work, and they were excited to get some time away from reality. The sex had been intense lately, and Travis hoped to capitalize on that momentum in a more intimate and private setting away from the fear of interruption from children.
There was plenty of wine, and just as it often had over the past few weeks, the topic of Travis' fantasy once again was brought up. This time Travis noticed Christie was asking for more specific details, particularly who would it be with? Travis suggested a stranger would be best, avoiding the chance of encountering them again or of them telling anyone they may know in their small town.
Christie understood the argument for it being a stranger, however, countered that they couldn't be sure a stranger would be safe, both from a physical standpoint or knowing that person's sexual background. She made a good case, and Travis found himself torn on how to overcome her reservations.
After a few moments of silence, Christie spoke up: "What about Alec?"
That caught Travis totally off guard. For several seconds, he wasn't sure how to respond. Alec was Travis's best friend. Though due to distance, they didn't see each other as often as they used to, they were still very close and had carried a special bond since they'd been roommates in their twenties.
Alec was 6 years younger than Travis, just a year younger than Christie. He is the tall dark and handsome type and the epitome of an extrovert: everyone who meets Alec instantly feels like they've known him forever. However, that charm hasn't always served him well and Alec is on his second marriage, this one going not much better than the first.
Travis was shocked to hear her suggest his name, and a quick pang of jealousy hit him immediately. He didn't think Christie had just closed her eyes at this moment and suddenly his name came to mind. He wondered if Alec's name had perhaps been going through her mind for some time.
However, not wanting to derail the momentum he'd made, he tried to hide his surprise and responded:
"Really? Alec?"
"Sure, I guess," she responded, trying to feign an equal sense of casualness as if his name just came to her.
"He's someone we already know, so feels safer. We know he's been married for a while so hasn't had a lot of recent sexual partners to be concerned about an STD or something. And I'm sure he would be honest and open if there was a concern." Then as if dismissing the notion, "Or do you think it would make it too weird on your friendship afterward?"
Travis thought for a minute, unsure how to respond.
"Hmmm. No, probably not. I guess that's an option," He responded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the idea.
He saw the slightest flicker in Christie's eyes as she took another sip of her wine.
