I never thought I would ever be telling anyone about a situation like this, let alone writing about it, but I have to get these strange new feelings off my chest. My name is Gary and I've been married to the love of my life, Cindy for about 15 years. We were each other's high school sweethearts and after dating all through college we got married and its been pretty good up until recently.
Our sex life has always been a good one, and I had no real complaints except that sometimes I felt like we were in a rut. I began to spend more time online reading sex stories and you can imagine my surprise when I came across the ones where guys wanted their wives to have sex with other men. At first the thought made my stomach twist. I didn't want to imagine Cindy with another man. The idea of her climaxing on another guy's cock repulsed me, and made me scared as hell she'd love his cock more than mine.
Well as you can guess, over time I kept reading those stories and I started to envision Cindy with other men. Now I can't get the thought out of my mind.
One night after one of our regular love making sessions we started to talk a little about what our fantasies were. Cindy mentioned that she had always wanted to be taken roughly and forced to accept my load deep inside of her. We always used condoms as she just felt more clean that way plus we could avoid pregnancy.
When she asked me what turned me on, before I even thought about it, I blurted out "I want to watch you fuck another guy." Her eyes widened at my words and she plunged her fingers into her pussy as she came. She quickly grabbed my 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 seed.
Afterwards we discussed what had happened and Cindy admitted to being turned on by the thought of being with another man, but felt that I was all she needed. We decided to keep it a fantasy and for the next few months, our sex was vastly improved as I pretended to be a string of men, some friends, some strangers, a couple times I pretended to be her handsome cousin Howie (that one surprised me a bit). Cindy 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 more than mine.
The game made me feel weird. On the one hand I was having great sex, on the other pretending to be cuckolding myself made me feel a little self conscious. Cindy would assure me that it was just sexy talk that got her more into the moment but she really seemed to enjoy the game a little too much.
Things escalated as our "stranger" sessions became more involved. We would go out to bars and such, where I would arrive separately and pick her up for a wild night of cheap sex. Her "husband" never the wiser.
One night as I went to meet her for one of our 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 "Maybe I'll play the game for real tonight, and you can come home to a well fucked wife." I smiled at her teasing.
"Just 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 and she'd probably just get a quick beer and head home, as she hung up.
As soon as I got to the office, it turned out that my partner had already gotten there ahead of me and since his night was already ruined he insisted I go and be with Cindy. Since she said she was going to our apartment I thought I would just meet her there and got back in record time. I started to relax and wait on my bride to arrive when I looked up and realized she was over an hour late from when she should have been home. Just as I was thinking of giving her a call, I saw headlights in the parking lot from the living room window.
I went to look and saw that Cindy had just pulled up, but there was another car pulling in right next to hers. The cars both shut off and I waited as Cindy climbed from her car only to walk over to the new car parked next to hers. She spoke to what looked like a younger looking guy for a few minutes then walked around and got into his passenger side door. My stomach began to twist. "She didn't just pick up a guy for real." I thought. As soon as this thought began to fester, this guy started his car again and slowly crept around the corner of the parking lot where its a bit dark. During the summer I've seen more than a few teenagers park back there and make out or whatever.
