This story revolves around myself and my gf, how we navigated the fantasy of cuckolding, and ultimately how we took the plunge and had our first experience and the subsequent meetings with that same partner. Names have been altered for anonymity.
I (Jake, 30 as of writing) am an Asian male of Chinese descent born and raised in Canada. I have always associated my identity culturally as Canadian, and have always been attracted to white women. Physically I am pretty average at 5'10" (178cm), roughly 145lbs (66kg), in decent shape, and slightly above average looks (6-7/10?). The averageness also applies for my genitals which measure 5.2" (13cm) in length and 4.7" (12cm) in girth, uncircumcised and curving towards the right. Though from the 2 women I've asked, my balls may be a little smaller than average.
She (Katherine, 29 as of writing) is a White female of mixed French and Dutch descent born and raised in Canada, she's had mostly white partners up until her interest in Asian cultures (especially Japanese and Korean) during her university years led her to start dating Asian men. She's on the taller side for a woman at 5'9" (176cm), roughly 145lbs (66kg), in decent shape, and squarely above average in looks (7-7.5/10?). She has light brown hair and striking eyes (in French the color is called pers, the closest description in English is probably a mix of blue/grey/green). She has milky white skin, C-cup breasts which are a nice handful, pale saucer nipples which are sometimes inverted (though only a little), and a great, round ass.
As is common amongst couples who are into ethical non-monogamy (cuckolding/hotwifing/swinging), I was the one who brought it up at first. I told her early on when we were dating that I would be interested in this.
I became interested in an ethical non-monogamous relationship after processing the hurt from an ex who had cheated on me, and finding that alongside the negative emotions of inadequacy, jealousy, anger, and sadness, there was also arousal in the mix. Many years later and many relationships later, I had come to terms that this was something I wished to try.
Past partners did not always receive this proposal well, but Katherine was very understanding, patient and open to the idea. She was a precocious teen and had her first sexual experiences at 14, when her self-esteem was low and saw love as a return on providing sex. Though she's learned to love herself now, she had some wild experiences earlier on, and what's stayed with her as turn-ons are MFM, free-use, gloryholes, breeding, deepthroating, among others.
Before I begin, I wanted to note that I intend this series to be a recollection of our relationship with our first "bull" or "third". I have solid dates for some things, but not for others. However, I will list the date as often as possible. Everything in this story will be real or grounded in reality (I won't remember what was said between rounds 1 and 2 of her 4th encounter with our third for example, and may paraphrase/embellish where necessary).
There will be another story for some of the fantasies we have about future encounters in our ENM dynamic which will be solely fiction.
The dates won't always be in chronological order, and it won't be in sequential order of when I was first made aware of an event. I will edit the sequence to provide the most entertaining read. Most of it will be from my perspective, but some of it will be details of what she thought and felt, which I would have learned later from talking to her over the years.
May 22nd 2022 - First date
We set a meeting time of noon. She arrived late by about half an hour saying she overslept, but the weather was really nice so I didn't mind hanging around the park. We'd been flirting and talking for a week and I was looking forward to meeting her. When she did arrive, we talked about goals, aspirations, likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc. I had brought my guitar and serenaded her while she sang along. Then onto a local cafe for brunch and continued to talk about everything and nothing, she was particularly interested in learning about Chinese culture, mentioning that she had dated a few Japanese (2), one Korean and one Indian before.
Near the end of brunch, she laid her cards on the table. She really liked me but she was not looking for anything serious. She had just gotten out of a 2 year toxic relationship, after 2 previous also toxic relationships, and she just wanted to have fun. She was very open about me not being the only person she was going on dates with, and if I was okay with that she'd like to continue to meet me.
I was a little disappointed to hear this, but took some time to think about it. She was undoubtedly very attractive and I think we got along great. I was not however, the type to pursue casual relationships, having never had a one-night stand before and probably never will. All of my relationships thus far had been 6-months+ (even including the first one I had in high school when the average couple lasted 1 month if that). Nevertheless, it was the first time I felt such a strong connection with someone, and from the first meeting. Somewhere deep down inside, I believe that I was prioritizing stability over anything else, and had went for partners that I didn't really have a real spark with. Something inside me urged me to say yes, so I agreed to keep it casual and see where it went.
A few hours later, she went back to prepare for her next work shift, and we said goodbye at our cars with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, and a promise to set a second date.
May 21st 2022 - Stress relief
She told me that she was late because she overslept, and while this was true, she was not coming from her apartment, instead she had come straight from the bed of her booty call, let's call him Terry. Though I have few details, I do know that he was white, and the type of guy interested in the manosphere. He was "self-employed" so pretty much free all the time. She never gives her number, or social media accounts, and communicates only through Tinder. Perfect for her needs.
The night before we met, she was having a particularly rough shift at work at a crisis call center. It had been around 3 months since she was single and a month prior she finally got over the slump of exiting a toxic relationship and had began swiping through dating apps again.
He was available, skilled and had endless stamina. So at 3am, after her shift, she meets him, as she would after a bad date, a disappointing hookup, or a stressful shift. He fucked her to exhaustion and left a load or two in her. She would continue meeting him while we dated.
