I can't say precisely how long I had been aware of the cuckold side of my sexuality. However, that fantasy, where the love of my life would fuck another man, had steered my fantasies for a long time. At least, I had noticed it long before meeting my current girlfriend, Tiia, for the first time.
From the beginning of our relationship, I had often combined my dreams of being a cuckold with Tiia when we had sex. Fantasizing how a stranger fucked her, and I would watch.
However, I had never directly dared to confess my desire to anyone. This fetish sounds so perverse to many women and men, but with Tiia, it came naturally, almost unnoticed. In her way, she unconsciously gave me the opportunity, and I took advantage of it.
Over the years, I have often tried to abandon my dream and not think about it. Getting over it before forming a relationship with a woman would have been easier. However, I found that my mind was always returning to it. I had tried to get used to the idea that certain things are meant to remain only as dreams, unfulfilled fantasies. Luckily for me, Tiia changed that.
Something about her attitude and behavior made me come out of my shell and reveal the most secret part of my sexuality to her. Maybe it was partly due to the arousal she so often brought about in me with small things. However, she could also read my desires very well.
In hindsight, it was probably one of the best decisions of our relationship to open up to her, trust her, and surrender to her. That night, I finally became a cuckold for real, not only in my wild dreams.
I had been dating Tiia for a few months before our relationship-changing night. Our dating had started unexpectedly and was progressing rapidly. So fast that we practically lived together, even though I still had my apartment. I didn't spend much time at my there, but at Tiia's because it was easier from a practical point of view. We both went to work and returned home together, living everyday life like everyone else. We diligently planned for the future. A future together.
I was 35 then, and Tiia was six years younger than me. Tiia was a beautiful, cheerful, intelligent woman who always had an open mind. Unlike me, she was a very social person. In contrast, I enjoyed being in the background, watching, and listening. Perhaps this trait of mine was also part of my sexual side, or at least reflected it.
Tiia had long dark hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail. In her work as a paramedic, she had to keep her hair tidy. When she wanted to make herself beautiful for a party, for example, she often opened her hair, accentuating her slightly round face and wonderfully innocent smile, which was captivating. She had a normal body if described boringly, but I found it so arousing and sexy. It was the little extra here and there and the curves in the right places--plush butt, wonderfully curved hips, trimmed pubic hair. Delicious packaging from all angles, and I also knew it because I wasn't the only one Tiia looked at with that eye, far from the only one.
The most remarkable thing about her, apart from the external aspects, was that, like many women, she was not ashamed of herself. We talked about it often. I loved that she was happy with her body and could enjoy it when I watched her naked. She was also my first girlfriend who dared to tease me with erotic pictures. She would send me teasing, even naughty, pictures when we weren't together. I took it as a sign of her confidence, openness, and affection. I enjoyed it very much; those pictures often triggered my secret dreams, and I imagined how someone other than herself would have taken the photos.
I knew she had had several relationships before me and a couple of serious attempts to form a lifelong relationship. However, they had failed for one reason or another before I came along. I had never found it difficult to talk about her lively past, which she initially acknowledged. Tiia was often surprised by the openness I wanted. In her opinion, all men were naturally so jealous that they did not want to hear about their girlfriend's former lovers and conquests. So, I guess I was an exception in that sense as well. However, those conversations had never led to significant revelations or details, even though I had occasionally led Tiia there. Of course, I would have liked to have heard it all. She must have imagined that if everything were revealed, I would get angry, or our relationship would change irrevocably.
It was Friday night. We had both worked for a long week and decided to stay home and cook together instead of going out, even though Tiia had taken all the responsibility for cooking that evening. This was a pretty ordinary pattern for us: food, good wine, and laughter that would end in passionate sex that would last long into the night. After that, we would cuddle until morning. At least, that's how the previous evenings had often gone; I didn't expect anything else.
Tiia was dressed very casually in just a t-shirt and black panties. She knew I loved watching her in a slightly revealing outfit and often teased me that way. Barefoot, occasionally giving me an unrestricted look at her amazing butt, she reached for spices from the shelf, and we talked about everything. I sat at the kitchen table, keeping the conversation going and enjoying the company of my loved one after a hard week. My gaze wandered, examining her body like this was the first time I saw it. It was part of our foreplay that we both knew and enjoyed. She knew I loved watching her and wanted to tease me. She had enjoyed it from the beginning, and I didn't hide my voyeuristic role either. Why would I? The only difference between us was that Tiia didn't know how far I was willing to take my role as a spectator.
Tiia loved erotic lingerie, high heels, and anything sensually arousing. I knew that she had several outfits in her wardrobe, so I dared to subtly hint to her how lovely it would be to watch her in a slightly more erotic outfit cooking food. This, too, was part of the habitual play before sex.
"I guess there's something other than food on your mind now." She chuckled quickly when she heard my suggestion.
"And I don't think your week was as hard as you led me to believe." She added, winking at me.
"You know me. You know what kind of impact you're having. You're like an illegal stimulant after work." I smiled back at her and tried to look seductive, only succeeding in eliciting her laughter.
She let me assume she needed persuasion, but I knew better. Instead, she just needed permission.
"All right, all right... I was planning to tease you a bit today. While cleaning the closet the other night, I found an outfit I hadn't used for a long time. I had forgotten that I even had it." Tiia said.
That sounded good to me.
"When did you buy it, honey?" I asked innocently.
For some reason, hope had arisen inside me. An opportunity. I thought it would have been bought for her by another man and not herself. Perhaps she could be encouraged to tell me about it. On the other hand, I had tried to approach the subject in the same way before, without success.
Tiia was silent for a moment as if weighing what she dared to reveal.
"It's a while ago. It was before us," Tiia said, perhaps with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
She tried to skip the question quickly. However, I knew that she was also used to telling me things about the past without worry. I, for one, just loved it when she talked about us as a couple.
"Mmm... probably Mike," I laughed and winked at Tiia.
This time, I tried to start the fire. Mike had been one of Tiia's long-term relationships. I had gotten the impression from our conversations that it was very much based on sex, which they both loved. Of course, Tiia hadn't directly acknowledged it. Unfortunately, she refused to tell me whenever I tried to learn more about their relationship. Maybe I can get her to open up, I thought once again.
I got up from my chair and moved behind Tiia. I took her from behind in my arms, kissing her neck. She loved it when my lips barely touched the delicate skin on her neck and how it made the hair on her skin wake up. I knew how easily the touch of my lips aroused her. Lips that moved to her neck while my hands made a supposedly innocent exploration of her body. That's how it went, one part of our foreplay.
"I want to see that outfit," I whispered in her ear in a low voice.
"Now?" Tiia asked, sighing to the beat of my kisses.
"Yes, right now, honey."
"But what about the food?"
I gave her another kiss and turned her in the direction of the bedroom, and slapped her butt to give her a boost.
"Go do your magic, and I'll get the table ready." Tiia seemed hesitant for a moment but then started to sip nicely toward the bedroom. She looked over her shoulder with a smile before disappearing around the corner.
I set the table and turned off the stove. I put lids on top of the dishes. There was still a tiny chance we would have time to eat before morning. I quickly checked everything in the kitchen and moved to the living room to sit in an armchair. I could see Tiia as soon as she ventured out of the bedroom.
I was getting hard. Not only because I was about to have incredible sex with my beloved but also because the lingerie she would soon show me and where I could admire her was bought by another man. I knew that the man had been able to admire my loved one with it on. Touch her, kiss her, fuck her. Just the thought of that happening was so arousing for me.
I heard she was busy in the bedroom, and I wanted to go and have a look, but I restrained myself and took a relaxed position. I could feel my cock getting harder by the minute, but it wasn't visible through my sweatpants yet. Still, I couldn't help but touch myself a little. My thoughts drifted to the situation of my dreams, where Tiia would be in the bedroom with another man.
The man would undress her and touch her body. They would kiss, and I would hear Tiia's sigh and desire. God damn, I thought. I'm back with this idea. How on earth could I reveal my dream, and how could I make sure I didn't ruin everything with it? It had been bothering me for a long time. The dream seemed stronger in my mind than it had been in a long time.
As such, I was not ashamed of my desire and fantasy. I had made peace with it a long time ago. I was scared. I was scared of how Tiia would react to it and how it would change her attitude towards me and our relationship. However, during our months together, I had begun to think that Tiia favored a faithful, monogamous relationship. So did I; for me, cuckolding was just a different matter. That would not be cheating. That would not be sharing our love. My feelings were not a problem here. I woke up from my thoughts when Tiia appeared in the doorway smiling.
