Re: My true story

Genuine Cheating Leads To Healing Threesome
Part of my desire to see L have sex with other men must come from an experience we had years ago, when we were first married.

We had just graduated college and were working jobs in the city where we went to college. The summer after she graduated, L had a part-time job cleaning dorm rooms. It was boring work, but she liked the people she worked with. There was an international group of college kids working there. She had co-workers from Asia and the Middle East, people who would not fly home for the summer. One of these co-workers was Sam, a kind, good-looking fellow from Yemen. Sam was not his real name, but an approximation of his name. He was a master’s student in electronic engineering. Sam was a very good guy, and we were all good friends. I knew L had a crush on him because of our pillow talk. The idea of her with another guy already turned me on then. The idea of L fooling around with Sam was part of our fantasy life.

L’s summer job ended, and that fall she got a different job, but we still socialized with Sam. Back then we had parties every night, which meant that friends would come by to smoke and drink wine, maybe eat some good chocolate. That fall, we taught Sam about the pleasures of 420 as we sat around in L’s-and-my little apartment.

Then I got a job working overnights. L’s shift would be over at 10, and mine would begin then. We spent mornings together before she would leave in the afternoon, and I would try to get some sleep. L would socialize sometimes after she got off work, but I had to catch parties on my nights off. It was not optimal, but it payed the rent.

One morning when I came home from work, L asked me to go to the bakery with her. There was a small bakery a block from our apartment. Looking back, I wonder if she chose this setting to keep me from getting too emotional, like a person might with a breakup. What she had to tell me devastated me at the time. It was only later, when I had settled down, that I could press her for details.

What she told me was that she had gone to Sam’s the night before, and she ended up sucking his cock. She and he were sitting on the couch when he started stroking her hair. I believe she laid her head in his lap and he continued to stroke her hair. It was then that she undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. She was surprised by how big it was, considerably bigger than mine. Much thicker. She said that it was difficult to suck. Suck it she did, though. He tried to take off her pants, but she was not comfortable sharing her pussy without consulting me first. The blowjob was as far as she was willing to go that night. In the end, she swallowed his cum. This was something she was not even doing for me, but she wanted to impress him.

This story makes me very hot now, more than twenty years later, but at the time it was very difficult to accept. We had not been married long, and I felt completely betrayed. I had all sorts of complex feelings about the experience. What made it even stranger is the way that, after crying to L, who apologized over and over, I would use this cuckolding in our sex life. It turned me on at the same time that it hurt me deeply.

In the end, the only way to truly heal the pain of her cheating was to have a threesome. It sounds counter-intuitive, but by having a threesome, I was no longer left out of their relationship. L and my sex life had to expand to include her experience with Sam, and it did. A year after she sucked him off, we had moved to another city, and Sam came to visit us. We had plenty of room in our apartment in the new city, so he stayed with us. We had sex twice. The first time was a threesome, and the second time I sat and watched Sam fuck L. This was the first time he had access to her pussy, and I got to witness it. Later, she told me that it was quite uncomfortable fucking that big cock. She did not cum with him. Alas. Still, it was what our relationship needed.

That has been almost 18 years. Since then, so much has changed. I suspect that after 9/11, Sam moved back to Yemen. L and I agree that, if we could find him again, she would love to get fucked by that big cock. She is older now, and she can take so much more. Now she loves to be stretched open, and she feels like she could really handle his big size.

Sex is interesting because it is fueled by our deep emotional feelings, whether good or bad. This painful experience has been so potent precisely because it was painful. Now, I sometimes dream that L had fucked him that first night. I feel the anguish and arousal that is so unique to a cuckolding. Nowadays, we agree that the way of betrayal is too painful–I would cheat on L a few years later–but that it is okay for her to want other men. In fact, I want other men for her maybe more than she wants other men for herself. Any cuckolding that goes on must be above-the-board. The adventure is too fun to miss out on any of it.