Two years ago our lives changed forever; Emily fulfilled my fantasy of her being with another man.
I don’t think that I’d always fantasized about seeing my significant other with another man, but I think it is a fantasy that was built little by little, over time.
College
[pullquote_left]Once we began having sex, it was something that we enjoyed, of course, but it never played that vital a role in our relationship.[/pullquote_left]Let me start from the beginning, Emily and I began dating our freshman year of college. We were quick to fall in love and our thoughts quickly turned to marriage, but we waited until she had finished school and I was into my second year of law school before we wed. October of 2005 we married. Our wedding was beautiful, Emily being the shining star of the ceremony, we began our lives together as husband and wife.
Up until the wedding, our sex life had been going fine. Not the ravenous sexuality of 2 twenty-somethings, but I think we were both happy. We didn’t begin having sex until about a year before the wedding. I guess we both had some sort of romantic notion of waiting until the time was right, neither of us had been with anyone else and were content to wait. Once we began having sex, it was something that we enjoyed, of course, but it never played that vital a role in our relationship. After we were married however, I began feeling unfulfilled in our once a week sexual romp, and I knew deep down that Emily must have felt the same. Not that I didn’t immensely enjoy our time together, but I knew that I wasn’t as fulfilling as my beautiful bride deserved. So, I guess this fantasy for me at least was built brick-by-brick of wanton desire to see Emily truly satisfied, to see her happy and sexually free.
A Fantasy Forms
Alas, like most fantasies, this one was destined to go unfulfilled. We men for some reason have a hard time trusting our partners with these most intimate desires. We marry, devote our lives to, share the bed of, cook, clean, stress over money, and tend to each other when sick, but for some reason our sexual happiness is something that too many couples would never dream of mentioning, let alone mention of our deepest, darkest fantasies.
Dropping The Bomb
Brick-by-brick my fantasy continued to build, it became almost all consuming of my sexual thoughts. Every time we had sex I became aroused at the thought of seeing her, beautiful, completely satisfied. Then once it ended I wondered if Emily had any sort of deep desire for something more than I could give her. Something more exciting, bigger, longer lasting, more creative. Then it happened a few weeks after our 4th anniversary. We were out eating when I said “Em, I’ve been having this fantasy.” Hardly looking up from her food she asked what it was, expecting some boiler plate male fantasy to come across the table, I told her I desired to see her truly happy in bed with another man. She dropped her fork, look up, her eyes wide, hoping she didn’t hear me right (or maybe hoping she had) and asked me “What?” I took a deep breath, realizing this was it, I opened my mouth and now she was going to be disgusted by me and this was it. I was planning where I’d live next when she kicked me out of the house as for some unknown reason I said it again.
“I have been fantasizing about seeing you with another man.”
Well, needless to say, she did not leave me, though the rest of that dinner was spent mostly pushing food around our plates until the silence overcame us and we headed home. Slowly our conversations became more engaged. I felt like I was back in law school, pleading my case in some sort of twisted, partner exercise. As the conversations continued, there were two themes that resonated: that I must have wanted to be with other women, and that I must not love her if I wanted to share her. Anyone in this lifestyle or men that want to get their wives involved in this know these 2 things to be the furthest from the truth, but it took, weeks and weeks of convincing and talking with her to get her to understand. We didn’t discuss this daily, but a few times a week it would come up. After we had cleared those 2 hurdles, it became more an exercise in building her confidence in herself and building a whole new level of trust in our relationship.
Catalyst
By the time we got to next summer (6-7 months down the road), we were both feeling more comfortable in discussing it, and sometimes even fantasizing about it in the bedroom together. Emily however still wasn’t convinced. One particular event really helped build her confidence and may have even helped give her that final little nudge needed to embrace this fantasy. We were on vacation, staying at a resort in Mexico, and my Emily was looking stunning. We decided to go out to a local bar, tourist trap type of a place to have a few drinks and get a change of scenery from the resorts bars. As I was waiting behind a long line of people to place our drink order at the bar, I glanced over to see a man by our table. They seemed to be smiling, flirting, as I watched from the bar. Very excited I placed our order and took my time heading back to our table. He had left by the time I reached Emily with our drinks, and she didn’t say anything about him until we got back to our hotel room. When she told me about the stranger who picked her to flirt with, out of a bar full of beautiful women, I could see the spark of sexuality and confidence in her eyes. We had our most passionate sex to-date, and afterwards she said she would think about fulfilling that fantasy.
The Green Light
After returning from that vacation, we went back to life as normal, until one night when I got home from work, Emily called me up to our bedroom. She was undressed, only wearing a robe, as I laid down next to her in bed. She told me about a man from her gym. A tall, older, very handsome, very smart and funny black man that had been flirting with her over the past few weeks. The thought of Emily flirting with other men was enough to send me over the top, but she continued on saying that if I still wanted her to she would go out on a date with him. We both smiled, had sex, and I said nothing would make me happier than to see her happy. Laying in bed, she told me she had a few ground rules for her date.
- If at any time either of us feel uncomfortable and want this to end, it will.
- We are doing this together for both of our enjoyments, but only for Emily’s sexual satisfaction.
- That I would accompany her on her date and be present for anything else that happened.
- We promise to love each other before and after the date.
(We still have a set of rules for ourselves that looks pretty much like this, with a few changes that I’ll get into some other time.)
Emily’s First Date
Two weeks after she told me, she got ready for her date. It took place in early September, a few weeks before our 5th anniversary. She bought a new dress, new lingerie, and new shoes. It was terrifying and exciting driving to the restaurant to meet him. Emily looked incredibly nervous, but I tried my best to not show my own nervousness and re-assure her that I loved her. Her new friend from her gym was pretty much exactly as advertised. He was a physical therapist that worked at a local medical center named James. The dinner was great, good food, but James did most of the talking, sensing how nervous we both were. He had had some experience with other couples and told me he had been very interested in Emily since the first time he saw her.
After a very surreal dinner that left me excited for more and an unsettled feeling in my stomach, the three of us headed to a hotel across the street from the restaurant. We chose a hotel for this first time because we felt it would be a safe neutral place in case we decided to call it off. As we walked through the lobby, checked in to our room and headed up the elevator, my nervousness grew. I could feel Emily’s nerves getting the best of her too. I grabbed her hand and whispered I love you into her ear. She smiled and whispered it back to me. We shared a quick kiss at the door to the room.
[pullquote_left]She looked stunning as she stood before him, a girlish grin on her face and flushed cheeks as he undressed her.[/pullquote_left]When we got to the room, James got a bottle of wine open that we had sent ahead and poured us 3 glasses. I sat on the couch while the two of them sat on the bed, talking quietly to each other. He was very good about not rushing her and keeping the spirit light. We drank the wine, decided we needed another bottle which I volunteered to go get from the hotel bar. I thought they could use a moment alone for her to relax a little bit. I returned, poured 3 more glasses and sat back down. They were kissing before we finished the second bottle. She looked nervous, but passionate; she was enjoying him, but she kept glancing at me to make sure I was ok with everything that was happening. The knot in my stomach grew, as I became more and more aroused watching her. She looked stunning as she stood before him, a girlish grin on her face and flushed cheeks as he undressed her. He congratulated me on her beauty and bathed her in compliments as he explored her body with kisses. The softest moan escaped her lips as his fingers moved over her soft skin, letting her dress fall to the floor. As she laid back on the bed, they kissed, then he stood and removed his clothes, put a condom on and laid back down next to her. They kissed some more, gradually her looking over at me for affirmation slowed down, as she let herself get lost in the moment.
Affirmation
Afterwards, we were both truly happy. Looking deeply into each others eyes as she laid next to him. Her face flush with excitement and fear and satisfaction. Mine had to have looked the same way. She dozed off for a few moments before he woke her up. They kissed then he sent her over to me, we kissed, exchanged an I love you, her eyes tearing up with so many emotions trying to escape. He shook my hand, kissed her again then he left to let us have the rest of the night together. We cuddled on the bed as we slept for a few hours before waking to talk about what happened. She told me she was so happy and thankful and scared I would be upset with her. I told her that I loved her more than I ever had and hoped she enjoyed it. By the next morning she was contemplating what she should wear for her next date.
This was a brief introduction to our lives together. We have been married for over 7 years now, and Emily still is enjoying other men and I am enjoying every minute of our adventure together. She still sees James on occasion, they dated for nearly a year before my job took us away. That just gives them an excuse for extended visits when they do catch up.
More to come…
What an amazing story. Thank you for sharing. I am in fact in 3L and my relationship seems to be progressing much the same as yours did. Thanks again and I look forward to reading your other articles.
Tom
The Story of Emily and Brian –and– Part of the Story of my Wife and I
This is a wonderful story as told by Brian. In his writing we can see their love and respect for one another. Brian had intimate thoughts that many men have about their wife or girlfiend. And he was good enough of a man to share his thoughts with Emily. What is remarkable here is their cooperation with one another. And Emily saw the good in Brian’s desire to see her with another man. While Brian felt the anxiety of a man giving up his wife to another man, he nonetheless, saw things to their conclusion. Brian tells how it was terrifying for him just before Emily and he met her date for dinner. He talks of a knot in his stomach as the 3 of them were in the hotel room together and the kisses of Emily’s lover were all over her body. While he watched the knot got larger. Brian felt the conflict of a cuckold. And there was anxiety; but, Brian managed his cuckold anxiety very well. Emily’s lover took things ever so slow. Drinking wine with the couple because enjoying the wife. Perhaps, taking things slow, was the Bull’s way, of being in control. He set the pace. And Brian enjoyed seeing his wife being made love to. Most important Emily enjoyed being made love to in front of her husband. And now some details about my wife and I. While my wife and I were away, she met a man. He was a gentle and really good looking guy. He had a good understanding of what it was like for a new cuckold. He was to be the second guy since we began. He realized that while I wanted this to happen, I had much angst. He did not at all overtly humiliate me. At our hotel we sat at the bar and my wife and I spoke with him in a very relaxed fashion. We actually met him the prior day online and had spoken to him by phone. As we spoke with him he told us that this might help bring us closer together. I especially reacted to the way he phrased things. For example, he would say: “seeing me with your wife will only make you appreciate her more, as you watch, try to really feel her pleasure”. Hearing this made my penis start leaking, I could feel the leakage coming from my rock hard erection. He asked me about the first man she had been with. And about his size. I told him that I watched twice and she was alone with him once. And he said “so would you say she better enjoys a cock that is larger than yours?” I aswered him, as if, I owed him the answer. Somehow he just knew how relate to me. What he said was a little humiliating, but, it was said in a very engaging way. He brought out humiliation in a very nice way. Soon he and my wife were touching hands. My wife told her new Bull that she and I wanted to go to our room first, and, that he could come up in 20 minutes. Up in the room she asked if I were sure I wanted this to go thru. And I did. Then she asked me to help her with a shower. I did. It was as if she wanted me to help her prepare all over again. And I did. But it felt more intense this time. He would soon be coming to our room. She had been nervous and had been sweating. After the shower (the second shower), she asked if I thought it was okay for her to wear a bikini and scandals. My present erection turned to a higher grade of steel. I picked out the sexiest bikini. One that showed her breasts the best. I knew that she really liked his looks, and all of a sudden, I felt a rush of angst. I thought of them together and then I had a though of her rejecting me. In all my time with my wife, she never looked more sexy, than, just before he arrived. And she smiled at me, as, I said, “I feel jealous”. Then my wife said “I’m doing this for you, not just for me”. I was bent out of shape. But, there was a knock at the door. I answered it. And he came in. He told me that she looks unbekievably beautiful in that bikini. My wife walked over to him. They touched hands and quickly kissed. To cut to the chase….they went to the bed and he undressed. My wife sat on the bed. He had the kind of body that females love. It was muscular but in a very natural way. My wife took his jockey shorts off. His cock was huge. I mean huge. He turned to me and asked if I were all right. I said yes. I was very envious of his cock. I again felt scared that she’d like him better than me. My cock was a hard as a rock. I felt confused. But, I undid my belt and pants and sat down. With this he proceeded to be with my wife on the bed. He started to touch her and asked if she wanted a massage (this surprised me). She then said yes. My wife was still in her Bikini. He took the bottoms off and she took the top off. All of a sudden he told me to come to the bed and help massage my wife. I had only a tee shirt on. I came to the bed and he and I massaged her. She was face down but turned her head and smiled at me. As we massaged her, his hand and my hand would touch. We only massaged her back, her butt and her legs. I kept noticing his cock. The massage lasted only a few minutes. I was feeling rather inferior to him. I felt humiliated. But somehow I liked this feeling. He then told me to give her a kiss and go to the chair. She and I kissed and I told her that I love her. As I sat on the chair, I was brabbing my penis. I watched as he kissed my wife all over. And I would hear her moans as he started licking her too. I thought about what he said and I tried to feel her pleasure. I felt so jealous and so awkward, yet, at the same time, I was actually enjoying it. I felt a kind of low dose of humiliation as I watched my wife get made love to. But, I realized that I liked and enjoyed being humiliated in this way. I had found out only weeks before this that my wife had been faking her climaxes when we had intercourse. She said that intercourse had been frustrating for her. As I watched her and him, I heard her say to him how she loves his size. I began thinking that she really deserved the right to be made love to by someone that could actually please her. From this point on, I looked at my jealousy and humiliation in a different way. Now the jealousy and humiliation felt more agreeable to me. I now enjoy this pain. I know that I was unfair to my wife for years. Most imporant she now could feel pleasure, even if it was from another guy.
Great story, brian! I hope it encourages others to share their fantasies with their wives. At the very least, it is good to open up a conversation about erotic issues. Once the anxieties you describe so well are put to rest (“you don’t love me, you want to have sex with another woman”), it opens up possibilities for the wife. And it may result in something as lovely as Emily’s hotwife adventures.
Amazing story, thank you for sharing.