This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.

From a Fantasy to the Thrill

My husband told me about his dream of cuckolding. He’s had the fantasy for a long while, and although I was happy to role-play the idea in bed, I did not want to see it through. It just seemed like such a bad idea for so many reasons. I was also totally disinterested in humiliating, degrading, or belittling him.

However, saying I wasn’t interested in being with another man would be a lie.

The thought of it was tantalizing. And we talked for hours on end about the potential of the scenario. After months of weighing the pros and cons, I told him I wouldn’t completely rule it out.

“Tell you what, sugar,” I said, “should the opportunity present itself, and the guy is interesting and handsome, okay. What I mean is, sure, we can give her a whirl. If you don’t think it will bug you, or you’ll get jealous.”

I agreed, mainly because refusing to entertain the idea would have crushed his dreams. Even so, I had no expectation anything would actually come from our agreement.

In successive nights, we spoke in hushed tones about what twisted fantasies we might breathe life into. What pleasure I would find in giving into my deepest desires and exploring the fringes of passion we may only discover together. His honey-drenched words were a poison that incited me to heights of pleasure I never thought possible.

I found myself drawn deeper and deeper into his obsession, losing myself dreaming of the moment when he watched with a hungry desire. When my pleasure was all over, he loved the idea of reclaiming me, an intoxicating pleasure that set my soul ablaze.

I was initially taken aback, but also found myself intrigued by this possibility. We talked about it for hours as I examined all the potential repercussions of a three-way rendezvous. All the while, I couldn’t help but think about how sexy it would be to pleasure two partners at once and enjoy a joy that neither might give alone.

My partner and I started talking more about the idea of cuckolding. He asked if I would actually do it if we had a safe and controlled environment. We discussed all the parameters and how they could work, from setting boundaries around protection to ensuring that all of us felt respected and safe.

Eventually, I admitted that if I could have two of him for one night, I would absolutely jump at the chance. We both knew this special something we should take our time developing. After all, it began as a fantasy, but slowly morphed into something more real as we explored what it might be in practice.

After much discussion, we finally decided to make our untamed dreams a reality.

We agreed that whatever happened would stay between us, though he admitted it excited him, considering others might learn what we were up to. We talked more openly about how this could work. From creating clear rules around consent, communication, and safety, to actually reaching out and finding someone who might want to join us for some exploration—it was an exhilarating prospect!

The plan became less abstract — for once, the idea excited us both instead of just one or the other. When it finally happened, it was everything we’d hoped for and more—it allowed us to explore our sexuality together in ways neither of us had experienced before. The experience opened our relationship in ways neither of us expected and drew us closer together.

He had come across Jafari online, and the two of them instantly hit it off. When they met for coffee, he talked about his love of music and the outdoors. Jafari was many years younger than us, but shared many of the same interests. After a leisurely walk in the park, they exchanged emails and made some phone calls. Then, after talking for weeks, they finally took the plunge and booked a hotel room for the next day. Oh, my, this was really going to happen.

Honest to god, I was so nervous. I thought the nerves might kill any potential sexual pleasure. And it was like going to the dentist or hospital or something. But on the night, we met Jafari at a bar, had some drinks, had a little dance, and had a few more drinks. I suddenly realized I was really enjoying myself.

Let me say I can only explain the feeling of being a bit like I was a wild teenager. Only without all the awful teenage angsty crap! My guy was not keen on dancing, Jafari was a brilliant dancer, and dancing was sexy ... incredibly sexy.