Early experiences that paved the way...?

[subguy80]

One of the strangest days of my youth...
Sitting there fighting every urge to turn around and watch (I was still a virgin) and act like it was no big deal was the most surreal moment of my young life. I eventually processed that this did not make me want her any less. I could easily watch someone I was attracted to have sex. It definitely carried over to my marriage.

This is a fascinating insight. Thanks for sharing. I think this realization, that you can accept and then even appreciate watching someone you have feelings for (even love) enjoy sex with someone else is one of those "a-hah" moments in life. Not everyone is able to get there. The "normal" human state seems to be one of jealousy and insecurity rather than being sexually open to these feelings.

[StockingHubby]

One of the strangest days of my youth...
Sitting there fighting every urge to turn around and watch (I was still a virgin) and act like it was no big deal was the most surreal moment of my young life. I eventually processed that this did not make me want her any less. I could easily watch someone I was attracted to have sex. It definitely carried over to my marriage.

This is a fascinating insight. Thanks for sharing. I think this realization, that you can accept and then even appreciate watching someone you have feelings for (even love) enjoy sex with someone else is one of those "a-hah" moments in life. Not everyone is able to get there. The "normal" human state seems to be one of jealousy and insecurity rather than being sexually open to these feelings.

Brilliant ^^

[bradisalpha]

This is a very interesting thread. Our teenage years definately dictate so much of our sexual outlook and emotions as we grow up to be adults .. and our teenage experiences, even if we do not realize it at the time, eventually become “who we are”.

Our high school experiences are full of boyfriends and girlfriends moving on to others and most often cheating in the midst of it. We feel our dicks betray us as we feign jealousy but then jerk off to the sexual excitement that goes along with it. Many times staying with the one that cheated and finding it more sexually exciting thinking about her with someone else than our own actual sexual experiences with her… eventually submitting to that familiar lifestyle as a hot wife/cuckold without realizing it. As adults, it is still buried inside of us and will inevitably surface over time.

I have watched this scenario play out over and over. In high school I was the one that would take a girlfriend.. have sex with her.. and then send her back to her boyfriend. I had sex with MANY of the girls in school without any commitment to them. It has become my lifestyle and led me to being an Alpha BF to many hot wife/cuckold couples. I have watched the husbands fall back into the same submissive position they were familiar with when younger and have experienced hot wives that are as curious and sexually excited as they were when they were younger and experimenting with other men. A comment I hear often from cuckolds is “my wife is so excited and giggly getting dressed and ready to meet her boyfriend as she was when getting ready for a date in high school” !! Yep.. it’s the same !!!

There is definately a direct connection from our younger years growing up and experiencing the same sexual excitement we felt then as we grow into adults. It is what feeds the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle. Hell, many of the boys growing up experimented sexually and played with each other before they had girlfriends.. which has also carried over to a cuckold’s behavior with his hot wife’s BF.

Think back to your younger years and the sexual experiences and influences that have made you who you are today. Think back to every little detail. You may even want to share those experiences here and show how they have resurfaced today !!

Brad

[shadowtantra]

What a great thread.

I agree with many here that it somehow started in my adolescent years but I don’t remember anything jumping out except that I knew that sexually empowered women turned me on. I often raided my father’s library of erotica stocked with henry miller, marquis de Sade, Anais Nin, Story of O, and more forgotten titles from the 60s and 70s as I came sexually aware and active in the early 80s. I ate up the penthouse forum letters and often spending what seemed like hours in the bathroom or bedroom reading and masturbating. The common theme in most of these stories were stories of erotic tension where women find their own sexual power. At the time it was the norm for men to have affairs but the stories that really tugged at my gut and gave me a hard on were women venturing out onto their own and having affairs with men and of course the MFM and gang bang.

In high school and college, I pretty much dated in a serial monogamous way and did not have, to my knowledge, a cheating girlfriend though I remember one of my group’s friend being actively cucked by his girlfriend in the open. Katarina was beautiful and when she got drunk she would fuck just about anyone who took her leaving her boyfriend Fred to go around looking for her. I remember wondering about their relationship – He would run to her and sooth her after – lots of drama and tears from him and her. Crazy stuff. At the time I did not know that there was a word for it but it was clearly a howtwife cuck thing with a bunch of humiliation to add to the sauce.

The first time I really felt it as an adult was in my 20s and living with my girlfriend who eventually became my wife. We were reading Bridges of Madison County. In the book and later a film with a great cast of Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep, Streep is a married woman living on an Iowa farm who ends up having an affair with a national geographic photographer and the children only find out about only after she dies and they are going through her house. I remember feeling that angst in my gut and the hard on imagining if that would be me what I would do? I was feeling confused as I remember speaking with my wife about Streep’s affair with anxiety and a hard on. It made now sense to me – affairs ar bad – why was I finding so titillating. She of course said that an affair would never happen – that I was her north star!

Never say Never.

5 years later she had her first affair. I found out about it after it ended a few months before. I had none of the angst and arousal just anger and feeling betrayed – another story. But we patched it back up and had children.

10 years later she had her second affair this time with her boss and it lasted about a year before I found out about it. This time the angst and arousal combined with the anger and feeling of betrayal were a powerful cocktail of emotions. I could not at all understand where that arousal came from and so began my journey here on OHW and exploration into non-monogamy.

10 years later – today. I am a wannabe and probably will always be a wannabe. She knows of my fantasy and has no interest. We have talked about it but at this point it does not need to happen IRL. My main focus is to help her help herself release her guilt and shame embrace her shadow side and feel good and empowered about her own sexuality. May be that will unleash her.

We will be empty nesters in a year. Who knows things could change!

[StockingHubby]

I’m sorry to hear about the cheating, Shadow.

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

All these experiences are super interesting and insightful!

My husband recounted to me his most impactful experience was at 18yo he had a serious girlfriend who he had a rocky relationship with. She had cheated on him. He found out about it the next day from a mutual female friend, so he confronted her about it. She admitted to it. He said he was angry and jealous but also imagining her fucking another man was making him hot. At first she refused to have make up sex with him. She began to tell him the experience, and he guessed the more detail she put into it she was getting horny, so they started to have sex. So, while they were making love, she was recounting her infidelity in exquisite detail, to include comparing him to the other man especially detailing how the other man was bigger, better in bed, etc, he felt something he'd never felt before. He now recognizes that feeling as the "cuckold desire". You can imagine the effect.. He said he was never the same after that experience and craved being cheated on. There was no going back.

As for me, I was a virgin when I married Tom. He was an American in Italy, I loved him, but I didn't know if it was really going to work out, so when we were dating, like most young Italian girls, I "kept my options open" by still secretly dating other potential men. No sex though, although I did regularly give head to one of my side-boyfriends in his car (in Italy it's normal to have car sex as parents are always home and we live at home usually until we get married and move out). He had a big dick, and I liked how he just pulled it out and expected me to perform my girlfriend duties. The first time he did that, I touched it, and he reached his hand over to my head and gently but firmly pulled my head down to his very hard cock. I loved the feeling of the choice of doing the act being "taken" from me. After that first time, my side-boyfriend and I did that every time we went out. It didnt take me long to figure out that all my dates with this side-boyfriend consisted of me sucking his dick in his car, and that's all it would ever be. It wasn't going anywhere, and I was ok with that because things were growing with Tom, but to be honest I really liked the butterflies tingly 'OMG I'm a slut' feeling I'd get in my stomach and pussy while sucking my side-boyfriend's cock, really just using my mouth for his pleasure. It was completely opposite of being with Tom. Tom was sweet and he took a lot of time to please me physically and emotionally. Tom was definitely my serious boyfriend and soon to be fiance, but my side-boyfriend held a certain power over me I didnt understand yet. On several occasions my date times were back to back, Tom would be walking up the front gate of my apartment as I was getting out of the car of my side-boyfriend. I told Tom he was dropping me off from my college study group (I had stopped attending college months prior!). I would get in Tom's car, and we'd immediately kiss, deeply, and I could still smell and taste the cum from my side-boyfriend on my lips and in my mouth. I knew "good girls" didn't do this, and I put an end to it once our engagement was official. But, something inside me still craved a dominant man pulling my head down to his hard waiting dick and expecting me to suck it, holding my head down on it and using my mouth, not letting me up until my mouth was taking his cum. I successfully suppressed those feelings until one day a few years into our marriage my dear husband had the brilliant idea of me fucking other men

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

10 years later – today. I am a wannabe and probably will always be a wannabe. She knows of my fantasy and has no interest. We have talked about it but at this point it does not need to happen IRL. My main focus is to help her help herself release her guilt and shame embrace her shadow side and feel good and empowered about her own sexuality. May be that will unleash her.

So sorry about the cheating! I never understand how a wife can cheat, in your case at least twice, but not be willing to be a hotwife for her husband. I hope youre happy and it all works out

[Angsty Cuck]

All these experiences are super interesting and insightful!

My husband recounted to me his most impactful experience was at 18yo he had a serious girlfriend who he had a rocky relationship with. She had cheated on him. He found out about it the next day from a mutual female friend, so he confronted her about it. She admitted to it. He said he was angry and jealous but also imagining her fucking another man was making him hot. At first she refused to have make up sex with him. She began to tell him the experience, and he guessed the more detail she put into it she was getting horny, so they started to have sex. So, while they were making love, she was recounting her infidelity in exquisite detail, to include comparing him to the other man especially detailing how the other man was bigger, better in bed, etc, he felt something he'd never felt before. He now recognizes that feeling as the "cuckold desire". You can imagine the effect.. He said he was never the same after that experience and craved being cheated on. There was no going back.

As for me, I was a virgin when I married Tom. He was an American in Italy, I loved him, but I didn't know if it was really going to work out, so when we were dating, like most young Italian girls, I "kept my options open" by still secretly dating other potential men. No sex though, although I did regularly give head to one of my side-boyfriends in his car (in Italy it's normal to have car sex as parents are always home and we live at home usually until we get married and move out). He had a big dick, and I liked how he just pulled it out and expected me to perform my girlfriend duties. The first time he did that, I touched it, and he reached his hand over to my head and gently but firmly pulled my head down to his very hard cock. I loved the feeling of the choice of doing the act being "taken" from me. After that first time, my side-boyfriend and I did that every time we went out. It didnt take me long to figure out that all my dates with this side-boyfriend consisted of me sucking his dick in his car, and that's all it would ever be. It wasn't going anywhere, and I was ok with that because things were growing with Tom, but I liked the tingly feeling I had as we did the act. It was completely opposite of being with Tom. Tom was sweet and he took a lot of time to please me physically and emotionally. Tom was definitely my serious boyfriend and soon to be fiance, but my side-boyfriend held a certain power over me I didnt understand yet. On several occasions my date times were back to back, Tom would be walking up the front gate of my apartment as I was getting out of the car of my side-boyfriend. I told Tom he was dropping me off from my college study group (I had stopped attending college months prior!). I would get in Tom's car, and we'd immediately kiss, deeply, and I could still smell and taste the cum from my side-boyfriend on my lips and in my mouth. I knew "good girls" didn't do this, and I put an end to it once our engagement was official. But, something inside me still craved a dominant man pulling my head down to his hard waiting dick and expecting me to suck it, holding my head down on it and not letting me up until my mouth was taking his cum. I successfully suppressed those feelings until one day a few years into our marriage my dear husband had the brilliant idea of me fucking other men

It's so interesting how both of you had such strong formative experiences. Do you ever feel like cuckolding was inevitable for the two of you as a couple?

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

All these experiences are super interesting and insightful!

My husband recounted to me his most impactful experience was at 18yo he had a serious girlfriend who he had a rocky relationship with. She had cheated on him. He found out about it the next day from a mutual female friend, so he confronted her about it. She admitted to it. He said he was angry and jealous but also imagining her fucking another man was making him hot. At first she refused to have make up sex with him. She began to tell him the experience, and he guessed the more detail she put into it she was getting horny, so they started to have sex. So, while they were making love, she was recounting her infidelity in exquisite detail, to include comparing him to the other man especially detailing how the other man was bigger, better in bed, etc, he felt something he'd never felt before. He now recognizes that feeling as the "cuckold desire". You can imagine the effect.. He said he was never the same after that experience and craved being cheated on. There was no going back.

As for me, I was a virgin when I married Tom. He was an American in Italy, I loved him, but I didn't know if it was really going to work out, so when we were dating, like most young Italian girls, I "kept my options open" by still secretly dating other potential men. No sex though, although I did regularly give head to one of my side-boyfriends in his car (in Italy it's normal to have car sex as parents are always home and we live at home usually until we get married and move out). He had a big dick, and I liked how he just pulled it out and expected me to perform my girlfriend duties. The first time he did that, I touched it, and he reached his hand over to my head and gently but firmly pulled my head down to his very hard cock. I loved the feeling of the choice of doing the act being "taken" from me. After that first time, my side-boyfriend and I did that every time we went out. It didnt take me long to figure out that all my dates with this side-boyfriend consisted of me sucking his dick in his car, and that's all it would ever be. It wasn't going anywhere, and I was ok with that because things were growing with Tom, but I liked the tingly feeling I had as we did the act. It was completely opposite of being with Tom. Tom was sweet and he took a lot of time to please me physically and emotionally. Tom was definitely my serious boyfriend and soon to be fiance, but my side-boyfriend held a certain power over me I didnt understand yet. On several occasions my date times were back to back, Tom would be walking up the front gate of my apartment as I was getting out of the car of my side-boyfriend. I told Tom he was dropping me off from my college study group (I had stopped attending college months prior!). I would get in Tom's car, and we'd immediately kiss, deeply, and I could still smell and taste the cum from my side-boyfriend on my lips and in my mouth. I knew "good girls" didn't do this, and I put an end to it once our engagement was official. But, something inside me still craved a dominant man pulling my head down to his hard waiting dick and expecting me to suck it, holding my head down on it and not letting me up until my mouth was taking his cum. I successfully suppressed those feelings until one day a few years into our marriage my dear husband had the brilliant idea of me fucking other men

It's so interesting how both of you had such strong formative experiences. Do you ever feel like cuckolding was inevitable for the two of you as a couple?

Yes, I dont know how it would have happened if my husband had not brought it up. it was meant to be.

[Tryagain]

When I was about 12 yo, my best friend in grammar school one day told me that he jerked off at a party and all the girls said he was so big. He then pulled it out erect. He told me it was 8 inches and it sure was! That made an impression on me.

When I was about 16, I began buying Screw magazine, which had “dirty” pictures. But what made the most impression on me was that all the guys seemed to have really big cocks, much bigger than mine.

Then when I was about 18 working for the post office an older guy -maybe 28 – who was gay started to take me under his wing to show me the ropes of working there. One time we went to the bathroom and were standing at the urinals and he kept peering over at me and looking at my cock.
I finished first and hung out a bit. He turned away from the urinal and flashed a really big hanging soft cock.

Now by this time I was feeling insecure about my size. When I met my current wife, who was never all that interested in sex, after a while, I began to think maybe she is would react differently to a big cock and they would excite her more.

That led me to test my theory. So, we invited a guy over we met thru the mail advertisements who said he was a hung Swedish American guy. On the phone he verified that he was a full 9 inches.

We talked for a while and he said he had been a stripper and also he had been invited to be in a porn film. This really excited my wife!

He told me when she was in the bathroom that girls seemed to have a lot of orgasms in threesomes.

Anyway, as i recounted here before, he drove her fucking nuts, so much so that she kept grabbing him for more after he came. A few months later when I got over what had happened, I felt the urge to do it again as it was so exciting me to me to see he that way.

Has anyone else had a similar experience?

[Colliercuck]

My first relationship and she was my first, I was 19, I had kissed girls and fingered a few, and played spin the bottle in middle school.
She was way more experienced, she was British, beautiful and damn sexy…….i was in the Air Force overseas.
She told me about her past lovers, up to me, she had only been with black well endowed men, the conversations were exciting to me, how full she felt, stretched her pussy felt……and she would tease me about how small I was.
I became obsessed with eating pussy!!! I loved that more than being inside of her……….she did cheat on me, and after a few weeks I came back with my tail between my legs, I needed her, I needed her pussy, and she knew I was hers completely no matter how many times she cheated

My next relationship was years later (although I slept with about 30 women in between, I became a slut!!! And always loved spending forever eating every girls pussy before fucking them.

My second girlfriend was a friend of my sister, we knew each other forever, but she had a boyfriend forever……..we had a party before I left for the Air Force, and we shared an intimate kiss that night.
Then I didn’t see her for 4 years, but that kiss was on my mind, or I should say she was. She was the one, I fell head over heels.
When we finally made love, she buried my head in her pussy, she would grab my scalp and just push my tongue deeper and direct me where and keep going, but she always seemed more interested in me eating her pussy then me being inside her.
She had guys she hung around and slept over their house a lot, but always told me nothing was going on (her friends said otherwise) but I never had proof.
I started to beat off to the thought of her with other men.
I found her panties in my sisters room and tried them on , my first time doing that.
I drove her home a couple nights later, and she asked “did you wear my panties??” Of course I lied (I believe she knew all along) but she replied “it was probably your dad” I had the what the fuck look, but before I could react, she said “you know your dad wears your moms panties “ very matter of factly , I replied no, what??? , she said “yeah, your dad wears your mom’s panties, your mother told your sister and i”…………I was speechless, maybe embarrassed, didn’t know what to say, and that she knew that and I didn’t.
My roommate and I worked at a little bar on the beach as ID checkers and bouncers……..place was crazy during spring break.
Well one night he comes in while I’m working and tells me “P (my girlfriend) asked him to take her home (to my house) and fuck her” I was like what the fuck!! He replied “I would never do that” I said thanks.
I went out where she was sitting with all her friends at the bar and asked her, she replied “I was teasing, just wanted to see how you would react”
Well I worked late that night, pulled in my driveway, her car was at my house, I walked up the stairs quietly and entered the house, it was dark, but I could hear her moaning, the bed in his room was rocking and it was obvious he was fucking the hell out of her! She was absolutely loving it and begging him not to stop, and making her cum (I have never made a woman cum without eating her pussy forever).
I listened from my room and beat off (all those times I beat off to the thought of her being fucked by another guy) , I got so into playing with myself, I didn’t hear them finish, she walked in as I was moaning and came on myself.
She looked at me dead in the eyes, and said “looks like you might have enjoyed that more than me”, I was caught dead to rights, no excuses.
I confessed that I enjoyed that , that I thought of her with other guys often, she asked “how often do you think of me with other men, and do you play with yourself each time??” I told her every day! And yes, then she asked “did you wear my panties??” Yes I replied, she can over to me and kissed me, we started making out , and she guided me down, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy, I want to feel your tongue down there” fuck I licked her pussy!!! She started moaning and had a nice orgasm.
Then she confessed that she had fucked many guys and that I cleaned up quite a bit, that I never made her come with my dick, but my tongue was amazing! And that we could be honest now.
I sucked my first cock in front of her (my roommate) which became a regular thing, me wearing her panties and eating her used pussy.
But we had a bad blowout.
I ended up fucking another 15,women, before meeting my wife.
She is sooooooo beautiful!! So damn sexy and hot!!!! The very first time we made love felt so good! Damn it was great, I looked at her, how was it?? “My ex was bigger” was her reply, damn I want to eat her pussy!!!!!!! Full of another man’s cum!!!
But she is more reserved, a prude in some ways, and worries about what everyone else thinks
I have told her my cuckold desires for 20 to 25?years, wrote letters and notes to her about my desires and her needs, confessed my dreams and got caught wearing her panties.
And always no!!! Your weird thoughts!!! Your dick is small, you have never made me cum! You don’t satisfy me sexually and never have!!! I need a boyfriend! I’m gonna find someone! He is cute!!! Josh has a HUGE cock!! You like thinking of another guys cock in me, don’t you!!
Then bam she had a boyfriend for 9 months!!!!
But refuses to tell me about it, and says she doesn’t feel guilty about any of it!!
“It’s a cuckold life for me, pussy that’s for him not me! “ to the beat of its a hard luck life

[ccklvr]

I was 15 and dating a girl from school. She was one year older and we were each others firsts. She was beautiful and very smart. A teenage boys come true and I felt myself very lucky to have her as my girlfriend.

As mentioned, she was smart and she gave well paid private tuition to the neighbourhood kids. One of this kids, a boy around maybe 13 or so, was just a lazy one. We talked about how she could push his motivation. I joked about showing him her boobs if he passes the examen. She turned this idea down, at first but did it after a few weeks of his non existing significant change in his motivation. They made a plan what was like if he passes class she will show him her boobs.
He passed.

For some reason it made me not jealous that some young kid from the block saw my beautiful girlfriend's boobs. It made me hot and we screwed like rabbits around that event.

His parents continued to pay my girlfriend for her tuiton and his motivation was again going down.

My girlfriend suggested some further rewards and we talked while screwing about letting him feel her up and such innocent teenage stuff.

Finally it turned out a little differently. He passed again and she let him feel her boobs. That made her horny and all our screwing and talking about she confessed to me that she gave him his first blowjob. He came within seconds.

These teenage play paved my way.

[ucaneffher]

I walked up the stairs quietly and entered the house, it was dark, but I could hear her moaning, the bed in his room was rocking and it was obvious he was fucking the hell out of her! She was absolutely loving it and begging him not to stop, and making her cum (I have never made a woman cum without eating her pussy forever).
I listened from my room and beat off (all those times I beat off to the thought of her being fucked by another guy) , I got so into playing with myself, I didn’t hear them finish, she walked in as I was moaning and came on myself.
She looked at me dead in the eyes, and said “looks like you might have enjoyed that more than me”, I was caught dead to rights, no excuses.
I confessed that I enjoyed that , that I thought of her with other guys often, she asked “how often do you think of me with other men, and do you play with yourself each time??” I told her every day! And yes, then she asked “did you wear my panties??” Yes I replied, she can over to me and kissed me, we started making out , and she guided me down, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy, I want to feel your tongue down there” fuck I licked her pussy!!! She started moaning and had a nice orgasm.
Then she confessed that she had fucked many guys and that I cleaned up quite a bit, that I never made her come with my dick, but my tongue was amazing! And that we could be honest now.

Damn that is such a hot way to be made a cuckold! While I would naturally want the whole sit down discussion with my gf about cuckolding, I admit that I would not be opposed to be made a cuckold in the manner you described above.

I think that if my girlfriend observed certain cuckold tendencies in me and I observed flirtatious/promiscuous girl tendencies in her then clearly we both are a good pair for each other and I would very much be open to catch her in the act and right after that being informed that she has been doing that with a lot of men, too.

It seems like a win win situation despite the initial infidelities. A cuckold I would forgive those and continue with the open relationship from that moment on.

Thanks for sharing!

[ucaneffher]

My first relationship and she was my first, I was 19, I had kissed girls and fingered a few, and played spin the bottle in middle school.
She was way more experienced, she was British, beautiful and damn sexy…….i was in the Air Force overseas.
She told me about her past lovers, up to me, she had only been with black well endowed men, the conversations were exciting to me, how full she felt, stretched her pussy felt……and she would tease me about how small I was.
I became obsessed with eating pussy!!! I loved that more than being inside of her……….she did cheat on me, and after a few weeks I came back with my tail between my legs, I needed her, I needed her pussy, and she knew I was hers completely no matter how many times she cheated

My next relationship was years later (although I slept with about 30 women in between, I became a slut!!! And always loved spending forever eating every girls pussy before fucking them.

My second girlfriend was a friend of my sister, we knew each other forever, but she had a boyfriend forever……..we had a party before I left for the Air Force, and we shared an intimate kiss that night.
Then I didn’t see her for 4 years, but that kiss was on my mind, or I should say she was. She was the one, I fell head over heels.
When we finally made love, she buried my head in her pussy, she would grab my scalp and just push my tongue deeper and direct me where and keep going, but she always seemed more interested in me eating her pussy then me being inside her.
She had guys she hung around and slept over their house a lot, but always told me nothing was going on (her friends said otherwise) but I never had proof.
I started to beat off to the thought of her with other men.
I found her panties in my sisters room and tried them on , my first time doing that.
I drove her home a couple nights later, and she asked “did you wear my panties??” Of course I lied (I believe she knew all along) but she replied “it was probably your dad” I had the what the fuck look, but before I could react, she said “you know your dad wears your moms panties “ very matter of factly , I replied no, what??? , she said “yeah, your dad wears your mom’s panties, your mother told your sister and i”…………I was speechless, maybe embarrassed, didn’t know what to say, and that she knew that and I didn’t.
My roommate and I worked at a little bar on the beach as ID checkers and bouncers……..place was crazy during spring break.
Well one night he comes in while I’m working and tells me “P (my girlfriend) asked him to take her home (to my house) and fuck her” I was like what the fuck!! He replied “I would never do that” I said thanks.
I went out where she was sitting with all her friends at the bar and asked her, she replied “I was teasing, just wanted to see how you would react”
Well I worked late that night, pulled in my driveway, her car was at my house, I walked up the stairs quietly and entered the house, it was dark, but I could hear her moaning, the bed in his room was rocking and it was obvious he was fucking the hell out of her! She was absolutely loving it and begging him not to stop, and making her cum (I have never made a woman cum without eating her pussy forever).
I listened from my room and beat off (all those times I beat off to the thought of her being fucked by another guy) , I got so into playing with myself, I didn’t hear them finish, she walked in as I was moaning and came on myself.
She looked at me dead in the eyes, and said “looks like you might have enjoyed that more than me”, I was caught dead to rights, no excuses.
I confessed that I enjoyed that , that I thought of her with other guys often, she asked “how often do you think of me with other men, and do you play with yourself each time??” I told her every day! And yes, then she asked “did you wear my panties??” Yes I replied, she can over to me and kissed me, we started making out , and she guided me down, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy, I want to feel your tongue down there” fuck I licked her pussy!!! She started moaning and had a nice orgasm.
Then she confessed that she had fucked many guys and that I cleaned up quite a bit, that I never made her come with my dick, but my tongue was amazing! And that we could be honest now.
I sucked my first cock in front of her (my roommate) which became a regular thing, me wearing her panties and eating her used pussy.
But we had a bad blowout.
I ended up fucking another 15,women, before meeting my wife.
She is sooooooo beautiful!! So damn sexy and hot!!!! The very first time we made love felt so good! Damn it was great, I looked at her, how was it?? “My ex was bigger” was her reply, damn I want to eat her pussy!!!!!!! Full of another man’s cum!!!
But she is more reserved, a prude in some ways, and worries about what everyone else thinks
I have told her my cuckold desires for 20 to 25?years, wrote letters and notes to her about my desires and her needs, confessed my dreams and got caught wearing her panties.
And always no!!! Your weird thoughts!!! Your dick is small, you have never made me cum! You don’t satisfy me sexually and never have!!! I need a boyfriend! I’m gonna find someone! He is cute!!! Josh has a HUGE cock!! You like thinking of another guys cock in me, don’t you!!
Then bam she had a boyfriend for 9 months!!!!
But refuses to tell me about it, and says she doesn’t feel guilty about any of it!!
“It’s a cuckold life for me, pussy that’s for him not me! “ to the beat of its a hard luck life

I walked up the stairs quietly and entered the house, it was dark, but I could hear her moaning, the bed in his room was rocking and it was obvious he was fucking the hell out of her! She was absolutely loving it and begging him not to stop, and making her cum (I have never made a woman cum without eating her pussy forever).
I listened from my room and beat off (all those times I beat off to the thought of her being fucked by another guy) , I got so into playing with myself, I didn’t hear them finish, she walked in as I was moaning and came on myself.
She looked at me dead in the eyes, and said “looks like you might have enjoyed that more than me”, I was caught dead to rights, no excuses.
I confessed that I enjoyed that , that I thought of her with other guys often, she asked “how often do you think of me with other men, and do you play with yourself each time??” I told her every day! And yes, then she asked “did you wear my panties??” Yes I replied, she can over to me and kissed me, we started making out , and she guided me down, she said, “I want you to lick my pussy, I want to feel your tongue down there” fuck I licked her pussy!!! She started moaning and had a nice orgasm.
Then she confessed that she had fucked many guys and that I cleaned up quite a bit, that I never made her come with my dick, but my tongue was amazing! And that we could be honest now.

Damn that is such a hot way to be made a cuckold! While I would naturally want the whole sit down discussion with my gf about cuckolding, I admit that I would not be opposed to be made a cuckold in the manner you described above.

I think that if my girlfriend observed certain cuckold tendencies in me and I observed flirtatious/promiscuous girl tendencies in her then clearly we both are a good pair for each other and I would very much be open to catch her in the act and right after that being informed that she has been doing that with a lot of men, too.

It seems like a win win situation despite the initial infidelities. A cuckold I would forgive those and continue with the open relationship from that moment on.

Thanks for sharing!

[Texas2Step]

The experiences that paved the way for us were just being horny college kids, getting drunk, getting naked, and partying….fast forward 3 decades and I still had memories etched in my brain of sitting in a chair getting a blowjob and watching my girl riding another guys cock on the couch. Still remember how her body moved, the shape of her back, the sounds she made when she orgasmed. We did well financially and retired in our early 50’s and with now being empty nesters, with time and money on our hands, it was natural and almost inevitable that we would revisit the joys of our youth.

[parklife]

I’ve always been rather introspective and have thought a lot about this. Perhaps digging too deep, my early experiences include some personal trauma that while not entirely unique, absolutely shaped the person I became as well as my relationships. Then as many of the stories above, the early sexual relationships I had led their twist until I came to realize this isn’t so much a sexual fetish/kink but a true sense of self that has been built over time. I’ve never put this down in writing and it’s not exactly easy, but I’ve read a few of these threads in the past and always wanted to put it out there but never have. So, in an effort to get it all out…. (Skip over this if you just want sexual blossoming stories… this isn’t all sex and roses)

- my sister died at 11…. I was 6… I had a middle sister that was 9. Looking back, I was too young to really process but obviously it set the stage for my youth. My parents pushed thru and as one parent took care of my sister and I, the other grieved behind closed doors. For a long time, my father visited my sisters grave nightly… I was mever taken until I went to the cemetery she was buried at at 19 years old…. Lots to say here but ultimately, it shaped how I was raised, how my parents looked at us (surviving kids) and it shaped a lot of my views of parents. At the time, I didn’t know any better. I don’t fault my parents for anything but I grew up trying not to rattle any cages, trying to be the good kid to not upset either of my parents. The worst thing was to disappoint them.


Suffice to say, I was a dorky, thin, needy kid. Plenty of friends and I was athletic but I wasn’t popular by any means. As a high schooler, I started dealing with my sisters death and death in general…. Girls didn’t pay attention to me but that was fine. I was a late 80s/early 90s kid that was dealing with some heavy shit… suicidal thoughts, self inflicted pain, etc…. The only thing keeping me around was the fact that there was just no way I could even think of putting my mom thru the pain of losing a second kid. So it was more about trying to make her (and my dad) happy.

As I said, girls don’t pay attention to me… they went to school 4 hours away where no one knew me…. No one from my high school went there… it was a fresh start. And girls there during that freshman year DID pay attention. And I honestly wasn’t prepared… didn’t know how to deal with it. I came home after freshman year and worked in a country club kitchen. A line cook intern worked there with her boyfriend as a cooking school externahip. I befriended her an multimeter lost my virginity to her. We’d sneak to one of the walk in refrigerators in the basement and make out then come upstairs and I’d give clean pots to her line cook boyfriend. Then, going back for my sophomore year, an older girl at university started flirting and I wound up at her place having sex. She explained she had a boyfriend long dirance and she told him she wanted to fuck me. They had that type of relationship so I had a brief couple month fling with her. After, I met a dancer and unknowns to me, I was also her side piece to a boyfriend in her hometown.

So, you get the picture, my early encounters were being the other guy…. The dancer broke up with me and it was my first really serious relationship, I drove 3 hours over Easter to see her. I showed up unannounced at her house Easter morning only to learn she was going to church with her new boyfriend and her family. (Clearly she started seeing him before we broke up).

The next girl I really fell in love with was like me, a little broken… but we had a many year relationship where she took physical attention as self validation. She cheated numerous times but I was only focused on keeping her happy (a la my parents) so it was no big deal. She’s cheat, she’s admit, we’d move on. We sat in Vienna Austria on a European post college tour and she looked at me and said, “I know I’ll never marry you”. We broke up and had an off again/offf again relationship. I was in love and took her back every time. I moved 2,500 miles to follow her to Ca while she had a live in boyfriend. We’d fuck but not hang out because her boyfriend was possessive. Eventually, she told me we’d never be together enough times I moved on. Later she told as shocked and hurt I didn’t go back.

But, I had met my now wife….

I do agree with some of the posts above in the sense that we fetishize that which we fear as a way to turn it into something workable. We work to take a negative and turn it into a positive to cope worh the ramifications. If I have a Hotwife, my wife could never really ‘cheat’ on me… and I’ve grown from childhood to be service oriented and look for validation in giving other what they want or do what I can to make them happy.

There’s more minutia… more history of strong independent women figures, more of prioritizing others and not being able to say no.. but I already feel a bit spent.

Not the sexiest story but one grown of self preservation and deeply fulfilling in its own right. This isn’t so much a sexual kink for me but sometimes that truly makes me who I am and is intricately tied to my sense of self.

[leggysman]

Interesting read, parklife.

If I have a Hotwife, my wife could never really ‘cheat’ on me…

I define actual cheating as dishonesty, and a betrayal of trust, which my hotwife could absolutely do. Even while the physical acts wouldn't trouble me much. I trust her completely, and offer her a lot of freedom, so cheating would possibly even hurt more.

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I was lucky: I had a happy childhood, a stable family, and no traumas. Only normal growing-up problems.

In my case, I think one relationship filled with (my) jealousy and (her) cheating, and then being dumped for someone else in my next relationship, helped to trigger this kink in me when I was young. Not really based in fear, though, AFAIK. I always had plenty of success with the ladies. I suspect that my discovering psychedelics around that same time had something to do with it. I think I just "got over" my own youthful ego and insecurities, and what was left over was a hearty appreciation for girls with a naughty streak.

My next girlfriend, we tried to turn her into a hotgirlfriend, though we never made it happen. She was rebuffed by the guy she wanted - he was in a relationship - and I soon (un-relatedly) broke up with her to get back together with my previous ex . Kids .

[StockingHubby]

I just remembered another early experience. At my high school graduation party about 50 of us went over to a friend’s house. She had a hot tub in her living room if you can imagine. Three or four of us were in the hot tub and one of my high school classmates who was a bona fide slut (her term) was also in. One of the absolute dorkiest kids you could ever imagine was in the hot tub too, and they literally started going at it. And she climbed on top of them and they had sex right there about 18 inches away from me. I couldn’t get out of the hot tub and I’m not sure I wanted to. watched about 30 seconds to a minute before they stopped. To be barely 18 years old and witness two of your childhood friends all of a sudden start having sex in a public setting, only a foot or two away still boggles the imagination.

[Parsifal]

Romantic/sexual angst coinciding with the 'teen years' is a universal experience. Absent any real tragedy in life, they become some of the most powerful emotional memories we accumulate.

I am convinced these feelings take a lifetime to work through. I was recently visiting my elderly parents (still at home in the house I grew up in) and I walked past the house of my HS girlfriend. I felt an emotion, not powerful, but recognizable nonetheless.

She too broke my heart, but she did what she did because I broke her heart first. It happens.

Experiencing hotwifing from the man's perspective is a liberation from what we knew previously as painful angst, and the facing head-on of all of our fears.

Romantic sexual angst opening a mental horizon we come to feel as compersion. So what's going on? One of my working hypotheses is to see compersion as a cathexis of separation anxiety. One way to adapt to pain is to mix it with pleasure. Ever greater measures of pain, we know, can be made pleasurable through psychic association with sexual release. Compersion thus functions like BDSM. Abandonment by the Significant Female is primal fear. It is rooted in the fundamental childhood fear of abandonment by the mother. We who are capable of such psychic gymnastics learn to libidinize the fear of abandonment.

[StockingHubby]

Romantic sexual angst opening a mental horizon we come to feel as compersion. So what's going on? One of my working hypotheses is to see compersion as a cathexis of separation anxiety. One way to adapt to pain is to mix it with pleasure. Ever greater measures of pain, we know, can be made pleasurable through psychic association with sexual release. Compersion thus functions like BDSM. Abandonment by the Significant Female is primal fear. It is rooted in the fundamental childhood fear of abandonment by the mother. We who are capable of such psychic gymnastics learn to libidinize the fear of abandonment.

Wow - simply, WOW! I think you're onto something... what you describe (the psychic process of transformation of this energy/experience) seems to match what I experience during one of our "dates"... pain and excitement and fear and joy all mixed up!

[discreetlys husband]

I hope she doesn’t kill me for sharing this. My wife has the “it” factor. People are just drawn to her. She is gorgeous and I’m sure that may be a reason, but there’s more to her. A genuinely good person who loves people in general and that translates. She doesn’t flaunt her looks (though I wish she would nowadays) so she doesn’t have men make a pass at her.

Years ago, she was pregnant with one of our children. One of the clients at where she worked asked her to lunch. She asked me, as her husband, if she could go. Honestly I think we were both in totally uncharted waters. She probably was flattered, felt desired, felt a tingle but unsure what to do.


So she asked me if she could go. Now I was in uncharted waters. Do I say no and seem totally, maniacally possessive to a fault? Is this a test by her to make sure I say no and give her a plausible reason to not go? Is this a test, Should I say yes to prove to her that I trust her?

When I asked questions, she said, “I am seven months pregnant, this has nothing to do with anything sexual.” I think she may have believed that. I, on the other hand, thought, this is a guy asking for a lunch. I don’t believe this is for purely platonic reasons. But I was conflicted, I wanted to show my trust though I thought it was very weird.

Anyway, I said yes and she went. That was the only time they ever got together, to my knowledge. I don’t know who the guy was, what he looked like, nothing.

The thing is though, it was years before I did super soul searching and found myself as a submissive sexual partner, one who celebrated a woman’s sexual autonomy.

So I was nervous. But not really nervous because I thought this would lead to anything. I was nervous because I didn’t know why I was excited and why I loved being her support system. I was excited that she was experiencing a new feeling with another guy but kept thinking, “why is this not bothering me like conventional wisdom says it should”. I was excited that with my permission, it allowed her to go with confidence and trust in our marriage. I liked supporting her, it made me feel genuine.

At the time, had she done anything sexual, it would have been totally devastating since she and I were not prepared for that type of dynamic so early in our marriage.

But I liked it and at the time did not know why I liked it. I was supposed to be this alpha husband that should be throwing down a big fat No to the lunch. But I think my core character kicked in and I sort of naturally went into “I’m her wingman” mode by supporting her exploration… my support allows her to be guilt free in her exploration…

I now know all of that to be true and actually would benefit our marriage.

Nowadays, I would say yes I believe knowing both she and I have it in proper context for our marriage.

A lot of good comments above and I really enjoyed “Mrs.Hotwifecplsa” comments.

[StockingHubby]

I was browsing through TV shows on streaming services just now and came across "Cheaters". I remember watching that show when it was on cable, like 20 years ago. I remember being absolutely glued to the screen - the investigative aspect was intriguing, but what I realize now, in hindsight, it was all the "following and watching" that is involved in the show... and there were always slightly blurred out "reveals" of the actual cheating, sometimes suggesting pretty graphic activity going on. Maybe part of my hotwife kink is voyeuristic in nature? In any event, that show needs to be added to my list of influences that set the stage for interest in this lifestyle... in a way, my wife is "cheating on me in plain view" (often literally)... even me getting to see the text flirting that she does prior to setting up each date is kind of like having a voyeuristic window into the intimate sexual motivations of my wife... super hot!!

[StockingHubby]

Just remembered another early experience, well, influence... the movie "Sideways" had a crazy scene in it where the main character (Thomas Hayden Church?) had sex with a woman, seemingly randomly, and it was revealed that the husband was watching and filming it. I thought that was crazy back 20 years ago, but it stirred something in me.

That movie won some Oscars, so if you think about it, it's a pretty mainstream film to be featuring a hotwife/cuckold scenario in the middle of it!

[StockingHubby]

And how could I forget - the movie "Indecent Proposal"? That might well have been the first movie to plant that idea...

[steve dallas]

We have been married 25 years. Right after we started dating in college, she went out of town for a weekend to visit an old boyfriend. It was a trip planned before we started dating, and we were new enough I didn't feel like I could tell her not to go. I assumed they had sex and it turned me on way more than it bothered me.

Later, she told me that he wanted to, but she told him no because she really liked me and thought our relationship had potential. Isn't that sweet?

A few weeks ago it came up in conversation and I told her how I felt at the time. She said, "I wish I had known that. I would have totally fucked him one more time if I knew I had permission."

25 years of regret hit me in an instant. How much different would our life be if I had been emotionally mature enough to share this with her then? But I was young enough that I probably would have fucked it up.