How does the Hotwifing Lifestyle evolve for couples?

[Parsifal]

There are lots of postings, indeed a whole Forum here dedicated to wannabe thoughts and concerns. However, an equally if not more fascinating line of thought concerns how marriages evolve after she crosses over into hotwifery for real and has her first encounter. For me, it's always interesting to consider not just the lead up, how it got started, but also the follow through, what is the trajectory of the relationship? Does the couple tweak it over time and what factors bring about any course adjustments.

This is a topic I could expound upon from my own personal experience with my exquisite wife, who is actually from a conservative, Brady Bunch style of family life, and while freespirited and libertarian by nature, she and I had to deconstruct and accommodate certain hangups from our respective upbringings. So years later, our approach is far more informed by our experiences and lots has changed for the better.

[Very Hot Wife]

My wife Becky was going through a very promiscuous few years of her life when we met, around 10 or 12 "one night stands" a month.

So when she told me, I quickly realised this was going to be relationship like no other..!

Two days after meeting, we were looking for guys who would be willing to service her in bed while I watched, something that wouldn't really work with her one nighters.

So she started off as a hot wife (although we hadn't heard of that terminology at the time) and then we moved on to the swinging lifestyle.

We still swap with our good friends in private and meet couples in clubs where it always involves full swap, but outside the clubs we have reverted to the hot wife life.

Swinger websites are notoriously flakey. We have far more success on dating sites. Single guys being contacted by Becky are much more likely to result in a fuck. Some have proved to be regular, others are just one-offs....

We still tweak things to keep it fresh and to improve our experiences, it's a natural thing to do.

One example is Becky's recent move to fucking guys bare, which she much prefers. Her suggestion. They provide a recent test result and off we go. We had used condoms for over 20 years beforehand.

You'll get a million different responses to this question...

[AdamGunn]

If the subject of being a hotwife has been sufficiently discussed and agreed upon by both people, it shouldn't impact the marriage very much at all. On most mornings, you'll still get up together, go to work, take care of the kids, have dinner, go to bed together. On weekends you'll pretty much do the same things you've done your entire marriage - go to dinners and movies, visit the parents, mow the lawn.

But . . . every now and then you'll have this great bout of sexual energy, and a wonderful afternoon or evening with a third person.

[MarknSusan]

We began by playing with another couple. It lasted 5 years until they moved. We really missed that amazing relationship and although we did play with a few more couples we learned that we never had the same chemistry with all four of us.

So we began playing with friends, including three of Susan’s old boyfriends, as a third. Susan loves MFM and I love FMF so it worked out well. It took several years before we agreed to have solo play and solo overnights.

It took us even longer to be open and honest with certain friends and family and telling them that we are CNM.

[SheLikesWhenIWatch]

Maria was a 19-year-old virgin when I met her at 23. I had been with around a half-dozen to a dozen girls by then, mostly one-nighters, but a couple of long-termers mixed in. I felt kind of guilty that I had “robbed” her of the opportunity to have a sort of sexual awakening. She was completely committed to being monogamous for the rest of our lives. Me, too, but I looked back on my sexual journey fondly, having experienced a variety of young women in a variety of circumstances. It had been a fun time for me, those years from 15 to 23. I wanted her to have some fun in her sexual awakening, too. So, I committed to figuring out a way to make it happen.

The “event” that tipped the first domino was when an old friend came to visit from out-of-state with his newlywed wife. They were not shy about fucking in their bedroom which was just on the other side of the wall between our rooms. He fucked her mercilessly (quite loudly) on their first night with us. Maria was instantly wet while listening to them fucking and cumming together. Before long, we had all moved to the living room couch where us fellows fucked our wives side-by-side. No swapping, just side-by-side fucking in full view of the other couple.

Maria was awakened that night. She LOVED being in plain view for all eyes to see. She wanted more, but she was afraid to embrace that part of herself. She felt dirty, she said, “but it was so fun!” I admitted that I would have liked to swap, but she recoiled at the thought of breaking our marriage vows. (Forget the fact that she had just allowed another couple to watch her get laid. Swapping was just a step too far.)

Years of mutual fantasizing ensued. She accepted the fantasies, but they always seemed too abstract to actually come true. We finally settled on a realistic fantasy that involved a single co-worker of hers. The fantasy was VERY well developed, and it felt like there was just a millimeter between reality and fantasy.

I had the opportunity to talk to the object of our fantasy, Anthony, to get a feel for whether he would be interested in pursuing her if I stood aside. He couldn’t believe his luck! (He now admits that he had been routinely masturbating to thoughts of being with Maria for months, if not a year or more.) So, I told him that should the opportunity arise, he would have my green light. It would have to be COMPLETELY her call, though.

About a month later, they happened to be alone together on an outing organized through their work. He made his move. She opened herself to him. He took her. She was ABSOLUTELY THRILLED at how good it all felt. I’ve never seen her happier than when she returned to me. She was completely consumed, now, with exploring her sexual awakening. It was a side of herself she hadn’t known existed and she RELISHED in discovering more about herself, her tastes, her likes and dislikes.

But there was a slight problem.

I, too, wanted to witness her sexual awakening, but I guess I hadn’t been clear with Anthony that I literally wanted to be there, in the room, watching her in blissful delight, cumming on his hard cock, made happy. We had fantasized about it for a decade, and now it seemed I was being left out.

I asked her to clarify the situation for him. He was genuinely taken aback. He thought I just wanted to share her, not be personally present. He was repulsed at the idea of another guy “staring at [his] junk” while he was having sex.

I asked him to consider it. He said it would take some time, that he was having a hard time reconciling what I was “asking for.” I was relegated to jerking off to thoughts of Maria getting laid. She would come home so happy (and often very full) from her boyfriend’s place. I didn’t want to put a damper on that. I loved her so much (still do) and didn’t want to sour her experience. She was discovering all kinds of things about herself with him.

After about a year, I had a snap-tantrum with the two of them. They both knew what my needs and desires were, but they appeared to be doing nothing to bring me into the scene. I made it clear. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand! Maria felt the gravity of the situation immediately. She could feel that this was an inflection point in our marriage, and that if I wasn’t brought in, our marriage might possibly be doomed or, at the very least, irreparably damaged.

She pressed Anthony to bring me in.

He finally and reluctantly agreed, and eventually I had the opportunity to watch my beautiful wife take another man’s dick, even if it felt forced.

But here’s the thing that none of us expected…..

After a while, Anthony seemed to LIKE fucking Maria right in front of me, as I’d sit there playing with myself.

Yes! I believe a bull was born!

He truly seemed to be enjoying it, putting on a sort of show. He’d fuck her well, and I’d see the absolute power he had over her, getting her to moan and cum on his sawing dick. He’d lean way back and tell me to come over and get a good look. (I’d cum almost instantly. He realized he had power over me, too.) He was genuinely enjoying it after about six months. He showed me how to fuck my beautiful wife very well. Maria was elated, of course. She was completely satisfied, a softening dick in each hand, as the three of us would lay there spent in his bed, sharing washcloths and Kleenex boxes to clean up.

It went on like this for the next 15 years or so. She would go to his place after work two or three times a week and come home as happy as a clam. (I got to reclaim her a lot. It was a nice time for our marriage. We were all very happy.) About once each month, he’d want me to be there to show me how to make my wife cum again and again, and then to watch him make his deposit. She was just so happy to have two dicks in her life, one that she’s married to and another that is just superior in so many ways.

For our part, we’re glad we opened the door on our marriage, even if it was just a little bit. She has learned so much about herself that a vanilla marriage would not have allowed. (What can I say? He just fucks her much better than me. He was always much better at it, and she LOVED every inch of every thrust. Who wouldn’t?)

I used to tell her that there are others out there who could teach her even more. But she was happy with her one lover for the longest time. He taught her volumes!

Oddly enough, as 2022 came to a close, she finally decided that Anthony had taught her everything he could, and she ended her sexual relationship with him. (They’re still friends, but they’ve each moved on.) At about the same time, she was taking a liking to a new fellow.

Today, she routinely sees her new man, Walt. They’re not as active as she was with Anthony. About once or twice each month. He knows I approve. Just like that first year with Anthony, Walt can’t imagine another guy staring at his junk, but this time around, I’m more comfortable letting them explore without me. (When you’ve watched your wife get laid a couple hundred times, it’s not hard to imagine how it all goes down.) She has occasionally brought some video home for me to watch. Hot! But exactly what I imagined. (He has a different style, but he’s still quite good for her, I think.)

I don’t feel the same sense of urgency to be included this time around. Am I just getting older? More mature?

I just love having a wife who is completely happy with herself…a wife who still services me when she comes home full of him. (She’s still attentive to my needs, and I will NEVER turn down a shot at sloppy seconds. We LOVE it!)

We’ll be celebrating 33 years of marriage, soon. She’s been such a wonderful wife, and I’m so glad she has taken the opportunity to “know” some other men in our time together.

[Parsifal]

Although I was the one who opened the door for my wife and encouraged her to walk through it, the whole thing terrified me initially because I valued my marriage above all else and I had no idea how allowing her that kind of freedom would affect her devotion for me. So initially, the whole thing was fraught with a lot of drama that admittedly grew out of my angst and insecurity. We had lots of rules along with stops and starts and some discontent that seemed to lift and dissipate as I grew more trusting of her.

[dbcraleigh]

Maria was a 19-year-old virgin when I met her at 23. I had been with around a half-dozen to a dozen girls by then, mostly one-nighters, but a couple of long-termers mixed in. I felt kind of guilty that I had “robbed” her of the opportunity to have a sort of sexual awakening. She was completely committed to being monogamous for the rest of our lives. Me, too, but I looked back on my sexual journey fondly, having experienced a variety of young women in a variety of circumstances. It had been a fun time for me, those years from 15 to 23. I wanted her to have some fun in her sexual awakening, too. So, I committed to figuring out a way to make it happen.

The “event” that tipped the first domino was when an old friend came to visit from out-of-state with his newlywed wife. They were not shy about fucking in their bedroom which was just on the other side of the wall between our rooms. He fucked her mercilessly (quite loudly) on their first night with us. Maria was instantly wet while listening to them fucking and cumming together. Before long, we had all moved to the living room couch where us fellows fucked our wives side-by-side. No swapping, just side-by-side fucking in full view of the other couple.

Maria was awakened that night. She LOVED being in plain view for all eyes to see. She wanted more, but she was afraid to embrace that part of herself. She felt dirty, she said, “but it was so fun!” I admitted that I would have liked to swap, but she recoiled at the thought of breaking our marriage vows. (Forget the fact that she had just allowed another couple to watch her get laid. Swapping was just a step too far.)

Years of mutual fantasizing ensued. She accepted the fantasies, but they always seemed too abstract to actually come true. We finally settled on a realistic fantasy that involved a single co-worker of hers. The fantasy was VERY well developed, and it felt like there was just a millimeter between reality and fantasy.

I had the opportunity to talk to the object of our fantasy, Anthony, to get a feel for whether he would be interested in pursuing her if I stood aside. He couldn’t believe his luck! (He now admits that he had been routinely masturbating to thoughts of being with Maria for months, if not a year or more.) So, I told him that should the opportunity arise, he would have my green light. It would have to be COMPLETELY her call, though.

About a month later, they happened to be alone together on an outing organized through their work. He made his move. She opened herself to him. He took her. She was ABSOLUTELY THRILLED at how good it all felt. I’ve never seen her happier than when she returned to me. She was completely consumed, now, with exploring her sexual awakening. It was a side of herself she hadn’t known existed and she RELISHED in discovering more about herself, her tastes, her likes and dislikes.

But there was a slight problem.

I, too, wanted to witness her sexual awakening, but I guess I hadn’t been clear with Anthony that I literally wanted to be there, in the room, watching her in blissful delight, cumming on his hard cock, made happy. We had fantasized about it for a decade, and now it seemed I was being left out.

I asked her to clarify the situation for him. He was genuinely taken aback. He thought I just wanted to share her, not be personally present. He was repulsed at the idea of another guy “staring at [his] junk” while he was having sex.

I asked him to consider it. He said it would take some time, that he was having a hard time reconciling what I was “asking for.” I was relegated to jerking off to thoughts of Maria getting laid. She would come home so happy (and often very full) from her boyfriend’s place. I didn’t want to put a damper on that. I loved her so much (still do) and didn’t want to sour her experience. She was discovering all kinds of things about herself with him.

After about a year, I had a snap-tantrum with the two of them. They both knew what my needs and desires were, but they appeared to be doing nothing to bring me into the scene. I made it clear. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand! Maria felt the gravity of the situation immediately. She could feel that this was an inflection point in our marriage, and that if I wasn’t brought in, our marriage might possibly be doomed or, at the very least, irreparably damaged.

She pressed Anthony to bring me in.

He finally and reluctantly agreed, and eventually I had the opportunity to watch my beautiful wife take another man’s dick, even if it felt forced.

But here’s the thing that none of us expected…..

After a while, Anthony seemed to LIKE fucking Maria right in front of me, as I’d sit there playing with myself.

Yes! I believe a bull was born!

He truly seemed to be enjoying it, putting on a sort of show. He’d fuck her well, and I’d see the absolute power he had over her, getting her to moan and cum on his sawing dick. He’d lean way back and tell me to come over and get a good look. (I’d cum almost instantly. He realized he had power over me, too.) He was genuinely enjoying it after about six months. He showed me how to fuck my beautiful wife very well. Maria was elated, of course. She was completely satisfied, a softening dick in each hand, as the three of us would lay there spent in his bed, sharing washcloths and Kleenex boxes to clean up.

It went on like this for the next 15 years or so. She would go to his place after work two or three times a week and come home as happy as a clam. (I got to reclaim her a lot. It was a nice time for our marriage. We were all very happy.) About once each month, he’d want me to be there to show me how to make my wife cum again and again, and then to watch him make his deposit. She was just so happy to have two dicks in her life, one that she’s married to and another that is just superior in so many ways.

For our part, we’re glad we opened the door on our marriage, even if it was just a little bit. She has learned so much about herself that a vanilla marriage would not have allowed. (What can I say? He just fucks her much better than me. He was always much better at it, and she LOVED every inch of every thrust. Who wouldn’t?)

I used to tell her that there are others out there who could teach her even more. But she was happy with her one lover for the longest time. He taught her volumes!

Oddly enough, as 2022 came to a close, she finally decided that Anthony had taught her everything he could, and she ended her sexual relationship with him. (They’re still friends, but they’ve each moved on.) At about the same time, she was taking a liking to a new fellow.

Today, she routinely sees her new man, Walt. They’re not as active as she was with Anthony. About once or twice each month. He knows I approve. Just like that first year with Anthony, Walt can’t imagine another guy staring at his junk, but this time around, I’m more comfortable letting them explore without me. (When you’ve watched your wife get laid a couple hundred times, it’s not hard to imagine how it all goes down.) She has occasionally brought some video home for me to watch. Hot! But exactly what I imagined. (He has a different style, but he’s still quite good for her, I think.)

I don’t feel the same sense of urgency to be included this time around. Am I just getting older? More mature?

I just love having a wife who is completely happy with herself…a wife who still services me when she comes home full of him. (She’s still attentive to my needs, and I will NEVER turn down a shot at sloppy seconds. We LOVE it!)

We’ll be celebrating 33 years of marriage, soon. She’s been such a wonderful wife, and I’m so glad she has taken the opportunity to “know” some other men in our time together.

Amazing story, thank you for sharing, so hot and very relatable.

[coastalkid]

It went on like this for the next 15 years or so. ......... She was just so happy to have two dicks in her life, one that she’s married to and another that is just superior in so many ways.

For our part, we’re glad we opened the door on our marriage, even if it was just a little bit. She has learned so much about herself that a vanilla marriage would not have allowed. (What can I say? He just fucks her much better than me. He was always much better at it, and she LOVED every inch of every thrust. Who wouldn’t?)

I used to tell her that there are others out there who could teach her even more. But she was happy with her one lover for the longest time. He taught her volumes!

Oddly enough, as 2022 came to a close, she finally decided that Anthony had taught her everything he could, and she ended her sexual relationship with him. (They’re still friends, but they’ve each moved on.) At about the same time, she was taking a liking to a new fellow.

After 15 years with this guy she decided she had learned all she was going to from him? There seems like there had to of been more than just that to end that good thing? It also had to be somewhat of a shock to you too. When her sex life changes so does yours, doesn't it?

One of the questions I've always asked is doesn't anything new eventually become routine over time? It seems like it would be a natural evolution. The shock and awe of that first time has to become less potent for a husband after 15 years. After 15 years of, she goes out has some fun, drinks a little, gets mind blowing sex and comes home exhausted and worn out has to become an expected thing. When I think of that it feels like a kind of conditioning. After a while it's no big deal. I feel like this is part of the unspoken evolution.

I'm glad you're happy in your situation, sincerely! Many men should and do envy you! You're getting what you want and that's more important than many people will admit to!

[SheLikesWhenIWatch]

After 15 years with this guy she decided she had learned all she was going to from him? There seems like there had to of been more than just that to end that good thing? It also had to be somewhat of a shock to you too. When her sex life changes so does yours, doesn't it?

One of the questions I've always asked is doesn't anything new eventually become routine over time? It seems like it would be a natural evolution. The shock and awe of that first time has to become less potent for a husband after 15 years. After 15 years of, she goes out has some fun, drinks a little, gets mind blowing sex and comes home exhausted and worn out has to become an expected thing. When I think of that it feels like a kind of conditioning. After a while it's no big deal. I feel like this is part of the unspoken evolution.

I'm glad you're happy in your situation, sincerely! Many men should and do envy you! You're getting what you want and that's more important than many people will admit to!

Yes. You’re absolutely right.

After 15 years, he was essentially a “co-husband.”

He lives (still) about 10 minutes away from us. It was not unusual at all for Maria to get off of work and then go to his place to spend some time, before coming home to me and the kids. Sex among the two of them had been slowing down to, maybe, once a week. (It’s hard to say, actually. After 15 years of it, I stopped asking and she stopped volunteering that information, not out of sneakiness or disrespect, but out of mundane exhaustion. It had become “no big deal.” “Of course he fucked her,” I’d think, “It’s about time for him to get his relief this week.”) The relationship had become rather routine, and she now admits that she and he were more or less fucking just to get some weekly relief. It certainly didn’t have the sort of excitement that it had 15 years prior. Still, they were cool with helping me to get my “cuck relief” about once a month, where he’d fuck her as I sat there in front of them watching and jerking. But even that seemed like it had become routine. (There were a couple of times when, for reasons beyond our control like vacation schedules or whatnot, I didn’t get my “cuck relief,” and I thought I was going to go bonkers. It’s truly an addiction! When you’re getting your fix about once a month and you skip a month, you’re gonna feel it.) I think she internally saw us as co-husbands. We were practically behaving that way. He would help us out with some garden project that required heavy lifting; we would drive him to the airport so he could go visit his sister in Alaska. I would be at his house to let the plumber in while he was at work; he would join us at the kids’ little league games.

And I think that when Maria finally realized how mundane it had all become, she started looking for a way to end it.

She didn’t want two husbands.

I am/was her primary, and I always would be, despite all of my shortcomings.

So, little things about him (not me so much) started getting on her nerves. “He drives like an aggressive asshole!” (And, yes, he does! He’s one of those assholes we all despise. Tailgating. Changing lanes aggressively. Honking impatiently. Etcetera.) “He never wants to introduce me to his friends.” (High school buddies) “He’s always looking at the check to see how much food I ate, and its cost, and how much he ate…like he’s keeping mental track of how much I’m costing him.”

But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when he had to go to the doctor and needed to have a ride home. In such cases, the admitting nurse ALWAYS wants to put eyeballs on the person who’s going to be driving the patient home. They went together. And when the nurse asked him who was going to be driving him home that day, he pointed to her and said, “my friend.”

It may seem like such a small thing to us, but to Maria, she was expecting him to say, “my girlfriend” at the very least. For 15+ years he’d been putting his dick in her, she reasoned, the least he could do (when it really didn’t matter) was call her his “girlfriend.”

She snapped that day. She came home (to me) and said she’d been thinking of ending it with him.

Mind you, by this time, the two of them had cucked me around 150 times. There is literally nothing I hadn’t seen Maria do in those 15+ years. I had/have countless hours of video of the three of us playing, from wide shots to close ups. It’s so amateur, but it brings back such great memories. Despite everything you’re reading here about how asshole-ish he is, he was REALLY good at fucking her lights out with that superior cock of his.

At around this time, Maria had been mentioning that she and some other girls at work were checking out this new guy, Walt. I just thought it was idle gossip among coworkers, but it turned out to be much more for Maria. I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Was she planning to “double-cuck” me? The girls at work were completely enamored with this guy. “He walks like he has a big dick,” one remarked. “Gimme a ticket to that ride,” remarked another. More on this later.

I was ready to help her through the breakup, if need be. I could see that the relationship was wearing on her.

Would I miss our threesomes? FUCK YES! But Maria’s desires were my desires. They always will be.

She gradually started holding back, not heading over to his place after work, for example. That barely registered a tremor in his world. I don’t think he really noticed. He just thought it was a case of mismatched schedules.

But even Maria is not immune from the addiction of a good cock. (She loved the way he’d hold her down and fuck her with his good cock.) She wanted one more really good fucking. So, she came to me one day and asked, “One last time?”

I knew that this would be it….the end. “Sure. Let’s do this.”

Let me tell you how hard it was to go over to his place one more time KNOWING that this would be the last time I would ever watch him get balls-deep in Maria….in her mouth; in her pussy….watch her moan and cum on his excellent cock…..and finally watch him fill her with his sperm.

I couldn’t say ANYTHING though.

This was between them, not us.

(For my part, I sprayed all over the place on his sheets and the floor as he was filling her up. I just can’t get enough of it! God! I miss it!)

It might sound nuts, but I think it was a form of closure for her. One last ride before calling it done. It had come full circle.

I thought our cucking days were over. But then…that fellow at work, Walt.

It turns out that Walt had eyes for Maria (among all the admiring girls/women).

At some point, they happened to be alone at work, and he made a bold proposition. “Would you ever think that the two of us might be able to….uh…..hook-up sometime?”

Just like the good old days, Maria’s pussy started twitching at the prospect of new adventure.

She came home and told me what had happened. I was blown away.

He was hoping he’d get Maria to cheat on me for a night…maybe more. But I insisted that if they wanted to do this (and she was DEFINITELY leaning that way….she gets wet just thinking about him) that we tell him that I know everything, and that she can play freely.

It was an awkward conversation, but we got through it. It’s hard to tell some dude that he can enjoy guilt-free fucking with my wife. “Have all the fun you want!” He was blown away…..but very quickly got used to it.

Maria and Walt, while far less active than her previous boyfriend, are now seeing each other weekly.

I can already (2+ years, now) tell that this one is different from her first. Walt has already said that a cucking threesome is a no-go for him.

We’ll see! Her first boyfriend said the same thing…..until he realized he liked fucking another man’s wife…right in front of him. It must be an incredible sense of power to be able to do that. I just know that I like having it done to me.

It’s interesting to see how when one door closes, another one opens.

[coastalkid]

After 15 years with this guy she decided she had learned all she was going to from him? There seems like there had to of been more than just that to end that good thing? It also had to be somewhat of a shock to you too. When her sex life changes so does yours, doesn't it?

One of the questions I've always asked is doesn't anything new eventually become routine over time? It seems like it would be a natural evolution. The shock and awe of that first time has to become less potent for a husband after 15 years. After 15 years of, she goes out has some fun, drinks a little, gets mind blowing sex and comes home exhausted and worn out has to become an expected thing. When I think of that it feels like a kind of conditioning. After a while it's no big deal. I feel like this is part of the unspoken evolution.

I'm glad you're happy in your situation, sincerely! Many men should and do envy you! You're getting what you want and that's more important than many people will admit to!

Yes. You’re absolutely right.

After 15 years, he was essentially a “co-husband.”

He lives (still) about 10 minutes away from us. It was not unusual at all for Maria to get off of work and then go to his place to spend some time, before coming home to me and the kids. Sex among the two of them had been slowing down to, maybe, once a week. (It’s hard to say, actually. After 15 years of it, I stopped asking and she stopped volunteering that information, not out of sneakiness or disrespect, but out of mundane exhaustion. It had become “no big deal.” “Of course he fucked her,” I’d think, “It’s about time for him to get his relief this week.”) The relationship had become rather routine, and she now admits that she and he were more or less fucking just to get some weekly relief. It certainly didn’t have the sort of excitement that it had 15 years prior. Still, they were cool with helping me to get my “cuck relief” about once a month, where he’d fuck her as I sat there in front of them watching and jerking. But even that seemed like it had become routine. (There were a couple of times when, for reasons beyond our control like vacation schedules or whatnot, I didn’t get my “cuck relief,” and I thought I was going to go bonkers. It’s truly an addiction! When you’re getting your fix about once a month and you skip a month, you’re gonna feel it.) I think she internally saw us as co-husbands. We were practically behaving that way. He would help us out with some garden project that required heavy lifting; we would drive him to the airport so he could go visit his sister in Alaska. I would be at his house to let the plumber in while he was at work; he would join us at the kids’ little league games.

And I think that when Maria finally realized how mundane it had all become, she started looking for a way to end it.

She didn’t want two husbands.

I am/was her primary, and I always would be, despite all of my shortcomings.

So, little things about him (not me so much) started getting on her nerves. “He drives like an aggressive asshole!” (And, yes, he does! He’s one of those assholes we all despise. Tailgating. Changing lanes aggressively. Honking impatiently. Etcetera.) “He never wants to introduce me to his friends.” (High school buddies) “He’s always looking at the check to see how much food I ate, and its cost, and how much he ate…like he’s keeping mental track of how much I’m costing him.”

But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when he had to go to the doctor and needed to have a ride home. In such cases, the admitting nurse ALWAYS wants to put eyeballs on the person who’s going to be driving the patient home. They went together. And when the nurse asked him who was going to be driving him home that day, he pointed to her and said, “my friend.”

It may seem like such a small thing to us, but to Maria, she was expecting him to say, “my girlfriend” at the very least. For 15+ years he’d been putting his dick in her, she reasoned, the least he could do (when it really didn’t matter) was call her his “girlfriend.”

She snapped that day. She came home (to me) and said she’d been thinking of ending it with him.

Mind you, by this time, the two of them had cucked me around 150 times. There is literally nothing I hadn’t seen Maria do in those 15+ years. (Except: She won’t do anal….for me or for anyone. That’s a no-go for her.) I had/have countless hours of video of the three of us playing, from wide shots to close ups. It’s so amateur, but it brings back such great memories. Despite everything you’re reading here, he was REALLY good at fucking her lights out!

At around this time, Maria had been mentioning that she and some other girls at work were checking out this new guy, Walt. I just thought it was idle gossip among coworkers, but it turned out to be much more for Maria. I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Was she planning to “double-cuck” me? The girls at work were completely enamored with this guy. “He walks like he has a big dick,” one remarked. “Gimme a ticket to that ride,” remarked another. More on this later.

I was ready to help her through the breakup, if need be. I could see that the relationship was wearing on her.

Would I miss our threesomes? FUCK YES! But Maria’s desires were my desires. They always will be.

She gradually started holding back, not heading over to his place after work, for example. That barely registered a tremor in his world. I don’t think he really noticed. He just thought it was a case of mismatched schedules.

But even Maria is not immune from the addiction of a good cock. (She loved the way he’d hold her down and fuck her with his good cock.) She wanted one more really good fucking. So, she came to me one day and asked, “One last time?”

I knew that this would be it….the end. “Sure. Let’s do this.”

Let me tell you how hard it was to go over to his place one more time KNOWING that this would be the last time I would ever watch him get balls-deep in Maria….both in her mouth and in her pussy….watch her moan and cum on his excellent cock…..and finally watch him cum inside her.

I couldn’t say ANYTHING though.

This was between them, not us.

(For my part, I sprayed all over the place on his sheets and the floor as he was filling her up. I just can’t get enough of it! God! I miss it!)

It might sound nuts, but I think it was a form of closure for her. One last ride before calling it done. It had come full circle.

I thought our cucking days were over. But then…that fellow at work, Walt.

It turns out that Walt had eyes for Maria (among all the admiring girls/women).

At some point, they happened to be alone at work, and he made a bold proposition. “Would you ever think that the two of us might be able to….uh…..hook-up sometime?”

Just like the good old days, Maria’s pussy started twitching at the prospect of new adventure.

She came home and told me what had happened. I was blown away.

He was hoping he’d get Maria to cheat on me for a night…maybe more. But I insisted that if they wanted to do this (and she was DEFINITELY leaning that way….she gets wet just thinking about him) that we tell him that I know everything, and that she can play freely.

It was an awkward conversation, but we got through it.

Maria and Walt, while far less active than her previous boyfriend, are now seeing each other weekly.

It’s interesting to see how when one door closes, another one opens.

Thanks for your reply, sincerely! This is what I suspected. Over time and given enough repetition even the sexual appeal wasn't enough to overcome the familiarity of personalities. If they don't compliment each other it breeds contempt and eventually ambivalence. In her case the "weekly relief" ultimately wasn't worth it. I'm sure everything became predictable. Even the undeniable joy of getting her lights fucked out wasn't enough of a draw for your wife to continue.

I have to imagine that your wife "evolved" her approach with Walt and dealing with you. She had to come away with a lot of lessons she learned in those 15 years. Are there things that you can see are different this time with Walt besides the not getting to watch part? What does you wife do now to give you that "cuck relief"? Is she aware that you need it?

[SheLikesWhenIWatch]

I have to imagine that your wife "evolved" her approach with Walt and dealing with you. She had to come away with a lot of lessons she learned in those 15 years. Are there things that you can see are different this time with Walt besides the not getting to watch part? What does you wife do now to give you that "cuck relief"? Is she aware that you need it?

I guess “evolved” is the right word. We’ve come to a comfortable understanding. We’ve BOTH evolved.

While I cherish the memories of watching my wife have sex with her former boyfriend, I just don’t feel the need to be “present” when she gets mind-blowing sex with her current boyfriend….

I really don’t know why! Is it a “been there, done that” thing? Is it just a maturity thing? Is it truly evolutionary? (I doubt that one. Evolution is sssssslllllooooowwwww!) I’m trying to figure it out, myself.

Still, she knows it turns me on….simply KNOWING she’s getting great sex from a dick that is not mine. So, she occasionally brings home a video clip on her phone. (And by the way, for a fellow who says he’s freaked out at the idea of another guy looking at his junk, I’d say he has nothing to worry about. Not massive. Not small. But well-equipped. I can see why she’s enjoying herself.)

There have been a few times when she has walked in the door “full.” (We love sloppy seconds!). And while the sloppy seconds haven’t been as fresh as they used to be, they’re still pretty fun. And then, there’s always the description of how he fucked her while she’s fucking me. (The imagery is fantastic, and she knows how to bring me right there.)

[mychubbyhotwife]

There are lots of postings, indeed a whole Forum here dedicated to wannabe thoughts and concerns. However, an equally if not more fascinating line of thought concerns how marriages evolve after she crosses over into hotwifery for real and has her first encounter.

It took a long time convincing my wife to try it. When she did she loved it!

In the beginning I picked out men for her to have sex with. But over time she took control. She became hooked on having sex with any man she wanted to as long as it was ok with me. We were still a committed married couple. She loved me more for letting her have sex with other men.

Our lunch/dinner dates turned into her looking around for interesting men she might want to have sex with. Going to a bar for drinks supercharged that and we had a few parities with men she picked up in a bar. We didn't meet anyone who was opposed to watching me have sex with her.

She was very comfortable having sex with other men in front of me. And she would only have sex with other men if I was present. It was ok with me if she wanted to have privacy without me being there but for now she wants me to be there.

[Parsifal]

One of the changes in my relationship worth mentioning is frequency. As Ive become more trusting of the situation in general - trusting, I say, in the whole situation of her having outside intimacy and returning home to her stable, married life without alienated affections - I've learned to recognize how the more active pace she naturally sets for her activities brings greater balance to our marriage culture.

So to state it in concrete terms, we started out with it happening maybe monthly on average and gradually grew into a once or twice a week pattern. She's lobbied for it being a weekly thing for years and probably wanted it at that frequency for even longer, but she's been patient and respectful of my feelings and didn't push for more than I was emotionally capable of being comfortable with at the time. As time went on even she discovered she wanted it more often than she initially did, so the lesson to be learned for us both is that her sex drive is a momentum-gathering cycle, with more stimulating desire for even more.

I'm sure I'm merely stating the obvious to note here that frequent sexual release is the best palliative for anxiety known to man, and she is, by nature, a high anxiety female without it. I on the other hand have grown so much more limerent of the situation, reaching more profoundly within myself to find happiness from her happiness - for the first time in my life to feel unselfish happiness in addition to the admittedly selfish pleasures of having such a beautiful woman ever ready to submit in appreciation to all of my enhanced carnality for her.

[kellycuckoldsmark]

I think just like everything else in a marriage, the lifestyle evolves over time. We went from swingers, to hot wife to cuckold over the 24 years we have been active. And likewise we have gone through periods of plenty and through periods of drought to at one stage even stopping when she thought she wanted to be a wholesome wife and mom - although that only lasted six months!

What she likes has changed over time as has the type of man she likes. She had gone well over a decade without seeing someone regularly or having any deep emotional attachment until another lover 'introduced' her to someone who she now gets so excited to see weekly. The season we are in now is one of our wildest especially her frequency and number and we are loving every minute of it because we know, from experience, that this season will end at some time.

It is these changes, both planned and unplanned, that keep this fresh. For us it is as much the mental side of her being a hot wife as the sexual side. Her focus on her body, her hair, her make-up, her clothes and her lingerie. The flirting, the teasing and finally the seduction and then the sex. The evolution of the sex from passionate rip clothes off to making love as they get to know each others bodies better and can anticipate and drive the need of the other.

That thrill of a first date, first kiss, first caress and first fuck are what keep us coming back. Communication and total vulnerabilty with each other is what keeps us healthy and sane.