The Beginning of Our Journey

[Ruined_Panties]

So a little background about me and my girlfriend first:

I've known my girlfriend since 9th grade. She dated my best friend at the time, but I could tell there was chemistry between us even back then. Quickly afterwards she started messaging me on Facebook after they broke up and wanted to be friends. She lived a few towns over so we became best friends fast, sort of falling for each other with young love, but my friend ended up asking me to end my friendship with her. And as a loyal friend, I did for many years.

Fast forward we run into each other as adults, swap numbers, and end up meeting up and fucking like animals. Then a year goes by of ghosting me and we fuck again for 3 days straight... then she ghosts me for 5 years. We meet each other again in our late 20s at a bus stop and fall in love with each other all over again. She has a one year old baby with some dude she was with for 4 years.

My girlfriend and i... lets call her Renee... have been together for about 8 months now and we're talking about getting married and having children. We've always seen each other as the one that "got away" and want to be with each other forever. We both think we're each other's "soul mate".

She has had a lot of sex, fucked some 30+ people in her life, and yet I've found out her sex life has been extremely tamed in terms of kinkieness. When I finally came out to her as a cuckold, something I've never said out loud before, she was a little shocked. She finds it hard to think about someone else and feels extreme guilt about it, and thinks it'll make me angry with her and I'll regret it and break up with her.

She has since started to come around to my kinks. She's pan sexual, so she loves the sissy stuff and dressing me up like a submissive little femboy. She said she's never been dominant, but now that Ive given her this role she says she might have always been dominant deep down and cant go back to being submissive. (She's very vanilla submissively, doesn't like being spit on or humiliated or even trash talk) I've been doing a good job of putting her worries to rest, that even if I do have remorse—which I wont—then I can't be mad because I asked for this and then at least we know for sure.

She has been getting more and more receptive to the idea of cucking me. A few months ago she came out to me that she had a crush on my bass player... let's call him Dane... we both agree that it would be embarrassing for both of us if we were outed as a cuckold couple. I expressed that my band is my business—we tour a lot— and that I can't be mixing my sexlife with my business life, to which she completely understands.

For a while there she would tease me and play into my fantasies by jerking me off while she told me her fantasizes with Dane, and how she wants me there to watch. Since we started using Dane in our sex talk, our sex life has never been better. However, he is unfortunately off limits so we agreed to stop talking about him during sex because she said it was starting to make her uncomfortable when she saw him in person.

I suggested that we go on fetlife or make a secret couples tinder and find someone within the kink communities to fill our needs. She is 100% against this idea. She finds online dating weird and gross and the idea of not finding someone naturally really icks her out. I told her that she would have as long as she needed to get to know someone online before they met them but shes not down with it. I really think this is the best option for keeping our secret safe while also ensuring that they play into our dynamic and respect our relationship, but she doesn't get that part.

We had a mini breakup and during it she stated that me bring up Dane during sex after when we already talked about not being one of the reason for breaking up with me even though she was the one who brought him up first so i thought it was okay (very very small one)

We've been together for 3 months since the weekend breakup and have been stronger than ever... minus the kinky sex. I had a talk with her and she agreed she wanted the kinks back. I suprised her one day by wearing my chasitity cage and we had amazing "sex". She squirted all over her bed and I remained in my cage, happy she was satisfied. She even whispered to herself "wow, i guess that really does it for me." As if realizing that the things she feels guilt and shame about is sole thing that has been missing in her sex life.

Now our kinky sex life is back and a couple nights ago she started whispering in my ear that she thought Dane was looking hot at band practice and that she's sad that he hasn't gotten laid in over a year. She started to say really nasty things like

"I want to fuck more masculine men"

"Bigger, Taller, Stronger than you"

"I want to fuck your friends."

This was all while I was jerking off. She started to talk more about Dane and that she wants to fuck him BECAUSE he was more dominant and masculine than me. She stared to say things like "Okay I actually want to do this now." And "How should I make my first move? Should I pretend like you don't know? Would he betray you? I guess we'll find out how good of a friend he is to you!" I came twice just from her talking.

She even threw out the idea of inviting him out for valentines day, telling him that I don't care for the holiday, and then seeing where things lead to. (Happy fucking valentines day to me—holy fuck!! )

I think she gets off on the thought of fucking my friends because of who they are to me. She is deeply kinky and I'm slowly unshackling her from her sexual restraints. However, we both agree that my friends are kind of off limits. They're all my band members or people in bands that I play with, so it's still mixing my business life with my sex life. I absolutely cannot have the scandal of being branded a cuckold in the music community weighting down the success of my band.

Our sexlife has been amazing since talking about Dane again. But alas, she brought up again that we have to stop once and for all, and I agreed. I think he would be much too emotional and want him all for himself and fall in love with my hot girlfriend Renee quickly. Plus I'm not sure how fucking someone else will make her feel. Will she have feelings for him? Well have to see, and I don't want him being the test dummy as things could get messy and ruin my life.

She said she wants to make my fantasizes come true and that she wants to do this for me eventually but can't just tease me without having an object of desire. Her talking aboht Dane was better for both of us because she meant the words she said. It allowed her to be more creative as well in the sex talks.

She suggested who she could fuck, and what our boundaries and limits are, and I suggested someone who doesn't know me or my friends or band. Someone in the apartment building or something.

She said she has guilt and doubts that weigh her down heavily when thinking about this and says things like "I just can't imagine having desires for someone other than you baby," but has never cummed harder to the thought of locking me in chastity with the key around her neck, and me in a French maid outfit, while she fucks Dane.

Anyone have any advice for us in our journey? We're both figuring out our boundaries and learning as we go. It's tough because she finally found someone she is attracted to enough to allow herself to ignore the guilt of cheating, but that person is a gateway to ruining my life, even if we are best friends and she doesn't want to meet people online.

I've considered trying to make it work, having a 3 way with him and slowly allowing it to turn into cucking, but I think we'll still be at the same cross road.


I do think the best way to make our fantasizes come true is by having 3 ways first. Then after a while transitioning into cuckoldry. Thoughts? Share your experiences with me

[sandy691196]

Dane binge will ruin your relationship and profession and life..Period

Dane is a low hanging poison fruit. He being around as a fall back is coming in the way of finding other suitable FBs..

You 2 swear on your relationship and love and dump his theme once and for all. You should find it a point of pride that at the very outset you have dodged a bullet through iron discipline.

Go for strangers in clubs, bars and resorts..

[Wannabee]

Thanks for sharing your story. I can't help with advice but would love if you can keep us informed throughout your journey to cuckold. It seems that it will happen, you just have to figure out the "how". Good luck.

[surry]

Have you talked sex with Dane? We started this with our best friend. We set some ground rules and the three of us were ok. My wife loved getting fucked by him and me fucking her afterward. Then I would clean her up in front of him and jerk off. I was fun. We worked together.

[Ruined_Panties]

Preface: I wrote out this entire field report over the last couple of days, and I have since fed it through Chat GPT to make my writing smoother.

So if it sounds like chat it is, but this is all my real experience—Not fiction. I wish the admins got to posting this sooner because I would have taken Sandy's advice and dropped him before all of this went off the rails.

Alright. Here we go.

UPDATE
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Renee has been getting more excited about all the cuck talk, and now she’s thrilled at the possibility that I might actually let her sleep with people—no strings attached.

Dane, my bass player, invited us out to a singles' night at a local bar arcade for Valentine’s Day. We weren’t sure if he’d actually show up since he flakes a lot, and he had mentioned something earlier in the week that made it seem like he might not come. But regardless, we decided to go to the singles' night and attend as singles—free to flirt with people, no strings attached.

"What if I find someone and you don't? Are you really going to be okay with seeing me make out with some hot guy?" Renee asked.

This was my chance to put her mind at ease. She has this idea that if I let this happen, I’ll end up regretting it, resenting her, or even breaking up with her. But I was ready to prove to her that I’m completely secure with the idea of seeing her with another lover.

We agreed that if either of us found someone, we were free to do whatever we wanted for the night—provided we had each other’s approval. If one of us wasn’t comfortable with the other’s choice, we’d pass on it. And who knows? Maybe we’d even end the night with a threesome. Huge steps for Renee!

Well, as it turned out, Dane actually showed up—only to strike out and embarrass himself with the ladies like a fool. Meanwhile, this so-called singles’ night was anything but. Everywhere we looked, people were already paired off, leaning into each other, clearly not there to mingle.

With no other real options, Renee immediately started hovering around Dane… and, of course, she has a huge crush on him.

Soon, Renee and Dane were openly flirting—right in front of two of our friends who had also come for singles' night. It was a bit embarrassing, so I often just walked away to play pinball, giving them space.

At one point, my other single friend walked up to Dane and Renee while they were sitting very close together in a booth in a dark room and said, "What are you doing with my girl?"

Frustrated by how public this was getting, I responded, "So what? Is she everyone's girl now?" I had told Renee not to openly cuck me and to respect me, but I think people were starting to get the idea.

In the end, Dane kind of ruined things for himself. He got blackout drunk and then tried to drive us home—so reckless and annoying. At the end of the night, we offered to let him stay at Renee’s place with us and Uber him back to his car in the morning, but thankfully, a friend ended up driving him home instead.

We had amazing sex when everyone leaves her apartment. Mostly me fingering her and eating her out. In fact, I didn't get any pussy that night. I brought her to climax over and over. She loved it saying "he cucked you" after she was brought to ecstacy and laughed. I was forced to jerk myself off that night. She knows I love the denial.

Update – Feb 15th

We agreed that we shouldn’t take things further with Dane. It’s just too messy and could ruin too much—definitely not worth it.

Still, Renee texted him to grab breakfast, and he agreed. When he picked us up, he surprised us by inviting a bunch of our friends to meet us there.

It was cool—no cucking of any sort—so she was being very respectful.

After breakfast, he went to drop us off… only he ended up coming inside with us. I was confused because I didn’t remember inviting him in, but maybe Renee did while I was in the bathroom.

Once inside, things got awkward. He mentioned having to leave early for something but then stayed for another 30 minutes for no apparent reason. I considered throwing something on the TV to break the tension, but honestly, I just wanted him to leave so I could finally fuck my girlfriend—since she still hadn’t given me any.

Instead, we all just ended up walking back and forth through her house, looking at our phones awkwardly. The whole thing was weird.

Renee had this look of lust in her eyes the whole time. At one point, she was even on her knees directly in front of Dane, staring up into his eyes while glancing back at me for approval. I responded by pulling her onto my lap, hugging and kissing her—marking my territory in front of him. We had agreed not to take things further, so I didn’t want anything to happen.

Then, Renee’s Instacart order arrived while she was busy cleaning something up. Like a good boy, I offered to go grab her groceries from the lobby. As I ran down the hallway, I kept thinking, "Please don’t screw me over, Renee. We talked about this."

I rushed back upstairs, put the groceries away, and found them still in the living room.

Here’s the part that really upsets me. Renee ended up showing Dane her treasure box. And just to be clear—not her vag, lol.

Her actual treasure box is this collection of little knick-knacks she’s accumulated throughout her life—things that mean the most to her. It’s incredibly special to her. I remember the first time she showed it to me, it felt like she was opening herself up to me in a deeply personal way. The second time was when we got back together after our weekend breakup, making it even more meaningful in our relationship. So seeing her share this with him really stung.

I finished putting the groceries away and went back into the living room. The tension in the air was thick. I hugged and kissed Renee again—partly to reaffirm our connection, partly to remind Dane that I’m her man.

Then, my stomach started acting up from breakfast, and I had to run to the toilet. While I was in there, I listened carefully and heard them whispering. Then, I swear I heard what sounded like a kiss.

I rushed back out, trying to catch them in the act—but I didn’t see anything. Still suspicious, I hugged and kissed Renee again. That’s when I noticed Dane snickering… and then Renee, right in front of me.

Then, almost as if on cue, Dane quickly escorted himself out, fumbling through an awkward goodbye. I slapped him up with our signature handshake, and he left.

As he was walking out, Renee called after him, "Remember… you gotta keep it a secret."

I immediately let out a confused, "Whaaat?"

Dane just mumbled, "…yeah," and dipped.

That’s when Renee came clean. She told me she had been kissing him the entire time he was here—first when I went to get the groceries, then while I was putting them away, and finally when I was in the bathroom.

She laughed at me and said, "He kissed me… then I kissed you… then he kissed me… and then you kissed me again!"

At this point, my head was spinning—this was the single hottest moment of my life.

I was a cuck. A real-life cuck. And they had been laughing at me, sneaking around behind my back, making me look like a blind fool. It was amazing. But at the same time, I knew we couldn’t—or at least shouldn’t—keep doing this with Dane. Still, I was glad it happened, and I felt like we came out stronger because of it.

Renee told me everything in detail—how he kissed her back, how he pulled her hair, grabbed her ass, and bit her neck.

Later, I found out something she had “forgotten” to mention at the time. Apparently, while I was in the bathroom, she had gotten down on her knees and put her mouth on his cock—through his jeans.

After that, we had the best sex of our lives.

We had finally done it—and we made it through unscathed. Renee was blown away, thinking I would turn on her, but instead, she discovered a new kind of pleasure she had never imagined.

We talked things over and agreed: we were glad we did it, but we shouldn’t take it any further.

Later that night, I stayed over at her place. Before I got there, she and Dane talked on the phone to clear everything up. I even texted him myself, letting him know that what happened was okay and explaining the setup for Singles Night—completely leaving out the cuckold aspect to save face. I reassured him that I wasn’t mad at him at all, and he seemed relieved.

Then, later that night, Renee asked me, "Would it be hot if I sexted him?"

We had always fantasized about her sexting someone while I jerked off—a small step into cuckolding. So I agreed, saying that it might be fun to mess with him a little.

Dane turned out to be a total dud—a complete waste of time as a sexter, embarrassingly so.

I started directing Renee to get kinkier, and she was thrilled by me taking charge, guiding her through it as her master. We ended up laughing at Dane, both of us getting incredibly frustrated at how trash he was sexually. But despite that, we still had a good time.

She sent him some nudes while I jerked off to the thought of her sending them. Eventually, he sent back a dick pic, and she admitted that the picture was the only thing that made the whole experience even remotely worth it. I was jerking off the entire time.

By the end of the night, we just laughed about it. She finally understood why women don’t sleep with him. "Wow, I get it now—he sucks. He's more of a cuck than you are."

She even said she definitely didn’t want to take things further with him—but might still suck his cock, just because she liked how it looked.

Update – 2/16

After our night of sexting, I went into work early. That morning, Dane texted Renee, saying he wanted to come over, make food for her and her 1-year-old baby, and talk things over.

I was against this from the start. I’m very protective of her baby and don’t want anything questionable happening around her son. I guess, in a way, that makes me a true cuckold.

I was also really against the idea of him cooking at her place. That’s his passion—it’s where he gets to show off his expertise. And honestly, it felt too much like a date—an opportunity for her to admire him in a way I definitely wasn’t comfortable with. But despite hating the idea, I allowed it because she assured me she just wanted to talk, clear the air, and make sure he didn’t get attached.

Then, she hit me with, "What if when we are talking it feels right to take things a step further?"

To which I say "I really don't think we should baby.

I don't want to restrict you, and I think it's hot too and I even want you too honestly, but deep down I know we shouldn't. I think it'll be a test of our love and the iron will of our relationship to persevere through this

I won't be mad, but please don't. I just think it's a bad idea

Plus the baby is there... idk how I feel about you doing stuff with him around the baby.

I hope you dont resent me for feeling this way. I'm just trying to avoid thinking with my dick on this one, even though I have been this whole time. I just don't think he is the one to do this with. It's just too messy baby. "

To which Renne replies with "Fine I'll tell him. Since I'm not allowed to take it any further, we are absolutely never doing this again. If you ever want to kiss or fuck anyone else, break up with me."

And that’s when things started spiraling out of control.

I panicked. I knew that if we backed out now, she would resent me for it—deeply. If I let her go through with it only to pull the plug at the last minute, she’d always hold that over my head.

So, on my break, I called her.

She was pissed, saying things like

"I don't want to be restricted. I want to be allowed to make my own decisions. I cannot be controlled"

And "Let me make my own choices please I feel like you're trying to control the entire situation and I don't like it"

But this is completely un—fucking—fair.

We agreed that we both had to be 100% on board with everything, or it wouldn’t happen at all. We had already established that either of us could back out at any time and she’d be fine with it. But now, suddenly, she wasn’t? What the fuck?

At this point, it seriously started to feel like cheating.

I was almost in tears by the time I finally got a break at work. I called her, desperate to talk before she saw Dane—hoping we could calm down, reassure each other, and regain trust.

But she was angry—cold, snappy, and short with me. Then she told me not to come over because she wanted to hear what he had to say and clear the air with him first.

I pleaded, "I need you more right now," completely emotional, but she just said, "I need my space."

This is so fucking unfair. I hate this.

She insists she’s not going to fuck him with the baby there—that she just wants to talk. I don’t like it, but I agree to stay home and give her space.

So now, here I am, sitting at home, typing this out… while Dane is over there, talking to her and making her and her baby homemade food.

At this point, I honestly don’t care if they fuck or not. What I do care about is this becoming a reoccurring thing I have to worry about. I don’t want anyone catching feelings.

This was supposed to be about meeting people at bars together, seducing them as a couple—not shitting where we eat.

I just pray to God that nothing emotional happens.

Honestly, I don’t even want him being friends with her if they’re going to be fucking.

Our mantra for all of this has always been: "The people we play with are just accessories in our sex life." That mindset made me feel like I could trust her.

But this? This doesn’t feel like that.

We’re all close friends—and this is starting to feel really fucked up. I hate this.

I just really hope this has a happy ending.

…Probably going to jerk off.

[Ruined_Panties]

Have you talked sex with Dane? We started this with our best friend. We set some ground rules and the three of us were ok. My wife loved getting fucked by him and me fucking her afterward. Then I would clean her up in front of him and jerk off. I was fun. We worked together.

Thing is, I don't want to be outed to him as a cuckold. Ever. Not him man, anyone but my close friends. They'll tell everyone and I'll never be respected by them again. They view cuckolds as the lowest form of man, constantly throwing around the phrases "Dude that's so cucked" and "Dude don't be a cuck!" If they knew, they'd probably be nice to my face but would secretly never respect me again. Plus it'll spread like wild fire through the music scene, which is the end of career most likely. I really don't want to do anything with Dane. Too risky. Although bringing him up during sex as be the greatest high me and Renee have ever had sexually, even if we both agree he's not a great choice with the irresponsible drunk driving and being a blabber mouth and all that.

[surry]

I agree in your place it would not work. With us we stay friends and his wife even did threesomes with my wife and her husband. I always watched and did clean up on the three of them.

[sandy691196]

Preface: I wrote out this entire field report over the last couple of days, and I have since fed it through Chat GPT to make my writing smoother.

So if it sounds like chat it is, but this is all my real experience—Not fiction. I wish the admins got to posting this sooner because I would have taken Sandy's advice and dropped him before all of this went off the rails.

Alright. Here we go.

UPDATE
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Renee has been getting more excited about all the cuck talk, and now she’s thrilled at the possibility that I might actually let her sleep with people—no strings attached.

Dane, my bass player, invited us out to a singles' night at a local bar arcade for Valentine’s Day. We weren’t sure if he’d actually show up since he flakes a lot, and he had mentioned something earlier in the week that made it seem like he might not come. But regardless, we decided to go to the singles' night and attend as singles—free to flirt with people, no strings attached.

"What if I find someone and you don't? Are you really going to be okay with seeing me make out with some hot guy?" Renee asked.

This was my chance to put her mind at ease. She has this idea that if I let this happen, I’ll end up regretting it, resenting her, or even breaking up with her. But I was ready to prove to her that I’m completely secure with the idea of seeing her with another lover.

We agreed that if either of us found someone, we were free to do whatever we wanted for the night—provided we had each other’s approval. If one of us wasn’t comfortable with the other’s choice, we’d pass on it. And who knows? Maybe we’d even end the night with a threesome. Huge steps for Renee!

Well, as it turned out, Dane actually showed up—only to strike out and embarrass himself with the ladies like a fool. Meanwhile, this so-called singles’ night was anything but. Everywhere we looked, people were already paired off, leaning into each other, clearly not there to mingle.

With no other real options, Renee immediately started hovering around Dane… and, of course, she has a huge crush on him.

Soon, Renee and Dane were openly flirting—right in front of two of our friends who had also come for singles' night. It was a bit embarrassing, so I often just walked away to play pinball, giving them space.

At one point, my other single friend walked up to Dane and Renee while they were sitting very close together in a booth in a dark room and said, "What are you doing with my girl?"

Frustrated by how public this was getting, I responded, "So what? Is she everyone's girl now?" I had told Renee not to openly cuck me and to respect me, but I think people were starting to get the idea.

In the end, Dane kind of ruined things for himself. He got blackout drunk and then tried to drive us home—so reckless and annoying. At the end of the night, we offered to let him stay at Renee’s place with us and Uber him back to his car in the morning, but thankfully, a friend ended up driving him home instead.

We had amazing sex when everyone leaves her apartment. Mostly me fingering her and eating her out. In fact, I didn't get any pussy that night. I brought her to climax over and over. She loved it saying "he cucked you" after she was brought to ecstacy and laughed. I was forced to jerk myself off that night. She knows I love the denial.

Update – Feb 15th

We agreed that we shouldn’t take things further with Dane. It’s just too messy and could ruin too much—definitely not worth it.

Still, Renee texted him to grab breakfast, and he agreed. When he picked us up, he surprised us by inviting a bunch of our friends to meet us there.

It was cool—no cucking of any sort—so she was being very respectful.

After breakfast, he went to drop us off… only he ended up coming inside with us. I was confused because I didn’t remember inviting him in, but maybe Renee did while I was in the bathroom.

Once inside, things got awkward. He mentioned having to leave early for something but then stayed for another 30 minutes for no apparent reason. I considered throwing something on the TV to break the tension, but honestly, I just wanted him to leave so I could finally fuck my girlfriend—since she still hadn’t given me any.

Instead, we all just ended up walking back and forth through her house, looking at our phones awkwardly. The whole thing was weird.

Renee had this look of lust in her eyes the whole time. At one point, she was even on her knees directly in front of Dane, staring up into his eyes while glancing back at me for approval. I responded by pulling her onto my lap, hugging and kissing her—marking my territory in front of him. We had agreed not to take things further, so I didn’t want anything to happen.

Then, Renee’s Instacart order arrived while she was busy cleaning something up. Like a good boy, I offered to go grab her groceries from the lobby. As I ran down the hallway, I kept thinking, "Please don’t screw me over, Renee. We talked about this."

I rushed back upstairs, put the groceries away, and found them still in the living room.

Here’s the part that really upsets me. Renee ended up showing Dane her treasure box. And just to be clear—not her vag, lol.

Her actual treasure box is this collection of little knick-knacks she’s accumulated throughout her life—things that mean the most to her. It’s incredibly special to her. I remember the first time she showed it to me, it felt like she was opening herself up to me in a deeply personal way. The second time was when we got back together after our weekend breakup, making it even more meaningful in our relationship. So seeing her share this with him really stung.

I finished putting the groceries away and went back into the living room. The tension in the air was thick. I hugged and kissed Renee again—partly to reaffirm our connection, partly to remind Dane that I’m her man.

Then, my stomach started acting up from breakfast, and I had to run to the toilet. While I was in there, I listened carefully and heard them whispering. Then, I swear I heard what sounded like a kiss.

I rushed back out, trying to catch them in the act—but I didn’t see anything. Still suspicious, I hugged and kissed Renee again. That’s when I noticed Dane snickering… and then Renee, right in front of me.

Then, almost as if on cue, Dane quickly escorted himself out, fumbling through an awkward goodbye. I slapped him up with our signature handshake, and he left.

As he was walking out, Renee called after him, "Remember… you gotta keep it a secret."

I immediately let out a confused, "Whaaat?"

Dane just mumbled, "…yeah," and dipped.

That’s when Renee came clean. She told me she had been kissing him the entire time he was here—first when I went to get the groceries, then while I was putting them away, and finally when I was in the bathroom.

She laughed at me and said, "He kissed me… then I kissed you… then he kissed me… and then you kissed me again!"

At this point, my head was spinning—this was the single hottest moment of my life.

I was a cuck. A real-life cuck. And they had been laughing at me, sneaking around behind my back, making me look like a blind fool. It was amazing. But at the same time, I knew we couldn’t—or at least shouldn’t—keep doing this with Dane. Still, I was glad it happened, and I felt like we came out stronger because of it.

Renee told me everything in detail—how he kissed her back, how he pulled her hair, grabbed her ass, and bit her neck.

Later, I found out something she had “forgotten” to mention at the time. Apparently, while I was in the bathroom, she had gotten down on her knees and put her mouth on his cock—through his jeans.

After that, we had the best sex of our lives.

We had finally done it—and we made it through unscathed. Renee was blown away, thinking I would turn on her, but instead, she discovered a new kind of pleasure she had never imagined.

We talked things over and agreed: we were glad we did it, but we shouldn’t take it any further.

Later that night, I stayed over at her place. Before I got there, she and Dane talked on the phone to clear everything up. I even texted him myself, letting him know that what happened was okay and explaining the setup for Singles Night—completely leaving out the cuckold aspect to save face. I reassured him that I wasn’t mad at him at all, and he seemed relieved.

Then, later that night, Renee asked me, "Would it be hot if I sexted him?"

We had always fantasized about her sexting someone while I jerked off—a small step into cuckolding. So I agreed, saying that it might be fun to mess with him a little.

Dane turned out to be a total dud—a complete waste of time as a sexter, embarrassingly so.

I started directing Renee to get kinkier, and she was thrilled by me taking charge, guiding her through it as her master. We ended up laughing at Dane, both of us getting incredibly frustrated at how trash he was sexually. But despite that, we still had a good time.

She sent him some nudes while I jerked off to the thought of her sending them. Eventually, he sent back a dick pic, and she admitted that the picture was the only thing that made the whole experience even remotely worth it. I was jerking off the entire time.

By the end of the night, we just laughed about it. She finally understood why women don’t sleep with him. "Wow, I get it now—he sucks. He's more of a cuck than you are."

She even said she definitely didn’t want to take things further with him—but might still suck his cock, just because she liked how it looked.

Update – 2/16

After our night of sexting, I went into work early. That morning, Dane texted Renee, saying he wanted to come over, make food for her and her 1-year-old baby, and talk things over.

I was against this from the start. I’m very protective of her baby and don’t want anything questionable happening around her son. I guess, in a way, that makes me a true cuckold.

I was also really against the idea of him cooking at her place. That’s his passion—it’s where he gets to show off his expertise. And honestly, it felt too much like a date—an opportunity for her to admire him in a way I definitely wasn’t comfortable with. But despite hating the idea, I allowed it because she assured me she just wanted to talk, clear the air, and make sure he didn’t get attached.

Then, she hit me with, "What if when we are talking it feels right to take things a step further?"

To which I say "I really don't think we should baby.

I don't want to restrict you, and I think it's hot too and I even want you too honestly, but deep down I know we shouldn't. I think it'll be a test of our love and the iron will of our relationship to persevere through this

I won't be mad, but please don't. I just think it's a bad idea

Plus the baby is there... idk how I feel about you doing stuff with him around the baby.

I hope you dont resent me for feeling this way. I'm just trying to avoid thinking with my dick on this one, even though I have been this whole time. I just don't think he is the one to do this with. It's just too messy baby. "

To which Renne replies with "Fine I'll tell him. Since I'm not allowed to take it any further, we are absolutely never doing this again. If you ever want to kiss or fuck anyone else, break up with me."

And that’s when things started spiraling out of control.

I panicked. I knew that if we backed out now, she would resent me for it—deeply. If I let her go through with it only to pull the plug at the last minute, she’d always hold that over my head.

So, on my break, I called her.

She was pissed, saying things like

"I don't want to be restricted. I want to be allowed to make my own decisions. I cannot be controlled"

And "Let me make my own choices please I feel like you're trying to control the entire situation and I don't like it"

But this is completely un—fucking—fair.

We agreed that we both had to be 100% on board with everything, or it wouldn’t happen at all. We had already established that either of us could back out at any time and she’d be fine with it. But now, suddenly, she wasn’t? What the fuck?

At this point, it seriously started to feel like cheating.

I was almost in tears by the time I finally got a break at work. I called her, desperate to talk before she saw Dane—hoping we could calm down, reassure each other, and regain trust.

But she was angry—cold, snappy, and short with me. Then she told me not to come over because she wanted to hear what he had to say and clear the air with him first.

I pleaded, "I need you more right now," completely emotional, but she just said, "I need my space."

This is so fucking unfair. I hate this.

She insists she’s not going to fuck him with the baby there—that she just wants to talk. I don’t like it, but I agree to stay home and give her space.

So now, here I am, sitting at home, typing this out… while Dane is over there, talking to her and making her and her baby homemade food.

At this point, I honestly don’t care if they fuck or not. What I do care about is this becoming a reoccurring thing I have to worry about. I don’t want anyone catching feelings.

This was supposed to be about meeting people at bars together, seducing them as a couple—not shitting where we eat.

I just pray to God that nothing emotional happens.

Honestly, I don’t even want him being friends with her if they’re going to be fucking.

Our mantra for all of this has always been: "The people we play with are just accessories in our sex life." That mindset made me feel like I could trust her.

But this? This doesn’t feel like that.

We’re all close friends—and this is starting to feel really fucked up. I hate this.

I just really hope this has a happy ending.

…Probably going to jerk off.

Dude think of your own "responsibility" in all this before talking "cheating" and stuff.
The on again - off again thing with Dane.
The mixed signals.

You can't repeatedly signal pleasure at something and then try to turn it off when shit gets real. There are real people and real feelings involved.

The sexting with Dane AFTER the sneaked in kisses and dick kissing episode, was a suicidal idea! And that too with her showing him her treasure box.

Now I don't see a good way out of this.