Wow that's pretty hot!Thebestdays1 wrote: ↑Sat Nov 25, 2023 5:30 amWhen I proposed to my wife she made me agree to an open marriage before she said yes and even gave me the option of going with her elder sister if I wanted to. I didn't think I would, as I didn't fancy her and I was totally in love with my girlfriend; nonetheless I agreed.
Within two months I'd had two encounters with her sister and I may even have lost my virginity to her as my penis slipped into her as we rubbed together and I was cumming. My fiancée loved me telling her what had happened and even teased me about losing my virginity but I felt guilty.
A short while later she was going to her work's Christmas party and was being picked up by a male colleague that she'd had a crush on. As I was still feeling guilty about what I'd done with her sister, I encouraged her to flirt with her colleague and see what would happen. I wasn't living near her at this time and wasn't due to see her again for a couple of weeks after the party.
The party was on a Friday night and I couldn't wait to here what might have happened, I wrote to her on the Saturday morning to ask for any details of the evening. She got the letter when she got home from work on the monday evening and I got her reply a couple of days later.
Not only had they had sex that night but she'd sucked him off from under his desk just minutes before getting home and reading my letter that monday evening. Instead of feeling jealous or angry, as I was worried I might, I was more turned on than ever and I realised I was going to enjoy this new lifestyle. I didn't know of the word 'cuckold' but I knew I loved the thought of my future wife having sex with other men.
Here's another one that became a reality for me.
You know you're a cuck when you don't remember when was the last time that you spent a Friday or Saturday (sometimes even Sunday) with your girlfriend.
In my case I would briefly see my girlfriend on Friday evening when we both got home from work around 5-6pm but for months her routine when she got home was to immediately get in the shower and spent the next 1-2 hours doing her hair, make up, trying on skimpy outfits, and packing an outfit or two, giving me a kiss while saying see you Sunday (or Monday) and walking out the door where her man would await In his car.
I think that more than 50% of our relationship weekends were with her away with other men. Sometimes she'd stay with one man Friday and then another on Saturday.