This story took place before my (M 35) ex-gf (F 40) and I opened her side of our relationship.
She was always very open about guys she had slept with and would often tell me, unprompted, about some exploits they had. This guy we ran into at the bar was no different.
She had told me about him before I ever saw him. He was a married friend whose wife wasn’t giving him any. He was claiming that their relationship had hit a particularly rough patch and he was losing his mind from sexual frustration. She heard this and offered to be his fuck buddy. He was someone she knew and cared about (at least as a friend) and he could get his nut off with her as needed. They fucked liked rabbits for a few months and then he said he had to stop for the sake of his marriage. She didn’t really want it to end as she said he was great in bed. He was pretty hung and enthusiastic.
She reassured me they hadn’t fooled around in quite some time.
So anyway, here we were out one night at our favorite bar.
She says to me: “See that guy by the bar? With the beard in the black tshirt? He’s the married guy I told you about.”
I was a little taken aback (remember this was before we were open/cuck) and just tried to play it cool. I asked if I could meet him but she thought it would be too weird. She said “hi” to him in passing and we went on with our night.
A little while later I was ready to leave but she was hanging with some friends and wanted to stay. She told me she’d come over to my place in a few hours. I was “Mr. Cool” about it and told her I looked forward to seeing her later.
I noticed her old friend was still at the bar as I left and couldn’t help feeling like she was trying to meet up with him without me knowing.
I went home and laid around in bed for a while trying to go to sleep. Two hours later I found myself freaking out about her and that guy. Why wasn’t she back yet?! Was she with him? Was she making out with him? Sucking? Fucking?
My mind was working overtime thinking about the scenarios. Jealousy took over!
She finally came in about 2am! I was pretty mad. I started questioning her and she admitted that she hung out with him after I left. She then went on to tell me that he gave her a ride to another bar and they sat in his car for a while, just talking.
I immediately asked her if they fooled around. I told her that I was a little suspicious because they have had a secret relationship before. The one she so openly told me about! She denied it wholeheartedly and told me they mainly talked about how good our relationship was. I wasn’t so sure.
She eventually calmed me down and started to seduce me. We had some hot sex. I went down on her and didn’t taste another guy. My anxiety was soothed.
After our relationship began to be more open I wondered about that night. Did they fool around? Make out? Did he try anything? Did she?
The thought of her doing something and never telling me turns me on so much at this point. I never brought it up again so I guess I’ll never know…
Looking back I think this night helped kickstart my openness to a cuckold/hotwife lifestyle. The conflicted jealousy and idea that she was out with another guy while I was just at home.
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