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It’s funny how quick life can turn around and fantasy can become reality.
Like many guys, I’ve harboured cuckold fantasies for years but never had the guts to mention it to girlfriends, for fear of their reaction.
I’d debated with myself internally on how I could go about broaching the topic, in a noncommittal way, and then, when an opportunity presented itself I finally confessed to my long term girlfriend Sophie.
The opportunity came when I heard about a Netflix documentary series on ‘extreme lifestyles’, which contained an episode on couples who enjoy cuckolding. Initially, the idea of just watching the show with her turned me on, seeing her reaction and fantasising about what she was thinking. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw that it was the perfect opportunity to raise the topic in a controlled way.
I’d been with Sophie for 5 years and lived together for 4 of those, in a small house which I’d bought when I was younger. We were both in our early 30’s when we met via a dating app and were happy.
People sometimes seemed surprised that we were together, as she’s well above me in the looks department. I’m relatively short at 5’7 and not in the best of shape, as most of my time at work is spent sat at a desk. Sophie is around the same height and although not a ‘super model’ she has a girl next door beauty, with long blonde hair, bbw curves, and large breasts.
We would watch TV together most evenings, and on Friday nights this would often be accompanied by a bottle of wine.
On this particular Friday I bought and chilled a bottle of Rose’ (her favourite) wine and brought it into the lounge after dinner. We sat on the sofa together, her bare legs draped over my lap, as she sipped her wine and I massaged her feet.
I took the remote and, after a few minutes of scrolling, ‘came across it’ the show and suggested we put it on. We sat watching and I tried to subtlety gauge her reaction, although her facial expression didn’t change much and frustratingly, she was distracted by her phone, which kept pinging with messages from Claire, a friend of hers from work who was out on a date.
She seemed to be more interested in the text conversation with her friend than the show and I felt the opportunity beginning to slip by.
‘This is pretty wild stuff isn’t it?’ I said
She glanced up from her phone to the TV, then at me.
‘Yeah, I suppose.’ She said, shrugging her shoulders and looking back at her phone. ‘It’s abit weird.’
‘How do you mean?’ I asked
‘Guys who want their wives go out and sleep with other men… a bit weird.’ She said, raising her eyebrows, still looking at her phone. She took a large gulp of wine.
In the back of my mind I knew that this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, I tried to hide my nerves as I gathered my courage and responded as casually as I could manage, continuing to look at the TV.
‘I think most men find the idea of their partner being with another guy quite hot.’
From the corner of my eye I saw her face (still focused on the phone) contort into a look of confusion.
‘Most guys?’ She said casually, shaking her head. ‘Do you find it hot?’
Nervous energy filled my body, as I tried to stay nonchalant.
‘Yeah, the idea is definitely a turn on.
All of a sudden her eyes left the phone screen and met mine. ‘What?’ She said incredulously ‘you find the idea of me going out with another guy hot?’
I tried to play it cool but I could feel myself shaking.
‘Yeah, well just the idea… not like cheating or anything…. but the fantasy of you doing it with my knowledge… just fantasy… does turn me on.’
She put her wine glass down and took her legs off my lap, staring ahead, a look of confusion on her face.
‘Are you serious?… how could that turn you on?’
‘I don’t know’ I replied, too scared to maintain eye contact ‘it’s just a turn on, not even sex or anything just the thought of you out with another guy…’ I tried to backtrack ‘not in real life, just fantasy.’
‘What?!’ She said, standing up. She looked upset. ‘And then you would be with other women, is that right? You’re disgusting!’
‘Never!’ I said desperately, looking up at her ‘I would never want another woman. I love you and only ever want you.’
I could see that she was getting angry. Her hands moved to her hips.
‘So you love me but you want me to fuck other men?!?’
‘It’s just a fantasy!’ I pleaded ‘it doesn’t have to happen….. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you.’
She laughed sarcastically ‘didn’t mean to upset me?! You’re sick!’ She stormed out of the room and upstairs. I heard our bedroom door shut and the lock turn, knowing I wasn’t welcome in there that night… maybe any other night.
I put my head in my hands, regretting what I’d done. Kicking myself for being so stupid. Worrying that I might lose everything.
But part of me was relieved… and an even larger part was excited…
I’d finally confessed …. And the seed had been planted.