My wife told me about wanting to fuck other men [cuckold] [first time]

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” What normally would be a question I had to frame as a command. If I ask Meg questions, she avoids giving an answer. If I tell her to do something, she does it.

She was on her back, staring at the ceiling. We were playing with her wand. She seemed distracted, and I wanted to bring her back to me. Her eyes snapped back to meet mine. I could tell she was wracking her mind to find the words. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn’t confident I wanted to hear it.

That was six months ago.

She never did tell me what she was thinking that night. I may never know. Instead, she told me her latest fantasy. When Meg hesitated, I gave her an out. “Tell me one of your fantasies.” She did.

As she squirmed under the weight of her wand that night, she whispered, “I want to have a threesome.” She wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I gave her the space she needed in that moment. I didn’t say a word, but I did respond. I leaned into her ear. I kissed her once just below her lobe, and then traced my tongue down to the base of her neck. I kissed her there; it’s her favorite spot. I was telling her she didn’t need to be embarrassed. I shared her fantasy.

I worked my way back up her neck slowly until I reached her ear. That’s when I pulled away. I was holding myself up with my right hand, and with left I held her face. I wasn’t letting her look away. I wanted her to make eye contact with me. I held her without saying a word, and finally her eyes acquiesced. I could feel her shoulders, once tense, relax. She looked me in the eyes, and again without saying a word I kissed her. I continued to kiss her, and I could feel her legs part slightly more to adjust the angle of her wand.

I still hadn’t said a word, but the silence was broken. “Is that okay?” She needed to know how I felt.

I thought she was so cute in that moment. She looked almost scared. It was then that I knew I had to reassure her. I told her, “I like that. I think it’s hot.” I don’t know if she believed me in that moment, so I continued. “Tell me more.” That’s all she needed to hear.

Over the next hour, we took turns holding her wand against her as we talked about what excites us about inviting another person into our bed. She would occasionally stroke me, but that night wasn’t about me. Meg told me that she needs to be the center of attention. She told me how she fantasizes about inviting another man to join us. She wants to be kissed and caressed while she rides one of us. I told her how I fantasize about inviting another woman to join us. She blushed.

We continued to play and talk that night, just touching the surface of that night’s revelation.