Something very strange is going on in my marriage. It would seem as if my husband and I are developing a similar fantasy, but neither of us is willing to talk about it with the other. Last night just confirmed to me that him and I have the same thing in mind.
Before I go on, I would like to provide some context, as this is my first post in this community. I have been married for four years now and for the most part our sex life has been vivid and dynamic. In fact, sex is very important to us as a couple and we have never been shy about sharing whatever fantasy we have with each other. Obviously, no marriage is perfect and we’ve had our bumps and dry spells, but what I’m about to tell is nothing of the sort. Far from it, actually.
My husband is a journalist and he travels a lot. So, whenever he comes back from a business trip, our libido is through the roof and we have the best sex. Last night he was coming back from a week-long assignment and just as soon as we finished dinner we went upstairs and started making out. My husband is really quiet when we fuck, he will not even moan. I appreciate that. I tend to be a little more loud, but we have never been a couple that talks during sex. Last night, however, he began asking me all sorts of questions; some more mundane than others. He asked me about my day while he was eating me out and then asked me about my colleagues. He had a particular fixation on a friend of mine, a new teacher (I’m a high school teacher), who happens to be extremely attractive.
Michael, my husband, met Jeff, the teacher, during a dinner party we hosted at my house a few weeks ago to introduce the newcomers. Jeff and I got a long particularly well since we both attended the same college. My husband picked up on that and last night he wanted me to tell him whether I thought Jeff was attractive. He kept asking me to tell him what most attracted me about Jeff while he fingered me. At first, I must admit, I felt reluctant to answer truthfully, since I thought he might get mad, but the more I suggested that I found Jeff sexy, the more turned on Michael seemed to get. His arousal was contagious. I began letting myself go, and, just as if I was injected wit a truth serum, I told him exactly what I thought about Jeff. I told him I had pictured Jeff’s cock before, and that I would get nervous whenever Jeff passed me on the hallway at school. Michael’s cock was dripping with pre-cum and neither of us had even touch it.
The conversation escalated and he began asking me about every single man in my life who I thought was attractive and whether I ever thought about them when I masturbate or when we fuck. I can’t believe it as I write it, but I found myself confessing to all manner of things. I told him about my gynecologist, about our neighbor, about his colleague, and even about his brother and his best friend.
Needless to say, we fucked like we hadn’t fucked in a long time. We were loud, aggressive, and filthy. He asked me to call him Jeff while he fucked me. I complied without any hesitation. What most turned me on was the fact that I also had thought about this. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted to fuck his friends. It’s as if we were sharing something so deep and intimate that screaming Jeff’s name as we fucked was cathartic for both of us. I believe I came a few moments before he did, but when we were done we made out passionately. We didn’t talk about it afterwards, but we both knew that it was some of the greatest sex we’ve had as individuals, let alone as a couple. As he rolled over to go to sleep, I stood up and lit a cigarette.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cwgoec/i_f_had_the_strangestgreatest_sex_of_my_life_cant
Love it! So hot! My husband and I do the same thing, quite frequently!
Fantastically hot! I wonder if it escalates from here…
Sounds like a combo of r/hotpast and r/hotwife
Have fun exploring!
That was a hot read! Thank you for sharing.
I like the noir ending
That does sound hot af.
What a pathetic cuck lmao.
Welcome to your first r/hotwife or r/cuckold experience. Enjoy the ride!
For many of us (including myself), who admire our wives/girlfriends and she is our biggest sexual fantasy, picturing or sharing her with another man is our ultimate fantasy. That would never happen if we didn’t love her and if she wasn’t our biggest sexual fantasy.
Oh wow, great story. Thanks for sharing. You guys should continue to explore this!
Also, it really resonates. One of my partners is also fairly quiet during sex, whereas I like my dirty talk. We’ve been open with each other about our sexual pasts (we’re both bi women who have had our share of casual and adventurous sex), but the topic of past experiences had never come up during sex itself… Until about two weeks ago.
I had insomnia so was awake in bed in the middle of the night. My partner, laying next to me, sensed this and started to dozily press against me. It was pitch dark and we started groping each other and kissing. No idea how it started but in between the kissing we started to chat (practically whisper) about random stuff. She asked me to fantasise about picking her up in a bar (we were friends for two years before we got together so this really is a fantasy scenario for us, given that it’s the opposite of how we met).
Eventually that led to me asking her questions about whether she liked it when strangers approached her. At a point I remembered she’d told me about a spontaneous threesome she’d once had with two guys she met at a house party. I was hesitant at first but decided to probe (I admit that the image had always appealed to me).
“About that threesome you mentioned… How did it start exactly? Who made the first move?”
Maybe it was because it was too dark to make eye contact, but she was more than willing to dish out all the details. It. Was. So. Fucking. Hot.
I was asking her about what acts had happened in what order, whose dick she preferred, how she came (with one guy fucking her from behind and the other playing with her tits), how the guys came (one inside her, one on her back while he watched)…
At this point we were both touching ourselves and we had near-simultaneous orgasms while she told me how turned on it made her to remember the feeling of having two cocks take turns on her while she propped herself on all fours and moaned like a greedy slut.
Edit: I agree on the “strange” aspect of this. My partner and I haven’t talked about what happened that night. We’ve had plenty of sex since but it hasn’t gone in that direction. I’m left thinking these topics can’t be forced but have to arise organically. God knows I want to revisit it though…
Yes! It’s like an open, monogamous relationship!
You being a smoker ruined the whole story.
wowzer! You both need to meet lots more new people so you can carry on having amazing sex like this. Enjoy!
Weird… but whatever works for you two fuck it.