[M]y girl[F]riend and I began playing back in the Spring, before the quarantine.

I mentioned in [another post](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories/comments/i1n46a/the_long_and_winding_road_in_finding_this_kink/) that I’ve been on a long journey in discovering the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle. I want to share something that happened this past Spring, just before quarantine happened. It’s nothing wild or crazy, but it’s definitely a start.

Please understand that I don’t think I fit into the traditional cuckold model. I’m more aligned with stag/vixen, or something like that – no humiliation, etc. Anyway, on to the story. Sorry it’s kind of long.

My girlfriend and I have been dating for one year. It is amazing how powerful it is to find someone that is so compatible. We have been very open with our sexual desires and fantasies and have explored many of them. We have had quite a few FFM threesomes. Her first time with another woman was in a threesome with me. She enjoys them as much as I do.

One night we had some pillow talk. We discussed our threesomes and how she prefers women that we aren’t close with; strangers are better. She feels more secure in the feeling of “it’s just sex” if there isn’t a chance of interacting later. I then asked her if she felt left out because we’d only had women join us. She looked at me strangely as if she was trying to size me up for the correct answer. She asked me if a mmf was something I was interested in. I answered honestly and said that I didn’t know. I told her that I’m not sure if I’m secure enough to see something like that. I also quickly acknowledged that it was duplicitous of me to enjoy the threesomes with her, but not let her explore a bit. She dismissed the notion altogether and told me she’s enjoying playing with other women and she’s not concerned with if it is “one sided” in my favor.

She’s a wonderful woman and I believe that she meant what she said – it’s no big deal to her to have another guy. But I also know that she’s human too. If I’m able to explore all my fantasies, I feel that she should be able to do the same. She hadn’t outright said that it was a fantasy to be with another man, but we’d been playing with toys in the bedroom, simulating double penetration, etc. It wasn’t really a big leap to figure she might enjoy being with someone else. I just didn’t want to ruin everything by having a negative reaction to it.

Some time passed and the subject was not brought up again. However, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I decided to take some baby steps in the direction of sharing her, just to see how I’d feel.

We had already made weekend plans to go to a small, popular club that was known for its quirky and independent dance music scene. I figured this might be a good time to test out my will and resolve. I didn’t, however, discuss it with her. I wanted to play it by ear and see how she responded.

Club night arrived. We dressed casually chic – I wore a black crew-necked shirt with olive-green pants. My girlfriend wore a white stretch tank-styled top that strained to hold her large breasts, a black mini skirt, and low heels. Nothing fancy, but we looked good.

The club was pretty small. It was more like a shotgun shack in the New Orleans style – narrow but very long. The bar ran in an L-shape along the left side. The club was famous for their Mezcal and Tequila collection. That particular night, they had a DJ stand on the right, pumping out music that seemed to have a lot of World and Latin influences – low key, but something with a nice groove.

The club was PACKED. The few tables in the club were taken so most of the patrons were standing shoulder-to-shoulder. My gf and I slowly made our way to the side of the bar closest to the entrance. We ordered a couple of drinks and took in the scene. There were the usual groups of people gathered together and a few “lone wolves” on the prowl. We propped up against the bar, ordered a couple shots each to get the party started quickly, and settled in with some beers.

After a half-hour or so, the alcohol started kicking in for both of us. My gf came in closer to me for a kiss, but I gently pushed her away. She looked at me puzzled but she could tell by my smile that I wasn’t mad. I backed away a bit from her and reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone and I told her to look at her phone.

I had pre-typed a message to her earlier in the day, when I was clearer-headed. I pasted the text into the chat window and sent it over to her and watched her read it. It said:

“*Hello mi amor. I wrote this earlier today so I’d make sure I got the words to match my feelings. I’ve been having an incredible time with you exploring new things, sexually. You have exceeded my wildest dreams as a partner. I am so thankful to have you in my life.*

*So, I’d like to see if we can explore new territory – with another guy. :-O*

*Before I go on, respond and let me know if you are interested. Btw, I have a plan :) “*

I watched anxiously as she made her way through the text. Her facial expressions began as confusion when she started to read the text, but then it softened and she looked up at me with kind eyes. She started to say something to me but I shook my head and pointed at her phone, indicating that she should respond there.

She paused for a bit, still confused at the need for texting, and then started typing. I’ll be honest – my heart was thumping hard in my chest waiting for her response.

She wrote:

*”Amor, I love you so much and I enjoy playing with you. You really don’t have to do anything like this for me. I’m fine. I told you that. And… why TF are we texting??!?”*

I read the note and my heart sank a bit. But, she didn’t answer my question. So, I wrote to her again:

*”What I really want to know is this: if the situation presented itself, and I was TOTALLY ok with it, would you be interested in playing with another guy? Yes or no?”*

She quickly read my text. She looked up, away from the phone, across the bar. She was measuring her response in her head. After a brief pause, she looked at me and then her phone. I received a one-word reply:

“*Yes”*

I looked up swiftly and could see her cheeks flushing beet-red. She had a shy-yet-devilish smile. We had reached another breakthrough: she shared with me one of her deep-held fantasies. I was elated.

But I was also terrified. My body felt like a field of electricity was coursing over my skin. I was getting closer to breaking the taboo, and my stomach felt like it might seize up.

I quickly went back to my phone and found the other message that I had pre-typed earlier in the day. I pasted it into the chat screen, held my breath, then hit send. I watched her as the message arrived on her phone. It read:

*”If I’m sending this note, you said yes. Yaaaay!! Let’s have some fun But, I have no idea how I’ll react, so let’s go slow tonight, ok? Here’s the plan…*

*The reason we are texting each other is because, for tonight’s purposes, I’m not your boyfriend – I’m your coworker. We are out after working late in the office and just grabbing a drink. As friends. Texting allows us to communicate and look like we aren’t together as a couple.”*

I watched as my gf read. A smile was spreading across her face. She loves role-play and I had tailored this just for her. She continued reading the pre-typed note:

*”What I’d like to see is you in your ‘natural element’. I want to see how you react when guys are hitting on you. Actually, more than that. I’d like to see you on your worst behavior. I’d like to see you be aggressive with guys.*

*What does this all mean? Who knows? I guess we’ll find out if there are boundaries and where they are.*

*What I would ask is this: check in with me. From time to time, send me a text. Look over at me while you are flirting. Introduce me as your coworker and then proceed to ignore me.”*

She read until the end and then dropped her hands by her sides. She looked at me and said “Wow. You’ve put some thought into this, haven’t you?” She instinctively leaned in to kiss me but I backed away. The game had already started in my head. She smiled at that but then her face contorted a bit. She lifted her phone and typed out:

“*So, what are the rules? What can I do? What CAN’T I do (assuming that anything would even happen)?”*

I typed back quickly:

“*I’m not sure. Let’s go ahead and green-light kisses and groping.”*

I paused while writing and added the following:

*”I tell you what. Go in the bathroom now and remove your panties from under your skirt and put them in your purse. Then come back and see if you can get someone to discover that you are commando”.*

I can’t explain how hot this conversation was making me. My gf read it. She put the phone in her purse and started making her way to the bathroom. She cut a glance back at me that made my head swim. I love this woman so much.

After a bit she came and stationed herself next to me. She reached out her hand and passed me something. I looked and realized it was her panties! She gazed into my eyes deeply, downed another shot that I had ordered her, and then turned her back to me and started to make herself available.

I began my horrible acting job of not caring what my “co-worker” was busy doing. She zig-zagged her way over to the crowded dance floor and started swaying to the music. Before long she had attracted a guy who started dancing with her. Although they danced closely a bit, I wouldn’t say it was overly sexual. After a couple of songs she made her way back to the bar with the guy in tow.

When they reached me, I was pretending to check Instagram on my phone. My girlfriend introduced me as her coworker as planned. The guy greeted me and leaned in to her and said something into her ear. She smiled and said out loud “Oh no. He’s strickly a co-worker. Nothing more.” She later told me that he’d asked if she was “with” me, like dating. Her response sent a jolt of pure jealousy down my spine. I knew it was part of the act/plan, but it was a visceral feeling hearing her reject me.

I asked what he was drinking and ordered 3 beers for all of us. I gave them some time to chat. She kept glancing at me while talking to him. While he wasn’t looking, I indicated to her to talk to him and not worry about me as much. I winked at her and she smiled.

I went back to typing a note to her. It was basically me interrogating her: “*What do you think of him? Do you like him? Is he sexy? Are you turned on? Are you having fun??? :)”*

After 5 mins or so, I hit send and then… Nothing. Like, nothing. She was too busy chatting this guy up to look at her phone. After a few more minutes I eventually couldn’t take it any more and broke into their conversation to let her know I was going to the restroom and would be back soon. I gave her a signal to look at her phone.

While in the restroom I got a reply. “*Having fun, yes. He’s hot. Are you sure you’re ok?”*

I quickly texted back: “*I’m great. Can you show me how slutty you can be? I want to see you in action! I’ll be back in a few minutes.”*

I sent the message and I milled about in the restroom for a bit. I slowly made my way out and walked to the far end of the bar where they were. As I approached, she appeared to be really close to him, nuzzled up and flirty. When I was about 20 feet from them, she met my eyes. I stopped where I was and watched her reach her hand to his face and guide him in for a kiss. I thought my hair would catch on fire. The combination of jealousy and excitement of her intentionally looking at me while she kissed him sent me into orbit.

I settled back into my spot at the bar. My girlfriend was next to me with her back to me, facing her new guy. She said something to him and they both looked at me. He apologized for excluding me from the conversation. He honestly seemed to be a good dude. I assured them that I was fine and that it was too loud for us to have a meaningful chat anyway. We sipped on our beers for a minute and she leaned in to tell me something.

*”Do you really want me to be slutty?”* she asked. My face flushed again and said “*Yes – show me what you’ve got*.” She answered “*Ok. Keep an eye on my hands.”*

Anxiously I again began to “ignore” them by watching them closely while pretending to check my phone. The guy had his left arm around her waist. Her left hand held her beer and her right hand just dangled below. He said something to her that caused her to giggle in the manner I recognized as flirty. Just then she raised her right hand and lightly placed it on his butt cheek. I watched as he squirmed in reaction. She continued talking about whatever silly topic they were discussing all the while her hand betrayed her real intentions. She stopped lightly touching him and moved into a full grip of his ass. Being no fool he took the hint and placed her into a full-on lip lock.

Keep in mid that the club is still packed, so they are very VERY close to me. I’m practically getting a lap dance from the couple. The alcohol has kicked in and they are oblivious to the surroundings. The guy really got the hint and started testing the waters by bringing his right hand up to her waist while they kissed. My girlfriend’s hand was now snaking down the guy’s back, under his waistband, and down inside his jeans, grabbing his ass cheeks, skin on skin.

My cock was about to explode watching this side of my girlfriend. Although I know what she’s capable of, I never really pictured what it would look like as a bystander.

Within moments he had his hand under her shirt and was rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. She writhed with pleasure. I knew that her nipples were the gateway to sex for her, so I was curious where all it would lead. Immediately I saw her drop her other hand and start massaging his dick through his jeans. I nervously looked around to see if they were causing a scene but everyone was wrapped up in their own business to notice an amorous couple feeling each other up at the bar.

She stopped rubbing his dick, used her hand to grab his arm and pull it out from under her shirt. I figured she had reached her stopping point and I’d gotten my excitement for the night. Instead, she guided his hand lower, under her skirt! He quickly took over.

I sat back in awe at the scene before me. The love of my life was in public, at a bar, getting feverishly fingered by a stranger. All while I was standing next to them.

Eventually they stopped the make-out session and tried to regain composure. He glanced at me with a slightly embarrassed look like “sorry I made out with your co-worker, mate”. I acted like I didn’t notice a thing.

My girlfriend turned to me with a wicked smile. She leaned into me and whispered “Is it ok if I blow him? We can leave after that.” She covertly reached over and squeezed my cock as she asked.

I thought it over. It was a bit further than I was expecting things to go on the first foray but I was totally caught up in the moment. I whispered into her ear “Only on one condition.” She looked at me and I continued “You have to bring me proof.” She looked at me, clearly confused. I told her “I want to see it” and waved my hand in circles in front of her face. It was her turn to turn red. “Ooooooohhh. That’s diiiiiirty”, she said. With that, she smiled at me, and spun around to her guy. She whispered her intentions into his ear and I watched him as he raced towards the men’s bathroom with her.

While they were gone I decided to be productive and prep for our exit. I indicated to our bartender that I needed the check. Eventually the tab was paid and I stood alone at the bar.

Waiting.

While my girlfriend blew a stranger in the bathroom.

It was all very surreal.

She was the first to arrive back to the bar. Her hair was a bit disheveled. When she got close I told her that we were paid up and should leave. She just stood there and stared at me. I was eager to leave and get her home and have my way with her. She continued to stare at me. Then, it hit me. I looked and saw what I was looking for: the left side of her face and lips had a glaze on it and she had thick globules of cum in her hair nearest to her face. I almost came in my pants when I saw it. She grinned ear to ear and said “Let’s get out of here.”

She said her goodbyes to the perplexed (yet happy) guy. He tried to exchange numbers with her but she politely declined. Soon we were on our way home.

I know this wasn’t as crazy as some of the things I read here, but for us it was a huge step. The role-playing aspect definitely made it easier for both of us to ease into it, too. Whenever it’s safe to go back to bars to play, who knows? Maybe we’ll take it a bit further.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iats0x/my_girlfriend_and_i_began_playing_back_in_the