[FM] I found my FWB had a cuckold/hotwifing fantasy, and we went down the rabbit hole.

*[If you want to know a bit more about me, [here’s a post for that.](https://www.reddit.com/user/SaysLuna/comments/w9j02v/who_is_luna/) If not, you can skip ahead!]*

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During my college years, I joined a college running group. Not a sports team, rather a group of people who simply liked to exercise and met a few times a week to run for an hour or so. That’s where I met Marcus (all names are made up, obviously), the protagonist of this story.

Marcus was (and is) the prototype of mainstream male attractiveness. Tall, with broad shoulders, with a chiseled physique. I jokingly used to call him superman because he lived up to it – he even had those Clark Kent features – strong jaw, dark hair, handsome face, glasses. He only lacked a cape. He was all of that, but my attraction did not live or die by his appearance. He was usually the quiet guy of the group whenever the group hung out for a beer after running (because what is training for, if you can’t ruin it with a beer afterwards?) and through my insistence in bringing him out of his shell we ended up bonding and developing a chemistry heavily built around banter, before it opened to a more personal relationship.

Fast forward a couple of months, and we were friends with benefit, but we kept friendship and sex completely separated. Whenever we hung out with other people, we were our usual selves. It wasn’t a secret that we had sex here and there, but we didn’t advertise it either, so you probably wouldn’t guess it. The sex came as a bonus. Occasionally one of us would receive a text along the lines of “Are you free after the run today?”, which actually meant “Do you want to fuck and then sleep over after the run?”.

Our sex life was quite unpredictable, as neither of us were interested in committing into a set frequency nor exclusivity. But boy, was the sex great. His athleticism in bed is hard to overstate. He fucked me as if I was weightless. He picked me up, and tossed me, and turned me, and twisted me upside down with little to no effort. I was a ragdoll in his hands. And the guy knew how to pick up the pace and keep it. Sex with him sometimes got exhausting in the best way possible. And he was a moaner (and that is one of the hottest things a guy can be).

Marcus had a secret kink, though. One he did not share with me until one night when we were out clubbing with some friends (we had been having our adventures for nearly a full semester by then). I was tipsy, but Marcus was at the perfect drunken state. That one when the shy guy seemingly finds all the words he usually didn’t say. Drunk enough to have a ton of fun, but not nearly enough to risk ruining the night with excesses.

And so, in the middle of the club, Marcus came to me and pulled my body into his. That was unusual. We rarely displayed such attraction, but whenever it happened, it was usually I who made a pass at him just to watch him blush and stutter. So that was surprise number one.

Surprise number two came right after. With his arm around my waist, Marcus leaned his head down to my ear and whispered.

“That guy won’t stop staring at you”

I was puzzled. *Is this guy jealous? We aren’t even a thing. Would he be pulling me in if he was jealous though?* I glanced at the guy he was referring to. He

“So what?” I tried to read his face when he pulled back from my ear. He looked tipsy, and perhaps a bit anxious but excited.

“I have something to tell you. You’re the perfect person.”

He led me to an outside area, away from the dance floor. Then he spilled the beans: he had never shared it with anyone, but he had a fantasy of having a girlfriend that fucked with other guys. He was emotionally intelligent enough to know that having a fantasy does not necessarily translate to enjoying the outcome of such fantasy being played out. In his mind, that made me the perfect candidate: he liked me a lot, but not in a romantic way, but we also had developed a sexual kinship which apparently was enough for him to dip his toes into his kinks through me, just to know if he’d like the reality or just the idea.

His confession put into context a few memories I had with him, that I had paid no mind to, namely of Marcus teasing me playfully whenever I told him I hooked up with someone else. The signs had been there.

There was an important detail he confessed being embarrassed about. I provided him with some encouragement, manifested by a deep but quick kiss accompanied by an obscenely obvious fondling of his crotch. I was surprised by his hardness, and even more by my own rush of adrenaline.

That helped him be transparent. His fantasy was not only having a girlfriend fuck other men. In his kink, the guys *had* to be someone who could not compete with him. He was worried that his words came out as malicious, but truly what he wanted was his girl involved with guys that would normally, from the stereotypical perspective, be way below her and his league. It was not about demeaning the other guys, but about making him feel that the other guy simply had something he couldn’t compete with. I’m not going to go down the rabbit hole of picking his brain apart here, but in later conversations he explained his rationale to full detail, and it was both fascinating and puzzling. Most of all he didn’t want me to think he had a stick up his ass and that he thought him superior to other men in any way.

That explained further why I was the perfect candidate, as he was fully aware that I’m super into that. I’m not interested at all in the “league” conversation, that’s BS in my eyes. But I dig pretty much all body shapes and sizes (as you can probably guess if you read my other stories), and I have a professed weak spot for larger guys (which he was aware of, as he knew some of the guys I had hooked up with).

“So, why are you telling me all of this tonight? Is it because of that guy staring at me?”

“Well yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but never found the courage. I’m drunk enough to not care tonight.”

“Won’t you regret it next morning?” I’m familiar with drunk regrets, my best friend was an expert with those.

“Telling you? I don’t think so, as long as you don’t look at me differently.” *Oh, I will, but in a good way*. I simply nodded and smiled, and he continued. “But more than telling you, I’d like to try it out. If you’re okay with it of course”.

I was. “You want me to have sex with that guy tonight?”

“No!” the poor guy rose his hands in defense “I mean, yes. But it doesn’t have to be that guy, and it doesn’t need to happen. No need for sex either, we could just start slow, like flirting and dancing. I don’t know, it’s up to you I guess” he was starting to fumble his words in worry, which made him all the cuter.

I chuckled “Relax. Let’s play it by ear then. That guy was actually down my alley” I teased him and saw the immediate effect on his expression. Doubt, lust, thrill. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with it. If things turn sour to you, you have my permission to pretend to be my boyfriend and make a scene” I winked. I didn’t know why I was so worried about him, we weren’t even dating.

As we made our way back inside, I scanned the dance floor in search of the guy from before. Once I found him I nodded at Marcus and left him behind, earning myself an uncharacteristic slap on my rear as I walked into the crowd. I approached the guy from before with a poorly concealed smile.

“My friend said you were staring?”

The poor guy looked frankly embarrassed. Before he was able to start explaining or apologizing, I smiled and clicked my drink with his. “Don’t worry about it, I came to introduce myself, I’m Luna, you?”

Let’s call him Jacob. For what it is worth, Jacob was indeed down my alley. More than that, he was quick to move past the initial surprise of my approach, which made things a lot less awkward. We agreed to go grab new drinks and we stayed near the bar for quite a while. I behaved overtly friendly the whole time, even for a clueless guy it would be obvious I was flirting. Complimenting, touching, laughing, throwing innuendos left and right. Knowing Marcus could be watching lit a fire under my ass, but I also wanted to explore my own excitement about the whole situation, so I forcibly paced myself.

A drink became two and then three. We agreed to go dance before we ran out of things to talk about, and that’s where the fun *really* started. To his credit, Jacob was a *good* dancer. Not because he had all the moves, but because he knew how to have fun without overthinking. It also gave us a ton of extra opportunities to touch each other. I lost track of time and Marcus, and offered my full attention to Jacob.

The dance, the joking and the flirting all got more intense as time went by. Soon Jacob’s hands were firmly resting on my ass, occasionally testing the rim of my dress. I was doing my part too, playing with the hair on the back of his head, or caressing his neck.

We started kissing. I admit I’m a shameless, unapologetic kisser whenever I’m clubbing. It’s no one’s deal but mine, so I absolutely do not care if there may be people watching. Jacob didn’t feel particularly experienced in kissing, or maybe it was just the novelty of kissing a stranger for the first time. We didn’t exactly match at first but soon we got the hang of it and the world closed in on us. The kiss got hungrier; the handling got more intense. It was only when I was about to move my mouth to his neck that I remembered my manners. I am an unapologetic kisser, but I don’t *always* feel like doing foreplay for everyone to see.

Marcus had been away from my mind for a while now, but I caught a glimpse of him as we were moving from the dance floor to one of the couches that lined the walls. He looked, for the lack of a better term, like he was about to break me in half (in a good way). There were tables in between the couches and the center of the room, which provided some much-needed cover. I sat sideways on Jacob’s lap. Then the foreplay started.

Our mouths found each other again, but soon I was testing the flesh of his neck with my teeth. Jacob was throbbing underneath me, with his erection stuck along his thigh, under my ass. We tried to be discrete, and I honestly have no clue if we succeeded or failed. I kept escalating things and Jacob kept pace with me. At some point he had sneaked his hand inside my dress and had two fingers deeply buried inside me.

We became two horny teenagers, testing how far we could push before we were seen and made to stop. Since no one noticed, we just kept going. My hand found its way to his pants, I unbuttoned them and pulled his cock to a more comfortable position, pressed along his stomach. I grabbed it and squeezed it, stroking it in whatever little space I had. The angle of my hand was awkward. The angle of my body, sideways to him, did not help. His fingers pushing against my inner walls made it even harder to coordinate my movements. We did what was possible with whatever little room we had.

“We should stop” I was the first to recognize it, after failing to hold a moan once he bit my neck. I realized we were both sweating, way more than when we were dancing. So thrashy.

“We should. But I don’t want to. Do you?”

I smiled at him “No. But I also don’t want to be kicked from the club”. He kept moving his fingers inside me. It made it all more difficult. We literally were doing everything but fucking at that point. “Is your place free?” I wondered if I should consult Marcus first but reminded myself that we were not an actual thing, and that I had given him permission to intervene.

“No, yours?” he sounded hopeful.

Unfortunately, Maria (my house mate and best friend) had given me crystal clear instructions not to bring anyone home that night. She had an exam early the next morning and she needed to rest.

“No,” I saw his face drop. “but it’ll be free tomorrow during the day. Deal?” I offered the best alternative I could. I wanted him.

It was a deal. We exchanged numbers. We kissed some more but agreed to take things down a few notches. Eventually we said our goodbyes and parted ways as his group decided to leave. Once he disappeared, I found and made my way back to Marcus.

“So?” I was feeling like a total slut, coming back from being used, even though I had simply been thoroughly fingered and little more. I could feel that energy on my smile.

He eyed me like he was about to devour me. “That was so hot. Did you think about me while you were doing it?”

“No.” I confessed.

Apparently, that’s what he wanted to hear, because he pulled me in for a kiss. Another surprising move from him in front of everyone in the club. “Good” he whispered into my lips. “I’m so freaking hard, I wanna fuck you all night”.

That night I learned my love for hotwifing/hotfriending(?). And that excitement translates easily from one man to another in my brain. At least to Marcus it did.

“Catch an uber to your place?” I knew he lived alone. I did not need to ask if his apartment was free.

We left the club and fast-forwarded to his place. Not without spending the whole ride back home with our tongues exploring the other’s throats. *Unapologetic kissing and all that*.

I have very fond memories of that night where we first explored this dynamic. Marcus wanted me to tell him all about what I did and felt with Jacob – despite his own observation – but he kept pounding me way too hard for me to form anything that resembled a coherent sentence. Each time he came I managed to briefly gather control of my surroundings and used my words and narrative to goad the blood back to his cock. I was amazed at how easily it worked. Who would need Viagra when a few descriptions brought him back from full limpness in a matter of minutes?

I spent the night with Marcus but withheld the information that I was going to meet Jacob (aka fuck him).

Sure enough, the following afternoon Marcus received a text from me. This one did not ask about meeting after a run, it was simply a picture where my face was half-covered by a dick resting over it. My cheeks, forehead and chin were plastered in cum, and I had my tongue out teasing the guy’s balls. Jacob’s balls.

My tale will Jacob shall be my next story.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yynnmx/fm_i_found_my_fwb_had_a_cuckoldhotwifing_fantasy