Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Six)

**’I think I’m over sex now.’ – 11/07/2020**

I’ve become more and more paranoid that there is something going on. Our sex life has taken a real dive now. We rarely have sex and when we do Sarah is clearly not into it. She just wants it over with as quickly as possible.

She is messaging a lot more than usual.

She is out a lot at odd times. To run, or to walk with a friend. I never see these friends. Sometimes after returning, she is flushed, red faced, and elated. She will schedule a time for a run, or walk, and then change it, and change it again, or even cancel it. When they are cancelled her moods are appalling.

I tell myself that her behavior, mood changes, and lack of interest in sex are due to the stresses and strains of life in lock down. My paranoia says different. It relentlessly pesters me. Its even got me picking her panties out of the wash basket to inspect them for evidence of infidelity. I’ve noticed that she often runs in her sexiest panties. On those occasions the panties always get scurried straight into the wash on her return home.

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Five)

**I love you no matter who you wank off. – 12/06/20**

Today is Friday. It’s nearly a fortnight since Katie’s ‘you really like…’ bombshell. Sarah is out of bed before me, as usual. Silhouetted naked, in the morning sunlight, she tells me that after she gets home from work, she is planning to do a workout, and then go out to meet her friend Karen. I ask her:

‘Where are you going to meet with Karen?’

‘I don’t know yet. Why so you need to know?’

‘I don’t need to know. I’m just interested.’

‘God you’re like a Muslim husband!’

She moves closer to the edge of the bed. She slides two fingers over her pussy, parts the lips, pushes her crotch towards my face, and grinds her hips.

‘Next thing we know you’ll be making me wear a black cloth over my head and locking me indoors.’

‘Aw come on…. As if I’m anything like that! I don’t mind what you do. I was only showing an interest. So… you’re going to come home, work out, presumably get a shower, go out and meet Kaz… How long do those things take? Where’s dinner in all of that? I need to know. Are you eating with us?’

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Three)

**You Want To Have Sex With Other Women – 28/03/20**
She wakes in my arms. Holding her is magical. We fit together like two parts of a puzzle. There is no more heavenly place to be than laid here, with Sarah, with the warm morning sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains. Locked together with her like this. Even first thing in the morning she’s beautiful. She doesn’t need make up. She never wears it. She looks so much younger than her 41 years. She blinks drowsily. I gaze into her sapphire blue eyes and run my fingers through her blonde hair as it shimmers in the morning sunlight. Suddenly she pulls away saying: ‘Get off me you!’ She looks upset.
‘What?’
‘You said you want to have sex with other women!’
‘What the fuck?’ My heart is in my mouth. I’ve no idea what she is talking about. She’s clearly upset. She turns away from me. Still in my arms but now facing away from me.
‘You made me cry.’
‘When was thi… Ah… you’ve had a dream.’ I literally sigh with relief.
‘I asked you if you wanted to have sex with other women and you said yes!’
‘That’s just a bad dream honey. Even if I did want to have sex with other people. Which I don’t! I wouldn’t. Because I know that it would upset you. I love you. I’m totally committed to you. You own me. I belong to you. I like it that way. I love it.’
‘Yes well… I haven’t forgiven you yet.’
‘You can’t hold what I do in a dream against me. How about if I do that to you?’
She smiles, turns back to face me again, and kisses me saying. ‘I really don’t want to know what I do in your dreams.’

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter Two)

**Stevie – 03/03/20**

I have a meal out with the boys. Later, in bed, Sarah asks about my night. I tell her but I figure it best not to mention Steve. I’m still not sure that I want to encourage an interest in him. If she has one. Which she probably doesn’t.

We’re laid spooning. It’s heavenly wrapped up with Sarah. Her slim body, her long sexy legs, her perfect ass locked into my midriff. She fits like a hand in glove. I finish talking and she’s quiet for a moment. I think she’s trailing off to sleep. Then she chirps ‘What about Stevie?’ The tone of her voice goes up a notch as she says his name. (We, the boys, don’t call him ‘Stevie’). I’m taken a back by the high pitched voice tone change. I try not to show it. I don’t really want to talk about him. ‘Ah… he wasn’t getting involved… You know what he’s like.’

‘He doesn’t get into political arguments or anything like that does he? It’s great how he’s so chilled out. There’s just no stress with him. Everything’s just cool.’

Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into “[consensual]” cuckoldry.…(Chapter One)

**The Christmas Party – 20/12/19**

Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.

But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time.