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How we got started
It took years to understand and accept who we are and what we enjoy emotionally and sexually. We are still evolving, and each new adventure serves as an act of discovery, a chance to play and make some new experiences. That is what makes living this way so enjoyable. When we first started, we were young and could not begin to comprehend how powerfully corrosive emotions such as lust, desire, jealousy, secrecy, resentment and many other similar feelings can be on a relationship. And this goes not just the two of us, but in her lover’s mind as well. Each one of them is an individual in themselves and as we discovered, sometimes the hard way, that we must be mindful and respectful of his emotions and desires as well as our own Often his expectations and desires would conflict with our own. It took me decades to understand the predicament that she often faced when trying to satisfy what I wanted, what she wanted and what he wanted in our triad relationships. We made many mistakes in experimenting with our passions. Some of them were quite trying and I am not going to go into those here because that would take a while and would kind of spoil the point of recalling my favorite moments. Fortunately, none of those experiences were lasting and our love for each other has allowed us to survive these numerous blunders.
Now this is going to sound a little strange but the introduction to us exploring a hotwife and cuckold relationship was not my idea nor my wife’s. In fact, when we got together, I could be fiercely jealous and carefully guarded of my girlfriend, now wife and she had every intention of keeping herself only unto me for as long as we both shall live. When we were first married, we were quite proud that we were each other’s one and only lover. We often publicly stated that and most of our family and friends would assume that statement still stands today. The thought of letting my wife have sex with other men, let alone encourage her to do so, was the furthest thing from my mind. The suggestion and repeated assertion that my wife should sleep with other men and that I should allow her to do so came from a very unlikely source, my mother-in-law. Now I’m not sure that she truly intended for us to live this way as a permanent lifestyle, but she left absolutely no doubt how strongly she felt that we married much too young and that she had envisioned that her daughter would have had additional ‘experiences’ as she often put it. Our boasting about being each other’s one and only lovers, an act that should have make a parent proud, only served to infuriate my mother-in-law.
We had always heard the story of my wife’s parents’ courtship and wedding. They had started dating in high school and they had been going steady during their senior year in high school. They had been each other’s one and only lover. Shortly after graduating they had gotten pregnant. In the socially and religiously conservative environment of the late 1940’s and time, premarital sex was forbidden and being pregnant outside of marriage was scandalous. The morning after their parents found out, they were taken to 6 AM mass and were married on the spot. No fancy wedding, no guests, no reception, just a quick ceremony after mass in the parish office and within the hour, they we back at work. The following weekend, they had a single night in a hotel as a honeymoon. I have heard a couple different side stories, one of which was that she had broken up with him between the time they had sex and when she missed her period. Another was that she had started dating another guy but had not been intimate with him yet. Either way she made it very clear that she was quite unhappy about her engagement and that she had deeply resented not being able to sow some wild oats before she was forced to get married. I do believe that she truly loved her husband and loved having a family. I know that she would never have given that back, but there was definitely some deeply suppressed resentment that was being exposed by the circumstances of our marriage and all that anger and bitterness was being projected on me.
What brought out these latent emotions in my mother-in-law was that our relationship had followed a strikingly similar story. My wife and I had started dating in high school. I was a year older than her and although we both saw some others while I was away during my first year at college, neither of us were intimate with anyone else. We then both went to the same college, lost our virginity to each other and were a steady couple after that. Halfway through my junior, her sophomore, year we got pregnant. Being Catholic, abortion was out of the question. Her mother did not want us to get married and pressured her daughter to have the baby while still living apart. She really didn’t want me to be a part of my wife’s and the baby’s life. I was, however, an active parent and after only a month after he was born, we moved in together. Over her mother’s objections, six months later, we got married.
The first couple years of our marriage, we were both quite happy with each other and engrossed in all the struggles of setting up and maintaining our family home with a young child in tow. All the while, my mother-in-law was projecting the latent regrets from her missing life experiences onto her daughter. At first it was a few comments and nuanced suggestions that we either didn’t notice or brushed off as a joke. Once we had our second child, my mother-in-law’s obsession with her daughter gaining other experiences only grew until she could not contain herself. Over the next year or so, the articulation of her frustration that I was her daughter’s one and only lover became more direct and more frequent. It reached the point where my mother-in-law was bringing up the names of guys that my wife worked with in conversations. She would ask leading questions about them and if there was any attraction between her and the other men, sometimes these questions were asked directly in front of me. She barely stopped just short of openly suggesting that her daughter should sleep with one of them, but it was clear that she felt that her daughter should have sex with someone else and that I should not stand in the way. Barely a visit would go by where she didn’t bring up the subject.
Obviously with my mother-in-law’s frequent suggestions, the topic came up in private discussions between my wife and me. The first question I asked was if she regretted not having intercourse with someone else. She was honest and said that she had not when we got married but over time, she had thought about it and part of her wished she had at least once so that she would have known what it was like to be with someone else. Then I asked THE question; “Do you want to?” I was expecting her to say no and for the longest time she was coy about even answering that question. But she never said no. Maybe if she would have unequivocally said no, I would have stopped asking. But I kept asking. Eventually and at first it was during a moment of passion, she confessed that yes, she did want to sleep with another man. I think I was both shocked and a little hurt by her response. However, I should have known, and I should also have known that the reason she was being so evasive was that she didn’t want to hurt me if she answered the question honestly. After all her mother had been pushing the idea on her for several years. My wife was clear that even though she wanted to sleep with another man, she didn’t ever intend on following through on it and she didn’t have a clue how it could happen anyway.
The fantasy of her getting laid by someone else became our toy in bed. We started by discussing a meeting with fictional man and letting her fantasize about taking him as a lover. That brought a new fiery spark to our relationship, and it gave her intense orgasms when imagining having another man inside her. I enjoyed how her body responded to the various scenarios, and I quickly adopted the fantasy as my own. The fantasy became part of our regular routine, and we rarely had sex without it. At first, she insisted on ‘no names.’ Her secret lover was to be a fictional character. Eventually though, we started using a one of her old boyfriends. There were two that we used. One was her first real kiss, and the other was the first guy she ever got past first base with. Both were before she moved here where I met her and since they were 4 hours away, those men were not much of a threat. But both made good fiction for our fantasies and gave her a face to her imaginary lover that only served to intensify her orgasms. She would intentionally avoid talking about anyone she worked with as much as a self-protection method from actually following through and as a rebuttal to her mother’s frequent inquiries about them.
Although the thought of taking a lover would bring my wife intense orgasms, she would always insist that she was not interested in making anything happen for real and I didn’t expect anything would. Still, we had a standing agreement that if the opportunity came up, she had blanket permission. We were young and foolish and because of our belief that nothing would happen, we never bothered to clarify expectations, nor set any guidelines of what would happen if she did have an opportunity that she elected to pursue. After all, why would you discuss things like protection or establishing any sexual or emotional boundaries in a fantasy. We both should have known that it wouldn’t take long before a real opportunity would present itself. The truth was that my wife was a young, smart, and attractive 25-year-old female engineering technician working in an environment that was utterly dominated by men. Although she said that she didn’t have a clue how it could happen, she started a new position and started traveling for work. Having her travel with other men was like tossing live bait in a shark tank. She quickly discovered that all she had to do was, in her words; ‘Not Say No’. But more on that later.