I think my path into this combines in a way with my wife’s issues… triggered by depression and trauma.
KK and I started dating, and I was head-over-heels in love with her from the onset. We had an extraordinary sexual relationship as well, and experimented and learned together about extremes of pleasure.
We got engaged, probably poor timing while we were in our first year away at college. I thought everything was great, at least until the end of our first year when I started noticing odd things.
KK would miss a date or meeting, or she’d go inexplicably off the air. At one point, she actually encouraged me to have sex with one of her friends, using all kinds of weird excuses - this is totally out of character for KK - she is insanely, almost homicidally jealous of other women, so having me pity-fuck or some such one of her friends seemed insane.
I refused to fuck her needy friend, and soon after, out of the blue, KK broke off our engagement - no explanation.
I was distraught beyond consoling. Over time, I began to hear rumors about KK, innuendo about stuff she was doing, guys she was dating, some of it unbelievable. I was enraged, and simultaneously aroused by some of what I was hearing, some of what I was imagining.
I got obsessed about the thought of KK fucking other guys - what she might be doing, how it would feel to see her taking some dude’s cock in her pussy, mouth or ass…. It got bad enough that those visions were the only way I could get hard and cum.
That summer, I was working in a different city. KK was doing her thing, without me, leaving me with countless hours to think about her getting fucked, while stroking myself into sad oblivion.
One night, I ended up at a friend’s apartment - for a mercy-fuck… from a female friend-zone pal who was sympathetic to my situation. We did the deed, but I couldn’t cum, from being preoccupied with thoughts of KK. I left my pal in the bed, and went to try and ...... on the den sofa.
There was a stack of magazines on the sofa table. Among them, a Penthouse Forum. As I was flipping through it, an entry in the Letters section caught my attention.
The tale told the story of a couple experimenting with cuckolding. The female subject’s description fit KK to a tee. The story’s theme was a progression from the wife flirting in a bar or club, to visiting a picked-up stranger’s parked car for a make-out session, and so on. The game, and commitment was supposedly just to tease, but not to go all the way.
The penultimate part of the story involved the husband standing close to a strange man’s Cadillac, in the parking lot of a bar, while watching his wife make out with the ‘traveling salesman’ in the back of the Caddy. Of course, there’s no turning back, as hot wife mounts stranger’s hard cock in the backseat…
The finale is shocked husband agreeing to let the traveling salesman take his wife back to his hotel, for an overnight fuck session - the naughty wife leaves her husband in the parking lot of a bar, holding onto her panties with his fingertip, while they depart for the stranger’s hotel.
She gets dropped off to a sleepless, exhausted husband at home the next morning, for reclamation sex and happy cuckolding ever after.
That night, reading the Penthouse Forum letter over and over, I made myself cum more than a dozen times - mostly visualizing KK in the role of naughty hot wife.
From that point on, I was obsessed with the thought of KK having sex with an endless variety of strange men. Watching her as the center of attention in traditional couples sex, making out, to being the star in a mega gang-bang - pretty much everything, and anything I could imagine.
We eventually got back together, reconciled and resumed our engagement. Unknown to me at the time was that KK was still cheating on me with regularity, even through our wedding and early married experience.
I pressured her subtly, sometimes not so much for nearly twenty years before KK actually opened up to living the hot wife thing for real.
All along that rocky road, I found out things about KK and myself, the dominant theme being that KK has never been happily monogamous - at best she stayed in partial misery via serial monogamy. KK was happiest when she felt free, powerful, and entertained by a variety of hard cocks.
We’ve been doing the hot wife thing more than ten years now, and are completely comfortable in it. We’re able to be in love, while KK gets to enjoy what she needs to, and get all the hard cock she wants, without the guilt.
