Mine was an arranged marriage. I work as a data scientist in an MNC and earn well. I never had a girlfriend and was a virgin before getting married. I spoke with a few girls for marriage and liked a couple of them. They, too, had expressed interest to get married. They were good-looking.
I always wanted to marry a good looking girl. I spoke with them multiple times, taking my time. I didn’t want to make a rushed decision. I got to know pretty much everything about them in those conversations. One of them had a boyfriend until a year before I spoke with her.
They had a bad breakup, apparently. She told me everything as she didn’t want to hide anything. She also told me that they were physically involved as well. The other girl never had boyfriends. I presumed she was a virgin, though I didn’t dare to ask her that question.
I took my time and said yes to the first girl who had a boyfriend. We got married, and she figured I was a virgin. Hence, she used to take the lead in bed and create a comfortable environment to let go of any awkwardness or shyness between eachother.
Our sex life was great. She was a very good-looking woman, and I enjoyed her sexual life. She asked me one day in a random conversation why I never had girlfriends before marriage.
“I never met anyone that I can have a relationship with. Also, I am socially awkward and not good at socializing with girls.” I said.
She understood.
“Usually, people like you prefer virgin girls to marry. I’m surprised you said yes to me,” she said.
I smiled and didn’t say anything.
‘What was the reason you said yes to me?’ she asked.
“I’m not sure if you want to know. You might judge me,” I said.
“I would never judge you. Trust me. You can be open with me,” she said.
“Do you watch porn? I asked.
She laughed. “What? What sort of question is that?
For a few minutes, “Ha, I do sometimes. But that was before marriage,” she said.
I nodded.
“Do you watch it?” she asked.
“I do,” I said.
‘What do you like to watch in porn, if I may ask?’ she said.
I took a couple of seconds before answering. I mustered some courage and said, “Somehow, I seemed to like cuckold videos.”
She raised her brows. “Oh,”
“That’s something to know about you, really,” she said.
“You said you wont judge me,” I said.
“Ok, I wont,” she said.
“So, me saying yes to you also comes from liking the idea that you have been with someone before marriage,” I said.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
I nodded my head.
“So, you like the fact that someone had sex with your wife?” she said.
I nodded. That conversation really opened up our sexual life. We used to discuss more about sex and our kinks from that day. We became more sex-positive. She also confessed that she used to love her ex-boyfriend in bed absolutely. Apparently, he had a great stamina.
She asked me if I ever imagined myself with another man in bed. I told her I do it sometimes when I masturbate. She has asked me how open I am to actually making it a reality. I was initially surprised she had asked me this. Is she suggesting an extramarital affair? Does she have anyone in mind?
“I don’t know, it does excite me. But I’m not sure,” I said to avoid being judged. But I like the idea of someone having my wife in bed in front of me.
“I just wanted to say if you want to be more sex-positive, I’m fine with it.’ she said.
Since then, I have been thinking about that. The possibility of cuckold life becoming a reality excited me very much. I thought she would never encourage those thoughts. Now that she has expressed herself, it could become a reality with just a ‘yes’ from me has sent shivers down my spine.
And I knew at some point I would say yes. So, I had a conversation with her after a few months. I said I was open to exploring our sex life. She nodded.
After a few days, she sat me down for a discussion. She said there is someone who might be interested in joining us.
‘Who?’ I asked her.
“I got in touch with my ex-boyfriend. He seemed to be very much interested in getting back to being a friend with me. Then I pitched him the idea, and he is onboard,’ she said.
“Didn’t you guys fight for your relationship?” I asked.
“We did. But that was years ago, and I moved on. He seemed to have moved on too,” she said.
I thought about it.
“You can say yes only if you are comfortable,” she said.
‘Why can’t we do it with strangers?’ I asked.
“That’s not safe. I dont want to risk it. With him, I feel a little comfortable as I know him.’ she said. I nodded my head. I eventually agreed to it.
She has invited him for dinner one day. He looked slim, fair and tall. Not the muscular types, I presumed. We had a good conversation over dinner, and he seemed to be a nice guy. He left after dinner.
She asked me how I felt meeting him.
“He is not bad,” I said.
“So, should I call him next weekend?” She asked.
I thought about it and said, “I guess you can.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about that day, the whole week. Finally, the day had come, and he came home at around 7 in the evening. My wife had a shower and wore a decent saree. We greeted him and sat for dinner.
He was proactive in getting to know more about my expectations.
“So, how do we take it?” He said.
“We haven’t thought about it much,” I said.
He nodded.
“I would say let’s take it slow. Step by step till we become comfortable,” he said.
“Sounds good,” I said. My wife didn’t say anything the whole time.
“Do you prefer to be there in the room?” he asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said. He nodded.
We finished our dinner, and he relaxed on the couch.
“I just want you guys to know I’m ready whenever you guys are,” he said.
We went inside our bedroom, leaving him there.
“So, what do you think, should I call him in?” she asked.
“Yeah, let’s call him in,” I said.
We called him in. It was awkward at first. He was smiling excessively.
‘Would you be sitting there and watching us?’ he asked.
I nodded. I was nervous as hell. But I didn’t show it.
“Don’t be awkward,” my wife said to him.
He chuckled and said ok. He sat on the bed where my wife was. He slowly placed his hands on her hands and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. He then lowered her onto the bed and lay next to her. He moved her hair sideways and hugged her.
She hugged him back, and they remained there for a while. He broke the hug and looked at her before kissing her on the lips. It slowly became a passionate kiss, and they involved tongues. He took off his shirt. He is a fairly fit person. He removed her saree pallu and kissed her neck.
They did some foreplay. They kissed each other’s upper body. He kissed her abdomen area. “Do you mind taking this off?” he asked her, pointing to her blouse. She raised herself, reached for the hooks, and unhooked them. She slowly removed it, placed it on the bedside table, and laid back.
He kissed her chest area. She had her bra on. He placed his hand gently on her left breast and fondled it. She let him do it. He fondled both her breasts before he requested her to remove the bra.
She looked at me. I had my left hand on the genital area over my pants.
“Are you doing good?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said.
She nodded. She then reached out to her bra hook and unhooked it. She removed it and placed it on the bedside table. It became hard to see that she exposed her breasts to him. I pulled my cock out.
He placed his hands on them and squeezed them to his heart’s content. She ran her hand through his hair and kept looking at him, exploring her breasts. He started sucking them. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He sucked them for a few minutes before he said he was ready to go in.
She asked him to wear a condom. He wore a condom while she removed her panty under her saree. He had a relatively thin but long penis. He came near her legs and parted them so that he could have space to climb on the bed. He lifted her saree to her hips and caressed her legs.
He kissed her thighs and slowly moved to her pussy. He didn’t eat her but kissed around it. “Do you need some lube?” he asked. “I’m fine without it,” she said.
He then placed his penis on her pussy and slowly started thrusting it. She closed her eyes initially in an attempt to fit him in. But she could fit him in quickly and fairly easily. He started going in and out in missionary position. She seemed to be enjoying it as well.
She started letting out subtle moans. They went for a while, and she was right when she said that he had good stamina. They kissed passionately in between while he was going at her. Then, they switched positions. She sat on top of him and started riding him.
He took a backseat for a while so that he could rest. It excited me to see she was on top and riding him. I came hard as I stroked it. I felt weak. He was inside my wife’s body, and he is yet to cum. While I came just by rubbing my hands on my cock.
They switched positions back to missionary style, and he laid on top of her. This time, she lifted her legs and embraced his hips with her legs. I could see she was excited with all the action from a few minutes. He went in and out for another couple of minutes.
“I’m close. Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.
“‘You can cum inside, you have a condom,” she said.
After a few seconds, he stopped going in and out and just stayed inside her, looking at her. I presumed he was cumming.
He then pulled out slowly. She raised herself and looked at it as he pulled out. She wiped something off her pussy. Probably some hair. He held his cock to avoid the condom falling off.
“Do you guys want to do anything naughty, or should I just dump the condom in the trash?” he asked.
She looked at me as if to check my preference. I slowly started becoming hard the second time.
‘Do you have something in mind?’ I asked her.
‘Is it ok if I ask him to empty it on my chest?’ she said.
I nodded. She then laid back. He climbed over. He took off the condom and squeezed it to empty it on her breasts.
He then tapped his bare dick over her breast. She looked at him like she didn’t permit him to do that. He smiled as if to apologize. Then, she chooses to ignore it.
He went to the room. She applied the cum onto her breasts. I went to her and asked her to give me an oral, to which she obliged. She gave blowjob for a few minutes before I came in her mouth.
I asked her if she came.
“I did. Did you notice I wrapped my legs around him? I did that because I was cumming, and I wanted to hold him,” she said.
He returned after washing himself. She got up and took a shower while we waited in the living room. It was one affair we never forgot. But I could see why she chose him. He can go at a woman for 10 minutes without cumming.
We never did that again for some reason. She never brought this thing up again, and neither me.