The Three of Us - an Unlikely Romance that Becomes True

Just posted another installment. In my humble opinion, it's a pretty steamy account of one of the hottest cuckolding scenes. Enjoy! And, instead of asking for "thoughtful comments", feel free to let me know it helped you jerk off. (Glad I could help! )

I have always wanted to blindfold the wife while she was strapped to the bed, invite someone over to service her then get a picture of her reaction the moment she removed the blindfold observing that it isn't me in her.

Seriously, whoever is enjoying reading my story, you need to be a little less stingy in posting some comments. I am running out of patience. If you want me to continue posting, speak up. Otherwise, that was it.

Testing- a bit testy today Your story is great- as we discussed earlier in this thread you need to decide if you are writing this for us or for yourself? I imagine it's alittle of both. I know in my own situation and recent post I was totally disappointed that so few people took the time to comment(including you) , even after I posted nice pic of wife's feet But in the end, I wrote what I wrote for me- as a way to get some of the things floating around my brain out of my head and share with someone. I cant exactly discuss this **** with my real life friends so CP seemed the best place to share the recent events in my life. Your story is awesome( is it true?) I agree that when you take the time to write a story or share a real life event it would be nice to get some support- and it feels good when you do. But expecting that type of support from strangers on a cuckold based website might be reaching a bit. I appreciate the few people who reached out to me publically and privately- i wish there had been more but that's beyond my control.

That said- thanks for your efforts and i hope you continue with your awesome story!

Thanks lkitkinke, you make thoughtful and inspiring comments. Were it not for your comment earlier, I'd have quit posting on this thread a long while back. Yes, I am doing it indeed for myself first and foremost, but I don't have to post on this particular site if I am convinced that few readers here actually liked reading my story (3000+ clicks just means that - 3000+ clicks after all). And, if they do enjoy reading it, what kind of people are they if they don't even bother to type a few words like "I like it", "way to go", "please continue"...?

(In my defense, I was guilty of not spending enough time reading your posts even after you pointed it out to me as I've busy writing this story, but I am not guilty of reading it, liking it but too lazy to type 3 words.)

Hi there this is without doubt the most honest though provoking story of cuckolding that I have read in a long time please keep going . for yourself and all of us that are either lurking or commenting.
yours in lust
Mitch

Yes it is frustrating not to receive conformation that others like what you have provided. Kinda like if you took your wife to a party, stripped her down and told everyone they could fuck her and no one did! Like Ikitkinkle said you have to decide if you are writing for your enjoyment or for public accolades.

Thanks for your comments all. I apologize for losing my cool for a moment. I wasn't looking for "public accolades", but the deafening dead silence was not what I expected either. Now that I know at least a few of you do continue enjoying reading my story, I will try to post a bit more, but maybe in shorter installments and slower speed though. Thanks again.

From the very beginning, Brian quickly became aware that at least in the near future, I was the most important stakeholder of this arrangement, and that if I wasn't satisfied or happy about how things were going, all deal would be off. That is why I could so successfully orchestrate the night when I could secretly watch Brian fuck the blindfolded Linda, and why Brian went out his way to make sure I got to see what I needed to see and what he had to offer... It turned out one of the best nights I'd remember fondly years after. It was also a milestone or a turning point for all three of us. After that, Linda became much less prohibitive in expressing her lust for the sexual pleasure Brian was bringing her now that she realized that I had seen the "worst" of it all while Brian seemed to be surer that I did indeed get a kick out of watching him fucking my wife, and therefore felt freer to let the "bad boy" in him out in the open knowing it would actually please both Linda and me.

As for me, while I was fascinated and couldn't get enough of the erotically charged new game orchestrated by myself and carried out so smoothly so far, the inner crisis I was struggling with was far from over. Quietly inside, I was still constantly going through the turmoil of shame, insecurity, self-pity, doubt, guilt... Now that Brian and Linda routinely allowed me to be there while they had sex and tried to include me making the act a "quasi-threesome", I couldn't help finding myself "out of place". I knew that they never NEEDED me there to enjoy each other, and when we three were together, I couldn't help feeling self-conscious and – inadequate. I wasn't sure if I was more pressured by Brian's or by Linda's presence. Yes, Brian's sexual prowess was intimidating but by now I had accepted it as a fact a long while back and I actually secretly considered it an honor watching it play out in the privacy of my bedroom. Linda's presence seemed a more deterring factor as she constantly reminded me of my identity as her husband. In my mind, what kind of husband I was and I would be to her would depend on how I played the game. As a result, I was never able to enjoy our time together as much as the time when Linda was blindfolded, and it never turned into a full-blown threesome either.

By "quasi-threesome", I mean I never felt that I was an "equal" part as Brian and Linda were. I might be holding Linda's hand, kissing her in the mouth or on her boobs while Brian was fucking her, or sucking on her nipples with Brian at the same time in the foreplay..., but I consciously or sub-consciously avoided having Linda taking both Brian's and my cocks at the same time like in a typical threesome video where the gal was sucking one while taking another in her pussy. I took out my cock only when it would seem weird if I did not as it was supposed to be a threesome after all. Often times, I was more involved in the foreplay stage, then voluntarily took more of an assisting role in the fucking, and eventually jerked myself off in sync of Brian's pace. Both Linda and Brian probably thought that that was the way I wanted to play without realizing that I was somehow in an awkward position.

As planned and expected, Brian visited us on an irregular schedule, sometimes in one or two weeks and sometimes in a month or more. He could stay for just one night or he could stay for three. He was busy, but more importantly he needed to be constantly on the go. He could use some re-charging at a home like ours but he got bored quickly when things became "homely". While we never openly talked about it, I think both Brian and I were trying to keep it fresh and exciting for as long as possible, secretly worried that "all good things must come to an end". Brian was making sure he was not overstaying his welcome, an intention I understood and facilitated. Linda and I were getting used to the new arrangement. We both became more sexual even when Brian was not around. Even between us two, we became more adventurous in our sex life. In addition to "Brian", we were introducing more toys into our bedroom. We started watching porn together, talked about fantasies, scenarios and techniques a lot more than before, and we experimented. I have to say though despite all this, sex involving Brian was still the most satisfying and mind-blowing to Linda, and to me. It felt like the time when he was not around was a long foreplay leading up to the day when he appeared at our door. As much as I was bothered by my sense of being inadequate, I was counting my blessings that we had found Brian and had him in our life.

Six months into this arrangement, my "inner demon" was attacking again. Looking back, I think the inner turbulence was stemmed from my awareness and dissatisfaction of my role in this triangular relation. I wanted to take a more "meaningful" or more impactful part in this new relationship. But I didn't realize it then. What appeared bothering me was the notion that the Brian I had grown used to seemed to be too tame and benign. My "demon" demanded me to corrupt him (and Linda) further so he could play edgier games. I told both Brian and Linda that I wanted to "gear things up a notch" and requested them to be more creative. I told them that my idea was to give up control and let them run me in and involve me more "meaningfully". I said I didn't want them to tell me how it would be like before it was carried out because the surprises were what I would be looking for too. Brian agreed to do some "research" online. Soon he told me that he had learned that there was a cuckolding community out there and that he was tickled by the term "bull". He said he was getting ideas from those who were more experienced in the lifestyle. I, on the other hand, simply encouraged him not to be afraid of "pushing the boundaries". Linda did pretty much the same thing. She found the online cuckolding community as well, but most of the stuff she had read was too "excessive", according to her. What can I say? She had her own ideas and tastes. I just had to let her explore and act in her own pace. In any case, I was convinced that when Brian came again this Friday night, things would be excitingly different. I couldn't wait.

(to be continued)

It's getting hotter!
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

I decided to discontinue my story. It's becoming increasingly difficult and painful to re-live those events in my mind. (Maybe some day I'll be more prepared to write them all out) But for those who have been following my story, I'll soon put out a summary of what happened to us three later so you will get a "closure" of it all.

please continue

Please don't stop now it is a very enjoyable read and it excites the senses.

(As promised - a summary of what happened later)

Brian didn't disappoint me. In his calm and steady style, he gradually introduced edgier and kinkier stuff into our relationship. He would test the waters and then push just a little to keep everyone excited but not too overwhelmed. Slowly but surely, he was adopting an increasingly dominant bull persona. Linda was cool with it as long as the stuff was kept in the bedroom. Sometimes to get her onto something, Brian and I had to plan ahead and put on a show for her. She'd be surprised, shy, refused to participate, but then couldn't resist the seduction and coercion and eventually complied, adding that much fun. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't always easy for me. The play could get so intense that I was brought to tears in front of Linda. But I fucking loved it!

I could see after those crazy nights how my role as a husband could be eroded, but Linda assured me that she still saw me a responsible and caring husband as always. Where things were, I had no choice but believe in her and continue on with the journey.

Could things be too good to be true? I was expecting Brian to come to our house one Friday but unfortunately was tied up in the office and couldn't leave until pretty late. When I got home, no one was in. Not until an hour later did I see Brian and Linda come in together. They said they had gone to a café nearby to have a chat. I don't know what got into me. I got all jealous and possessive, and accused them of doing things behind my back. I was hysterical like a drama queen. Brian said "Calm yourself down. We'll talk later." and then left. But the quarrel continued between Linda and I. I threw her a million hurtful things I would regret for the rest of my life and didn't mean. Linda finally told me that Brian asked her out to confide in her how he felt increasingly uncomfortable in this arrangement and both of them had decided to end it. I was in panic, and started to ask why like crazy. Linda said, "The question you should ask is why you are doing this. How long will your "self-exploration" last? How will it end? I am your wife and I love you, but you dragged me into something more than I could handle. I am exhausted..." I was heartbroken. There was a lot of tears, pleading, hugging and kissing that night.

The next day, I met Brian in a bar. I did "calm down", and apologized to him. Brian shook his head, "No. No need to apologize. I owe you a lot and I deserve some of that. I am sorry Adam, but I have never enjoyed being a bull. The idea of having a married woman to hum iliate her husband "for fun" is sick and twisted. I could never get used to it no matter how much of it I do and how hard I try..."

"But why? Why didn't you say so sooner? Why have you been carrying it out like you are enjoying it?"

Brian sighed, "Adam, I don't know how you did it, but you had a way of controlling me. Let's face it. Both Linda and I are your puppets. Of course, I do enjoy Linda's and your company, but in the back of my head, I'm always asking myself "What should I do to please Adam?" I am exhausted..."

I begged him to stay and promised I would let him take real control and do things the way he liked. Brian looked at me, tears in his eyes, "You know how I am tempted to say yes. Your home is almost the perfect "home away from home" to me. But it wouldn't be fair to you, just as it wouldn't be to me to ask me to be "a bull". One thing you must know – I am a straight man and that won't change although I have done a lot of things with you that's not so straight, but I care about you just as much as I care about Linda. I think it's time for me to move on. All good things do come to an end..." I was very dru nk. Brian took me home. Linda opened the door. Before I passed out, I looked at the two beautiful people in front of me, and asked them to do say goodbye to each other properly without me.

After Brian broke off, for a while I fell in depression. So did Linda. We struggled to re-build our relationship but hopelessly saw us drifting apart. I tried to find someone like Brian but was never able to. And Linda was so burned that she was not entertaining the idea anyways. We eventually divorced. I later re-married and had two kids. I never told my wife about this episode in my previous marriage and never hinted the "demon" buried deep down in me. But just recently, I keep suspecting that my wife is having an affair. There's no reason I should have that suspicion. She is pretty conservative, and has consistently been against extra-marital affairs. Is it me then? Is my "demon" awakening again?

(The end)

The beast within!
Win some...
Lose some...
Few are rained out

alcabin
a very nice story ---- but: how could you possibly post part of it on


the 4th of July????????????????????????????????????????????????????
my profile on:
http://bdsmtest.org/r/YykCkX2S

I already had that part typed out and just posted it. Besides, from where I am, the timestamp is all messed up, not a true reflection of date and time of my posting activities.

Bilgam, you seem a good story teller. Hope to see more of your stories. Are you still in fantasy land or an active practitioner?

I can totally relate to the feelings you wrote about when you said the following. It is definitely how I feel with my wife.

"As for me, while I was fascinated and couldn't get enough of the erotically charged new game orchestrated by myself and carried out so smoothly so far, the inner crisis I was struggling with was far from over. Quietly inside, I was still constantly going through the turmoil of shame, insecurity, self-pity, doubt, guilt... Now that Brian and Linda routinely allowed me to be there while they had sex and tried to include me making the act a "quasi-threesome", I couldn't help finding myself "out of place". I knew that they never NEEDED me there to enjoy each other, and when we three were together, I couldn't help feeling self-conscious and – inadequate. I wasn't sure if I was more pressured by Brian's or by Linda's presence. Yes, Brian's sexual prowess was intimidating but by now I had accepted it as a fact a long while back and I actually secretly considered it an honor watching it play out in the privacy of my bedroom. Linda's presence seemed a more deterring factor as she constantly reminded me of my identity as her husband. In my mind, what kind of husband I was and I would be to her would depend on how I played the game. As a result, I was never able to enjoy our time together as much as the time when Linda was blindfolded, and it never turned into a full-blown threesome either.

By "quasi-threesome", I mean I never felt that I was an "equal" part as Brian and Linda were. I might be holding Linda's hand, kissing her in the mouth or on her boobs while Brian was fucking her, or sucking on her nipples with Brian at the same time in the foreplay..., but I consciously or sub-consciously avoided having Linda taking both Brian's and my cocks at the same time like in a typical threesome video where the gal was sucking one while taking another in her pussy. I took out my cock only when it would seem weird if I did not as it was supposed to be a threesome after all. Often times, I was more involved in the foreplay stage, then voluntarily took more of an assisting role in the fucking, and eventually jerked myself off in sync of Brian's pace. Both Linda and Brian probably thought that that was the way I wanted to play without realizing that I was somehow in an awkward position."

Thanks for sharing your story.

male37slave
There is nothing wrong with being a non fucking partner in your wife's threesome. I'm sure she feels they closeness and love when you are holding her and kissing her as her lover is injecting a humongous load in her cunt. The thought of holding your wife's legs apart and guiding someone's dick into her is one of the most erotic things a husband can do for his wife. So don't feel bad if you wait until after they have finished their orgasms before you reclaim her gushing cunt.

i122,
I don't feel bad as an observer. I mostly feel bad when I try to get involved as I feel that I'm interfering with their pleasure. I simply observe unless they ask/instruct me to do something which gets me involved. Even when it comes to cleaning her, I wait until she tells me to as she may need to catch her breath first. No matter how many orgasms she's had on her lover's cock, the most intense for her is the one she has as I eat her cum filled pussy, and that makes it great for me.