My Husband Wanted To Catch Me In Bed With Someone Else, So We Made It Happen

There is nothing better or more sexy than when a couple is completely in sync with each other in the bedroom. They don't just share common interests in their pastimes and movies, for example — they like all the same things in bed. This is when a relationship is on another level completely. This is when it's at its best. In terms of cuckolding, couples like to see their partner having sex with someone else. It turns them on like nothing else. In fact, it's common enough that I personally experienced this. Keep reading to learn more about when my husband wanted to catch me in bed with someone else, so we made it happen.

Devoted. To preface, I love my husband. We couldn’t be more perfect for each other. We’re also incredibly satisfied with one another. Never once have I felt like I needed more, and assuming he’s as honest as I know he is, he hasn’t either.

Something new. That being said, we’re adventurous. We’ve always tried new things (i.e. attending a sex party, hosting a threesome, etc.), and we never saw any reason to tame ourselves. We’re young. We’re living. So, eventually, it got to the point where we wanted to try something new. That’s when my husband mentioned his secret fantasy.

Someone new. To be honest, I thought we were going to have the kind of talk that I feel like I’ve read about countless times over the past couple years. I thought he was going to bring up an open relationship. But he didn’t. He brought up (though he didn’t refer to it as this) cuckolding. He me to have sex with someone else, and he wanted to watch.

Fantasizing. After he explained to me how serious he was about all of this, I made sure to be as supportive as I’ve always been. To be perfectly honest, as much as the fantasy may have played in my head from time to time, I’ve never actually wanted to sleep with anyone else. I couldn’t have been more content.

Why not… Fast-forwarding past the pointless details, we finally reach the point where A) this is happening, and B) we need to actually plan this. So that’s exactly what we did. It became just another sexual escapade in our less-than-ordinary repertoire.

Logging in. To start things off, we download Grindr. Because, as gay men looking for a quick hookup, it’s like those Geico commercials — it’s what you do. Now, all we had to do was find someone who was game (which wasn’t difficult at all).

The perfect catch. After a couple of guys who weren’t totally comfortable with the setup (to each his own), we landed on a guy who found this to be right up his fantasy aisle. We explained the situation to him (which sounds so official, considering what we were planning on doing), and it was easy as that. He’d be showing up that evening.

The plan. The setup felt weird, to be honest. First of all, my husband obviously had to be home. That was his fantasy — to not only watch us, but to catch us in the act. So, this guy we found (who’ll remain unnamed, obviously), would show up as though it was any other hookup.

The meetup. When he showed up, I’m not going to lie — I was nervous. This is all felt weird. It helped that he was handsome as hell, but I had butterflies and second guessed everything and had a mini panic attack in the millisecond after opening the door and saying, “Hi.”

Foreplay. We started things off with a shower. Again, per my husband’s “schedule.” This was his fantasy, after all, so who was I to argue (*wink face*). From there, we definitely got to know each other, and that was when we took things into the bedroom.

Main course. After drying off (and having sucked each other off a great deal in the bathroom), we headed into the bedroom. In all honesty, I was getting nervous. I know the plan was to get caught, but it was still nerve-wracking. It felt like genuine cheating.

Getting caught. Eventually, things got heavy. And by that, I mean he was deep inside of me. And it was hot. Hotter than I was expecting. Though the nerves were there about being caught, the butterflies were gone. I’m not going to lie and say that getting pounded by this handsome stranger wasn’t turning me on. And that’s when my husband walked in.

Gawking. I heard the door open, so I glanced over. I saw him walk in. I saw him staring. He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t say hi. He just watched. But I knew that face. I knew well. He was enjoying every second of this.

Joining. My husband watched for a while, and once he entered into the picture, time moved slow. I was being f*cked. By someone else. Being watched. This has never happened to me before. But everything became a lot less stressful when I turned and saw that my husband was stripping down, and by the time he had his c*ck in front of my face, ready for me to suck it, everything was better.

Cuckolding. It’s been a few months since this all happened, and as of now, we haven’t planned anything similar. But he has brought it up. So, I think it’s safe to say that cuckolding is something I should be expecting to indulge in somewhere down the road. Poor me, right?