As much as I write about “hotwife” and “cuckold” fantasies and games, the way these things have played out in my life tend to veer in a slightly different direction. I’ve written about them over the years, and on occasion, I’ve tried to be more honest about it, but recently it’s been easier to stick to the script that sells.
My first big threesome (other than sloppy kisses and a little making out) was with an ex-girlfriend and a college buddy. And we tied her to the couch in my mother’s living room, stripped her naked, sucked each other off in front of her face just barely out of her each, and then took turns fucking her and calling her filthy names. In other words, it was a lovely afternoon between friends, and we all had a good time.
Later, towards the end of my college career, I had a similar experience with a then-current girlfriend. I’ve written about it more than once, but essentially I noticed her flirting with a friend of mine, got a little jealous, and asked if they just all wanted to fuck one afternoon. They agreed, he came over, I stripped her naked in front of him, she sucked his cock, and once again, we all ended fucking on the bed and calling her filthy names.
The consistency in these two scenes, plus ones that came later, was that I was still in control. The fantasy was more about making something happen than watching something happen. It was more about me creating a safe place (at least most of the time) to let her feel slutty and wanted while also getting to offer her to someone else.
All while still maintaining some semblance of power. Or at least a feeling that I was intricately involved in what was happening, which is often the opposite of how things go in a more traditional hotwife tale.
But these things are complicated and never all that clear. And just because I enter from one direction doesn’t mean I leave the same way. Was my desire to be in control a front for something else, or was I simply diving into my turn-ons and embracing them wholeheartedly? Did I need to be in charge or did I enjoy it?
All of this got me thinking about another night a while back that most certainly didn’t happen. And it most certainly didn’t happen like this:
We were out for drinks with a guy my girlfriend used to fuck. They never dated per se, but they were friends and hooked up on occasion, and the three of us all got along even if we had never played together. As we drank and flirted, one thing led to another, and we finally agreed that it would be best to move to my apartment before we got thrown out of the bar.
“What are we going to do?” Claire asked as we fell into my bedroom. Mark looked at me and shrugged, and I realized that when you’re in a room with three switches, two of which tend to bottom, someone has to take charge or you’ll end up falling asleep before anything fun happens.
“I have a couple of ideas,” I said, standing behind her as she faced him. I motioned for him to sit on the bed, and he didn’t hesitate. A million thoughts went through my head, but I honed in on the one that felt as familiar as it did hot.
“I’m game for anything,” Mark said, which everyone knew and was one of the big reasons we all loved him so much.
“I thought I might undress you, call you filthy names, and make you suck his cock before we both fuck you. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like you love me,” Claire said, turning and kissing me.
Mark nodded eagerly as he looked up at my girlfriend, and that was the extent of our negotiation. I lifted her shirt over her head as he touched himself through his jeans, and somehow I managed to take my time. I played with her breasts through her bra, undid her shorts, and slipped one hand into them without exposing her while she moaned and kissed me as he watched.
When I undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, he sighed even though he had seen her naked a dozen times, and as she shimmied out of her tight pants, I pulled her shoulders back and told him to take it out.
Claire and I watched as he pulled off his shirt and then released his thick cock to his waiting hand. He slowly stroked himself, growing harder with each second as I stood with my hand in her panties and two fingers inside her.
“That is so fucking hot,” he said, looking up.
“I was going to say the same thing,” Claire said, looking down.
“Are you going to be a good little slut and suck it for me?” I asked, my free hand on her throat. “Are you going to show him how much you’ve learned and beg for it?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she struggled to move forward. I held her back as she licked her lips, and he wiggled lower on the bed, his hand moving slowly and rhythmically. “I promise I’ll be good. Just let me taste it, please!”
“Do you think she deserves it?” I asked Mark as I let her knees fall onto the bed while still holding her upright. “Does she deserve that cock of yours?”
“I guess it depends,” he said, leaning into her kinks quickly. “Has she gotten any better at it?”
“Well, babygirl?” I asked, squeezing her tightly as she struggled to reach him.
“Yes, I promise!” she squealed. “I’ve been practicing so much. I’ll do it good; I promise I will.”
I finally let her lean forward, and she instantly took him down her throat as she gripped him with one hand and steadied herself with the other. I held her hair back as he moaned, and she gagged, but if there’s one thing Claire knows how to do, it’s take a big cock in her mouth like a champ. She came up for air and went right back again, sucking him furiously as I slid her panties down and pushed two fingers into her soaking wet cunt.
“Oh fuck, she is good at that,” Mark said. “I almost forgot.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Let’s pretend I did,” he said, taking her by the hair and fucking her throat harder. I had my clothes off quickly, and as she let him use her mouth, I rubbed against her, teasing her with my cock before fucking her until she rocked back and forth between us.
It was beautiful to watch, and she was lost and happy. But, of course, I needed to push further, and the thought came to me in a delicious flash of inspiration.
“It’s his turn now, baby girl,” I said, pulling out of her. “Why don’t you let Mark see if your pussy is as tight as your throat.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned eloquently as she moved up. She took him in hand as she straddled him, and both of them looked to me for direction.
“You’ve come in her before, right?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know the answer. She turned and blushed at me as if I didn’t know her, and he shrugged and nodded at the same time.
“Good, because I think it’s time Mark got a little treat.”
The hint of confusion that passed through both of their expressions vanished as I helped guide her onto him and him into her. She lowered herself slowly as I held him in one hand until he was entirely inside her. Both of them moaned their pleasure, and for a brief second, that old flash of jealousy tore through me.
It was just the push I needed, though, and I held onto it tightly. Pulling her hair to one side, I leaned in and began to whisper in her ear.
“You’re such a filthy girl letting us both fuck you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, riding him faster as I held her.
“You sucked his cock, and now you’re fucking him because you can’t get enough, isn’t that right?”
“It’s never enough,” She moaned, closing her eyes and losing herself in our desires.
“You’re going to let him come in you, babygirl, and then he’s going to get a surprise.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned again, this time in unison with Mark, who gripped her by the ass and thrust up into her. I kissed her neck as I knelt behind her, and finally, she leaned forward so they could kiss as she clenched around him.
“The second he comes, you’re going to move up, baby girl, do you understand?”
“Oh god, yes,” Mark moaned, understanding what was next. “That’s so hot. Make me do it.”
“It’s only fair, considering I’m letting you fuck my girlfriend isn’t it?”
He nodded as his entire body tensed. Claire kissed him hard as they fucked, and within seconds he began to come, unable to hold back as he realized what he had to do. I let them go until I couldn’t stand it any longer, and then I pushed her up as I followed behind until she straddled his mouth.
Just as Mark parted his lips to taste his come, I thrust into her, making a mess of them both. He licked her as I fucked her, and the three of us let out primal moans with three different meanings.
“Such a good boy, cleaning up the mess you made,” I said, fucking her faster as I felt his come all around me. It was both beautiful and overly graphic to watch, so I leaned over her as we fucked, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“You’re going to take mine too,” I growled as Claire braced herself on the headboard. “I’m going to come in your slutty little cunt, and he’s going to swallow it, isn’t that right?”
Both of them cried out, Mark struggling to hold her above him as he licked her clit, and Claire begging for me to come as she began to clench around me, giving way to her own orgasm. I listened to him drowning beneath us and her aching voice, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
Some part of me wanted to get back at him in a petty way. Except he was right where he wanted to be, so what did my small revenge matter? But ass we both came, and he struggled beneath her, I held onto my vindictive urges and pushed her down onto him.
Claire cried out as I kissed her back and neck, and Mark opened his mouth around me when I pulled out of her, licking my cock clean and sending a shiver through my whole body. I thrust once into his mouth and then pulled back, too sensitive to take any more. She rolled off him after a few more seconds of feeling his tongue inside her, and I collapsed on her far side.
“Fuck, that was hot!” Mark said, sitting up and facing us. “Jesus, I’ve never done that before, but it was so good.”
“Are you okay?” I asked Claire, who snuggled up against me.
“I think I’m better than okay. Fuck, you two were not gentle. That was just what I needed.”
I lay back and tried to let it go. They were right, it was hot, and it was exactly what I had wanted. But underneath it, there was some small voice telling me I had other motivations than the ones I wanted to admit.
“Should we open a bottle of wine or order donuts?” I asked.
“Both?” Claire said before nodding. “Definitely both.”
As I got up to find the corkscrew, I looked at them smiling on the bed together, and my heart skipped a beat. Because after the name-calling, the hand on the throat, and the drowning, we were three happy people playing a silly game.
It was beautiful in some ways, messy in others, and it brought up emotions I didn’t especially welcome. I wondered for a moment if I would have preferred to be in his place and if that made me stronger or weaker. All the cultural baggage and toxic masculinity telling me it was sad and pathetic that I let my girlfriend fuck another man tried to rear its head, and on occasion, I let it in.
But I had been the one in control, right? Didn’t that make it a different animal?
I knew the noise was just noise and that I shouldn’t have to answer it, let alone listen to it. And I mostly let it go and reminded myself that we all got what we wanted, and it had been hot and a little scary in the best way possible.
Looking back now, I can forgive myself for the doubt and the confusion. Going against the grain, especially when it comes to sex, comes with challenges that are often not as visible as I’d like them to be, and kindness is vital—both for my partners and myself.
And right now, in the early morning hours, I find that I’m as full of compassion as anything else. My mind rests with ease on memories that hold multitudes, and my body is soft and forgiving.
And, my god, was that a fun night.