A threesome cuckolding is a fantasy fetish where the husband or male partner gets his female partner to have sex with another male. Whether he participates or not, he watches them have sex. In most cultures, if the husband finds out, he has the right to kill one or both of them and escape. But there are exceptions. It has become a trend, and according to reports, the Google search for “cuckolding” is rapidly rising. A CNN survey found that cuckolding is healthy for marriage and people engaging in the act.

Why would a husband become a cuckold? Human nature is to sleep with multiple partners and have a threesome or more, given a choice. When the woman engages with numerous partners, she wants to convert her fantasies into reality. Yet, she is concerned about morals, religion, and society. I get to sleep with multiple men and enjoy sex without guilt, but what is there in it for him? There are psychological reasons for it and theories about cuckolding.

We have had an erotic sex life throughout our marriage. I am a sensual woman and attract men like metal to a magnet. My husband always gets an instant hard-on around me. We have shared many of my threesome fantasies and have had hot, steamy sex after that.  

Before swinging, I flirted and petted with men without going all the way. Twice or thrice, I almost did, but reasoning got the better of me. After making the guys feel I was available, I withdrew at the last moment. Some of the reasons were that they were not anonymous. We knew them personally. I was afraid of complications.

Given a choice, most women would like to be molested and have sex with many men. Women may be polygamous by nature, so man has dominated them and kept them in wraps. The difference between naming the act as molestation or rape is consent and permission. So, when my husband suggested that I have threesome sex with other men while he watched and then we have sex to relive the events, it sounded like I had won the lottery.

We were having hot sex anyway; there was no danger of things cooling down between us. All kinds of doubts crossed my mind. I resisted for about five years until I decided to plunge into threesome cuckolding. We have been doing it for ten years, and none of my doubts have come true.

I did not jump into threesome cuckolding until my husband offered me a chance to sleep with multiple men. We started with, at first, play-acting that I was sleeping with someone else for a threesome. So, I would name a person I was interested in – someone we know or a stranger who attracted my attention. He would pretend to be that man. A vibrator would be the third person of the threesome.

While we were engaging in threesome sex, I would describe what the man was doing to me. What I was doing to him, and I would cry that man’s name out loud when I moaned or came.  I wanted to find evidence of jealousy or envy in him, but I saw none. I knew that he was serious about me having sex with other men. His argument was if all my senses needed variety, why should my vagina be deprived of a multitude of tongues and cocks? He had a point in that.

We were sure that I would not fuck someone we knew, in our bedroom, in his bedroom or in a motel. We do not have swinger clubs within a 100-mile radius, so we could not attend a club. Will this then remain just a fantasy? How long can fantasies keep the sex hot?

We found a clothes-optional holiday destination in Jamaica. We decided to go there with an open mind and see how it goes. On our first trip, we engaged in lots of public sex between ourselves. We also tried to be as shockingly exhibitionist as possible. People encouraged us, but no one asked for sex. We had a great time and got addicted to naked exhibitionism.  I suspected that most men wanted younger women; I was too old.

On our next trip to Jamaica, I had my first swinging experience. Someone asked me if I was a swinger when we were in the hot tub. He complimented me and said he would do anything to taste my pussy. I turned around, sat on the pool ledge, and rested my legs on his shoulders. He lapped up my pussy like a cat lapping up milk in broad daylight with everyone watching.

The sensation of being licked by a foreign tongue for the first time got me going. As tensions built up, I involuntarily put my hand on his head.  I pushed my pussy against his mouth and gyrated to a loud, moaning orgasm. When I heard loud claps from the watchers, I  blushed, put my head down, and tried to hide from the world. It was a beginning. He asked me if he could penetrate me, but I said no. I couldn’t make up my mind. There was some soft petting with another guy, an oral orgasm, and nothing else during this trip.

My earlier trips had shown me enough to be convinced that I wanted multiple sex partners. I basked in the glory of being complimented, was eager to display my sensuality, and was game to try anything and everything to attract men to me for sex. I wanted to be touched, caressed, kissed, licked, and fucked while my husband watched and sometimes participated.

When I was not ready for it, I felt discarded and unwanted. Now that I was ready, I was a different person, the only woman in town, and all the men wanted me. As soon as I entered the dining hall, I could feel an electric atmosphere where all eyes were looking at me. They wanted to feel and touch and do things for me. My pussy went wet and started to trickle a few juices down my inner thigh.

If you want something, the whole universe will conspire to bring that to you – Paul Coelho. I didn’t have to ask anyone when I decided to go all out – I attracted everyone. They came in swarms to suck honey out of my pussy. My cuckolding life had jump-started. Things didn’t happen until I was in self-doubt, confused, and unconvincing about what I wanted. When things didn’t happen, my self-doubt became worse. Once ready, I had one of the most beautiful sex with my first lover.

I didn’t know him; he did not know me. Out there by the pool, my head in my husband’s lap, my legs over his shoulder, I had the best orgasm of my life. Not because of how good he was; it was all newness. He then hugged me and put my hand on his erect shaft. He put me down on the floor, lay by my side, lifted one leg over his hips, and entered me. My husband made sure that he wore a condom. He was an experienced lover and knew exactly how to please a woman. I don’t know how long he fucked me in that position and made me cry with multiple orgasms.

During those seven days, I had sex with multiple people – each better than the other with gay abandon.  I even had a gang bang session with three other men and my husband taking turns to lick and fuck me. I had become a full swinger, a hot wife, and a cuckolding wife all in one.

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Cuckolding and Polyamory with Mike – A True Story

I believe in polyamory. It is a misconception that a person can love only one person. I love many men and I practice polyamory – we live as husband and wife. No one is jealous or envious of any one. We have clear rules as to who does what. My fist husband has access to all my other husbands and is usually present when I am with any of them. When he is watching me with other husbands, we call it cuckolding. I am the swinger, he is monogamous voyeur. He loves me and loves anything or anyone I love.

I met Mike on my first trip to Hedonism 2. By now our playground Hedonism 3 had closed down. We went with some apprehension and little expectation and were ready to take things as they seemed or happened. Jay had done some research. He found Adult Travel Forum and posted some of my nude pictures in the “New Real Boobs and Butts” thread. It generated an immediate interest – thus far it has recorded 35000 hits. I post my trip dates on the site and get responses that lead to appointments during my visit. We accepted all and fixed appointments for various days. Little did we know that three of them were false and we don’t fix appointments any longer.

We now leave it at, meet us at such and such a place, and we will take it from there. No more fixed appointments before travel. By now I had seen enough of the lifestyle to plunge in head-on. I was ready to live all my fantasies. My sensuality that Jay and I had so diligently honed in the last 30 years attracted many to me. I was not young.  I can tell you now that I was completely wrong about younger females attracting all the men. Follow the main rules of staying sensuous and men and bi women hover over me like bees on a flower.

Mike was possibly one of those who had booked to have a session with me, and remained anonymous. I have never checked with him. We checked into the resort at about 2 pm, had lunch and headed out to the nude pool at about 4.00 p.m. In about 10 minutes, Mike was in front of me, kissing me and molesting me, as if we knew each other for life. It was love at first sight. I felt he was already mine and me his, and therefore he had no reason to ask and could take any liberties with me.

At that time, Mike was 49, about 350 pounds at 6 feet 2 inches, a veteran who works in the government,  was single and in love with anything Asian. A widower, he had married to an Asian and has a daughter and a son. After her death, he did not marry again, instead became a constant Hedo visitor, looking for Asian beauties. He has a rotund belly from all the beer he chugs. His head is as big as my hips. He is bald, his breasts are bigger than my 36-inch boobs. He is not your quintessential lover who brings out the sexual bitch in you. But he did in me. Love has no barriers. I am not married to him, but he is my polyamory second husband. I love him as I love my husband. No jealousies, no competition, no comparison – just love.

That first day, I sat on his big lap, he cradled me like a baby and molested me with his big soft hands. He is not much of a kisser – instead, he made me suckle his breasts like I am his child. The child mother act was still sexually charged as his hands explored my skin from head to toe, I felt the electric charge stir the insides of me, as I got more and more wet with my wet juices overflowing to his massive thighs. By the time, it was seven pm and time for the hot tub to close, he had gently rocked me to sleep in his arms.

He gently kissed my lips, rubbed my feet and woke me up. We went back to our room and didn’t see him again that evening. We met someone else at dinner and took him to our room, for my first other man fuck to start my swinger life. About what went on there – that will be told in another story.

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