Since we decided to act on this fantasy, we’ve learned to accept different forms of the dynamic between us and the third guy. From the beginning, it was difficult to find that “ideal man” who would fully understand and agree with our situation. Many men enjoy the thrill of being with another man’s woman, wining over her boyfriend/husband, the power of fucking and owning her even if it is for just one night. But very few are comfortable knowing that the other partner is aware of it — and not just aware but enjoying it. And then, on top of that, you must add the willingness to let the ‘husband’ be present only to watch how he fucks his wife while he jerks his cock. My wife also told me she wouldn’t feel comfortable at first if I were in the same room, simply watching, so I had to adapt. I decided to accept things however they happened; in whatever way they unfolded. What mattered to me was to watcher get fucked by someone else so that we could finally experience what had existed only as a fantasy in my head for years.
Over time, we have lived through many different situations. Usually, when she travels for work, she uses dating apps to meet people. If the connection is right, she invites him to her hotel room to have sex. During those nights, she sends me a few messages as updates of how things are going and if she is actually going to fuck the guy. Later, when it’s all over, she calls or texts me to tell me every detail. We’ve also had a few threesomes that let me get closer to my original fantasy of seeing her fuck with another man. It’s in these situations that I get to be part of something more inside the small connection that usually forms only between my girlfriend and the other guy. I’m no longer just the one waiting for stories afterward; I’m part of the interaction, part of the chemistry. What’s been surprising is how natural these encounters have felt. Every guy we’ve met has been really nice and cool, conversations flowed easily, the energy between the three of us felt right, and the connection outside the bedroom made the moments inside even more powerful.
After all these experiences — which, unfortunately, could only happen once or twice since they took place while we were travelling, I started to wonder: why couldn’t we have something like this with someone we see more often? And that’s the fantasy! The ideal man, someone who could be my wife’s best lover and my friend at the same time.
It would be incredible to have that kind of dynamic whenever we wanted — the three of us together, for dinner, have some drinks and then coming back home to take turns fucking her. They would also go out on their own, have dates whenever they wanted, and be as intimate as they pleased, while I’d only receive pictures or videos of them fucking at his place or ours it wouldn’t matter. I imagine my friend and I going out for drinks, and plan to go back to my place together to surprise my girlfriend, we would flip a coin to decide who fucks her pussy first while the other fucks her mouth, I would probably take a break to watch them enjoy themselves. Sometimes I’d come home late at night and find their clothes scattered around the place, the sounds of her moaning would take me to our bedroom where I would see her riding his cock looking beautiful and I would just stand there and watch him filling her with his cum, and when she gets off of him lays down on the bed I would get between her legs to clean her freshly used pussy. He would stay and sleep with her because of course he got there first and he’s probably not done with her yet. He could have her whenever he wanted.
I imagine the three of us getting ready to go out, deciding who will be her “boyfriend” for the night — the one who gets to act close with her in public. I’d love that dynamic, watching them from across the table as they kiss, hold hands, or dance together in a club. Sometimes I imagine teasing the people around us — like kissing her when he goes to the restroom, or the other way around when it’s my turn to be the “boyfriend” of the night. People might look at us and whisper: “Wait, isn’t her boyfriend the one who just left?” or “She’s cheating on him with his friend.” That would make it all even more thrilling.
I guess this kind of fantasy leans closer to polyamory, but I don’t really care. It sounds exciting.
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