A Bermuda Triangle...

I find a lot of stuff on this site to be pretty darned unrealistic - if not downright off-putting. But I don't want to criticise others: each to his own.

Its just that I have found that the true pleasure of being cuckolded requires the courage to plunge in and not hold back - even at the cost of a possible marital breakup (perhaps that risk is necessary if one is to experience the most intense cuckoldry pleasure). My wife Karen and I explored the swinging scene a bit, but she was never very interested in any of the partners she met through that scene and our involvement tailed off for a while. I kept fantasizing with her during sex about her taking a lover, though, and I think the idea slowly started to catch on. Eventually she started mentioning a guy called Rob that she had met through her work (he worked in a firm that dealt with her company on quite a frequent basis). She admitted to finding him extremely attractive - more so than anyone she could recall meeting (with the exception of me, I kind of hoped, but she didn't qualify the statement).

When, however, I suggested she might like to have a fling with him, she made it clear that she was not interested in the kind of sexual contact that we were familiar with in swinging. She insisted that the only way she was interested in sex with another guy was through a dating relationship, as though she were single. In other words, she wanted to work up to sex with all the trimmings laid on beforehand.

I thought about this pretty hard for a while, but eventually decided that you only live (or die) once. And the temptation to agree was enormous: I found it INTENSELY exciting. So I gave Karen the go-ahead to meet Rob as, when, and how she liked.

They started out by meeting casually for takes after work, on the pretence of discussing business, and soon graduated to dinner - which ended up before long in his bed at his apartment. He knew she was married, of course, and Karen explained quite early on that she and I had an "open marriage" and allowed each other to enjoy ourselves with others as we pleased (not quite true, but he got the idea...).

They have now been making love for several months and Karen is, not to put too fine a point on it, passionately in love with Rob - at least, in a physical sense. Neither of them appear to want to rock a rather comfortable little boat by raising the spectre of marriage breakup, but I guess there are no guarantees in the long run. I think what keeps this arrangement stable is that Karen and I have a pretty satisfactory relationship in most respects, and it would not be to anyone's advantage to break this up. She is also pretty level-headed and is the kind of woman who can entertain the idea of a fling or affair with another guy without confusing it with the need to live with him into old age.

For now, however, I am faced with the simultaneously wildly exciting and quite devastating knowledge that my wife's sexuality belongs to another man - that she reaches her peaks of sheer pleasure and emotional satisfaction in another man's bed. This is made more extreme by the simple, undeniable, fact that he is bigger and stronger than me, and has a thicker, larger, harder, and hairier sex organ - which she worships more than anything she has ever known. I am quite serious: Karen is, by her own admission and my (covert) observation, utterly obsessed by this man's penis. It sounds a bit grubby in the light of day, but she completely adores his cock and will do anything for him to ensure its pleasure and satisfaction. She actually says that she has fallen in love with his penis (rather than with him, although she doesn't actually make that distinction herself).

She still permits me to have sex with her when I need to, but she certainly doesn't encourage it. When we do it, she lies there rather passively until I am finished - it's not hard to guess what she is thinking as I pump my seed into her body.

The fact is that her secret woman's cleft from the top of her Mount of Venus, right round to its termination near the small of her back, is Rob's territory now. He kisses and teases and tickles and explores the pleasures centres in this cleft until she comes with heartfelt cries, and then slams his thick manhood deep into the cleft until she orgasms again in his arms (they don't think I know what they do, but I have become expert at covert observation. I am quite often able to watch and listen to them, even though they think I am either out or arelax in another room. How little they understand of a cuckold's pleasure...).

I don't know how long this situation will last, or what the final wash-up will be, but it is hard to care in the context of the extraordinary pleasure that, in different ways, it brings to all three of us in this (Bermuda?) triangle.

Colin