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Hey everyone,

I figured it was about time to share what happened last week leading up to my Wife’s Christmas party (you can find the details here on that community page).

To be honest, I’m still not entirely certain if this counted as a true cuckolding experience because I haven’t fully grasped the definition yet. Here’s how it went.

We’d been talking about the idea of my Wife having sex with another man (which is pretty standard, I know). After more discussion and cutting to the chase, we decided to give it a try.

I want to clarify that me and my Wife are completely in love and devoted to each other; this wasn’t just her sneaking off behind my back. However, while we had discussed the possibility of her doing it during her Christmas party away weekend with me locked up at home, we wanted to test the waters in a more controlled setting first.

We talked it through extensively and agreed that she would go out on her own to see if she could attract someone, keeping me updated via text while I waited at home.

So Tuesday evening arrived, and she got ready. About an hour later, my phone buzzed: a guy had offered to buy her a drink. She thought he seemed nice enough and accepted. She also checked in with me to make sure I was still cool with it (I confirmed I was).

The night continued with texts reporting that things were going “as planned” at the pub, along with periodic checks of whether I was okay. Each time, I replied affirmatively.

Later on, she called from the pub restroom (how lovely!) to confirm everything was still good because she felt decisions shouldn’t be made over text messages alone. I told her I was fine and asked how she was doing. She said her heart was pounding like crazy and that she was incredibly turned on, but wanted to know if I was ready for it to proceed. When I confirmed, she decided to invite him back for coffee.

They returned about half an hour later while I waited in the utility room.

There was some light chatter in the kitchen (just a short distance from where I sat). Then she announced she wanted to change clothes and suggested he sit on the sofa nearby. As we had agreed, she popped her head into the utility room with a thumbs-up/thumbs-down gesture; I gave her the green light.

She mouthed “Are you absolutely sure?” and I nodded emphatically, asking if she was. She confirmed yes.

When she came back down, she was wearing a simple but damn sexy blue-and-white striped tennis dress (like an elongated vest). It’s quite short, ending midway up her thigh, and she kept her black heels on.

After a bit more small talk, I heard him say something like “that’s a nice dress.” Her response?

“Thank you. Would you like to see what’s underneath!”

My heart started racing right then when he replied that he certainly would.

From my spot by the patio doors, I had a perfect view of the reflection and watched her remove the dress until she stood there in just her shoes. Then came some necking and breast kissing, after which he took off his trousers and t-shirt so she could feel his cock.

Then “the moment” arrived…

I watched her stand up, turn around, put a condom on him, straddle him, and start riding. I truly can’t describe the feeling; my heart was hammering and my balls felt like they were about to pop at any second.

Here I was, watching my Wife have sex with another man just feet away from me. She had already gotten ready in a sexy outfit, waited for her pull, and brought him home.

They continued for about 15-20 minutes until I heard his loud groan as he came.

They stayed in position for a few minutes before she got up to head to the utility room toilet. She stepped back into view and mouthed “Are you still okay?” I said yes, then asked her how she was feeling. She admitted she was but wanted to get rid of him ASAP!

A short while later, she made her excuses, he left, and I came out for a hug that felt like it lasted forever.

I broke the silence by asking if she was okay after what just happened. She confirmed she was, though I could tell she was waiting for me to reassure her too. I told her I loved her and that I was fine.

We relaxed for a bit while she started rubbing my shorts! I was completely bewildered, not knowing whether I should come or go after witnessing all of this!

Then she asked, “Are we okay for Thursday?” I said there seemed no reason why not, but suggested we discuss it in the morning. She agreed and added with a smile, “You know this doesn’t mean an unlock for you yet!”

To be honest, that hadn’t even crossed my mind.

We chatted again this morning and both agreed last night was a HUGE turning point for us. We plan to discuss it further tonight and make a final decision on Thursday (though I feel we’re ready).

Thursday came around, we set the same ground rules, and off she went for the night.

Long story short, she decided not to engage with anyone else during her trip away. I was totally fine with that; looking back, I admit a bit of relief there too.

She returned on Friday feeling incredibly horny (and long story shortened even further), so now I’m unlocked and we’ve spent the last few days having rampant sex!

We discussed the possibility of another “encounter” and agreed we’re both still comfortable with it, though perhaps not a full night away next time—more like this past week’s arrangement.

It’s such a strange feeling. In short, we are happier and hornier after her sleeping with someone else, and we’ve been very honest about our feelings regarding last week and the future.

We did agree that if either of us had even the slightest hesitation at ANY point, we would stop immediately; the “hesitation card” trumps all others.

So far so good. I don’t know when it will happen again, but I am unlocked and damned happy!

That’s about it for now!