u/pickledcuckumber

This was something in my notes I never thought I’d be able to share. I exaggerate I mean one of those right time,right place things. The uncovering of my pansexuality isn’t new but the embracing of it is. My curiosity of ENM/Poly isn’t new but our expression of it is. We have been dismissive towards each other’s views on sex and negotiating desires. Our communication has been strengthened from our questioning to understand each other. Over the years our POV on the sex we were having and the sex we wanted diverged. I wanted to be direct and realign them asking for novel sexual experiences together. It evolved into this:

Please excuse the heteronormative, gendered language and the porny labels they were our starting point but our understanding although limited has evolved.

“I’ve been thinking about an idea that turns me on. What if, in a consensual dynamic, I remained locked while I’m with another couple (of any gender/orientation). I would share loving intimacy with a married woman; her husband could watch us together then her husband is denied by her and is instead directed to use me? It blends chastity, control, and a reversal of roles in a non standard way that could be powerful for us. I’d only ever want to explore something like this if everyone involved was truly into it and felt respected and secure. It’s more about the emotional and psychological power play than any sex act.

Summary of Our Dynamic and Potential Exploration

In the dynamic I envision, I remain locked in chastity under your control as my keyholder, fully committed to denial and honoring your authority. While remaining locked, I share loving, consensual intimacy with another married woman. Her husband becomes the cuckold in this arrangement, as she is intimate outside their marriage. Sometimes, he may also dominate me afterward, which adds a consensual power exchange layer he remains the cuckold yet exercises control over me, while I stay submissive and chaste under your guidance.
This dynamic blends chastity play, cuckolding, hotwifing, and consensual non-monogamy with clear roles and boundaries for everyone involved. It requires open communication, enthusiastic consent, and mutual respect to ensure emotional safety and fulfillment.
I want us to explore and negotiate this together, creating a connection that honors your role as my wife and the complexity of involving others. Your feelings and comfort are central to how we move forward.”

My wife isn’t interested in any physical partners we have talked about it for years if that changes she’ll let me know, we will welcome it. I also asked how she would feel if we did this with me out of chastity the next day. Not trying to test the waters but trying to get her to open up. I’ve asked to be pegged for years we have a harness and 3 toys. I’m ashamed and tired of playing with myself in secret. She’s always told me she has 1-2 fantasies and sex is rarely on her mind so I was curious what she might say she wants to see or experience with her not at the center.

Her Response: “Yes, ok I would want to meet them and get to know them a little bit but this gives me less anxiety than having sex with someone.”
“I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. I don’t know. Why would you want to be out?”

I assured her it’s not about being “out” it’s about if a conversation at the minimum if she finds it sexy or not for my penis to be used by other people. We started chastity because I wanted to feel her need my penis like when we first started dating. There was a noticeable sigh of relief after she read this and a rejuvenation of our energy and empathy towards each other. I’m not trying to force a change in my partner I just wanted to feel less freakish and alone with my urges that go against a “traditional” marriage/relationship.

Fictional Fap Fantasy Written by Husband who ignorantly assumes if he got more head; he’d imagine his wife giving head to less people and other insatiable sex acts.

A partially cloudy, partly sunny day breezes by as a couple decides to attend a baseball game with some free tickets.

The pair is driving to the game quietly conversing. Where there once was raging passion and attraction; after years together the relationship has matured into a routine. Work, Eat, Watch Tv, Clean, Sleep, Procedural love making every other week to every two weeks. Over the years the husbands craving for novel sexual experiences has dulled. They’ve bought the toys and done the caging, the key wearing, everything short of a couple thousand dollar sex machine and actually including other people.

Occasionally the wife is asked if she would consider different sex with other people thinking maybe it’s him who doesn’t have enough vigor and stamina. Asking if she would like more freedom and pleasure that they could indulge in together. She usually meets him with, “I’m fine.” and a slight look of discomfort. He can never tell if it’s curiosity or disbelief in the request. He gave up on seriously thinking it would happen to role playing it seriously. For now they’re driving to a game talking about how much money they’re gonna spend and if the wife should drink or not. Today we are Dante & Dylan.

Dylan has flowy blue pants and thin green linen button down over a soft white bandeau. Her busty frame floating in the thin strapless sleeve, breasts trying to find the bottom with every step. As they enter the stadium they realize they were given promo tickets and were supposed to go to the box office to redeem for seats. They notice a bunch of empty tables and bar style seating along the first base towards the outfield and decide they’ll get seats next time.

“Can you get me a cider please?” asks Dylan.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” Dante scans along the way assessing food options to review with his queen upon his return. Cider in hand, Dante returns to a stocked table area and bar full of fans. Dylan’s sweet voice rings out, “I saved you a seat.” as she reaches for her drink with a gimme gimme motion.

Dante squeaks out, “You’re welcome.” When a tall, tan, fit, performance glasses wearing man chimes in, “Cotton mouth or just come from the desert?”
They look at each other nervously as they have become participants in the strangers banter. Dylan stops to put her drink down it’s a hair over half. She did drink a bit. After what sounded like an audible gulp Dylan says, “No just from across town.”

The stranger answered in a slightly apologetic disarming tone that comforted everyone. “The way you looked at the beer with the cutest joy. I thought you loved beer or were really thirsty and I said my dumb thing thinking it was clever.”

“Well I do love cider…” Dylan trails off. The stranger leaps at the chance to smooth over any awkwardness, “Let me buy you another cider it looks like that ones almost done anyway.” A warm smile underneath his mirror visor comes across. It’s just us staring at ourselves in his glasses. Dante is just a bystander able to communicate via glance but unsure of what to say.
Dylan’s mouth and eyes both said, “Yes, please.”

Stranger introduces himself, “I’m Diego” and raises his hand to shake theirs. “Dylan” “Dante” “Cool little coincidence all D names!” Diego says cheerfully as he starts getting up. Dylan inquisitively asks, “Are you going to get my cider?”
“I was on it Mrs.Dylan..” he coyly responds. Dante thinks to himself, “Did he notice her ring when he shook her hand?”

Abruptly a stern “Wait.” comes out of Dylan’s mouth. She looks at Dante with this puppy dog face staring into his eyes telling and asking at the same time. “Let him do it. Dante doesn’t mind he doesn’t care about baseball anyway.”

“That cool boss?” Diego hands over $50 before he’s had a chance to say yes “Come back with $10 please” another command. Being service oriented Dante obliges the request and speaking out loud for the first time since only saying his name requests Diego’s drink order and goes off to retrieve them.

Dante’s thoughts swirling in his mind. “Where’s the closest vendor? Did my wife think he was cute? I couldn’t see his upper face but his jawline was clean. His stature athletic and muscular. He definitely works out his arms as he looks at his hand holding the $50 thinking of the grip he had on him moments ago.”

A stirring in his pants snaps him back to reality. This is a random occurrence it’s too early to get carried away with devious thoughts. He labels the nice stranger as nothing more. As he’s walking back a sexy flash happens he’s left his wife with a man getting them drinks, this is kind of what he always wanted. The fantasy feeling drops from his head to his stomach, “If this really happened would I be ok with it being this guy or any guy?” “Are we ready? Am I?” He settles his mind quickly nothing will happen in the ten minutes you’ve been gone.

The game had started with a roar some minutes ago. Diego has raised his glasses now and it’s a long walk up as they’re focused on each other. Dante’s desire is tested as he sees his wife smiling conversing casually and hears the tail end of her backstory.

As the beer and cider are set down an air shattering smack is heard and the crowd looks up as a fly ball is hit towards the trio. It’s coming in angled and they don’t have the protection of the net. Dante is looking up way to high to notice it’s coming in sideways. Diego stands, reflexively asserts, “Got it.” and catches the ball bare handed. Dylan begins to uncrouch from her chair looks up wide eyed and lays a hand on Diego’s flexed shoulder that’s holding the ball. “Holy shit, thank you.”, she says as Diego begins to sit back in his chair properly. Her hand drifts to his bicep and forearm as he offers her the souvenir. “Something to remember me by..” he says as he begins the slow bare handed transfer of the balls ownership. Dylan’s staring at the ball in shock, Dante blurts out “That could have fucked her up! How’d you do that?” He casually says “I’m actually on the team just out for 8 weeks, took a ball to the head in practice. Nothing serious just precaution.”

Dante reaches out for his hand and offers many thank you’s. Dylan is slamming her cider because she almost got hit in the head with a foul ball. Diego gains control and asks if they would feel safer in some box seats.

“As long as I get another cider we can do anything.”
Respectful yet mischievous Diego smirks at this comment. Dante speaks, “We couldn’t we didn’t even pay for tickets. Are you sure?” The swagger of a confident man oozing off him Diego states, “I have a space for us. We can be friends if yall want or you can just hang out in my box today and never see me again. No worries either way. 9innings of baseball gets rough on your bum in these chairs though.”

“Oh let’s go to the good chairs, we never do anything.” Her semi bratty tone sets off the caring husband alarm in Dante. “I would love to go with you up to the box babe, Diego lead the way.”

As they follow Diego the pair notices his thick thighs and bulbous glutes. It’s not far but staircases make it seem farther. Then comes the elevator ride to a check in desk before being buzzed into the box area. An older lady overdressed for a baseball game sitting there. Diego asks her, “Hey Doris anyone in the teams box?”

“No cutie, they’re all on the field playing and the board members were here last week it’s all to youse three.”

“Thanks my dear. Goodnight if we don’t see ya.”

The couple waves and says goodnight as they excitedly pass through the door. They pass rooms filled with muffled cheering. Corporate names hang over the tinted doorways. Only when someone comes out do you see people staring at their phones and hear the groups yells get louder.

Diego gets the door for them. As they enter the cool air crisps up they’re bodies from the natural warmth of the outside they were just feeling. Little pokies making their location known through the fabric of Dylan’s shirt. It was rich there was plush couches, tvs, snack foods, a small bar liquor bottles with tap alcohol.

“It’s too cold in here, grab me a drink please I’m going outside.” Diego gets the door for Dylan and joins her swiftly leaving Dante alone in the suite. Through the glass he can see she’s taken off her over shirt and put her feet up on a seat. The sun is glowing on them as they begin conversing. They’re sitting next to each other but turn their heads to stare at each other when they talk. It feels intimate even though its innocent. Dante steps outside with the same order as downstairs one beer, one cider. Places them in the cup holders gets a brief thank you and shuffles off to get water for all three. As the water glasses slowly fill Dylan’s legs sweep over the chair and her feet are in Diegos lap. Alarm bells and red alerts begin ringing in Dantes head and a fearful yet arousing sensation tingled his penis.

Time stops as he tries to focus his efforts on getting out the door to the action he’s not scared but curious now, what is happening?

He’s stumbling even though he hasn’t drank and wonders if they can see him vibrating from excited nerves. “Thanks for the water all those stairs got me thirsty and my heels were hurting from my shoes you know how they always bothers me.” An unusually tense voice but steady in her response prompts Dante to acknowledge the situation. “I try to help but my hands get tired. Does it feel good?”

Her head stays rolled back “SO GOOD!” At the same time her hands uncover her calves the flowy pants slide back easily above the knee. “Please do above my ankles and my feet.” The mix of alcohol and pressure taking effect. Comfortably watching his wife melt in the arms of a stranger from one row away Dantes penis jumps to attention. Dylan calls him over unexpectedly and he has to walk over with a hard on bulging for attention. He tries to cover it with his hands but Dylan grabs them interlocks their fingers and kisses Dante drunk on sensation.

Diego, calmly smooth as silk says, “Would you look at that.” Dylan brings her gaze to meet his, curiously with half open eyes because he’s still tenderly crushing her feet, “What is it?” The stares rebound off everyone’s faces towards Dante’s crotch. “Oh yeah he’s wanted to see me massaged forever now. I’ve never thought to give it to him stuff like that but this was so easy I didn’t even think about it.”

“Stuff like what?” He knew he wasn’t asking a question. Dylan turns red and lets out a shy giggle, “Tell him babe, he thinks I’m a HotWife and thinks he’s a cuckold.” She starts his answer for him. “He thinks he finishes fast and isn’t big enough.” Dante feels relief as his wife’s current state of tipsy reveals his sexual inadequacies/fantasies to a stranger.

Diego positive and blunt, “Looks pretty big to see it from here.”

“See babe I told you! Can anyone see us maybe you should show him?”

They’re area was covered by advertisements out of view of other boxes and no fans could obviously see or was looking. The ache to straighten out overcomes the fear of being seen or judged as Dante hesitates a little then willingly pulls out his penis and begins stroking instinctively. They both tell him to stop, Diego always in control “If your hands are in the way we can’t see.”

He thinks, “When did they become a we?” As they inspect from their seats a new game has begun in the middle of the unfinished one.

“It’s a little thick right?” Dylan says proudly.

“I’ll say looks good for the average dick range could be a little longer.” Diego’s words are precise. A snicker from Dylan followed by, “If he pushes really hard he can get there but yeah I know what you mean. Those porn dicks concern me though that can’t be enjoyable both holes stuffed like that..”

“Well that’s extreme. Maybe you should have eased her into it buddy.”, playful disappointment in Diegos voice.

He stares at Dante who’s fixed on his wife’s toes and heels as they’ve been playing footie with a growing bulge. Dante tries to ask, “Ahem how about you can we see?” Diego sensuously asks Dylan, “I know he does but do you?” She gives an eager nod, all eyes on his crotch.

He remains seated and unbelts his form fitting slacks pulls them down to his ankles and teases them with his underwear. “Tell me what you think it’s gonna look like?”

“I could tell it’s big but I thought Dante was big so I really don’t know.”

Dylans words gave his cock a jolt as if it were challenged. Dante was dripping precum all over the box floor. On a screen big dicks look all the same pretty and straight for the camera. In real life the contours and veins are menacing. A base of 3-4 inches jutted straight out as if it was the anchor point for this lumpy protrusion. The other 4-5 inches twisted then flared out at the head. A silence fell over them as reality crept in. Diego curiously asks, “Should we go inside?”

Dylan gets up fast, “Yes please, it’s getting hot out here.” They follow her in pants around their ankles waiting for instruction. She’s sitting on the couch looking at two men with hard dripping cocks out. “Babe will you go down on me and you are so big I’m just gonna hold it in my hands and think about it.”

“You are one sexy woman. Your hands grabbing my dick and balls is a dream.” All of this back and forth had Dante in his head he wasn’t focused on his tongue how he should have been he was distracted. Dylan could tell and asks if they would switch saying the bright side is he would get that head he always wanted.

A minute long suck faded to side kisses and heavy breathing as she was lost in licks from Diego. A few minutes later the pleasurable sighs snowball into rolling groans. “That’s it, right there, faster.” Diego is whipping her clit with his tongue. It’s so long in between lashes he’s tasting her dipping his tongue in between her labia as she’s cumming. In her final wave she clenches her legs around his head as her cum washes over his face. “Please don’t stop.” She’s having a rolling orgasm, Dante’s seen it before but for him to get one first try was awe inspiring.

Dante begins stroking unsure of his place in this situation. From below his wife’s waist he hears a muffled “Uh uh. Don’t do that yet wait for me.” with a raised finger shaking no. A willing Dante stops kisses and caresses his wife.

Dylan is humming with sexual energy as she unfurls from the couch and presents her dripping pussy in standing doggy. “I cant wait anymore someone fuck me.”

Diego offers “We have magnums up here if you want one?”

“I don’t think I’ll fit..” Dante replies unsure but is able to muster up the strength for one question. “Can you please fuck my wife?”

Diego rolls the condom on and witnesses a loving husband and wife kissing and proclaiming their love. He hears Dante say thank you to her as he steps up to Dylan’s ass waving in the air as he slaps it playfully hard enough to hear a smack and turn red but not hurt. She lets out a gasp of approval. He’s standing there teasing her. Plopping his cock on her ass, flicking her clit until she can’t take it anymore grabs it and guides him in.

Her face scrambles from the insertion as he begins slow long stroking it melts her into a state of fulfilling relaxation, “Oh fuck.” Repeatedly coming out of their mouths. “Thats it, don’t stop, fuck! It’s big.” Over and over again until her second orgasm peaks in minutes. “Oh fuck I’m cumming again!”

Diego now feels no resistance and ramps up his thrusts til all you can hear is rhythmic slapping and whines of impending orgasm from both parties. A guttural groan begins to build deep in Diego. Dylan cums a moment before Diego does a high pitched “Oh” then collapse. Sweat is beading up on his skin as he begins to release he grunts with every spurt seemingly trying to push his way through the condom and the wife. When he pulls out the condom looks tired and is filled to the brim. He nods at Dante motions for him to come over. Diego puts his arm around him and says, “Let’s go ahead and finish on her ass.”
“Together? Your gonna cum again?” Dante questions.

Diego throws his arm around his shoulder, “Oh yeah, you haven’t cum yet don’t want you to do it alone.”
He keeps his arm around Dantes shoulder and uses long even strokes on himself. Dylan reaches back and Dante trembles as she puts her fingertips on his thigh. Encouraging words follow, “Come on baby, cum for me.” Dante pumps furiously he’s dripping cum at this point and within 35 seconds he gets full orgasmic release. Seconds later Diego groans and cums a whole lot, an equal if not more amount. He slaps her ass in an upward swipe to avoid the cum they just unloaded on her cheeks. “That was the sexiest fuck I ever had. Thank you so much.” He closes his eyes and sits down next to Dylan as his erection slowly powers down.

She is relaxed into a kneeling position resting her head on the top of the couch cushions. Dick gripped hard in hand, Dante gathers her hair up with his free hand and takes in her serene beauty for a moment. Bliss doesn’t even begin to describe the state of perfection she’s in.

Dante feeds off Dylan’s silence and holds her quietly asking, “Are you okay?” She looks up eyes closed but smiling, “I feel so fucking good. When’s the next game?”

9inches and 9 innings later they’re more in love then ever.

They kiss.

Fin

We use condoms for sex and used to get them for free from university. We used to buy bulk packs together because we fucked a lot(long honeymoon phase). I used to like to cum 2-3 times during sex but it’s not like I’m making a scene it’s more like the shows starting then ends after the introduction credits.

Something we do and did before caging:

We’ll get home from the store and be putting things away…

Or

If wife decided to get a bottle of Rosé after work…

Or

I’ll watch my wife use the vibrator or have just given her oral…

We both look at each other smile playfully and say,

“Ah I/We forgot to buy condoms”

There’s nothing more humbling than realizing your wife doesn’t think about your penis as much as you think she does.

My orgasm denial/cuckold/chastity/pussyfree interest started when we would run out of condoms then introduced toys. Over time the moments after realizing I’m not having sex became erotically charging. I noticed I’d be harder, longer very ironically because it wasn’t going inside. Then came the long sensation of using her hands. Normally it’s guilt I feel for temporary pleasure offered but now it was connective and satisfying.

Writing this I can’t help but think did I prime my wife for the sex life we have now? I always went down on her first, her orgasm made me hard to even have sex. Then it was only as satisfying as offering my wife a microwave meal for dinner. Yeah she was eating in less then five minutes but was she even full?

Did she forget what a long, hard satisfying fuck can feel like or am I imagining that for her?

We use condoms for sex and used to get them for free from university. We used to buy bulk packs together because we fucked a lot(long honeymoon phase). I used to like to cum 2-3 times during sex but it’s not like I’m making a scene it’s more like the shows starting then ends after the introduction credits.

Something we do and did before caging:

We’ll get home from the store and be putting things away…

Or

If wife decided to get a bottle of Rosé after work…

Or

I’ll watch my wife use the vibrator or have just given her oral…

We both look at each other smile playfully and say,

“Ah I/We forgot to buy condoms”

There’s nothing more humbling then realizing your wife doesn’t think about your penis as much as you think she does.

My orgasm denial/pussyfree/cuckold interest started when we would run out of condoms then introduced toys. Over time the moments after realizing I’m not having sex became erotically charging. I noticed I’d be harder, longer very ironically because it wasn’t going inside. Then came the long sensation of using her hands. Normally it’s guilt I feel for temporary pleasure offered but now it was connective and satisfying.

Writing this I can’t help but think did I prime my wife for the sex life we have now? I always went down on her first, her orgasm made me hard to even have sex. Then it was only as satisfying as offering my wife a microwave meal for dinner. Yeah she was eating in less then five minutes but was she even full?

Did she forget what a long, hard satisfying fuck can feel like or am I imagining that for her?

We use condoms for sex and used to get them for free from university. We used to buy bulk packs together because we fucked a lot(long honeymoon phase). I used to like to cum 2-3 times during sex but it’s not like I’m making a scene it’s more like the shows starting then ends after the introduction credits.

Something we do and did before caging:

We’ll get home from the store and be putting things away…

Or

If wife decided to get a bottle of Rosé after work…

Or

I’ll watch my wife use the vibrator or have just given her oral…

We both look at each other smile playfully and say,

“Ah I/We forgot to buy condoms”

There’s nothing more humbling then realizing your wife doesn’t think about your penis as much as you think she does.

My orgasm denial/pussyfree/cuckold interest started when we would run out of condoms then introduced toys. Over time the moments after realizing I’m not having sex became erotically charging. I noticed I’d be harder, longer very ironically because it wasn’t going inside. Then came the long sensation of using her hands. Normally it’s guilt I feel for temporary pleasure offered but now it was connective and satisfying.

Writing this I can’t help but think did I prime my wife for the sex life we have now? I always went down on her first, her orgasm made me hard to even have sex. Then it was only as satisfying as offering my wife a microwave meal for dinner. Yeah she was eating in less then five minutes but was she even full?

Did she forget what a long, hard satisfying fuck can feel like or am I imagining that for her?

We use condoms for sex and used to get them for free from university. We used to buy bulk packs together because we fucked a lot(long honeymoon phase). I used to like to cum 2-3 times during sex but it’s not like I’m making a scene it’s more like the shows starting then ends after the introduction credits.

Something we do and did before caging:

We’ll get home from the store and be putting things away…

Or

If wife decided to get a bottle of Rosé after work…

Or

I’ll watch my wife use the vibrator or have just given her oral…

We both look at each other smile playfully and say,

“Ah I/We forgot to buy condoms”

There’s nothing more humbling then realizing your wife doesn’t think about your penis as much as you think she does.

My orgasm denial/pussyfree/cuckold interest started when we would run out of condoms then introduced toys. Over time the moments after realizing I’m not having sex became erotically charging. I noticed I’d be harder, longer very ironically because it wasn’t going inside. Then came the long sensation of using her hands. Normally it’s guilt I feel for temporary pleasure offered but now it was connective and satisfying.

Writing this I can’t help but think did I prime my wife for the sex life we have now? I always went down on her first, her orgasm made me hard to even have sex. Then it was only as satisfying as offering my wife a microwave meal for dinner. Yeah she was eating in less then five minutes but was she even full?

Did she forget what a long, hard satisfying fuck can feel like or am I imagining that for her?