When I was courting my wife, I shared with her that I had a cuckold fantasy. I would tell her how aroused I was by the thought of seeing another man with her. Since she had a past relationship before we met, I would ask her about her experiences with her ex-boyfriend. She was open and would tell me everything about their sexual relationship, which really excited me.
I knew my wife for almost three years before we got married, and our first wife-sharing experience took place two years into our marriage. Back in 2008, there were only a few adult forums available, mainly Craigslist and AdultFriendFinder. We created a couple’s profile on AFF before we were married, but at that time, we were not actively looking for meetings. About a year after our marriage, we returned to AFF and that was when we met our first bull. He was in his early forties, originally from a Mediterranean country, and had been living in Singapore for the past three years.
He would travel to KL occasionally for work-related meetings, and after meeting him a couple of times for dinner and drinks, my wife felt comfortable taking things to the next level. We all got along well and found him to be generous, approachable, and easy to talk to. Wanting to make things smooth, he booked a hotel for us and asked us to check in first since he would only be arriving later that evening. Once he got to KL, he picked us up, and we went out for dinner together before heading back to the hotel.
Earlier, he had made it clear that he did not want any photos or videos taken in the room. Because of that, I do not have any pictures of him, except for a short video of him with my wife in the missionary position. He was caught off guard when he realized I was recording, even though I had filmed from behind. I quickly apologized and explained that it was just for our personal collection, a keepsake of our first wife-sharing experience.
I took on the role of a watcher, as I had told him from the start - I just wanted to observe. Their first session ended before midnight, but the night didn’t end there. We stayed up, enjoying snacks, drinks, and long conversations while I watched him gently caressing my wife on the sofa. It was an incredible sight to take in.
At some point, I must have dozed off about an hour into our drinks. I woke up to the sound of my wife's moans coming from the shower room. The door was slightly open, and from the bed, I could see her standing with her arms resting on the long basin, her legs spread as he took her from behind. I pretended to be asleep as they walked out of the shower room. To this day, I have never told him that I saw what happened between him and my wife in there.
Our friendship lasted for about a year, and we would meet occasionally whenever he was in town. One day, he asked if I would allow my wife to spend the night with him and pick her up the next morning. So I agreed, and the next time he was in town, I drove her to his hotel, watched as she stepped into the lobby, and then went back home alone. While at home, the anticipation and mystery of what was happening behind closed doors gave me a new kind of thrill—something I had never experienced before. It was an exciting and unforgettable feeling.
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(Dropping my wife off at the hotel lobby.)