As stated in previous posts, I am journalling to share my experience as a stag/cuck over the course of the past decade or so. These are all accurate retellings to the best of my ability. Names have been changed.

Chapter 1: Secret Texts

I was nervous as fuck. The rush of conflicting emotions was intense and almost debilitating. I knew I had to collect myself before approaching this topic with my wife. I didn’t want to lose her.

I sat on this information for a few days, devising the perfect plan to foster a conversation, not a conflict. On the night of, we got ready to eat dinner at our favorite restaurant. During dinner, we both flirted with each other, even getting handsy on the way home. I knew this would have to be the night that I addressed my concerns.

When we got home, I made a couple of cocktails and we sat on the couch. We started to make out, but then I pulled away. I knew that I’d chicken out if I let my dick take over.

“Babe, we need to talk about something,” I uttered with slight hesitation. It was now or never. I was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” She asked with an almost clueless tone.

“So… um… I was doing some work on my computer the other day and a messenger alert from James popped up.”

Her countenance immediately changed. Her pale skin went flush and her eyes looked nervous. She took a swig of her drink and began fiddling with her fingers.

“Did you read it?” she stammered.

Before I could respond, she attempted to assure me, but I could tell she was more concerned that she got caught and would lose me than she was with her actual conversations. This made it somewhat easier.

“Babe, honestly, I’m not mad,” I assured her as I placed my hand on her thigh, “I was hurt and surprised at first. I’m still confused.”

“Confused?”

“Well.. I read everything. I saw the messages and the videos and the pictures. I couldn’t look away.”

“Really?” she asked, somewhere between embarrassment and relief.

“Yeah,” I chuckled a little, “Honestly, it was pretty fucking hot. I didn’t know whether to be upset or horny.”

As I made my admission, my body betrayed me as to which of those emotions won out. 

“I’m guessing the horny won out?” she asked with a relieved and jocular tone.

“Haha yeah, unfortunately.”

“Well, we never met up. Everything was just a messenger conversation while you were out of town for work and I was bored.”

At this point, I knew I had to go for it and lay all my cards on the table.

“Well that’s good. You know, if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be mad about it. It’s obvious from those messages that you two would have a good time. I think as long as I’m not blindsided by things, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Are you serious?” The look on her face was that of a kid being told they can do anything they want.

“Yeah. I mean, as long as I know, it’s not really cheating, especially if you enjoy it. We just have to be open and make some rules. You remember how much of a clusterfuck Mike and Allie’s relationship was because they didn’t have rules.”

*Mike is one of my closest friends. He and his wife, Allie, were in an open relationship.*

“I think we can do that. I’m not even sure that I’ll meet up with him, though. I’m worried there will be drama.”

“Babe, that’s what rules are for.”

For the next hour, between quick little spurts of foreplay, we set some ground rules and boundaries, which we then typed up and kept in the notes apps on our phones. Here are the rules:

1. We don’t fuck friends. If a potential partner becomes a friend, that’s OK, but we don’t make sexual partners out of friends.
2. We have complete honesty. Text conversations are not kept private. Any in-person meets are known about and not secret.
3. No one is to be at the house without both of us present.
4. No romantic relationships. Dates are ok, but any sexual relationship is ended if someone catches feelings.
5. Anything else is open to discussion beforehand.

“So, as long as I follow these rules, I can do whatever, as long as you know?”

“Pretty much, yeah, babe. I just don’t want to be blindsided by anything and I don’t want any of my friends being involved in our business.”

“That’s fair,” she stated. “Now, can we get back to what we were doing?” she asked as she slid her dress up, revealing her pussy.

“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we were open and honest and on the same page with this before we let horny brain get the best of us.”

“I agree. Can I come completely clean without you being mad?”

“Yes, but this is the last time we will have this conversation. In the future, secrets lead to divorce,” I said nervously, curious as to what she had to come clean about.

“Ok. Well, do you remember a few weeks ago when we got super trashed at Mike and Allie’s and I went off with Allie to smoke some weed?”

*This was not an unusual thing, as I did not like smoking weed or being around it at the time.*

“Um… yeah?” 

“Well, Mike was asleep in the bed naked. Allie caught me glancing at his dick and told me to watch while she got him hard and woke him up. I’m not sure what came over me, but I ended up sucking Mike off while Allie filmed it. That’s why we left in a hurry.”

I was hurt and confused all over again. 

“What happened to the video?” I asked, mostly nervous that there was the possibility of someone else seeing my wife sucking off my best friend.

“She sent it to me, but I haven’t watched it. I’m really sorry. I love you so much and I never want to betray you like that again.”

I’m not sure what came over me at that moment. Morbid curiosity, disbelief, being horny. Every emotion in the book came flooding forward.

“Can I see it?” I blurted out almost instinctively.

“I mean, if it would make you feel better, sure. I feel really bad.”

“I forgive you, but I am curious.”

She then pulled out her phone and scrolled up her texts with Allie to find the video, then handed me the phone. It was pretty much exactly as described. 

Mike was standing there, cock fully hard. Off camera, I heard my wife say she kind of wanted it, followed by Allie’s voice telling her to go ahead. My wife then entered the frame, fully nude, and took Mike’s cock into her hand, making a comment about his size. It was pretty big, definitely bigger than mine, but not as big as James. I then saw Mike instinctively slide a finger into her pussy and heard her gasp as she dropped to her knees. She began sucking his cock expertly, paying attention to every bit of his genitals. She kept looking up at him, too, with her big doe eyes. *At this point, I felt my cock throbbing.* As she continued sucking my best friend, I could hear the sound of her fingering herself with her free hand. She never fingered herself while sucking my cock. About 7 minutes in, I heard the familiar voice of my best friend saying he was going to cum, at which point she took every last inch of him down her throat for him to fill her stomach. As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, he pulled it out of her mouth, and told her she did a good job, then the video cut.

I had already been rubbing my now fully erect cock. I went to hand my wife her phone, expecting to see a look of shame or embarrassment on her face. Instead, she was gently rubbing her clit and sliding a finger inside of herself. 

“I guess it was hotter than you remembered?” I jeered.

“Yeah…” she moaned.

I then took this as my opportunity to approach with my own cock. Almost as soon as I felt myself enter her, I was overtaken by intense waves of pleasure, filling her with what seemed like gallons of cum.

“Shit, I didn’t know I was that close,” I said, truly embarrassed.

“It’s ok, I guess, but now you’re gonna have to watch me get off.”

At this point, we went to the bedroom, where I watched her play with her dildos for the next half hour, achieving multiple orgasms and leaving a huge mess on the bed for me to clean up.