The first time we met, your husband set some ground rules. He enjoyed the idea of sharing you, but he had been understandably touchy about handing his wife over to another guy - even for a night. So before anything happened, we all sat down together in the hotel room - fully clothed, so as not to distract anybody from the seriousness of the discussion.

1. No bareback, no creampies. This was the first and foremost rule - a condom would be used at all times. Perfectly understandable.

2. No kissing. That was something that he preferred to keep sacred for the two of you. Something about sharing your body, but not your heart. No pet names, either.

3. No meetups without him in the room. That made sense, right? The whole point of this kink was letting him watch. This also extended to dating or just hanging out - you and I were not to have any contact without him present.

4. No private texting. This one, I thought, was basically an extension of Rule 3, but he insisted on making it separate. We had a group chat with the three of us on burner Telegram accounts, and that was the only way we would communicate.

5. No photos. Understandably concerned with your privacy, your husband decreed he would be the only one allowed to photograph or video the act. I would leave with nothing but a memory and thoroughly drained balls to remind me of our time together.

6. No comparing. Some cuckolds enjoyed being degraded and put down, but your husband had no interest in that.

Smiling and nodding, I agreed readily to all of his conditions. He was a bit nervous about being perceived as possessive, but none of them were unreasonable. Plus the way you were eyeing me up across the table, shifting subtly in your seat as your gaze flicked between my strong-jawed, clean-shaven face, my broad shoulders, my large hands, and my innocuously denim-clad crotch, made me likely to agree to damn near anything. You were so much more attractive in person, wearing a simple sundress that showed an awful lot of skin, and with your hair and makeup done to the nines. I knew you’d made an effort for your husband’s sake, but I couldn’t help but feel honoured - as if you’d done it for me. I returned your sly smile, aiming it at both of you as I shook hands on the deal.

A little over an hour and a half later, the deed was done. Naked and sweaty, grunting with exertion, I wrenched my condom-wrapped cock out of your dripping, needy slit and whipped off the rubber. Giving it one last, final stroke, I let out a low groan as my third orgasm of the evening burst forth, a remarkable quantity of thick, sticky white seed splattering across your lower abdomen, the arc reaching all the way up to your breasts, where the faint glazing of my earlier ejaculation still glimmered as it clung to your shapely curves.

Gasping and trembling, you gazed up at me with a wide, woozy smile, legs still spread wide as you traced circles on your messy stomach with a lazy finger. “Wow…” you murmured, biting your lip as those fuck-me eyes beckoned me back in. “You got any more in there?”

“I-I don’t think he does! Let’s call it a night, huh?”

I blinked as I turned, glancing over at where your husband had just started from his chair, hand outstretched as if grasping at something out of reach. I’d almost forgotten he was there. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. “It’s cool, dude,” I said easily, indicating my still-hard dick. “I gotta make sure I finish her off too, right?” In truth, I’d felt you clamp down around me and cum explosively at least three or four times throughout the evening, to say nothing of the ‘preliminary’ orgasm I’d brought you to with my tongue before starting, but I’d spent the last half an hour slowly, carefully building you up towards the earth-shattering, eye-rolling climax I could tell you craved.

However, your husband had other ideas. “No need for that!” he said hurriedly. “I’ll finish the job myself.”

“Ah.” I see. You’re one of those. Graciously, I nodded and stepped away. I was disappointed, of course, but you were his wife, and those were his rules. “She’s all yours,” I said with a wink, chuckling a little at the irony of handing a man’s own wife back over to him so kindly. “I’ll hit the shower if you want some privacy.”

“No need! We’ll finish at home!” he said a little too quickly. “Honey, you shower first.”

“...Sure thing, baby.” I thought that I caught a flash of disappointment in your eyes as you nodded, still trembling a little when you stood. Gathering up your discarded sundress and purse, you stumbled towards the ensuite bathroom, and a quiet creak heralded the sound of running water as the door closed.

Left alone with your husband, I thought it seemed only fair to toss a robe on and try to engage in some small talk. I wasn’t sure if ‘Wow, your wife was a great fuck’ would be leaning on Rule 6 - or indeed, his generally antsy mental state - so I opted for football, a much safer topic.

For whatever reason, he didn’t engage very much.

About fifteen minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom looking considerably refreshed, if a little flushed. “Thanks for tonight,” you said, smiling prettily as you shook my hand. You began to lean in for a cheek kiss, but paused and pulled away as if suddenly remembering the rules. “That was the first time I’ve ever done that, but you made me feel so comfortable. We’ll be in touch for another session for sure.”

“Maybe!” your husband cut in as he took you by the waist, steering you towards the door without further ado. I couldn’t blame him, honestly. After watching you getting railed for over an hour, I’d be in a hurry to get you home and fuck you, too.

But as my role in the game was done, I simply waved you off with a smile. “Thank you both for a lovely evening. Drive safe!”

As the door clicked shut behind you, I turned to take my turn in the shower. Flicking the light on in the poorly-ventilated, steamy room, I paused as something caught my eye on the mirror behind the door.

A phone number, written in lipstick.

My lips curled into a smile. “Naughty girl.”

Long story short, all of your husband’s rules are broken, shattered and discarded by the wayside within forty-eight hours. I want to play out the continued developments of these two people with insane physical chemistry, accidentally thrust together by a husband’s cuckold kink and unable to get enough of each other. The problem is that your husband was more emasculated and ashamed than he thought he’d be, so he’s not super keen on setting up another meeting. Guess we’ll have to take matters into our own hands, and once one rule falls, the rest are surely quick to follow.

I’m open to a few different variations or permutations of this scene, so drop me a line if any or all of this sounds interesting. I tend not to see chats in time (or find them roomy enough to work with), so PM is the best option.

• Who we are to each other is up to debate - I could be your husband’s coworker, an old friend, or a stranger, a ‘professional’ bull who agreed to meet with you tonight, et cetera.

• I’ve left your character completely up in the air. I’m okay with any race (I am white - light raceplay is on the table, but nothing serious or mean) and most body types. Just be in the 25-35 age bracket and we’re golden. I'm 28 and not that into big age gaps.

• This could wind up being very romantic, if you’d prefer the drama of physical cheating developing into emotional cheating. Or it could remain purely physical, two people addicted to each other’s bodies and the thrill of sneaking around.

• On that point, sneaking around is half the fun. What’s the point in a cheating scenario if there’s no risk? Let’s push our luck. Meet up in public places. Fuck in your bed while your husband is at work. Answer a phone call from him while you’re getting railed.

• Rough, wild and passionate sex is a must. I’m not one to bring violence into the bedroom beyond a good, hearty spanking, but a little ferocity and dynamism is a must. Hips slapping, beds rocking, squealing and screaming, cumming your brains out and shuddering like you’ve been struck by lightning are all great fun to include.

• I’m open to a variety of kinks; let me know what yours are! Some favourites of mine (other than the obvious already mentioned) include costumes and clothing control, lingerie, cumplay (excessive amounts), squirting, dirty talk, breastplay and related kinks, public or semi-public sex, and plenty of others.

• Limits are butt stuff, toilet stuff, animal stuff, and cruel stuff.