This is 100% real. No fiction at all.

I recently started writing stories to post on nifty and literotica just out of random bouts of horniness. Lately I’ve been thinking of taking my own irl story, add some flare to it and then post it, but I thought I’d share the raw facts here first to see if there’s any interest.

I’ve been with my boyfriend for the past 6 years. We met when he was finishing high school and I was about halfway through college (yeah, I know, shut up).

Two years into our relationship he had to move to study abroad. 10 hours away to be precise.

The first few months were really rough as we tried to adapt to having a long-distance relationship.

I wasn’t super insecure and I didn’t really have much reason to be anyway, as he had a double room to himself, no roommate, since his parents are very well off and could afford to pay for it.

But during the third or fourth month I started noticing a change. He’d been talking to me about this really hot guy that was super friendly to him. And yes, this does lead to where you think it leads. But I didn't find out for like 3 months.

This guy was allegedly hot, macho, friendly, and would even take my bf on his bike to wherever he needed to go.

About 5 months after my bf had moved out, he finally told me he had decided to let this guy (we'll call him Wade) move into his room without telling his parents. When I questioned him about it, he said Wade was having trouble with his room and needed a temporary place to stay. Alright.

Then my bf started ghosting me more and more. At first he wouldn't pick up my calls, then he wouldn't reply to my texts for days on end. This went on for a while and this part is all just angst and growing insecurity from me, along with a growing suspicion.

Eventually, my bf confessed to having slept with Wade and feeling so bad about it (allegedly), that he didn't want to talk to me. That's why he was ghosting me.

Just FYI, he HAD told me before he moved abroad, during the second year we were together, that he did love me, but he wanted to experiment with other guys too. He was a virgin when we got together. So we did try once, which is a whole other weird, and likely not very legal, story. Point is, I didn't take it very well and he decided not to keep trying. Until Wade that is.

So after he told me he had slept with Wade, we fought, I told him it was Wade or me, and he told Wade to go away. For a month or two we went back to normal, but then the ghosting and the acting weird started again. I did see Wade a couple of times coming into the room but it was allegedly because he still hadn't found a place to move and my bf didn't just wanna throw him out on the street.

Ofc I was extremely insecure during this entire time. So, the ghosting for a second time and the casual walk-ins of Wade, plus my bf not wanting to do stuff like watch movies at night or just straight up not wanting to talk at night, led to yet another fight. This time he told me that about two weeks after he had "broken up" with Wade, Wade had come back, asked for forgiveness, THEY FUCKED, and went back to their usual routine without me knowing.

And I guess at this point I should point out, even though I didn't learn any of this until a long, long time later; that Wade is "straight". He dates girls and likes girls, but he just likes to fuck my bf because well, they're in the same room, my bf likes him and it's an easy fuck. There's more to this but I'll get there in a sec.

So my bf confessed he had been cheating AGAIN for the past 4 or 5 months. We fought again, I told him to kick Wade out again, and this time he told me he's not going to. His explanation was that he was living abroad for most of the year, only coming back twice for about three weeks combined, and that wasn't enough to satisfy him. So, either I accepted he was going to live with and fuck Wade, or we were done.

We were done.

We broke up for about 6 months. He wanted to stay friends but I refused. One day, he randomly texted an "I miss you", we started talking again and it took about 4 or 5 more months until we got back together again.

Except there was a massive elephant named Wade in my bf's room. So, during the time that it took us to get back together, my bf pretty much told me a fuck load of how his "relationship" with Wade worked.

Apparently, it was only a relationship while they were inside the room. Outside of it, Wade has his life, his girlfriends, and whatever. They had joined the beds together to make one big bed so that they could fall asleep cuddling every night. They had cute nicknames for each other. And the sex mostly happened at night, with the lights off, and under the sheets.

So, obviously, knowing all this, I wouldn't have gotten back with my bf if it wasn't because I started to get into it. It took me a LONG ASS TIME to come to terms with my feelings and to come to an arrangement with my bf on how I felt most comfortable about this.

And before anyone jumps the gun, my bf was the one making the most effort and pushing to make this work. I didn't impose anything or beg for anything (sorry for those of you who like that). I just asked him to try different things until I found the dynamic I felt most comfortable with.

Before I move on to talk about the things we tried, I have to talk about Wade's opinion on all this. At first, he did know of my existence. In fact, he fucked my bf for the first time while knowing my bf was in a relationship. He also knew that when my bf broke up with him it was because I asked him to. And the second time I fought with my bf (when we broke up), I even found him on Instagram and insulted the fuck out of him.

Then, when I started talking to my bf again, he knew we were talking, and he didn't like that. At all. Even though he doesn't have a real relationship with my bf, he's very jealous. Especially after everything that's happened. So, whenever he walked into the room, or if he was in the room, my bf would hang up with me or just not answer my calls/texts.

So, now back to the things we tried before we got back together. At first, I didn't want to know anything related to Wade. Nothing. So we would just talk and if he came into the room or- whatever, I just said that. That's the first thing we tried.

But it annoyed the shit out of me because sometimes it wasn't Wade the one that interrupted us. Sometimes it was my bf's friends or his mom (I know this bc he would tell me afterward). So every time I stopped talking to him, I'd feel like shit bc I'd think it was Wade, and then I'd feel stupid for feeling bad when I realized it WASN'T Wade, but someone else.

So then we tried coming up with a code for when it WAS Wade. Something with "banana", I can't recall exactly tbh.

The problem with that was that sometimes Wade would come in, do his thing, and go to sleep. And then my bf would go back to talking to me. But sometimes, Wade would want to cuddle or fuck, and my bf wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the night (he would then tell me in the morning about the cuddling SOMETIMES, but never about the sex, even though it was obvious). And I had no idea which was which every time, so, you guessed it, I felt like shit.

It was around this time that I started to get a little into the idea of my bf having another bf besides me that could give him the physical parts of a relationship that I couldn't because of the distance. So we briefly tried tagging our relationship as a polyamorous relationship, in which my bf would now tell me about all the cuddly, romantic stuff he would sometimes do with Wade; like cuddling, watching movies, and sometimes even going on dates (yes, Wade wanted to, even though it took him a few years to come around to my bf's insistence). But my bf wouldn't tell me about the sex.

Once more, I felt like shit because I couldn't give my bf those things being as far apart as we were. I felt inferior to Wade and I wasn't into that. The other problem with calling this a polyamorous relationship was that Wade wasn't into it. He wanted my bf to himself.

And finally, around this time (about 3 years after it all started), I found out about the term "Cuck". I investigated a lot, did a lot of soul searching, and finally gathered the courage to tell my bf I wanted to be a cuck.

He wasn't and still isn't "into" it, in the sense that he doesn't get off on cucking me, but he does enjoy the benefits of doing so.

So, after some trial and error, we ended up with the current arrangement. Whenever he and Wade fuck, he sends me a detailed recount of how it all went down. He's also sent me pictures of him and Wade cuddling and an audio recording of them fucking. I have all of this saved up and I love going through all of it and jerking off sometimes.

Wade keeps insisting he's straight and having girlfriends, so about a year ago, my bf started dating other guys too. Again, he would send me written accounts of everything that goes down and he even recorded a one hour video fucking with one of his bfs (yes, a full hour).

My favorite thing is whenever he comes back on vacation and then goes back to Uni, him and Wade tend to have the hottest sex, which I get to enjoy in written form.

It's seriously amazing. I love this arrangement and I've come to love being Wade's cuck.

Recently my bf and I haven't been speaking a lot as I took a second job to start saving so we can move in together and he's on his last year so he needs to study a lot. I still get some snippets of what's going on sometimes, but not nearly as much. And I haven't heard about other bf's for a while. I've been meaning to ask my bf about what's going but we haven't found the time to talk lately.

I know he knows I have this throwaway, so he might even read this, who knows.

Anyways, would you guys like all of that written in the form of chapters in a long series on Nifty or Literotica?

EDIT: A few people have DM'ed me asking if it's okay to ask. Sure, feel free to ask whatever you're curious about. I'm gonna write about it and post most of it anyway.