It started like any other online FWB sitch: girl reads post by boy wanting to talk about other Boys fucking his Girl. Girl responds. Girl and Boy hit it off.  And, then it evolved into something else entirely.

When I first started chatting with my friend, I wasn't quite sure where I'd fit into his fantasy. While I have sex with women, his wife does not,  so I didnt think I'd be a good surrogate for the men in his fantasies.  While I was eager and turned on listening to him talk about his desires,  it wasn't clear if he would enjoy me sexually.

As we were sharing kinks,  I talked about how I'd recently come to understand myself to be a bit of a cuckquean.   I loved the thought of watching my close guy friends fucking women they wanted, getting their hearts' desires, even at the same time it made me envious of their attention and sexual joy being diverted away from me.

I learned that his heart's desire was seeing his wife fucked into a mattress, wall, table, etc. by another guy.   It also turned out that she wanted to watch him with another woman.  Or, she was turned on by the thought of him having a girlfriend.

We talked more that night and I found him to be an excellent sexter. He had perfect sexting rythym and timing. He paid attention to and responded to the rise and fall of my desire in a way that I'd come to understand was characteristic of his approach.  In the weeks to come there were several times, when I came and he did not, because I had the privacy to do so.   But, that night, we did cum together.

Something clicked for him and he suddently saw his wife as a cuckquean.  He was so taken with the idea of his wife as quean, and this started to populate his fantasies. Also, he became interested in the idea of having a virtual girlfriend.

Being the switchy kind of person that I am, I started envisioning myself in the cuckcake role.  This is not something I'd ever considered because I didn't think I fit a cake profile. It turns out that I did just fine. And, I relished this new role.  I enjoyed playing with someone who wasn't mine.  Someone on loan to me.  Sometimes he chatted with me before he was going to have sex with her and the thought that I was getting him ready for her was mind-numbingly sexy.

When he told his wife about our conversations, she was very interested.  The first time he had sex were her after we'd sexted with her knowledge, she was so aroused and turned on that she practically jumped him.  She was always a presence in our time fooling around and I liked the thought that I was a presence in their love making. 

He shared with me that their sexual relationship was more active and hot than it'd been in years.  I was so gratified that my desire and my sexual energy had an outlet beyond my own orgasms.  It was helping to fuel their sex life. 

It was a delicious feedback loop of him enjoying our time together because he knew that she was going to love it, and me loving the place I had in their connection.  Once he confessed to me that he thought his wife and I might be wearing him out because he'd come more times than he expected in that weekend. 

While he was not comfortable sharing many photos, he did send several during the time we kept company.  See has a fantastic cock.  It's gorgeous with a shape and size that I find ideal.  I don't think he realizes how nice it is,  which is also part of what makes him so sexy.   He sent very brief voice notes which drove me wild.  I loved hearing the filthy things he said to me.

I also just liked him: his politics, his analytical mind, his eco-friendly car, and that he was a good dad.  These were all things I admired about him. 

We stopped fooling around after a few months.  Schedules change, life happens, and you know how it goes. We are still in touch.  And, I enjoy chances to say hello and check in. 

It was a very sexy summer, and I'm actually grateful that I had a chance to spend part of it indulging the fantasies of a married couple.