It was the day after our actual anniversary.

We spent the previous night, our actual anniversary, the “normal” and “safe” way a hotwife/cuck couple does - hubby watching me, holding my hand as my bull took me.

Tonight would be different. 

I dedicated the day to hubby. Us. We did our normal things. Family things. Groceries. Shopping for matching jewellery. Picking up the kids. Making sure they were safe and sound with the parents. We had a romantic dinner and talked about our journey first as a married couple with kids, and then how far we’d come as a proud hotwife/cuck couple.

We talked about the importance of stress-testing, and how we both felt bulletproof because we’d seen each other at our lowest, both individually and collectively. 

As we made our way back to the hotel, his hand never left mine. God! I’m so in love with this man and I would walk to the ends of the world for him. With him. I don’t just love this man, I cherish him. And I know he feels the same. 

I was actually surprised the room didn’t contain any remnants of the previous night’s debauchery. No lingering, musky smell. No evidence that anything out of the ordinary happened. I half expected it to, as a pleasant reminder of the night we had before. Housekeeping was impeccable and I wondered if they’d perhaps seen our toys.

My anniversary present to him was what I wanted - him watching while another man took me. Hands clasped. Touching. Romantic. Giving. Assuring. Skin on skin even as a bull railed me. 

Later tonight would be what he wanted. His gift to me. 

We stayed on in the same room, booked for two nights for our 14th anniversary. Tonight, we would finally do the one thing we’d always been hesitant about. We’d discussed this long and hard, what the implications would be, and whether we would be prepared for it. Whether our relationship is strong enough. Most importantly, we agreed that something like this must never break us. If it would, I am under no illusions that I don’t want it and neither would he. 

Stress-testing a relationship through mutual understanding and benefit is a curious thing. Some couples don’t last a fight. Some say there is no need to involve a third. Some say bringing a third in is just asking for trouble. 

“Cheating can never amount to anything good” - well in my opinion, it isn’t cheating if we both consent, agree to, and want it.

“Why do you need another man if you love him?” - well I love my man but if I am going to do a renovation for the house, I don’t get him to retile my floor. I get an expert. And hubby will be absolutely ok with it. If I fly, I don’t get him to pilot the plane. I get an expert. And hubby will be absolutely ok with it. If I want somebody to fuck my brains out? I get an expert. The absolute best. And hubby will be absolutely ok with it. And be aroused by it. 

Everybody is different I guess.

Our view? If you can bring each other to the brink and back, and come out the other side even stronger, then you know this is special. Some couples can’t even bear to tell each other their deepest desires. Some don’t even dare admit they lust for others. What is so taboo or wrong about that? I would rather articulate all of it, than slink off in secret. I would rather talk through it together. Confront it together. I love him. And I want to give him the greatest pleasure. If that is him fucking another woman? I want that, and know I gave it to him. If that is him watching me take another man? I want that, and know I gave it to him. It works the same the other way around. 

Another man. Another woman. I know now there’s nothing we can’t get past.

This was us stress-testing again. 

His anniversary gift to me, was for me.

My pleasure. My desire.

Hubby arranged for me to stay the night with another man. A different man from last night, alone without him this time. He wanted this for me. The one thing we’ve talked about over and over.

Justin. 

In another man’s arms. Justin’s arms.

Hubby knew I had my eye on him for such a long time and planned so meticulously for this to happen. 

I never thought I would say this, but being able to spend a night alone with a bull, on our wedding anniversary no less, was strangely erotic and intimate. A different type of delicious. 

I pictured my hubby, the cuck, all the way through as Justin took my entire physical being. I could see him so clearly in my head, cock caged, straining and leaking from the night before. This time I gave him the option to uncage and he accepted. Safe and sound at home, uncaged, wondering what was happening to me as I came over and over again on Justin’s cock.

I couldn’t wait to tell him about it all! Flying back to him, returning home to my love, felt incredible after those two nights. 

No remorse. No regrets. 10/10 would do it again on very special occasions. 

This was the picture Justin sent hubby just before we set our phones aside for the night. 

2 nights. 2 different men. None of them were hubby. 

Thank you baby. It was an amazing anniversary gift ❤️

The day after the anniversary