Dinner a trois

+++

Note from the author—Cuckolding is very real.

As I was living in Playa del Carmen, I didn't even know the terms "cuckolding" or "hotwife." I did fuck a lot of married women, but that was nothing special in Playa among us dive instructors.

Years later, as I started writing down my memories, I did some research (Google) too:

Infidelity Rates: While not synonymous with cuckolding, around 12 of surveyed countries in a 40-country study considered extramarital affairs to be morally acceptable.

Sexual Acceptance: France has the highest reported acceptance of affairs at 40%, followed by Spain (27%) and Germany (26%).

Non-paternity Rates: In studies focusing on the biological aspect of being deceived into raising another man's child, men with high confidence of paternity have an actual non-paternity rate of approximately 1.7%. However, in cases where there was already low confidence in paternity, this rate jumped to nearly 30%.

Key Contextual Factors: Consensual Cuckolding: The practice has moved into the mainstream, with more couples engaging in it as a consensual sexual activity rather than a situation defined by secrecy and betrayal.

Erotic Humiliation or Submission: For some cuckolds, the idea of losing control or sharing a partner can be highly arousing. There’s a taboo thrill in knowing someone else is providing pleasure to the person you love. We see this reflected in our BeMoreKinky data: when couples rate cuckolding activities, the cuck side consistently shows higher acceptance than the hotwife side, suggesting the desire often originates with the partner who wants to be in that observer or submissive role.

Vicarious Pleasure (Compersion): Compersion is the joy or arousal one feels from witnessing or imagining their partner’s sexual fulfillment. In a cuckolding scenario, seeing your partner’s pleasure multiplied by another person can be a potent turn-on.

Breaking Monogamous Norms: Population surveys estimate that 3 to 7% of adults are currently in a consensual non-monogamous relationship, and up to 25% have tried one at some point (Haupert et al., 2017; Levine et al., 2018). Some of those individuals or couples find cuckolding appealing because it focuses specifically on one partner’s sexual freedom while reinforcing the other partner’s role as the observer or supporter.

Evolutionary Drive (Sperm Competition): Researchers in evolutionary psychology have found that men exposed to cues of a partner being with someone else show a measurable increase in both arousal and ejaculate quality, a response linked to a mechanism called sperm competition. The theory holds that humans carry evolved responses to perceived reproductive rivalry. For some cucks, this biology may help explain why the cuckolding scenario feels so viscerally charged, separate from any conscious kink preference. Gallup and Burch (2004) documented related semen-displacement dynamics, and a 2023 PMC study confirmed that men primed with partner-infidelity imagery produce higher-quality ejaculates.

Enhanced Communication and Trust: Ironically, cuckolding, like many forms of consensual non-monogamy, requires heightened communication and trust. Couples sometimes report feeling closer after exploring these boundaries, as they’ve shared desires, insecurities, and vulnerabilities more openly than ever before. Jessica Fern calls this building "polysecurity," and her HEARTS framework in Polysecure gives couples a practical checklist for making that security tangible rather than abstract.

Fetish or Fantasy: Certain fantasies revolve around taboo elements: jealousy, competition, and “forbidden” scenarios. Cuckolding can incorporate these themes while still allowing all parties to remain safe, consenting, and in control.

+++

My alarm clock went off, and the first thing I saw with my sleepy eyes was the satisfied look on 24-year-old Cindy's face, still sleeping on top of me. This would normally be a very romantic moment, if it weren't for the small detail that she was married and that she just had been fucked by me bareback.

This memory made me look forward to the joint dinner tonight with her husband. He didn't have a clue about the two of us, but we were going to support him as best as we could by feeding him hints bit by bit, slowly advancing within the cuckold development process, and, if needed, giving him very hard evidence if he kept being stupid.

Hints would be, among others, his wife showing him pictures of her in lingerie, but the pictures were made by somebody else, and it was for sure not by a photo studio. Hints could be her showing a pic she took "secretly" of me in the shower, showing my large cock.

Less subtle hints would be, e.g., close-up photos of her mouth with smeared lipstick after a long, successful blowjob.

After that, there were many levels of clear and very clear communication with him, such as a video where she was undressing slowly or a pic of her from behind, on all fours, only wearing her slutty lingerie, but panties gone, showing her puffy cunt lips to the camera.

Once he would finally admit that he was a cuckold, we would feed him lots of great memories his slutwife and I had and even let him watch our mating. Our highest goal was to officially make her a hotwife (a term I didn't know those days), but he allowed Cindy to voluntarily fuck another man.

Besides that, breeding with his spouse had to be discussed as well. Well, it wouldn't be a discussion, Cindy would simply tell her cucky one day that her ovulating time was coming, and that she chose me to fuck her raw and unprotected for at least week and me dutifully knocking her up.

(Actually, I was already fucking her cunt to the max and raw, both bareback and giving her that lovely well-fucked raw feeling each day, but let's not get lost in detail).

She stirred on top of me, opened her eyes, and smiled at me. "Hello again." She said, stretching her gorgeous body, noticing that she was lying on my semi-dormant bulge, and whispered softly if we still had time for another fuck before dinner.

I had to be very severe with her, and said no. This was a no-go. You cannot make her husband wait and show up late because she wanted to get filled with my cum again.

"No, Cindy," I said, "no fucking that juicy pussy until we have Steve sitting next to us in the restaurant."

"Oh." She said, looking lustfully at me,

"Does that mean my cunt gets a sperm bath at the restaurant?"

"Are you finally going to be more sensitive towards me and fuck my cunt as you should?"

I was grinning; this little slut was insatiable. Poor Cindy. I almost felt guilty only fucking her cheating cunt twice a day. I had to step up. At least 3 good fucks a day! I was such an egoist. I promised myself to always place her first, or better said, always place her on my baby maker.

I said to her, "Go, woman, hop under the shower and try to get clean. Leave your panties here or put them in your shoulder bag. During dinner I want free access to that delicious pussy of yours."

She almost ran to get ready. The more she waited, the more her pussy walls would be aching to clamp on my cock again, and she didn't want to waste her limited pussy time with me. We still had to catch up a lot of lost time, her not getting any fucks from her stupid husband.

Once she came out of the shower, I gave her a long kiss and took care of myself getting "clean." Well, to be honest, how can you get "clean" with such a married slut in your life?

I decided to match her revealing black dress with black clothes as well, such as a long-sleeved black shirt and black linen summer pants. We would really look good together. Once we were both ready, I asked this lovely cheating spouse if she was ready to be taken to a restaurant.

"Oh my God, yes!" She answered.

As we went downstairs, I explained to her that the restaurant was a real and very large cave (a dry cenote). I found a cab, and we were taken to the Cave with 1000 Lights restaurant (it is now called Alux). During the ride (like 5 km), I turned myself to her on my right and moved my left hand up on her leg below her dress. The dress had very large slits on both sides, and as mentioned before, if she were walking, you could glance at her shaven pussy area.

With no stupid obstruction in its way, my hand soon found her awaiting pussy, and I started rubbing it up and down with my index finger. She was so kind to give me much better access to her willing cunt and spread her legs for me.

Since I wanted to make her moan loud enough for Steve to hear her at dinner while she was lowering her unfaithful cunt on my cock, I only rubbed her lips and clit and was careful not to insert a finger in that horny slit. I wanted her, just before arriving, on the edge, her first orgasm just waiting around the corner.

Her husband was already waiting outside, with a red and yellow Hawaii shirt and yellow shorts, plus white shoes. He looked like a third wheel, while Cindy and I looked quite sophisticated and matched each other's outfits beautifully.

Cindy had a completely new behavior towards him. She said hi and gave him a quick peck on his cheek and did not want to hold hands while entering the restaurant. It reminded me of the way a bitch (dog, lioness, etc.) behaves once she has chosen the male who is going to breed her, by showing no affection to other males, in a degrading way, even a bit aggressive.

As I was booking the table the other day, I explained to the employee that we needed a secluded VIP booth with a high dining table and barstools for three people only, against a cave wall, but still being able to see the show. "No problem," the kind lady said. "It does cost 100 USD extra to arrange this." I told her that this was no problem (since Steve was going to pay anyway; he just didn't know yet).

We were led to our VIP booth, and I sat with my back to the wall on the right, and Cindy sat beside me on my left. This way we could both see the show directly; her husband would be sitting on the other side of the table, and to see the show, he had to turn around 180 degrees and have his back towards us. What a pity I thought. He cannot see the show and watch at the same time the pleasant show of me fucking his wife. I made a mental note to apologize to him for this one day!

We ordered appetizers and the main course, and we talked about all kinds of things, such as doing a beach day together or me asking if they would like to join me when I was going to Cancun to do some shopping.

I also wanted to show them the famous Capt. Tutix (it no longer exists; it was a wild bar on the beach, a short walk from the Blue Parrot, but Hurricane Wilma destroyed it, and they did not reopen), and I proposed visiting Deseo, where we could have finger food on nice loungers in a semi-private atmosphere.

Cindy took the lead from Steve, decided for both of them, and said those were marvelous ideas and we should really do them.

"Excellent," I said.

Suddenly, the lights went dim, and the stage lights went on. It was now pretty dark in the dining area, and in the meantime, the show was being announced. Cindy complained about barely being able to see the stage, and before her husband could say anything, I told his bride to sit on my lap, and that way she would get at least 17 cm (around 7 inches). She did willingly...

"Much better." She said, "At least I will now get what I hoped for, and I can fully enjoy this evening."

Her husband was surprised by this move, but somehow, he understood that around 7 inches could really make a difference, so he didn't object.

As the main course was served, Steve excused himself to go to the restrooms, and as he was gone (the restrooms were right next to the entrance, so it was a bit of a walk, since we sat all the way in the back), I spoke to her and said,

"My dear Cindy, now is the time that I need you to stand up, and I will lift your dress from behind so you can place your unfaithful cunt on my cock and lower yourself on it."

"But of course, you will not sit down before your husband is back and can hear you moan while you lower yourself on me."

She was still half standing above me, pretending to watch the show, as her unknowing husband came back. As he seated himself facing us, to be able to eat his food, Cindy's cunt couldn't wait any longer. My cockhead still properly placed against her love opening, she lowered herself quickly on my ever-ready happymaker and pushed down all the way, burying it completely inside her.

She loudly moaned of pleasure, and her husband asked, "What's wrong?"

She answered that "this was so nice and so exciting, and she was really filled with pleasure all the way."

Steve was happy for her. Happy to see her enjoying herself, happy for me taking care of them by taking them to places like this and taking care of Cindy by surprising her so much that she had to moan.

He offered his apology that he needed to turn around to be able to watch the show, and Cindy said to him, "There was no need for him here anyway..."

...and she added very slowly, "...Facing us."

Oh, his little slutwife was becoming quite dominant. To add some extra thrill of being impaled, she reached forward, lifting herself almost completely off my hard cock, and grabbed the salt dispenser and leaned back again, taking my cock deep inside her again.

"You could have asked me," Steve said.

Cindy answered like a true bitch in heat. "That she would not ask but tell Steve what to do, if needed."

Oh my, I thought, this wifey is setting up new rules for her cuck.

She put some salt on her food, lifted herself almost completely again from my cock, and placed the salt back; sat down again, placing her cunt deep on her favorite love toy.

"Oh." She moaned, loud enough for Steve to hear it.

"Are you really OK?" he asked.

She answered, while again lifting herself off my cock but the cockhead, "I forgot the pepper."

She grabbed the pepper dispenser and lowered herself again on me, moaning again.

Steve was getting worried. Maybe she was enjoying herself too much? The surroundings, the dim restaurant, the show—she was really having a good time.

He tried to be brave and said to us, "Enjoy your dinner; I will now turn around."

"You do that," she said. And Steve, don't turn around unannounced; I don't want you to knock over anything. Just raise your hand, just like in school, and I will tell you when it's safe. But you will wait until I tell you to turn."

He nodded and turned around.

Speaking to me, having my cock as deep as possible in her, she asked, "If I'd like some salt as well?" and I answered,

"Yes, could you please put some on my meat?" I replied.

She gladly complied, even if that meant she needed to lift herself partially up again from my cock and lean towards my plate.

I was so thankful that she was going to help me with my seed problem by milking my balls thoroughly, but I expected her not to get much from her ordered food, so it was my duty to feed her later, reminding myself to have something nice and juicy ready for her to gobble on.

The show got wilder, and jugglers were throwing burning torches in the air. This was her moment to ignore everything around her, and she simply started fucking me. I placed my fork and knife on the table; there was no use anyway. Instead, I held her waist so she could ride me as hard as possible, just like a true whore.

Now, this sexy wife fucking me, having her husband so close to us, did have its effects on me. I noticed my balls getting a certain "tense," and I knew I would soon be milked from every cum drop by her pussy. I whispered in her ear that she was going to get some food without eating, and the dirty talk made her groan.

As her husband heard her groan, he looked without thinking over his shoulder, only to see me lifting his wife by the waist to get a better look.

"Steve!" Cindy yelled. Did I give you permission?"

He quickly turned his head again, feeling guilty, missing the downwards fuck movement of his wife.

"Such a nice guy," Steve thought. His wife was not the tallest woman, and I was taking care of her again by lifting her up so she could enjoy herself tonight and see the stage fireworks.

Well, Cindy and I were both very close to getting our own fireworks.

She kept riding me, and my balls went into high alert, ready to fill this ever-sucking cunt. I started to help her by having my right hand finger her clit, and she moaned loudly again. She wouldn't last long either.

It took another two minutes of quickly dabbing her love knob to make her call my name and orgasm wildly.

At the same time my balls started unloading my precious gift of life to her, deep into her cervix. Real swimmers. After four or five convulsions they went empty. No wonder; she has been emptying my balls so many times by now that there was not much left right to fill her up with. I promised myself I needed to improve this; a hungry bitch should get all the cum she wants, and perhaps I could cheat a little if I made her come a couple of times before I did.

She stopped fucking me but kept sitting on my lap with my cock inside her. She supported herself by placing both arms on the table so she could regulate her breathing.

Steve asked why she'd shouted my name, and she answered that she sat on something hard, and she couldn't help screaming my name so I could hold her.

He understood fully. He asked (while raising his arm) if he could turn around. (This was so hilarious.)

"Not yet," she said.

She gave me that famous kinky look of hers and took a tampon and panties out of her shoulder bag. She unwrapped the cum blocker and inserted it quickly into her used twat. After that she pulled up her panties to keep her cum-filled cunt as full as possible.

"Yes, now you have my permission," Cindy said. She had new plans with him.

"Steve, come over here," asking him to lean towards her and whispering something in his ear in a very urgent tone. Something about picking up my tab and wanting to go to their hotel right now.

Steve nodded right away and walked urgently towards the lobby to pay quicker instead of waiting for staff and get a cab as fast as possible.

As he was gone, she said to me that she was very worried about her dress and it might have some white stains on it, and she wanted her husband to clean up everything as quickly as possible. She gave me a long, sloppy kiss and walked towards the lobby.

I was very grateful for her husband, for him having the chance now to clean up that adulterous pussy. It is a very deep bond a slutwife has with her cuck, and no one should interfere with them while performing this act of true love.

I texted her and wished them both a good and successful night, proposing to meet the three of us at noon at the Blue Parrot bar.

"We will!" she wrote, with a smiley.

To be continued.