Rose and I have been married for thirty years. I’m 58, she’s 58, and she’s still the same beautiful blonde who still makes me smile. For the past few years, a cuckold fantasy had been ingrained in my head. I wanted to see my wife enjoy another man, someone stronger, more masculine, and younger. I kept quiet about it for years, afraid she’d misunderstand me and ruin everything.
This June, we went on our usual beach vacation. One evening, I finally plucked up the courage and quietly told Rose about my desire. I said it could spice up our sex life and make everything more exciting. She was confused at first, thought for a long time, but finally agreed on the condition that I was there. We agreed that this was just an experiment and nothing would change in our relationship.
The first few days at the resort passed peacefully. And then, at the pool, we met Justin. A young black guy, a student, on vacation. He was tall, outgoing, and had a fun curly hairstyle. My wife is also outgoing, and they just happened to start talking at a beach bar. They chatted so casually, as if they’d known each other for years.
I stood a little to the side, feeling a knot of nervousness clench inside. On one hand, I felt jealousy, and on the other, such intense excitement that my palms were sweating.
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