Her Perspective: My Fantasy Boyfriend

When my husband first brought up his hotwife / cuckolding fantasy, I was very confused.

In the past, he’d been a jealous type. Prior to “the admission,” he occasionally brought up a guy who had a thing for me in college. This particular guy tried to kiss me in front of my husband and my husband f*cking hated him. Maybe the recurring references were a tell all along? Maybe my husband didn’t even know it was a tell?

Anyways, it felt like whiplash. I needed to process.

Monogamy and faithfulness are hardcoded into the American psyche. MY psyche. 

Why would I want to cheat on my husband? Why would he want to be humiliated?

Don’t you want my undivided attention? Why would you give me that kind of permission?

I consider myself very lucky. My husband is my favorite person and best friend. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I was freaked out.

If you read prior blog posts, you know my husband is the “GO GO GO” type and I’m the “let me understand this first…” type. A cautious adventurous type, if you will. I’m open minded and want to explore. I just need time to wrap my head around things.

While scanning my feelings on the topic, one thing jumped out: I’m no stranger to the hurt from infidelity. I know how betrayal feels. I didn’t want to ever make my husband feel like that. How could he not feel like that if I slept with someone else? What if we took things too far?

After the initial shock, I was able to gain some clarity. We talked some more and my husband reassured me that this was a fantasy, first and foremost. Nobody else needs to be involved unless we explicitly agree that’s a step we want to take. 

We talked about role play. He asked me if there were specific qualities in a guy that turned me on. At first, it felt strange to talk like that. But after a while, I realized how much fun it could be.

That’s when Liam was born. 

I started thinking about what kind of person would make my husband jealous. What kind of guy would trigger his humiliated-but-horny brain receptors?

Obviously, he would be good looking. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes. Fit but not too muscular. A creative type. Maybe a photographer. Someone who knows how to command a room. Someone comfortable giving orders. Photographers often travel for work, which is ideal for this kind of role play. 

“Liam’s in town and he wants to meet up.” 

He needed to have a very cool apartment. My husband and I have been together since college and our early apartments were… terrible. 

We’ve upgraded since then, but now we have kids. Our home isn’t sexy. There are Legos and squished blueberries on the floor.

Liam has an airy bachelor pad in the city. Tasteful art, not pretentious. He drives a vintage 2-seater convertible that he refurbished himself. 

The detail makes the roleplay effective.

Talking about Liam isn’t awkward anymore. I love throwing surprise comments at my husband and watching his pained micro-expressions. Bonus points if it’s around his family. “Oh my friend Liam told me about this great new TV show…”

Sometimes when my husband’s fucking me, I whisper about Liam in his ear. Liam bent me over his couch in front of the window. Maybe the neighbors saw. Liam’s dick is just a bit longer and thicker. Enough for me to notice. I cum much harder and much more frequently with Liam. My husband starts trying to fuck the memory of Liam out of me. 

This is the type of positive reinforcement that tickles my praise kink perfectly.

Who knows where we’ll be in a year, or two, or five. Maybe there will be a real Liam someday. But for now, the role play is super fun. It’s our little secret.

We’ve been together 15+ years and we’re still figuring out how to add some spice.