Activejeff-blog - Untitled

Like many couples during and after COVID, we transitioned to remote work. We left the city where her corporate office is for a quieter town, where we could work from home and enjoy a slower pace of life.

My wife’s job has always required frequent travel. Spending days away while I stay home, managing the house and kids. Over time, her work trips became more than just business. They became a thrilling game. One where she will text me early in the morning admitting, “I cheated on you again.” Not really cheating, of course. I encourage it. The thought of her with other men arouses me. Then she will share all the details while I get myself off in bed.

Now, like many companies, business travel is ramping up again and employees are expected to work some in person. Her company just won a major account in the city near us—his city. Her boyfriend lives there. It’s only a couple of hours away, close enough for a day trip, but far enough that staying overnight is the norm.

She’s already spent nights at his downtown apartment. Most of the time just one, sometimes two, so they can have more time together.

The other day, I overheard their Zoom call. His voice was eager. “Does this mean you’ll be coming here for work?”

I could hear the excitement in both of them. She giggled. “Well, I’m not sure how often, but yes, that’s the plan.”

It stirred something deep inside me, that mix of thrill and cuckold angst. It is different from her other business trips where she sleeps with other men. Those are casual affairs, typically one offs. This is a man she has told she loves him.

So, I couldn’t help myself. The words tumbled out before I could stop them “So you’ll be traveling and staying there for work? Where will you stay?”

Another giggle. “I mean, they’ll get me a hotel, but I’ll probably just tell them I don’t need one and stay with him.”

A business trip. A home away from home. Maybe a travel week will start to bleed into a weekend. Funny how the mind wanders and how the little head below gets excited while the head with the brain worries.

"So yeah -- that's how I got my cuck to accept being cucked. How about you?"

Girlz together @ Suzie's

The idea of her getting asked out as someones date where she would have to dress up and be seen as his among a large group of people is exciting. I would think of her sending me text and selfies of the party and them dancing together, kissing and having drinks to get her giggly. Then thinking of him taking her back to his hotel or place and taking her fancy clothing off to reveal some nice lingerie decorating her sexy curvy body as she puts her phone on a dresser and hits record for me would be an amazing thrill.

I Dare You

“I dare you to say it’s okay for me to make out with your wife,” my friend said half-jokingly. My wife giggled at this outrageous suggestion. Knowing that she would never agree to be kissed by anyone but me, I called his bluff.

“Yeah, sure - it’s fine by me. If you can get her to go along, have at it,” I said with a confident chuckle.

He went in to make his move with my wife offering zero resistance. After a minute of deep, sensual tongue kissing, he cupped her chin and she started to moan. Several more minutes passed and that’s when it hit me: Their rhythm is too perfect for this to have been their first kiss.

Serge Nubret was a massive inspiration to me in the 70′s and 80′s.  He had a much better symmetry (Did i spell that right!!) than Arnold. Just my opinion.

Follow us ● Submit yours ● Instagram: @eXtremotivation ● Visit our website