I'm writing this blog because I need help. I can't find anyone in the same position as me and I have found even fewer examples of it working out. Maybe this blog might help someone, maybe it might find someone to help find me. But I think it's important I do this.
So, where to start? I guess background is important. I'm Brai, I'm 29. I have a professional job and recently married Chello. She is 33 and also has a professional job. We met in 2014 and married in 2022.
We have an amazing life. We've travelled the world, achieved our life goals and had some super sexy times in the bed room. This blog is not safe for work. I'm sure you understand. So I'm happy to list some of the stuff we've done. Started with your normal missionary, always a good start and a classic to get going. We then branched into all the positions, of course, added in a couple vibrating toys, a pinch of restraints and kink then a light touch of candle wax fun. This then progressed, some might say weirdly, into her playing with my ass, we did a little toy, then a dildo. Before I knew it all I wanted in the world was for her to peg me. And she said yes! Wow. Amazing sex. Amazing life. Amazing woman.
One holiday, about 2019, we are having sex and I work up the courage to ask her about a fantasy idea I have been having for a couple months. After watching my favourite porn of gangbangs and threesomes I stumbled onto a new genre, hotwifing/cuckolding. So, there she is, riding me like a pro cowgirl and I pose it.
Brai: "I have a fantasy I want to do with you."
Chello: "Oh yeah? What is it?"
B: "I want a threesome with you."
C: "Hmmm... I don't want a girl in the bedroom with us."
B: "No, with another man. I want to see you pleasured and having fun with another man. I want to watch or join in."
C: "Hmm, I'll think about it."
And that was it for about 3 years. Soon after getting married I posed the question again. At first she was against it. I totally understand. Then I asked her to talk to me about fucking another man as we had sex. This persisted until finally we entered the lifestyle.
We listened to a few podcasts, (Big up Bedhoppers on Spotify), read a couple of blogs and finally met with some pretty awesome men. Some good meets, some bad. But overall very very enjoyable for all of us.
Then, dynamics started to change. I started to find a bisexual side of me I have previously never known about. We met with a brilliant man. Let's call him Jupiter. Chello and I had some really sexy meets together with him. We got on really well and Chello then started to allow me to see him solo. As of yet, the meet hasn't actually happened, but I'm sure (and hope) it will.
Concurrently though, around February (I'm now writing this in July), Chello had a meet with a man called Saturn. Now, Saturn is the subject of this blog. For all intent and purposes, Chello and Saturn and I are now in what's called a Vee relationship.
Just to clarify, in case I'm rambling.
Brai (me, male 29) is married to Chello (female, 33)
Chello is in a new loving relationship with Saturn (male lover, 33)
I have never met or am likely at this point to meet Saturn.
On top of this:
I am talking to and meeting, only for sex, no feelings, Jupiter (bi friend, 30).
And
Saturn is married to Heather (unknowing wife, 20-something), with a kid on the way. She doesn't know about any of this.
Fucking heavy, right?
I'll be writing from now on about my feelings about this relationship.
As far as I know, they had a meet in February time, which I fully endorsed and knew about. After a little chatting on Fab Swingers, then some more privately on Snapchat, they went to a park for a chat and to get to know each other better. This turned into Chello giving him head. Again, I fully knew about this and loved it.
So they chatted more and more throughout the weeks and months. And we were both quite happy. Then, one day Chello opens up that she really fancies Saturn. Now, important bit here: all she said was 'FANCY.' This got me worried. It was my one fear getting into the lifestyle. I have really bad self esteem. I wanted Chello to enjoy herself, but not to the point where she questions our relationship. I get upset, understandably, and Chello says she'll stop texting Saturn.
Fast forward a couple weeks. I see Chello is maybe missing Saturn and the chats she had with him, so I feel guilty at how I acted. I say, 'OK, fine. Talk to him again. I'm going away with work for a week. Go meet him again.'
Meets happen. They're having fun and I'm none the wiser what they're saying to each other or how their relationship is morphing (maybe she would say blossoming), until one day on a beach in Mallorca, after seeing Chello texting on her phone a lot, I get suspicious and check her messages.
Maybe it needs to be said, or maybe it doesn't. I've never checked through her phone before in our 9 years together and I never wanted to before, but something seemed off. Something was wrong.
So I go through and I click on a WhatsApp chat between her and a bull from Fab. In it, he asks:
Bull: "how's your secret lover?"
Wow! What!? Oh god. I knew straightaway who he meant. Am I a fool? Is she going to leave me? What the fuck is happening? So I confront her.
Brai: "You love Saturn, don't you ?"
Chello: "Yeah, I do. I really like him. It could be love. But I love you both. I can love more than one man. I've realised that now."
B: "Do you still want to be with me?"
C: "I love you! I love what we have and I never want to leave you. He just gives me butterflies every time we talk and I really fancy him."
We argue for the whole evening. I think about divorce, I blame myself, I feel inadequate, a loser, and can't understand how she loves us both.
And that's where we are right now, the start of July 2023. I am kind of accepting that I am now in a semi-non-consensual Vee relationship with my beautiful wife and her new boyfriend.
In my head, there are two options:
1. I stay with Chello and accept this relationship.
2. I tell her to stop texting Saturn. This will cause unrepairable resentment and we end up splitting.
So, where to start? I guess background is important. I'm Brai, I'm 29. I have a professional job and recently married Chello. She is 33 and also has a professional job. We met in 2014 and married in 2022.
We have an amazing life. We've travelled the world, achieved our life goals and had some super sexy times in the bed room. This blog is not safe for work. I'm sure you understand. So I'm happy to list some of the stuff we've done. Started with your normal missionary, always a good start and a classic to get going. We then branched into all the positions, of course, added in a couple vibrating toys, a pinch of restraints and kink then a light touch of candle wax fun. This then progressed, some might say weirdly, into her playing with my ass, we did a little toy, then a dildo. Before I knew it all I wanted in the world was for her to peg me. And she said yes! Wow. Amazing sex. Amazing life. Amazing woman.
One holiday, about 2019, we are having sex and I work up the courage to ask her about a fantasy idea I have been having for a couple months. After watching my favourite porn of gangbangs and threesomes I stumbled onto a new genre, hotwifing/cuckolding. So, there she is, riding me like a pro cowgirl and I pose it.
Brai: "I have a fantasy I want to do with you."
Chello: "Oh yeah? What is it?"
B: "I want a threesome with you."
C: "Hmmm... I don't want a girl in the bedroom with us."
B: "No, with another man. I want to see you pleasured and having fun with another man. I want to watch or join in."
C: "Hmm, I'll think about it."
And that was it for about 3 years. Soon after getting married I posed the question again. At first she was against it. I totally understand. Then I asked her to talk to me about fucking another man as we had sex. This persisted until finally we entered the lifestyle.
We listened to a few podcasts, (Big up Bedhoppers on Spotify), read a couple of blogs and finally met with some pretty awesome men. Some good meets, some bad. But overall very very enjoyable for all of us.
Then, dynamics started to change. I started to find a bisexual side of me I have previously never known about. We met with a brilliant man. Let's call him Jupiter. Chello and I had some really sexy meets together with him. We got on really well and Chello then started to allow me to see him solo. As of yet, the meet hasn't actually happened, but I'm sure (and hope) it will.
Concurrently though, around February (I'm now writing this in July), Chello had a meet with a man called Saturn. Now, Saturn is the subject of this blog. For all intent and purposes, Chello and Saturn and I are now in what's called a Vee relationship.
Just to clarify, in case I'm rambling.
Brai (me, male 29) is married to Chello (female, 33)
Chello is in a new loving relationship with Saturn (male lover, 33)
I have never met or am likely at this point to meet Saturn.
On top of this:
I am talking to and meeting, only for sex, no feelings, Jupiter (bi friend, 30).
And
Saturn is married to Heather (unknowing wife, 20-something), with a kid on the way. She doesn't know about any of this.
Fucking heavy, right?
I'll be writing from now on about my feelings about this relationship.
As far as I know, they had a meet in February time, which I fully endorsed and knew about. After a little chatting on Fab Swingers, then some more privately on Snapchat, they went to a park for a chat and to get to know each other better. This turned into Chello giving him head. Again, I fully knew about this and loved it.
So they chatted more and more throughout the weeks and months. And we were both quite happy. Then, one day Chello opens up that she really fancies Saturn. Now, important bit here: all she said was 'FANCY.' This got me worried. It was my one fear getting into the lifestyle. I have really bad self esteem. I wanted Chello to enjoy herself, but not to the point where she questions our relationship. I get upset, understandably, and Chello says she'll stop texting Saturn.
Fast forward a couple weeks. I see Chello is maybe missing Saturn and the chats she had with him, so I feel guilty at how I acted. I say, 'OK, fine. Talk to him again. I'm going away with work for a week. Go meet him again.'
Meets happen. They're having fun and I'm none the wiser what they're saying to each other or how their relationship is morphing (maybe she would say blossoming), until one day on a beach in Mallorca, after seeing Chello texting on her phone a lot, I get suspicious and check her messages.
Maybe it needs to be said, or maybe it doesn't. I've never checked through her phone before in our 9 years together and I never wanted to before, but something seemed off. Something was wrong.
So I go through and I click on a WhatsApp chat between her and a bull from Fab. In it, he asks:
Bull: "how's your secret lover?"
Wow! What!? Oh god. I knew straightaway who he meant. Am I a fool? Is she going to leave me? What the fuck is happening? So I confront her.
Brai: "You love Saturn, don't you ?"
Chello: "Yeah, I do. I really like him. It could be love. But I love you both. I can love more than one man. I've realised that now."
B: "Do you still want to be with me?"
C: "I love you! I love what we have and I never want to leave you. He just gives me butterflies every time we talk and I really fancy him."
We argue for the whole evening. I think about divorce, I blame myself, I feel inadequate, a loser, and can't understand how she loves us both.
And that's where we are right now, the start of July 2023. I am kind of accepting that I am now in a semi-non-consensual Vee relationship with my beautiful wife and her new boyfriend.
In my head, there are two options:
1. I stay with Chello and accept this relationship.
2. I tell her to stop texting Saturn. This will cause unrepairable resentment and we end up splitting.
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