Friends are harassing my wife. Why does a husband like it when a stranger sleeps with his wife?

Few people would want to live with a jealous person. In addition, women always like male attention, and many do not at all need their “other half” to be jealous of their every post. But, according to the observations of sexologists, recently, more and more often there are not Othello men, but those who, on the contrary, deliberately push their girlfriend into adultery! A rather rare deviation called “provoked betrayal syndrome” has become increasingly common over the past ten years, metropolitan sexologists note.

Representatives of the Moscow sex services sector also shared this shocking observation with us. According to the “call boys,” one of their most popular orders lately is sex with the client’s wife in his presence.

More and more often men come to me who want to see how their wives are fucked. Moreover, it is clear that this is the fantasy of the man himself, and not his wife at all,” 27-year-old Alexey, who has been working as paid sex for five years, told us. - It happens that they bring a camera and ask permission to film the whole process. I understand that they are turned on by the fact that someone else is sleeping with their wife.

It is interesting that usually the lovers of adultery are not young men who have seen enough porn, but middle-aged men who had a fairly active and varied intimate life before marriage. But after 5-10 years of marriage, usually a happy one, they begin to push their spouse to cheat. As a rule, it all starts with soft hints.

For example, a husband may advise his wife to go to bars and discos with her friends more often, or to go on vacation alone. Or, for example, he will simply directly advise his missus to make a friend, specifying that he personally will be all for it! At first, women perceive this as a joke or an insult, the topic is gradually “hushed up,” and then the worst thing begins.

Such a man may directly demand that his wife begin an affair and report to him about all its details, or, like a jealous man, he begins to see evidence of betrayal in every little thing. This is based on a kind of masochism, when an insecure person experiences relief by replaying a frightening situation in his imagination over and over again. It is interesting that at the same time he madly loves his wife and is afraid of losing her.

For us, it all started out banal: my husband is a businessman, always busy, so he often asked his driver to accompany me when I went out somewhere in the evenings,” Olga, a young and pretty Moscow housewife, shares her misfortune. - Fortunately, the driver is an unmarried, handsome guy. But when my husband first hinted to me that he wanted to watch his driver and I make love, I was simply shocked. I cried all day. Why? For what? It took me a long time to gather my courage and have a heart-to-heart talk with my husband. He admitted that he loves me very much, but at the same time the thought that someone is sleeping with me in front of him excites him wildly...

There may be several reasons for the “provoked betrayal syndrome”:

1. A man loses interest in his wife after living with her for many years. In such a marriage, partners rather treat each other as brother and sister. Having imagined the “other half” in the image of a fallen woman, the man begins to experience attraction again.

2. The husband is much older than his wife and fears that sooner or later she will find a younger and more skilled partner in bed. By “allowing” her to cheat, he actually relieves himself of responsibility for the “leftism” that may arise in the future. Naturally, in reality such a man does not want his wife to follow his advice, but his neurosis leads him to the point where he torments his wife with reproaches and suspicions.

3. A man begins to have problems with potency or it seems to him that he is not a very good lover. Not everyone will decide to see a doctor about this, therefore, fearing his wife’s displeasure, the unfortunate person actually pushes her into the arms of another. This could be a close friend or even a neighbor, in general, someone who "can be trusted."

4. Childhood psychological trauma. A man suffering from this syndrome usually grew up in an incomplete family, without a mother, or was an unloved child to whom his mother did not pay enough attention. As a result, he is initially distrustful of the fair sex and cannot be completely sincere with his “other half.” Such men constantly feel like they will be abandoned, so they want to speed up the onset of this frightening situation.

After a man has lost the betrayal, it becomes much easier for him psychologically. Having dropped such a heavy load, he gets rid of neurosis for a while, potency and mood improve. Many women, noticing this pleasant change, begin to play along with their husband, deliberately inventing or hinting at affairs with other men. But such a situation usually does not end well: the man screws himself up more and more, because he actually does not want any betrayal at all. Scandals begin, and the “other half” will no longer believe that you have only been telling “fairy tales” all this time. You need to fight this problem “by contradiction”:

Naturally, if you love your spouse, then you don’t need to follow his advice and go to all lengths. But you shouldn’t isolate yourself at home: go out with your spouse more often, but only at the same time constantly give compliments and even draw his attention to the fact that other women also like him. There is no better medicine for potency than a sense of self-worth!

Emphasize its importance and necessity for you. By the way, your intimate life should become frequent and stormy: the “other half” should not doubt their bed skills.

Hint that you want a bunch of kids. For a man, your promise to settle down and become an exemplary mother will be the best “insurance” against betrayal, writes

What to do if your spouse constantly repeats: “If you want, change”? What makes a loving husband push his wife into adultery? And how to return harmony to married life?

Woman cheating

Few people like jealous people. In the end, women simply vitally need the attention of men - at least for purely preventive purposes. But what should you do if your spouse, on the contrary, pushes you to cheat, constantly repeating: “If you want, cheat”?

It turns out that there are even more such provocateurs than pathological jealous people. Practicing psychologists explain this behavior as a syndrome of provoked betrayal.

Woman cheating

“Strange as it may seem, the syndrome of provoked betrayal is observed in marriages where both spouses sincerely love each other and have no intention of cheating,” says psychologist Larisa Novikova. “Usually we are talking about fairly mature people: both partners are already over 25, the man is over I already had the experience of a long-term relationship behind me. And no one seemed to give anyone a reason to think about cheating. But then one day my wife hears: “I don’t mind if you cheat on me.”

How can such a thought occur to an exemplary family man? There may be several explanations.

The man is much older than his wife and is afraid that sooner or later he will stop satisfying her in the intimate sphere. To relieve the growing psychological tension, he... casually starts a conversation about the fact that cheating in their relationship is quite acceptable. And at the same time he is afraid that his wife will follow his advice. Gradually he becomes a slave to his own fears.

A young man began to have problems with potency, which he is afraid to admit to his wife, and he does not dare to go to the doctor. Often we are talking about banal prostatitis, but men, frightened by television advertising, are terrified of being diagnosed as “impotent”, so they try not to tell anyone about their problems. The further flow of thought coincides with the logic of the previous paragraph.

1. The man suffered psychological trauma as a child- betrayal by close women. For example, the mother abandoned the family or devoted more time to one of the other children. Having become an adult, such a person does not believe in the sincerity of relationships with the female sex. And he is so afraid of losing his other half that he suggests cheating on her.

Woman cheating

1. A man loves his wife, but at the same time he wants variety. Paradoxical but true: some people are really turned on by cheating wives. Psychologists call this the Madonna-Whore complex. Its essence is that after many years of marriage, a man begins to treat his wife as a second mother. As a result, erotic attraction leaves the relationship. To save the marriage, the husband subconsciously strives to make the image of his wife more carnal and down-to-earth. How? Imagining that she cheated on him, of course.

Woman cheating

Provoked Cheating Syndrome has an interesting side effect. By allowing his wife to cheat, a man immediately relieves himself of tension. This psychological relief makes him feel better, and his potency amazingly improves. Noticing this, the delighted wife begins to tell her husband stories about how, when and with whom she allegedly cheated on him. If the wife does not consider it necessary to play along with her husband, he himself finds a lot of evidence of his wife’s betrayal.

However, an attempt to relieve tension in such an intricate way only aggravates the situation: the man stresses himself out more and more, because he loves his wife, and provoking betrayal is only a consequence of deep-seated complexes and self-doubt. Scandal follows scandal. The logical consequence of such a situation is usually separation.

How to break the vicious circle?

Don’t take your husband’s words literally and don’t change them. On the contrary, prove to him every day that he is the one and only. Try to expand your social circle, go out together more often, but at the same time try to pay attention only to him.

Change your image. Try role-playing games. The advice may be banal, but effective. The sight of a wife in a robe, slippers, curlers and a cucumber mask on her face can excite few people.

Arrange a scene of jealousy for your husband. In moderate doses, jealousy flatters vanity. You will prove to him that you not only value him, but also consider him attractive to other women.

Say you plan to have a bunch of kids. The best insurance against betrayal for such a man is a promise to make him the father of many children.

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I would like to put on display one of the sides of my wife and I’s sexual life together. We started our relationship with her (Svetlana) when she was 15, I (Vitalik) was 18 years old. The circumstances so happened that at that time we lived in a village near the glorious city of Voronezh. She is a simple, immaculate girl without any life experience, but I am a guy who has already tasted the sinful fruit. We walked in the same group, then we started becoming friends, I accompanied her home, first kisses, annoying pauses of silence. In general, love began to swirl.

Sveta had an amazing figure. She was a thin blonde, with long legs and size 2 breasts. By the way, it was from the breast that this very story of mine began. Without any “secondary” thought, Svetlana wore a mesh T-shirt in the summer, through which you could, if you looked closely, see where her nipples began, what circumference they were and moles on the side of one of these incomparable breasts, however, as it seemed to me, this is what the guys with our surroundings.

Sveta and I were inseparable. And I, as her boyfriend, was naturally already jealous of the guys who at least somehow drew her attention to themselves. But when she was wearing that same mesh T-shirt and I saw that someone was clearly staring at her breasts, jealousy grew into something else, more intense, my consciousness became blurry and this really... excited me. Although at that time there was no sex between us. Sex happened about three months later.

She was very shy. Kissing her, I took off her T-shirt, touched her elastic girl’s breasts with my lips, gently went down to her tummy, and pulled off her skirt with my hands. From such overexcitement, I was ready to explode at any moment, but I did everything to finish what I started. After another portion of kisses and persuasion, she finally allowed me to take off my panties. I entered her. Having with difficulty made my way to the entire length of the penis, I slowly entered her for about ten, fifteen minutes, so as not to cause pain and subsequently unpleasant memories for Sveta, until I finally discharged all the energy of love and passion accumulated over these months into the sheet.

From that day on, I went to visit my beloved in a more HIGH mood. We had sex wherever we were alone. Even leaning on the sparse but high fence near her house, I entered her from behind and we both could see what her parents were doing in the yard. They, too, if they looked in our direction, saw us and this made us even more excited. Sometimes after sex, Sveta didn’t have time to put on her panties if we heard approaching steps or something else.

And she walked around in a short skirt that barely hid everything that was inaccessible to me just recently. My friends were around us and the rising wind could easily give away our secret with Sveta. This gave me the same feeling as when she was wearing a fishnet T-shirt with her breasts exposed underneath. I realized that it turns me on very much when other guys see my Svetlana’s body.

Time passed, we got married, but didn’t sign because... Svetlana was still 17. We moved from the village and bought a house and a car. One day, while taking pictures at home, I offered to photograph my young wife naked (I keep the photographs to this day), to which she easily agreed. They printed a photo of my betrothed completely naked in different poses and put it in a separate envelope in the album. My friend Pashka came to see me and while sipping beer we looked at the album and when he saw the envelope with the photos, Pashka asked what was in them and I allowed him to look.

Having taken out photos of my naked wife, he was a little taken aback, but I replied that everything was ok. and we looked at her together. Then, when he came to me, he asked me more than once to show them. We often went to the village and drank wine and vodka in the same company. Guys and girls piled into my car and drove to the river. I’m driving, Sveta is closer to me in the front passenger seat, the same Pashka is at the door, and in the back are two kissing drunks, like all of us, young couples. The radio was playing, we stopped on the shore, but no one was in a hurry to get out of the car to feed the mosquitoes. I pulled Svetka towards me and started kissing and pawing her breasts and everything else. Pasha was sitting facing us, but pretended to be communicating with someone behind him. Sveta sat with her chest towards him, kissing me. As always, she wasn't wearing a bra.

It’s night outside, but from the light of the moon you can see everything in the car. I lifted her blouse, Sveta did not resist. I saw how Pashka’s eyes sparkled and how greedily he looked at her breasts. I continued to kiss her so that she wouldn’t come to her senses and pull down her blouse, I continued to play with her breasts in every possible way and got very excited when I saw that Pashka was seeing her. Then I took Pashka’s hand without looking away from the kiss and put it on my wife’s chest. The alcohol he drank spoke about itself and Svetlana did not notice how his hand greedily groped her breasts several times, went down to her panties and .... at that moment the door opened from behind and my passengers rushed out to swim. Pashka pulled back his hand and followed.

We recovered and went with my wife to the company. Pavlik asked me about what happened, to which I replied that I don’t mind if the opportunity comes up and Svetka allows him to touch her or something more. The drunk guys decided to swim without swimming trunks and insisted on following the same example of their two companions, to which one agreed to take off only her top, and the second, on the contrary, left only a T-shirt that barely covered her ass and they all ran to swim together. Pashka left with them. I suggested that Sveta strip naked and put on my T-shirt. After a short pause, she waved her hand, changed into my T-shirt, and with her eyes shining from wine, we followed. She swam poorly and stayed closer to the shore. I took her in my arms and put her back on the water, like I was teaching her to swim on her back.

She floundered with her legs, her T-shirt rode up to her chest. The rest swam in the middle of the river. I saw that Pashka swam very close to us with his outstretched hand. Sveta lay there, not hearing anything, as I held her on the water and slowly moved her around. Pashka came very close. Together we admired her thighs, tummy, and slightly swollen labia. Sveta raised her head and saw Pashka. Pashka, without being taken aback, said cheerfully that you don’t know how to swim and you’re teaching your wife wrong, took Sveta in his arms and jokingly dragged her into the depths.

Svetka laughed and began to grab onto him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and his waist with her legs, so as not to choke on water and told Pashka to take her to the shore or let her go. Pashka did not drag out this joke and took it closer to the shore. Sveta was not offended; everyone understood that it was a joke. And only Pashka and I cooled our ardor in the water for some time, I from what I saw, and he (as he later told me) from the hot touch of her labia on his stomach. We went to spend the night with him and took the rest home. Only my wife and I and Pashka remained. So as not to upset our mother (mother-in-law) with our drunken appearance, we stayed at Pashka’s for the night.

We went to bed. My memories of swimming and the seething blood in Svetlana, mixed with alcohol, did not allow me to sleep. Sveta, naked, moaned under me, I stopped, but without leaving her, I suggested that she invite Pashka to bed, the agreement took about five minutes and she hesitantly agreed. I, panting with excitement, went into the next room where Pashka was sleeping and heard my wife whisper: “I’m completely naked.” But I already showed Pashka to follow me. He jumped up, as if in alarm, and with a stupid question “where and why”, he followed me. Sveta was lying covered with a blanket, I lay down next to her, Pashka was on the other side.

I started kissing my wife and slowly pulled the blanket off her. Pavlik began to stroke and cover my wife’s body with kisses, going down to her pussy. I was kissing her chest when I heard her breathing quicken and a slight moan was heard. I saw Pashka greedily licking my wife’s labia and clitoris. Svetlana’s stiffness began to disappear and she relaxed, spreading her legs wider, giving herself to two excited males. She pulled me towards her, probably still embarrassed by this situation. I entered her pussy, hot and wet from Pashka’s kisses, several times. Then he moved away and gave it to his friend. I have never experienced such a peak of excitement before.

Pashka, a stranger, rose above Svetlanka, ran his hand from her neck along her chest to her very thighs, in one motion spread my wife’s legs and thrust his penis into her, and began to increase the pace of slapping his pubis against her pubis. This went on forever, it seemed to me, Sveta hugged him with one hand and held my hand with the other, swinging her hips in rhythm and moaning, whispering words of pleasure. We changed positions, then Pashka had her from behind and I, pressing her head to me, stuck my dick into her mouth, then, on the contrary, doggy style, I entered her from behind and saw Pashka’s dick every now and then bursting into her mouth between the lips that I had recently kissed and his dick rests against her cheeks. I came first on her back.

Pashka put Svetka on her back in a masterly manner, pressed himself against her body and, very rhythmically expecting an orgasm, began to fuck her. My wife moaned under him and squirmed. And finally, he took his dick out of her and came on her stomach. I saw how sperm burst out of the pulsating penis onto her chest, with the next push onto her stomach and the last drops fell on her pubis, flowing down the red, chafed labia, swollen with excitement.

Waking up in the morning, we all pretended that nothing had happened and went about our business. Later, in a conversation with my wife, she admitted that she would not mind infrequent meetings for sex in a threesome. However, this was the case until we grew up. Now I’m 29, she’s 26, we have two children. when the youngest grows up to such an age that he can be sent along with the eldest daughter to his grandmother, I hope everything will repeat itself as then. Just how to convince your wife, it looks like she’s no longer so in the mood for this kind of sex. And there is no suitable porter. Maybe someone can help with advice, or maybe with action?

I am a married woman and everything seems to be fine in our marriage. I love my husband and he loves me. But one story happened in my life that turned everything upside down.

Is sex with a friend possible?

It happened at the resort. We went on vacation as four couples. My husband and I and three other couples of our friends. There were no children with us; some were vacationing with their grandmothers, others in camps. We have been communicating with these friends for a long time. In every family, our friends, there are, of course, disagreements, but on the whole these are prosperous couples. This was not the first time we went on vacation together at the seaside. It's always more fun with a group - you can exchange impressions from excursions and have fun at the resort evenings.

One of these evenings we sat in a restaurant, drank, danced, and told stories. It was fun, and no one was in a hurry to go to their rooms. Then we went for a walk together around the hotel grounds. After talking a little with friends, everyone went out for a walk in pairs. My husband got tired and went to bed in the room, but I felt energetic, I didn’t want to end this evening at all. I decided to sit on a sunbed by the sea for a while, watch the sunset and dream.

Upset friend

Soon I saw Vitaly, he was walking towards the beach, holding a bottle of red wine in his hands. It was dark on the shore, and Vitya did not immediately pay attention to me.
-Where is Lena? - I asked my husband’s friend.
- We had a fight.
Vitaly told me about a quarrel that he had with his wife. He was upset and asked my advice. I understood that this was a temporary disagreement, I reassured Vitaly, saying that they would make peace, the deadline would be tomorrow morning.

Vitaly invited me to take a walk, we chatted about male and female psychology and headed along the shore. At first we discussed options for how he could make amends for his small offense to Lena, and then we moved on to other topics. We remembered the day's excursion and the funny moments that happened during the day. During the conversations, they did not notice how they emptied the bottle of wine that Vitaly had taken with him.

Friend, me and sex...

It was dark outside, moving away from the hotel, we wandered onto a deserted beach. At some point, Vitya’s shoulder touched my shoulder, and I felt “goosebumps” running through my body. Having driven away the sudden surge of fantasies, I suggested that he return to the hotel. And then I felt Vitaly’s hand fall on my back, he was stroking me, going lower and lower. I understood that I needed to stop this, but I couldn’t. Turning me to face him and looking straight into my eyes, Vitaly whispered:
- Svetka, you can’t even imagine how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. I want you so much. What happened next was something I never expected from myself. I didn’t resist at all and gave myself to him right on the beach. It was very passionate sex, and after that we lay silently, looking at the stars.

What to do after sex with a friend?

Returning to the room, I found Sergei sleeping. I couldn't sleep until the morning. The next day, complaining of a headache, she stayed at the hotel, and the whole group of friends went on another excursion. All day I was tormented thinking about my action, remembering sex with my husband’s friend. I understood that this was not only not good, it was so wrong... But nevertheless, deep down in my soul I wanted to repeat it again.

I didn’t know how I would look into my friend’s eyes, because we had three more days to spend together on vacation. At breakfast, I saw Lena’s happy face and realized that they had made peace. I haven’t seen Vitaly since this morning. Lena reported that after yesterday's busy excursion program he was sleeping off. I began to hope that maybe the remaining days of vacation would fly by and we wouldn’t see him, but in the evening we had to meet Vitaly again.

Meeting my husband's friend after sex

My husband invited me to an Italian restaurant, but I had no idea that our whole company would gather there. There was another reason to jointly celebrate some event. Vitaly and I sat opposite each other, and our gazes periodically met. Every time I saw his eyes, a current pierced my body, I immediately remembered that night and understood that he was thinking about the same thing.

It seemed that no one around us noticed what was happening between us, everyone was joking and laughing, and soon slow dancing began. I hastened to invite my husband to the dance. Vitaly first danced with his wife, and then with Marina. When another slow melody began to play, he asked me to dance. I refused, complaining of fatigue, but Sergei himself began to persuade me:
- Come on Svetik, dance with my friend, and for now I’ll invite his beautiful Elena.

If only he knew... Outwardly, our dance was no different from others, Vitaly very carefully supported me by the waist, without showing any inappropriate gestures. What was happening between us at that moment... Vitaly spoke in a quiet voice:
- I would really like to repeat what happened. How can we arrange this?
- No way, this will never happen again.
- Do you believe in this yourself?
How could I believe, I was burning with desire, and I felt that Vitaly was too. Outwardly, our dialogue looked like ordinary social chatter, loud music was playing, and no one else heard the words we spoke.

Tell me what to do after sex with a friend

After this evening, Vitaly made more than once attempts to meet with me alone, but I have so far managed to avoid such moments.

It’s strange, but after what happened with my husband’s friend, our marital sex became more vibrant. My husband was even surprised at the changes that had taken place in me.

I don’t know what to do now. Several conflicting feelings are fighting inside me. I understand that I love my Sergei and do not want to destroy our marriage, but at the same time I am very attracted to his friend.

In terms of the strength of my emotions, our relationship with Vitalik reminds me of my first sexual experience.

I understand that this is not good and many will judge me, but didn’t you have such forbidden desires? Tell me what should I do?

No wonder I was worried, it seems. Everyone returned flushed and happy. Both my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt was already short, it had ridden up to her navel, and she seemed to really like it.

I am a husband, and I remember for a long time how my wife went fishing with me and her friends. Another fishing trip I had with my friends. All fishing - fishing. Only we didn’t catch any fish then...

I had an old minibus at the time. It was called a beetle. So my friends and I, on this beetle, went fishing almost every weekend. My wife apparently got tired of my constant absence and decided to go fishing with me and my friends too. See what we men are doing there.

Only when we completely arrived at our beloved deserted place did I understand how I ended up, big time. I understood right away. Because upon arrival, my wife said that she had forgotten her swimsuit at home. And not only the swimsuit, but also all the other things. I prepared a bag with things and forgot - stupid.

Well, don’t go back a hundred kilometers because of your wife. Okay, I say. Sunbathe in your shorts. We are all grown-up men. Haven't seen women in shorts - or something...

So, my wife says, I put the tracksuit directly on my naked body. I thought about wearing a swimsuit on the spot. And that’s how it turned out. I'll have to wear a T-shirt for now. In sports pants, I'm already tired. And my wife took off her pants. But in vain. Her T-shirt only reached the middle of her bare round butt. And for this reason, our fishing began to end.

Especially when the wife leaned over, so innocently, by the fire. There was such a goldfish peeking out from under a T-shirt that my friends’ eyes, like crayfish’s, popped out of their sockets. And the men, only now they were staring at my wife, apparently hoping to look at this fish one more time.

This fish often peeked out from under my wife’s T-shirt and from the front, and this dark triangle put an end to our fishing with my friends. My friends, together they rushed to help their wife manage the fire. They are also my friends. They traded fishing for a woman without panties. At least they caught it by ear - such bastards.

And soon, my friends went to the forest to help my half-naked wife, collect firewood. They went, and I stayed like an idiot, fishing. What could I do? He himself brought his wife fishing. Who could have known that everything would work out like this.

My friends, my wife and I collected firewood for a whole hour. I was already starting to worry. What if they are such bastards that they start collecting firewood under my wife’s T-shirt? What then? A??? She's not wearing any panties.

No wonder I was worried, it seems. Everyone returned flushed and happy. Both my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt was already short, it had ridden up to her navel, and she seemed to really like it. Of course, what woman wouldn’t like to be the center of attention from men? And all the attention of my friends was directed only to the charms of my wife.

It all ended with the wife, heated by the increased male attention, taking off her T-shirt and remaining in front of us as men, in what her mother gave birth to. And I’ll tell you, my wife has never looked as seductive as she did on that fishing trip. I soon dragged her into the woods myself, supposedly to collect firewood.

And I even resigned myself to the fact that my wife, in front of us men, was walking around naked. But I won’t take my wife fishing with friends anymore, no matter how much my friends ask me.

Or maybe? Who knows? There is something unusual about this that might be worth thinking about... I just wonder what it was in the little forest, my slutty wife, did with my friends without underwear. This little thought is petty and now haunts me. They barely got any firewood in a whole hour. And my friends and I didn’t catch any fish then. Why did it happen. Yes, maybe my wife is not such a fool as I thought at first. And it’s not for nothing that she forgot her panties and things at home. What about the guys? Maybe I'm a fool myself!!!?