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He’s really very well endowed, Honey, exactly as I wanted him to be for the job he’s going to do. And, of course, I know that you aren’t gay, that’s not the reason; but I find the idea of watching a very athletic and virile man take your anal virginity in front of me utterly arousing, and he’s going to do it for me and you to submit.

Politely, you said, “you shouldn’t have …” when your boss gave your wife an expensive fur coat as a present. You found his answer, “you’re welcome; she has really earned it,” very odd, until, a few days afterward, he showed you a video of what your wife had very willingly done to earn it.

Honey, I would prefer that tonight he fucked me again in front of you, like last week; I found it more arousing and I came more intensely than when we used to do it behind your back.

It started as traditional cuckolding for us. A way to spice things up, a way to address the undeniable truth that my wife needed and wanted more sexually. We both knew it. In the past, she’d cheated on every man she’d been with, and that knowledge was a huge turn-on for me. I didn’t mind. I found it exciting. She had her share of toxic relationships, drawn to the intense, raw sex with the "Alpha Type" guy. But when we found each other, she was ready for someone different. A nice guy, someone who put her first. I was that guy. We both desired for her to cuckold me, to find men who were more physically dominant, guys who could give her that mind-blowing fucking I can’t.

It worked. It still works. I’m what many women would call sexually inadequate. Yes, far below average in length and girth. But I make up for what I can’t give her with my feminine touch, with the way I worship her body and her sexuality. I take care of her in ways that go beyond the bedroom. Keeping our home running smoothly, doing most of the laundry, cooking, and cleaning. I take care of the kids, allowing her the freedom to relax and enjoy herself with other men.

There’s always been a push and pull inside me. A constant tug of war between my desire to be cuckolded and my internal struggle to be the man I think I should be. It’s hard to let go of the masculinity society says I should embody, but when I do, it’s liberating. It’s an incredible rush watching my wife be sexually free, hearing her stories, seeing her pictures, and even sharing some of her experiences with me. When we’re together, I know I can’t compare to the other men she’s with. There’s no comparison. I’m a cuckold for a reason. I can’t reclaim her, I can reconnect with her. But it boils over into fear, shame, humiliation, and inadequacy. All the things you see in cuckold porn. But this isn’t fantasy, it’s my real life.

I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t ask for my wife to fall in love with another man. It’s something I thought I didn’t want. But deep down, looking at the progression of my cuckolding journey over a decade, I think it’s fair to say I did ask for it. As much as I didn’t want it, I wanted it enough to encourage her. I wanted it enough to keep encouraging her, even today.

When she met him, there was an instant connection. A spark of new relationship energy, an excitement neither of us had expected. It scared the hell out of me. Over the years that followed, it tore my heart apart, shattered my confidence, and tested every ounce of my mental strength. Yet, despite the pain, it brought me the greatest sexual pleasure, the kind of excitement and release I had never known of felt before. The very thing that broke me also awakened something inside me, something deeper, darker, and more exhilarating than I ever could have imagined.

They call it emotional cuckolding, a dance of power, love, and vulnerability. It’s not just about watching your wife fuck someone else. It’s witnessing her emotional connection with another man, feeling your place in her life shift as she falls in love with someone else, and realizing how much you want to be part of that dynamic, even if it hurts.

As a cuckold, the thought of my wife falling in love with another man wasn’t a turn-on. I didn’t think it would happen. But then it did, and it aroused me in a way I never imagined. There’s a thrill that rises from seeing your wife form a deeper emotional bond with someone else. The rawness of watching her fall in love, to see her laugh, share secrets, and create memories with him. It’s not just about physical attraction. It’s the intimacy, the connection, the feeling of knowing that someone else has touched her heart in a way I haven’t in some time. It’s almost a release, a surrender to the fact that now not just her sexual needs but also her emotional needs might be fulfilled by someone else, and yet, I remain on the periphery, watching, feeling both pain and pleasure.

The arousal that comes from emotional cuckolding is unlike any other. It’s hard to explain. It’s not just jealousy. It’s a twisted form of love. Seeing your wife with another man may bring a surge of insecurity and fear, but it also evokes a deep desire for her. The fact that she’s willing to explore her emotions with him while still sharing love and connection with me makes me feel both excluded and included in ways I can’t fully describe. You love her enough to let her be free, to let her explore another part of herself, and that in itself is a deeply satisfying feeling.

It’s the paradox of it all. The pleasure that comes from seeing her fulfilled in ways I can’t provide. That’s the rush. Knowing that her happiness, even if it comes from someone else, fuels my arousal. The way she smiles when she talks about him, the tenderness in her voice when she mentions his name, the first time she tells me she loves him. These are the moments that make the cuckold’s heart race and dick drip. It’s not just about watching sex unfold. It’s about understanding that I’m part of a bigger emotional puzzle, a love story that’s larger than just physical attraction. Then, I encourage it. I encourage her to fall deeper in love, to spend nights, weekends, and vacations with him. 

As a cuckold, there’s an element of deep self-awareness that adds to the thrill. You understand your own vulnerability, your own inadequacy, and that knowledge becomes a strange source of empowerment. You know that, despite your fears and insecurities, you can still be an integral part of her life. The fact that she still loves you, still values your friendship, while falling for someone else, creates an intoxicating dynamic. It’s about navigating the balance between pain and pleasure, between knowing you’re not enough for her in some ways, but still being the one she turns to when she needs comfort, support, or emotional stability.

The beauty of emotional cuckolding is that it forces you to confront your deepest fears and desires. It’s not just about the humiliation or voyeuristic thrill. It’s about the challenge of accepting that your wife can find someone who touches her heart in a way you haven’t in a while, and yet, still choosing to stand by her. You understand that emotional fulfillment doesn’t diminish your connection. It enhances it. It’s about watching her grow, not just sexually, but emotionally, and realizing that your own journey as a cuckold is one of self-discovery, too. It’s a blend of polyamory and cuckolding, with cuckolding as part of the kink, the fact that you’re not polyamorous yourself, and you're not dating others, makes the dynamic even more powerful.

In emotional cuckolding, every glance, every touch, every whispered conversation between her and her boyfriend sends a jolt of pain and pleasure through your body. But what makes it more arousing is the understanding that you don’t just crave to watch her be loved by another man. You crave to witness her love him. To feel her heart race when she’s with him, and to know you were the one who helped her find that love. It’s a delicate balance of love, pain, and desire, and in that complexity lies the true thrill of emotional cuckolding.

Honey, don’t I look sexier than ever and don’t you want me more than ever now that I have sex only with your boss?

Honey, don’t I look sexier than ever and don’t you want me more than ever now that I have sex only with your boss?

“Yes, we both are married,” your wife whispered, “but who cares?” Maybe you care but your wife doesn’t, she won’t let that sweet married pussy escape her grip… for caring about some vows.

Think of me sucking your boss’ cock, about him coming in my mouth, about me kissing you afterward, and about me spitting his cum into your mouth.

Do you know what I really like about happily married girls?

I don't know, what?

Their loud pleasure moans the first time I have sex with them in their marital bed while their hubbies sleep in the guest bedroom.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ VALENTINE’S DAY ❤❤❤

– Guys, Valentine’s Dates aren’t that complicated, give and you shall receive.

– ❥ YOU GAVE: needless to say, the flowers. But also the black dress, the lingerie, the stockings, the shoes, the French eau the parfum, the earrings …

– ❥ YOU RECEIVED: Your wife asked you if you wanted to watch her get ready for her date, and, of course, you thanked her dearly for allowing you to do it. And, after their date, you craved so much a little bit of intimacy with her that you almost begged, “would you allow me to go down on you;” and she kindly said, “yes, of course, Honey, I was hoping you asked for it; what could make this day more special for us?”

You blushed crimson red several times; your wife was in the swimming pool in front of your boss and she not only was topless … it was more than obvious that she had chosen to be topless for him, to make him want her. But all of it was nothing compared with the moment you heard your boss say, “find an excuse to let me alone with your wife, tell her that you forgot to bring some papers you have at home,” and you obeyed, you obeyed as submissively as if you had told him, “Sir, you don’t need to use condom if you don’t want to.”

It did pain you to know that he was the one who provided her with the sexual satisfaction that she craved -- but what he gave her was (you knew -- and she knew -- and he knew) something that you simply couldn't, so you accepted your place as her cuckold, and, in a way, you felt a sense of gratitude that this was an arrangement that all three of you were content with.

There were rumors about your promotion going around when your boss invited you and your wife to spend a weekend with him at his villa. Then, he showed you big box; “a present for your wife,” he said. You saw the dress, and even what looked like lingerie. He added, “she might want to wear it for me, don’t you think?” Blushing, you said, “she probably will.”

Probably because you are very aware of your shortcomings in bed; you asked your wife, “Honey, I know you were having an affair with your boss when we started dating, do you still miss him sometimes?” and she said, “No, I don’t miss him; just after the honeymoon I decided that I had married a wonderful man in many ways but that it was obvious that I needed a lover, him.”

Your wife sent a video-message to your boss, adding, “you have sent my hubby away on a business trip and I’m feeling very lonely, very, very lonely. Do you think you could be of any help?” Since then, your boss sends you on business trips at least once a month.

When they travel together, they actually travel as husband and wife, and from the pictures you sometimes see of them, you know that these vacations are filled with not just adventure but also lots of romance. The rest of the year, your wife makes herself available to him for sex whenever, and wherever, he wants -- which is usually two or three times a week, and most often in the main bedroom of your house. All of this is just something you have come to accept as the way your marriage is. You know that not every man would be able to deal with having a wife who had a relationship "on the side" like the one your wife has with your boss, but it's an arrangement that works for the two of you and you feel lucky and blessed to have her as your wife.

Really, your boss not only has told you that he has fucked me but also that you are not longer allowed to have sex with me; exception made of licking my just fucked pussy clean whenever he tells you to do it. And you have agreed to do it, don’t you?

It wasn’t the first time you had gone down on your wife after she had had sex with her boss and lover; but this time was different. He was sitting on the living room sofa, your wife had fastened a collar around your neck and had led you on all fours by a leash to the living room. She was looking at you as you, on your knees, used your tongue, and then she said, “I have told him that I make you lick my pussy clean after I have sex with him and asked him if he wanted to see you do it.”

Patek Philippe 🤍

IS IT WHAT YOUR BOSS TOLD YOU TO DO? YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT OUTSIDE THE ROOM, BY THE DOOR, WHILE HE FUCKS ME. IT'S FINE FOR ME. HIS COCK IS BIG, TO 'WATCH' USE YOUR IMAGINATION.

love you more than ever my darling hotwife

Honey, if I fuck him … what would you do?

And just as you were about to leave, you turned around to say goodbye -- and to tell your wife that you love her -- but when you did you saw that they were already in each other's arms kissing and laughing and paying absolutely no attention to you.

Calm down, Honey. Even if you've missed me a lot, half an hour ago I was in your boss' bed.

Oh my God! He had never been so eager to go down on me before, and he knows that I have just been bareback fucked!

You were aware that your boss thought you had a sexy wife, but you still never expected him to try to date her, or for her to agree to date him.

So, Honey, you’ve been here masturbating while your boss fucked me, don’t you?.

So, Honey, you’ve been here masturbating while your boss fucked me, don’t you?.

Your wife unwrapped your Xmas present for her and asked you teasingly, “honey, for whom do you think I’m going to wear this lingerie set?” You blushed, casted your eyes down, and finally stuttered, “I guess… you’ll… wear it for your boss first.