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They started to see each other a lot. My wife would stay at his place most weekends, packing her things and leaving Friday evening and returning late on Sundays. These weekends were tough for me, I learnt that fantasy was different to reality, the house was empty a lot whilst she spent weekends with him. My cuck angst was an issue, I worried a lot about them falling in love. I also worried about them being seen together (although it turned me on). There was also the practical side I had not considered, we needed a cover story. For example my wife’s sister popped round unannounced early one Saturday morning to see her. She said she called her but she was not picking up, I made up a story about her going shopping early, the look of suspicion in her eyes told me she knew I was lying.
She bought herself (on our joint account) a lot of new lingerie and outfits. I noticed her work attire was slightly sexier. When she returned from his I would help her unpack her bag, pour her a glass of wine and massage her feet whilst she would tell me about her weekend. Not just the sex, they were doing typical couple things going out in London. We were still having sex at that point (the cuckolding seemed to help my ED and I was very turned on), she would allow me to try when she returned from his and as I slipped my micro cock into her she would tell me about the amazing sex she had had with him. I loved the thought that he had been with and inside her only a few hours before. She used to say that she could not feel my cock at all. When she was home she was always on her phone to him. Our evenings at home would be typically be sitting on the sofa with her feet in my lap and me massaging them whilst she texts her boyfriend.
The first time I realised I was starting to lose control was one weekend where he had arranged to go out with his mates, which she was annoyed by. I tried not to say anything negative about it and was enjoying spending Saturday night with her. I had cooked her favourite dinner, we had shared a nice bottle of wine and we had settled down to watch a film. It was like the old days before we got into cuckolding. About 10pm she got a text from him saying he wanted to have sex with her, she told me she needed sex as well and wanted to go to his. I was really gutted as I was looking forwards to sleeping with her. As we had both had a drink we could not drive her, so he sent an Uber for her. In a few minutes we had gone from a romantic evening to her packing a bag and jumping in a taxi, leaving me alone in the house washing up dishes whilst he was having sex with my wife. Late the next day I went to pick her up (he was too hungover to drive apparently), she sent me his address and I waited outside his flat like a good cuck for an hour, whilst they had last fuck before she appeared for me to take her home.
They were doing typical couple things. He had introduced to his friends and family as his girlfriend. They went out with other couples and dinner parties and when summer arrived went to bbq’s and summer parties with him. He then asked her to a posh wedding which was quite far away. I took her shopping and bought her a whole new sexy outfit and lingerie for the weekend. Dress, hat, heels, bag, lingerie. It cost me a fortune. It did get my cuck juices flowing with her talking loudly in the shop, she said to one shop assistant that she was ‘going to a posh wedding with her boyfriend and needed a knock out dress and heels’, the shop assistant gave me a puzzled look. She tried on the whole outfit at home and she looked like a million dollars, I was so jealous. That weekend I dropped her at his place with her cases packed. I drove home thinking to myself that he was going to ‘trophy’ my wife to his family and friends. My cucky angst was ramping up. She sent me some pictures and they looked like the perfect couple dressed up and smiling. That was a very long weekend for me. Things were escalating and I had no control over the situation.
Part 4 to follow.
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