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Time went by and as I predicted my wife’s boyfriend started staying over more often. Each weekend either she would stay his place or he would stay at ours. I got used to seeing them on our sofa watching TV, eating dinner at our table and naturally hearing them making love in our marital bed. Even though I never saw them having sex, they were openly affectionate in front of me, holding hands, kissing, her sitting on his lap. They would shower together as well and I got used to hearing the shower running, mixed with their laughter and sounds of passion first thing in the morning as Iay in the spare room.
I became their cuck taxi driver, taking them on dates and picking them up. My wife would just tell me when and where I would be needed to drive them. I was their chauffeur for nights out in the centre of London and beyond. I would drop them, then try and find somewhere to park and get a coffee then when needed go back and pick them up. I must admit I enjoyed the humiliation, seeing them dressed up for a night out, holding hands in the back seat. I particularly enjoyed the journey home when they had been drinking. Alcohol has always made my wife very amorous, and she would be all over him on the journey home, seeing them kissing and touching each other in my rear view mirror was a huge turn on, making it hard to concentrate on the road.
Our own sex life was once every 6 weeks or so. Ironically the cuckolding had helped my ED and I could now get it up for her but I was addicted to wanking for my relief. When we did have intimacy, I did enjoy touching her body and being inside her when I could get it up. The term reclaiming is used and it is so true, even though we did not have the passion that she had with her boyfriend, it was loving and tender. When I felt my cock inside her and her tongue in my mouth (she has always been a fantastic kisser), I felt like I was reclaiming a bit of her from him and getting a small bit of my manhood back.
She did assert herself over me if needed. Once she caught me flirting with my female boss, I was working from home and she overheard my Teams call. I admit I was a bit flirty and commented how nice my boss looked, not in a creepy way at all just reassuring her that she looked great when she was fishing for a compliment. When the call ended my wife made it very clear to me that flirting with women and telling them how nice they looked was not on. In her words ‘you are my bitch and nobody else’s’ which I admit put me firmly in my cuck place and turned me on.
We still went out as well and went on a ‘date night’ once a month, it was on one such night during the summer when she made an announcement. We were at our local Italian restaurant where we had been going for years, the intimate kind of restaurant where the tables are a bit too close together and you can almost hear the conversation at the next table. When we started our cuckold journey it was where she would test the waters by flirting with the waiters in front of me. It was a warm evening and that evening she looked stunning in a light blue summer dress and sandal heels. I loved her in that dress it was one of my favourites, it clung to every curve and if you looked carefully you could just make out her underwear through the thin material, I was a very proud husband. We were having a bottle of red and some pasta when she brought it up. She told me that her and XXX were getting serious and things were ‘moving on’ as she put it. She said that he was getting jealous concerning me still having intimacy with her. She said that things had reached a point where a decision had to be made if she did not want to lose him, she was going to be exclusive to him. The words hung in the air for a moment, when I did not react she continued, we could still have some intimacy but sex was not definitely not an option. She said that it was not fair that she expected him to be faithful to her when she was still sleeping with me. I could kind of see the logic. She did not say what form the intimacy that we would still have would take. She said that she would still make sure that she ring fenced quality time for us including our date nights.
She continued and said that our sleeping arrangement were also causing a concern, after all she would not like it if he were sleeping in the same bed with another woman. Also with him staying over so often he needed some space of his own, so he would be in the main bedroom with her and I would be moving into the spare room permanently. He might be staying more frequently but she would make sure it was not so much it became an issue between us.
She did point out that I wanted this and it had been my idea for her to take a serious boyfriend / lover. I had started something and there was no going back. She reassured me that this did not mean she loved me any less, I was still her husband and ‘the love of my life’ as she put it but he was her primary romantic and sexual partner and she had to ask me to make these changes otherwise she was risking losing him (I was not sure if she was asking or telling me).
I had a mixture of emotions hit me at once. Disappointment, shame, outrage, cuck angst, humiliation but I have to admit I was also turned on. There was a part of me which was enjoying my ultimate humiliation as a husband and my total emasculation. Bizarrely one of my first thoughts was that the couples on the tables either side of us must of heard every word, I could tell from their body language that they were listening, the shame of it being outed like this in front of strangers. I must admit it was a huge turn on. After a few moments absorbing it all I just smiled and said if it made her happy then it was fine with me. She smiled and held my hand across the table.
We had desert and I paid the bill, I remember thinking how beautiful she was that evening. I noticed other men looking at her and me enviously, I was a very lucky man. As we left the restaurant she grabbed my arm. That evening I slept in the marital bed for the last time. I did not try for a last ‘sympathy fuck’ and I slept surprisingly well. The following day I cleared out my clothes from the wardrobe moved my things to the spare room. The following weekend her boyfriend stayed over and I noticed he brought some extra clothes which placed in the wardrobe.
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