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tw: deception. no actual cuckolding. teasing/edging. slow-burn. dragging/rant.
I never thought of myself as a cuck. I know I’d never truly want my wife with another man; the post nut-clarity is too intense. That’s why I’ve never told her about this fantasy. But in ashamed secrecy, I’ve put her into situations where I can experience it vicariously, which I then use to get off when we’re having sex, or when I’m alone.
We’ve been married for close to 5 years now. I had two girlfriends (both very short term) and she had one long term boyfriend (from high school) before we started dating and eventually married. We both come from conservative backgrounds and both have rather moderate traditional values.
I guess I should start from when these ideas started taking over my mind. My wife has always been a big church goer. She comes from a close and big family that has deep ties to the church (her family is heavily involved in the operations of said church). When I was still getting to know her in college, she stood out in two ways. Her physical beauty (above average bust, wider hips, a big ass for a white girl) but also the way she treated other guys. She had a reputation for being a prude. Even the guys that were really “cool” and could usually initiate physical contact with any girl could not even come close to her. She later explained that she didn’t trust men after her first boyfriend. She wasn’t okay with any physical contact from the opposite sex outside of her family.
This doesn’t mean guys didn’t try… hell, I had to witness firsthand just how many guys approached her during our college days. Maybe this experience is what started me down this path.
The first situation I witnessed that really set this fantasy into overdrive was after a couple months of dating. She invited me to her church (one of her dealbreakers) to introduce me to everyone important to her. Everything was routine until the end of the day. We were wrapping up cleaning some of the rooms in the church when this older gentleman approached us. When my wife recognized who it was, she took off running into his arms for a hug. She called him “Uncle B” (Obviously not his real name but her calling him “Uncle” was real).
Assuming it was a relative, I didn’t pay too close attention but I did notice how his arm wrapped around her waist during the hug. Particularly how the pressure from his hands on her lower back accentuated her curves through her Sunday dress.
Again, her calling him “Uncle” kind of disarmed me, if I had known at the time that they weren’t related, the way he hugged her would have sent all types of alarm bells running through my head. She’d later explain that he wasn’t her actual Uncle but was such a close family friend that he might as well have been.
Run ins with Uncle B from then until our wedding were pretty inconsistent and didn’t always involve an embrace. I know it’s fucked up, but that very first time she hugged him in front of me makes me still nut within a second when we’re having sex.
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