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Wife, Husband and Boyfriend Part 16 – Wedding Dress Reflections [True]
Sleeping in a budget hotel whilst someone else was fucking my wife in her wedding dress 200 miles away was not easy. Once again I had made the error of wanking and the post nut clarity was hitting me hard. Travelling back the next morning my 200 mile drive gave me a lot of time to think.
Seeing my wife looking exactly as she did on our wedding day 10 years ago brought back so many memories. We were younger and naive and not even heard of cuckolding or non-monogamy, only wanting unconditionally what each other could give. My wife was so understanding about my ED and was so patient waiting for me to consummate our marriage. Seeing her now in all her splendour in her bridal lingerie and dress really hit home on how much I had lost in the last 10 years.
I was very very aware that him fucking her in her bridal lingerie and wedding dress was very symbolic. A symbol of his ownership of her and the change of my role from being her husband and lover to her obedient cuck. He had replaced me as the husband and lover, enjoying the access (to her body) and privileges that are reserved for her husband.
As I drove home I reflected on how tough it was being a cuck, sacrificing everything that you thought was normal in your old life and allowing another man to bond with your wife both physically and emotionally. Far harder than being a cuckoldress or the bull / boyfriend (in my opinion). I had given up pretty much every aspect of my old life. I had even allowed them to go public, humiliating me as the cuck to so many, whilst boyfriend’s standing has only grown in the eyes of so many including my wife.
I consoled myself that this is who I truly am. I had never really enjoyed sex with my previous partners, not the act of penetration anyway, my micro penis always leaving my partners disappointed. I was far more comfortable letting other men satisfy my wife and enjoying their pleasure from afar, or being at my wife’s feet worshipping and kissing her feet, heels and boots.
I was aware the wedding dress moment was a symbol of my ultimate emasculation as a man. My wife would no doubt lose a bit more respect for me as she had done so many times already. But that was who I am, no longer a husband but a cuck in every sense of the word. This was my calling and I was comfortable and happy deep down in myself even if the man in me was running alarm bells.
4 hours driving later I pulled up in our drive. I went inside. Wife and boyfriend were sitting in the kitchen.
“Did you enjoy the show last night?” my wife asked.
“Very much so, you looked amazing” I replied.
“Don’t get your hopes up, she my bride now! Boyfriend said laughing.
“Yes I know” was all I could think to reply.
They started kissing in front of me.
“Go to your room, we want some alone time” My wife ordered me.
I went to my room to unpack my overnight case. I found my wife’s Bridal lingerie under my pillow. Smelling it was pure torture. It smelt of the perfume she had worn on our wedding day combined with the smell of sex. She had kept everything, I had forgotten about the special wedding perfume she had worn. She had recreated her wedding perfectly for her new husband.