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My wife realised a few years ago she was attracted to women, so she asked me if she could create a profile on a dating app and meet other women.
This was a shock initially – I had some cuckold fantasies over the years, but never thought that there was much point in bringing them, so I was surprised that it was actually her suggestion.
The part about her being attracted to women was less surprising, and I recognised that she really needed to explore her sexuality. It seemed wrong to stand in the way of that, so we agreed an arrangement where she could meet and have sex with other women, but I stayed detached and never met her girlfriends.
Before long though she found a regular partner, so I got curious and said OK, let’s meet up all 3 of us. We went for dinner and drinks and I could see there was such an intense chemistry between them, they could hardly keep their hands off each other, even though we were in public and this was our first meeting together.
As we ended the evening, and we went separate ways, my wife seemed very torn, so I asked her what she was thinking. She said she wanted to invite her girlfriend back to our place, but wasn’t sure because we’d not talked about it before.
I had never seen her like that before, and it was clear that this was more than just sexual, and they had a deep emotional connection. To deny it was futile.
So I agreed that next time she could come for dinner at our place and stay over. Again, they could hardly restrain themselves during dinner, I knew they were holding hands under the table, and perhaps more, and they were stealing kisses whenever they thought I wasn’t looking.
We all moved to the bedroom, and there was an incredible moment of tension where none of us spoke. For a moment I’d hoped they would be OK if I watched. If it had been a male bull, I imagine most likely there would have been no issue.
But her girlfriend I could sense was not comfortable with that. Our eyes met I and just knew – I could see the hunger, and feel her alpha energy. So I got my things and a pillow and went to sleep in the spare bedroom without hardly a word.
I was deeply conflicted, caught between so many emotions. I could hardly believe what was happening. There was some jealousy that her lover would get what I was being denied, a lot of shame that I’d been replaced so quickly. Yet also a profound feeling of love, seeing my wife so blissfully happy and in love. And most of all it was incredibly exciting.
Within minutes I could hear their moans and screams through the wall, and my heart was pounding through my chest. Part of me wanted so badly to go back to the main bedroom, but already I also knew that door was closed, literally and metaphorically.
My cock was so hard, I knew if I touched it it would explode, so I held out as long as I could. The sounds from next door got louder and my mind went wild imagining them in different positions. As it went on and on, longer than I could believe, the thought struck me that I hadn’t just been replaced, I’d been totally outclassed – I’d never been able to give her the kind of sex I was hearing now
I could hold out no longer, and came long and hard. Despite this, I stayed hard for a long time afterwards. As I lay back, I felt a profound sense of acceptance and even relief. This was my new place – I was truly a cuckold now, even though the reality was quite different from the fantasy I’d imagined before.
The next morning, my wife came to join me in the spare room, and I saw that she was conflicted with guilt at how quickly things had escalated the night before.
After much reassurance, she started crying – the whole experience had been overwhelming, but in an intensely positive way. She asked if I was truly OK if we continued like this, and I said yes. And in that moment, I felt more connected to her than I’d been for a long time.
I had a sense that things had permanently changed. I had no idea though how true that would turn out to be!
More to come in part 2..