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I met my wife and boyfriend in Arrivals holding the bouquet of flowers that I had bought her. It was a bit of a strange scene with her walking closely with boyfriend and me handing her the flowers. She looked radiant, the 2 weeks in the sunshine and fresh Italian food and constant sex had clearly agreed with her. “Welcome home” I said and she pecked me on the cheek saying thank you. I could smell her perfume, Sunflowers, the smell was intoxicating. Boyfriend then stepped between us shaking my hand firmly as a reminder to me of my place in the hierarchy. “I have something for you as well, as thank you for…” I paused unsure of my words “for taking care of………her”
We returned to the car, this time I loaded both their sets of luggage onto a trolley and wheeled the overloaded trolley whilst they walked behind me, my wife carrying her flowers. When we got to the car I opened the boot and took out the small but expensive crate of craft beer, “For you for making her so happy, welcome home”. My wife smiled and so did he. “Thanks man, no worries, my pleasure” he said slapping me on the back. I loaded their luggage in and we drove home as usual with the 2 of them cuddled in the back. ‘Hannah told me the house is in good shape’ my wife said from the back seat, “I can’t wait to see”. Glancing in my mirror I saw they were kissing lovingly in the back, my wife touching his face on one side whilst her tongue was in his mouth. I was not sure if they were doing this for my benefit or not.
When we got home I helped them with the cases, I took all their cases and put them in their room. Whilst he was busy opening his post (by now we seemed to be getting a disproportionate amount of his post at our house), my wife inspected the house. As well as keeping the house immaculate I made sure the fridge was fully stocked. After her inspection she went to her room to start to unpack and I started to prepare dinner.
It was whilst I was serving them dinner (I ate separately) that I noticed. I was pouring her a glass of wine, she was not wearing her wedding ring and engagement ring anymore, there was only the eternity ring that he bought her a couple of years ago and a new white gold wedding band. I did not say anything because I did not want them to spoil their welcome home dinner. After I cleared their dishes (plus mine from eating in the kitchen), we were sat in the living room watching TV. They were curled up on the sofa and I was in the adjacent armchair. My wife changed into her silk PJs. She looked so sexy and his hands were roaming all over her.
“Your not wearing your wedding ring anymore?” I asked her trying to sound light hearted.
There was a pause and she answered “yes we thought that it made sense, we saw a lovely ring in Italy and XXXX bought it for me.” I could feel her voice getting serious.
“Things are moving on and we have been very open about it I think, XXXX is now my husband in the sense of fulfilling my needs and filling the husband role so it makes sense for me to wear his ring. Your role is now the cuck and he has taken over as my husband. We bought him a ring as well”
I had not noticed, I looked at his left hand and there was a white gold band on it.
“I thought you were happy with being a cuck?” She asked me.
“Yes I am it was just a bit of a surprise that’s all, where are our rings?”
Boyfriend now interjected “Don’t worry we did not pawn them they are in YYYY’s jewellery box”
“Ok thank you” I said feeling like a real cuckold thanking the man for not pawning the engagement and wedding rings which meant so much.
“As we are talking there is something else we want to share” my wife added, “XXXX stays here so much it’s getting silly, he’s here 4 or 5 nights a week, the poor guy is constantly travelling between his place and here, he does not know if he is coming or going, we talked it all through on our honeymoon” she shared with me, I was not sure where this was going.
“His flat is empty so much of the time and he has so much of his stuff here already, so we figured he may as well just move in and then we can rent out his flat, that way we can be a real couple and you will be a real full time cuck and we can get a lot of extra cash from the rent on his flat. Besides he is my husband now and should be together daily”
I was not sure if they were asking me or telling me. I could see this made sense from a practical point of view but part of me knew this was a big final red line being crossed but I knew we had gone past the point of no return in the 3 way relationship there was turning this runaway train around, there was no going back so I agreed, I loved it as a cuck but the humiliation was so intense and the old husband in me, the little left of him was saying no, no, no he’s taking your wife and your house, your life!
“Yes that’s fine, of course I can see it makes sense” I said submissively, the powerful cuck in me won the battle with the masculine part of me, “may I worship your feet?”
Normally I would not dare ask to touch her feet in front of boyfriend but this time it was spontaneous.
“Go on I think you deserve it” she offered, her voice was so tender.
I got down on my knees at their feet, I removed her slippers and started massaging her feet. She let out a moan of satisfaction then said matter of factly to boyfriend “he’s such a cuck”
So there I was massaging her feet, processing the fact that boyfriend was now much more than a boyfriend, he had now replaced me as her husband and they were going to live together as a married couple with me their live in cuck. All the while they started kissing and touching each other.
After 10 minutes she said “we are going to bed” withdrawing her foot, I felt my prize leave my hands, “you can clean up down here now, goodnight”
They got up and went upstairs. I cleared away the empty glasses, loaded the dishwasher, turned the lights off and went to bed. Lying in my bed I heard the familiar sound of their laughter and then love making as I drifted off to sleep. For once I did not feel like wanking, I admit I did shed a tear as I drifted off to sleep.
So that’s how it came to pass, a couple of weeks later I was helping him empty his flat and move in with us permanently. A month later he rented his flat out, my wife (well his wife now) never seemed happier.
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