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This is the evolution of my girlfriend (let’s call her Emily, 26f) and my relationship (I’m 30m). It started as the hottest fantasy I could imagine… and now I’m living in my own personal hell. I brought this on myself, and I’m still here for it.
It began about a year ago. Money was tight, so we decided to try camming on Cam Soda. I set up the lights, the account, everything. Emily was nervous at first but she’s naturally gorgeous and flirty, so the first show exploded. We made more in one night than I make in a week at my job. She loved the attention, the compliments, the tips. I loved watching her perform for hundreds of strangers. It turned me on more than I expected.
That’s when my lifelong cuckold fantasies kicked into overdrive. I’d always jerked off to the idea of her with other men, but now I was seeing her get off on being watched. After a few weeks of successful streams I sat her down and proposed opening the relationship. “It’ll just be fun,” I said. “You can explore, I get to live out my fantasy, we both win.” She was super hesitant. She kept asking “Are you 100% sure? This isn’t something we can take back.” I reassured her, told her it was my deepest kink, and eventually she agreed… but only because she trusted me.
The first month was exactly what I wanted. She went on a couple dates, came home with stories, and I’d fuck her while she told me every detail. It was electric.
Then it changed fast.
By month two she was going out 3–4 nights a week. By month three she started bringing guys home. At first it was once or twice a week. Now? Almost every single day. She has a steady rotation of “bulls” (her word, not mine) who just show up at our apartment like it’s their place. She doesn’t even text me anymore when she’s bringing someone over. I’ll walk in from work and hear her loud, porn-star moans coming from our bedroom while some guy is railing her. She’s louder with them than she ever was with me. The headboard slams against the wall, she screams their names, tells them how much bigger they are, how much better it feels. I just sit on the couch in the living room like a loser, cock locked in my hand, listening.
And the open relationship part I begged for? Total joke.
I’ve tried dating apps, bars, even reached out to a few girls from our old cam audience. Zero success. I get unmatched, ghosted, or straight-up laughed at when I mention we’re open. Meanwhile Emily is getting fucked daily by guys who are objectively hotter, fitter, and more dominant than me. She comes out of the bedroom glowing, gives me a little kiss on the cheek like I’m her roommate, and tells me “Thanks for being so cool about this, babe.” Then she goes right back in for round two.
I’m the one who proposed this. I’m the one who pushed her into it. And now I’m the lonely, sexless cuck sitting alone every night while my girlfriend has turned our apartment into a free-use fuck pad. She still says she loves me… but the way she looks at me now is different. There’s pity mixed with amusement.
I don’t know if I want advice, sympathy, or just to vent. Probably all three. Has anyone else’s “hotwife experiment” gone this far off the rails? Did your girlfriend turn into an absolute slut the second you gave her the green light, while you got left holding your dick?
I’m still here. Still hard every time I hear her getting destroyed in the next room. Still paying all the bills and doing the chores while she lives her best life.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far. This is my new normal.
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