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As the title states, She’s gone (F41). After about a year of gradually increasing cuckolding with two studs one became her boyfriend.
The F’d up thing about this is I [M62] did suggest that we try MMF play. I’d experienced it before for 2 1/2 years and with the guy that eventually became this (now former) GF’s BF or FB. In the previous relationship that lady I was with liked the sex with him but it was me she wanted more. They had sex for maybe 30 minutes and he left shortly after and we then had our time.
About 3 years has passed since that previous relationship. When I met this current woman we were quite open about our past sexual experiences and she was intrigued by the dynamic I described above. After much discussion it began with us seeing a married guy (M54) who was with us both once a week. There was lot’s of intensity and no issues. The only downside was he’s a very busy man and sometimes he just didn’t have time for us. After a couple of week’s when he couldn’t make it, I suggested she might like to meet this guy I’d had experience with from the previous relationship, and so we did.
And that’s when the trouble began. Mark [M39] is decent looking, outgoing, funny, interesting, in good shape and twice my size in the penis department. And something about him had changed in the 3 years that had passed since the previous relationship when we’d played together. This time around, with this girlfriend of mine, it was marathon sessions, often ending with him seeming like he was trying to flatten the mattress with her.
The frequency of their intercourse and the amount of attention she gave him through constant text messaging, the dating, the gifts, the 2-3 times a week sex, it spiraled me through the roof. At that level there’s just not enough time for “us” aftercare. The sharing of their text messages with me dried up as did my invitations to join them. Before things got really bad she was spending 10+ hours a week with him, plus 2 hours a week with the married guy. The week long beach trip for the two of them that I reluctantly agreed to allow and the pregnancy scare before hand was the nail in the coffin for me. Since it was a work related business conference for him and she’d be his plus one, he wanted her to look the way he wanted, he paid for her hair to be cut from mid back to above her shoulders, styled and colored. The brunette color we’d picked together was gone, and she became a blond. He required and paid for all her nails to be done and bought her a new wardrobe to wear including the bikini’s for their beach time.
And that was just it for me. I’d walked around in a mental fog for months. What started out as perhaps Stag/vixen play morphed into cuckolding and up to a certain point I loved it. When it went into deep polyamory, I wasn’t on board . And yes, we did lot’s of talking and communicating. It’s just that when one side doesn’t want to respect the others feelings and difficulties with what their doing, nothing real changes. It’s just talk and pseudo negotiation. We agreed before she left for Florida that we were done, but that she could come back here to stay after she got back while she made new living arrangements. The mistake that was is epic, but it’s telling is not for this reddit.
I’ve read a lot of entries on this forum, to which I’m deeply grateful. I’ve listened to podcast’s, learned the terminology and I have all respect for the men who can live this life. What we agreed to was something that came from a place of love. We talked about this often. When it became a runaway train, the loving aspect sped away with it. A part of me wishes I could somehow have learned to live with it, like so many of you do. Buried my ego and learned to love the special vibe. Did I feel outmatched by what Mark brought to the table? Sure I did, and I believe that’s a common feeling amongst men called cucks. For a time I was happy that she could enjoy sex and an emotional connection on a level I wasn’t able to give her. What I call greed on her part, and disrespect on both their parts killed the happiness I held. For me, this particular experience has left me feeling sad, angry (of course), hollowed out, gaslighted, used and ultimately unloved and burned and it’ll be a long time before I venture down this road again, if ever.
In closing I want to make clear to the Mods and reader’s that I’m not making an anti-cuckolding position here. And it wasn’t all bad. We had some spectacular experiences and my hat’s off to every man who can live the cuckold life. Your wives’ should venerate you for giving them that gift of love and trust. Let my experience lend value to what you have. This is not something you can just buy anywhere, or at any at any price. If it works for you, it’s priceless.
This is a true story which I posted in another reddit dealing with the psychology of cuckholding. It was removed after it had 5500 page views in 3 hours for being “to sexual”, despite my attempt to downplay the sexual aspect of it to conform to their guidelines. If my post seems tame for this reddit that is why. Its real and genuine and spoken from the heart.
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