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The public nature of the relationship seemed to be like them ‘taking the hand brake off’ with respect to them becoming in every sense a full on couple. Now there was no pretence of hiding that they were lovers. On the home front he now had a key as well and came and went as he pleased.
Their social media accounts became a love diary / album of the two of them, recording their dates and relationship. With every post of them together and every comment or ‘like’ from friends my cuck angst soared. The public nature of my outing as a cuck made my cuck humiliation so intense. Even though I hatred myself for doing it, after a while I started liking and commenting on their social media posts as well. If she posted a selfie of them together on a date I would do a heart like and comment something like ‘have a good time’, knowing her connections (and she has hundreds) would see my comments. I would wank over their posts and my public cuck shaming .
Our date nights evolved as well. Previously I would take my wife out once a month for dinner, cinema or maybe a show. After they went public, these nights changed with regards to boyfriend having a more active role. Shortly after them going public, when I asked my wife about going for dinner she told me that, like when I asked him for permission to take her on holiday, I would need to ask him for permission to take her out. So I started asking him if it was ok for me to take her out on dates. The first time I asked him if I could take her for dinner on Friday evening, he replied yes but with a caveat that she needed to be back by 11pm. At first I thought he was joking, I laughed but when he did not do the same it was obvious he was serious. So that Friday I took her for dinner, she looked stunning as always in a black dress turning heads. With regards to the curfew my wife just laughed and said as she was putting on her ear rings “he’s just showing you who’s boss”. During the date we discussed going public over a glass of red wine, it had been stressful time for both of us. My wife said “it’s funny, now he is officially my boyfriend I feel quite unfaithful going for a meal with you, what if someone sees us!”, my wife laughed out loud, I laughed nervously.
During the evening my security app told me that XXXX had arrived at our home and had let himself in which was a surprise as I was not expecting him. It was obvious that my wife was not surprised and she just said “yes he said he might come over, we are going into London tomorrow”. I knew that I had to make sure we were back by 11pm. I was not what the consequences would be if we were late but I knew that it would not be good for me. So we got back at 10.55 pm. He was sat in the living room watching tv drinking one of my beers from the fridge. He said hello when he saw us, none of us mentioned the time but we all knew that we had made the curfew. My wife pecked me on the cheek thanking me for dinner, then she sat down next to him and said to him “hi darling, have a nice evening?’ then they kissed with lots of tongues. He then said he had had a quiet evening and was ready for bed, they said goodnight and he led her by the hand out of the room and up the stairs to their bedroom. I sat on the sofa listening to them getting ready for bed. After a short time I heard the sounds of love making coming from the room above. His ownership of my wife was 100% clear. Our date nights from then on followed this pattern, me asking permission, him saying yes (with caveats) or no and him being at home whilst we were out so he could check up on us. I have never asked the reason, maybe he does not trust me with her, or maybe (more likely) they just both get a kick out of them showing me who she truly belongs to. Our date nights started to get less frequent as 2025 progressed.
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