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Update 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/2UGds6KpUQ
Original Post: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/t1U4K2Bsb8
Thank you for your patience while I prepared this response. Writing this was painful but also cathartic and I wasn’t originally planning to give an update, but with so many people reaching out, I decided to share one so everyone could have some closure.
Confronting them:
I realized I needed to talk to them, but I wanted to speak with Sam first. I managed to get her alone while Kevin was at work and told her what I had heard, asking for her explanation. She admitted that she and Kevin had set up the situation, believing I had always harbored these desires deep down. Their intention, she said, was for it to remain a one-time, consensual threesome and nothing more. However, when things began escalating, they didn’t know how to come clean without hurting me. She was crying as she confessed, acknowledging that she had lied to me and damaged our trust. She swore that nothing had happened between them until that first time we were all together.
I know some may think I’m foolish for believing her, but I did. I asked to see her phone to verify her story and understand their conversations leading up to this. She hesitated, saying the messages might hurt my feelings. I told her that if I didn’t see them, I would never be able to trust her again or consider continuing this arrangement.
Reluctantly, she agreed. Before handing me her phone, she made me promise to talk to her afterward instead of shutting down and leaving. I promised, then scrolled through their messages, going back almost a year. The texts confirmed they hadn’t been intimate before our arrangement began, but what hurt the most was how they talked about me—like I was an object for their pleasure. Reading those messages was agonizing, and it took me over 30 minutes to get through them. When I finished, I couldn’t face Sam. The pain was overwhelming, so I left to clear my head.
I drove aimlessly and ended up at a state park I love to hike at. While driving, my phone buzzed incessantly with calls and messages from both Sam and Kevin, but I ignored them. I left my phone in the car and started walking, hoping to sort through my emotions. I felt betrayed and unsure how I could move forward.
When I returned to the parking lot hours later, Kevin’s truck was parked next to my car. He approached me, saying we needed to talk. I asked how he found me, and he revealed that Sam had turned on family location sharing for my iPhone. Angry, I accused them of using it to track me for their own purposes. Kevin denied this, explaining it was for my safety since they worried about my impulsivity during emotional moments.
He began apologizing, telling me how much he cared for me. I interrupted, asking how he could claim to love me after everything. I pushed him against his truck, tears streaming down my face. Broken and angry, I accused him of destroying my life. He didn’t retaliate, repeatedly saying he was sorry. When I pushed him again, he pushed back, and we started scuffling. Though he was stronger, I didn’t care—I needed to fight for my own sense of self.
The fight ended when he landed a punch that knocked me down. As I lay there, dazed and bleeding, Kevin helped me up, cleaned me off, and apologized again. He said they had only wanted to make me happy and that this had always been about me. He admitted he loved me and had for years. He asked me to think carefully before throwing everything away over their lack of transparency.
Exhausted and defeated, I got into his truck as he insisted I wasn’t in a condition to drive. During the ride home, his hand rested on my leg, a gesture that felt both comforting and confusing. I was at a crossroads—torn between walking away or continuing with these two people I deeply loved but who had hurt me profoundly.
When we arrived home, Sam rushed out, furious at Kevin for my injuries. I explained that I had started the fight, but her anger didn’t dissipate. Together, they helped me to the shower, where they cleaned me up and held me. It was a tender, non-sexual moment, and for a brief time, I allowed myself to feel their care.
That night, as they held me in bed, I decided I needed to leave. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made, but I knew I had to reclaim my sense of self. I woke early, packed my bags, and left them a note:
Sam and Kevin,
The love you’ve shown me has been profound and life-changing. After losing my parents, you took me in and made me feel cared for, and I will always be grateful for that. Walking away from you both is the most difficult decision I’ve ever made. However, I need to find my own way forward and rediscover who I am.
Please don’t reach out to me. Allow me the space to heal and figure out my path. I wish you both happiness and hope you continue to support one another.
With love,
Jack
Since leaving, I’ve been focusing on rebuilding my life. Sam and I have communicated briefly to handle the divorce, which has been amicable. I kept my retirement and investments, and she kept the house.
Though loneliness has been challenging, I’m adjusting. I’ve started new hobbies, joined clubs, and am rediscovering myself. I haven’t pursued any new relationships, as I’m still figuring out what I want.
Sam and Kevin are still together, and I’m genuinely happy for them. They make a great couple, and in hindsight, perhaps this outcome is for the best.
Over the past year, I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I thought, that I’m worthy of love, and—most importantly—that I can love myself again.
Thank you for being part of my journey. I’m doing okay—better than okay—and I look forward to whatever lies ahead.
This group has been amazing and the amount of you who have reached out with support has been overwhelming. Thank you!
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