Hello,
For a couple months my wife and I have been discussing me becoming cuckolded. Other than fantasy I don’t think either one of us expected it to become reality. About a week ago my wife meets a guy she instantly fell for. He was down on vacation. She wound up sleeping with him that night. She came home early the next morning and confessed what she did.
She then asked if I still wanted to be cuckolded. I said yes. She then started explaining exactly how things were going to be. First thing she had me do was buy her an airline ticket for her to fly out and see him in a week. I actually took her to the airport yesterday and as I am typing this she is with her new boyfriend a thousand miles away.
I need to tell a little about my wife. We have always had a relationship where it was acceptable for her to “date” but not for me to. Although she did have a couple “affairs” early in our marriage she hasn’t had one in about 5 years. As she puts it “I can’t sport fuck, I have to have an emotional attraction as well as a physical attraction.” The last affair she had years ago almost broke up our marriage because she became very attached emotionally to the guy.
This time she has made it very clear what her intentions are. She plans on getting very emotionally involved with her new boyfriend and say’s she may even find another one. She’s not looking for a one night stand but a lasting relationship, or should I say relationships. One of the biggest disagreements we have in our marriage is the she says I am not as romantic as I used to be. That I don’t cuddle. That foreplay is basically nonexistent.
The sex is great between us but she says that’s all it is and she needs more. She said she had the same feeling in her gut when she laid eyes on her new boyfriend as she did the night we met. Her boyfriend does not know that I know what my wife is doing. She does plan at the right time to inform him that I am aware what is going on and that I am cuckolded. They have already made plans on how often they will meet. With both alternating flying to see the other.
The last week prior to her flying out last night has been interesting to say the least. As I stated I had to buy her a ticket to go see her new boy toy. As soon as she told him she was flying out the first thing he asked her was not to have sex with me. He wanted her “fresh” when she arrived.
So I have been denied for the last week. I am sure this will become a usual occurrence. She has continuously reminded me how cuddly and romantic the few days with him was going to be. I am sure I will hear every detail when she gets home. It’s one thing for the wife to talk about the sex she had with another guy but another to give all the details about how romantically involved they are and how he did everything that I couldn’t or wouldn’t.
One difference in our “cuckold” relationship and many I have read about is size. Although I don’t necessary agree with her, she say’s she married a porn star when it come to size. She admitted her boyfriend does not compare to me but that he makes up for it in so many other ways. As she said, if I want raw sex I’ll come to you but when I want romantic I’ll go to him (or them). Before we left to go to the airport she handed me a pair of panties and instructed me to wear them all the time she was gone (well she gave me a few pairs to wear).
She also bought me a dog collar and I am to wear it anytime I am home. It was hard but I actually put it on when I got home from the airport. She said I needed to research chastity devices while she was gone. Guess her intentions are to make me wear one in the future when she is away playing. I think I'll need some help to adjust. Although we are new to the cuckold lifestyle we are both very very excited. I sleep with a raging hard-on every night and wake up with it every morning knowing where she is and what she's doing. I also think it has had the opposite effect she said it would. I think it's actually bringing us closer together but she won't admit it. In any case I am in heaven. Here are pictures we took over a year ago in our car.
The Bad Boy
