Losing Lisa... - CuckoldPlace.com

My wife Lisa is a beautiful, slim blonde in her late thirties. We've been married for years and I fancy her as much today as the day I first set eyes on her, when for me it was love at first sight. I've always been "cuckold curious" but my fantasies really took off when Lisa confessed to me that she had been unfaithful before we were married and slept with Paul, an ex-boyfriend of hers. Since then, my ultimate fantasy has been Lisa and Paul together. It isn't enough for her to simply fuck somebody else, she has to really make love with them and ultimately be in love with them and Paul is the guy to make that happen.

So how far would I want to take it? Well that's just it, the fantasy knows know boundaries. I love the thought of Paul contacting Lisa again, perhaps online, and a relationship developing to the extent that she starts being secretative and texting him continually. I imagine them meeting up and rekindling their relationship slowly, with Lisa maybe making more of the running. The odd meal at first, maybe dancing in a club. Their first kiss during which Lisa would be dripping wet and pressing her crotch into Paul's straining erection would be a real turning point. Their tongues down each others throats would herald the start of a new beginning for Paul and Lisa and an uncertain future for me.

I would come in wave after wave of thick spunk the night Lisa confesses finally to me that she is now relaxing with Paul again and that, of course, she is falling in love with him again. Then would come the stories of exactly what they had done and where and how much Lisa had enjoyed his cock inside her, his mouth on hers and on her breasts, his come flooding her unprotected vagina, his strong sperm seeking out her vulnerable eggs... Gradualy our own sex life would diminsh as Lisa puts more and more of her physical and emotional energy into her new relationship with Paul. She gives herself to him completely, allowing to penetrate her anywhere, any time leaving me with just the snippets she gives me to fuel my obsession and fantasy. She tells me constantly how much she loves him and how she doesn't feel quite the same about me any more.

At some point it has to happen that Lisa is spending so much more time with Paul, that they want to set up home together. Of course it makes sense for him to move into our marital home and bed and for me to move out. That's what happens, but I stay with them for quite a while, taking my time to find a new home and savouring the feeling of being an outsider looking in on Lisa and Paul's loving relationship. The fact that Paul had already loved and fucked Lisa before I came on the scene only makes it more appropriate that they should be together now; it's almost as if me and Lisa never happened, or was just worthless way of filling time until Paul decided he wanted her back. I love relaxing in the spare room listening to their noisy and urgent lovemaking and watching them flirt with each other contiually in front of me. Lisa looks rediant, more beautiful than ever. Now is the time I want to have her the most, but I can't have her; now she belongs to Paul and only to Paul.

So before long Lisa and I are living apart and she is truly back with Paul. It is now me that gets her texts, but these go colder and more terse as time goes by. Lisa divorces me and marries Paul and I hear very little from her, though I see them out and about because I can't bring myself to move far away, I love her so much. I continue wanking nightly over Lisa's pictures and over the thought of her in Paul's arms in what was once our bed each and every night. Seeing Lisa with the unmistakeable bulge of pregnancy serves only as more amunition for my lonely nights masturbating over my ex-wife.

I never have another relationship because I can never love anyone other than Lisa. I am a one woman man and Lisa is a one man woman, although for Lisa that man is Paul and not me. And so eventually I decide that my life is over and, with my last pointless breath, I squeeze out one last messy ejaculation in blissful agony at the thought that I have lost Lisa forever...