Hi.
I'm sorry it took me so long to write back. I needed time to get myself together and really wasn't in the mood of anything having something to do with cuckolding.
Yes, the past few days have been very emotional. I cried a lot. My dear wife and I talked a lot. And we just spent time together, affirming our love for one another.
So, indeed, she did bring home her new boyfriend.
When they came in I was watching pornographic pictures on my pc. Cuckolding pictures, surely. I logged oud (I'm using linux here
), introduced myself to the guy (nothing exciting; we conveniently shook hands) and asked whether they would like something to take. She asked for tea, he prefered still water.
My wife showed him 'round the house. And I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this my wife? She spoke with a tone of voice I never heard before, in accentless sentences (which she never ever did before), choosing her words and grammar almost... well, snobbisch (is this the proper word to use? What I mean is: she was using 'difficult' words and sentences; sort of an intellectual way). It was horrifying. She was like a complete stranger to me. And not of the kind I'd like to be in the neighbourhood with at that.
Anyway, I became very uncertain and asked her whether she wanted me around or not. She responded that in time, I should leave. I interpreted that as: yes, do leave. I don't want you here.
By that time I already had tears in my eyes. It hurt so much.
I got the tea ready and presented them their takes. She said a short 'thank you', but she was ignoring me constantly. So I got up the stairs, to the guest room.
They remained downstairs for and hour or so before they went to the bedroom. I hadn't heard anything. I wouldn't hear anything for four straight hours to come. I was fighting my tears and I was fighting my tiredness. At approximately half past four in the morning I finally got some relief. I heard her moan and within seconds I heard her scream. She was obviously having sex. But it wasn't fucking; I didn't hear the bed screak. Despite my grief I instantly got a hard on and felt a rush all through my body. But a few minutes after it began, it was over. The lights went out. They went to relax. I felt ... I don't know how to express this in words. Miserable. Desperate. Sick. They had been there four hours and these few seconds were all there was?
I had a bad night relax. Three hours at the most, then I was wide awake. And I still felt miserable. I went downstairs and did some browsing on the internet. I'm not a pc junky, but when I feel really bad that's what I do.
After a few hours my wife came down. She went to the toilet and after that she greeted me with a big smile on her face. He's wonderful, she said. When I asked her what they'd been doing, because it sure as hell wasn't having sex, she said they'd been lying and talking and kissing most of the time. She wanted to have sex with him, but it felt so good to just talk that they just didn't got to it.
She went upstairs again and remained there till deep into the afternoon. I believe it was somewhere near five o'clock when he finally came downstairs and went out of the door on his way home.
We were expecting visitors that evening and later on my wife told me that if we didn't have that appointment, he would have been here until sunday evening. So he would have spent another night. She admitted that she even considered cancelling the appointment, but in the end she felt she couldn't do that. It wouldn't be a social thing to do. Mind you, she wasn't concerned about me at all. She was concerned about our the people who'd be visiting us.
Anyway, on his way out this guy told me my wife wanted me upstairs.
So I went up. And when I looked into the bedroom, when I saw the bed they had spent so many hours in, I broke down. Furiously I started yelling at my wife. I did all the things one is supposed to do when one's wife had been with another man. I called her names, I told her our marriage was over, I told her this wasn't what we'd agreed upon (we'd agreed she'd mainly have sex) and that I felt betrayed and ignored and really, really sick. Both physically and mentally. I meant every word I said.
She looked astounded. She looked frightened. Now she was the one being desperate. It took a few minutes before I came to my senses. I saw her and in my mind's eye I saw myself shouting at her and I thought: what the hell am I doing? My rage ceased abruptly and I felt so bad because of what I was doing to my wife. I fell in her arms, started crying and kept on apologizing over and over and over again. She comforted me. She said she could see I had had a very hard time.
She told me she hated to see me like that, but it wouldn't change a thing. This guy was great. She had so much fun with him, it was very thrilling being with him, it was very erotic and she will be seeing him a lot in the future.
I told her the hardest for me was that they didn't fuck. Then she took me to the bed and directed my hand between her legs. It was wet. Very, very Shockingly so. I had never felt her that wet. Not even close. Not when she was with me, not even when she had been with one of her lovers. This, she said, is what he does to me. This, she said, is what his words do to me.How dare you say we didn't have sex? Sex is not about fucking. At least not to me. Sex is about being aroused. Sex is about wanting the other. We had sex all the time. We had more sex than you and I ever had or ever will have. It was more intense and satisfying than you and I ever had or ever will. You know why I came within a few seconds when he started licking me? I was so excited that I practically came the minute his tongue touche my clit. That is what his words and his smile and his kissing and fondling did to me. And dou you know why we didn't fuck? I just couldn't take anymore. It was way too intense.
She told me to put on a condom and ride her leg like a dog. You told me you wanted me to make you a cuckold, she said. You told me you wanted me to be intimate with a man who is better than you. No playing games, but the real thing. I asked and you gave me carte blanche. I would do it with the man of my choice, my way. I would be absolutely free, without taking you into account in any way.. No scrupulous. No feeling guilty.. Well, that's exactly what I did and it was great. And I won't stop. I know to you sex equals fucjing but to me fucjing is just a minor aspect of it. It is precisely because you don't understand that, that is one of the things that make him so much better. Because that's what he is: not just a little better, but much much better.
It took me a few days of talking and telling each other that our love was not in danger, and us both explaining our feelings and thoughts and fears and hopes, before I managed to come to terms with this situation. I have peace with it now. Frankly, I'm quite turned on and I have a deep feeling of being her slave abnd that feels so good. She always gave in when I protested loud enough. She always took into account my feelings when she decided to do something or not. This time she doesn't. She is determined and she though she does try and comfort me when I feel bad, she has no remorse. When she schedules a date, she always asks me if I'm fine with it. Now she doesn't. She told me she will spend the first weekend of june at his place. I mean, she told me. There's no room for alternatives. She *will* go no matter what.
So that's how it is now.
Oh. Yea. She also told me something else. She said technically she didn't cuckold me with the guy. But I should be convinced that what she did was far more cuckolding that just the technicalities. She had been genuinely unfaithful to me. With all of her heart and body and soul. I didn't exist. She was his and his only. And the single reamister that she doesn't meet him next weekend is because he hasn't got the time. But if it was up to her, sh'e rather be with him.
O, how I love my wife! How I adore my wife! How I thank God for her.
