What is it like to be cuckolded - part 1
Again, not mine. Again insightful and perhaps useful to someone.)
Trying to further answer the question posed, I will speak about the first time my wife had sex with another man, after we were married. When I use quotes, I will be trying to remember exactly what was said… needless to say… this aspect of the writing will not be 100% accurate... I will of course be paraphrasing, based on what I remember. I had written prior to this about our first time with another guy; but, this time I try to focus on the question posed… and it is written from a slightly different point of view.
The first time we were with another man... ... was so very arousing to me and yet filled with so much hurt it is hard to describe. I felt so torn up inside. I knew it could not be reversed once it happened. Although, just before it began, just before he arrived, she asked me if I didn't want to call it off.
Part of me wanted to. My head had become very confused. I felt as if I did not know what the right way was for this to progress. Why did she place all this pressure on me, was she herself looking for a way out? It only dawned on me much later that she just wanted total absolution - she wanted me to know thís was all on me. In that moment I couldn't really decide, I certainly couldn't make any rational decisions with my penis straining against my pants in spite of being so conflicted. I had already met him, but nonetheless, it felt very awkward. I think he too felt a little akward. Still, I told her I wanted to continue while a part of me raged against the words I heard coming from me. In hindsight, and overall, I think I actually wanted to call it off.
He had stated during our first meeting (my wife, him and me) that he had never been with a couple or with “a wife”; but, that this had interested him greatly. That he understood the dynamics at play. And, he stated that he had spoken to a couple once, but, that nothing actually happened. He lived in the nearby town where our resort was located. He was over ten years younger than my wife and was in his early twenties.
As he and I spoke in the awkwardness of waiting for my wife to come out of the bedroom of our hotel suite; I knew (or perhaps just sensed) that he wanted to feel that he was causing me to become deeply affected by what would soon happen, it seemed like he wanted to feel he was causing me anguish, that humbled feeling; he wanted to be the one taking my wife from me. And, I wondered as we gently spoke, just how I’d feel when I saw his dick and how my wife would react to a really large cock (assuming his email photo was true).
Talking with him, I had semi hardon. I provided him with condoms and he agreed to use a condom. A few minutes later as I viewed my beautiful wife in her dress, necklace and heels; and her new friend, as they exchanged kisses, I had a full erection. And, as the man who made the first comment (above) said, I too had tears. And, I did actually cry (I tried to do this as quietly and as discreetly as possible).
There is nothing more confusing, than feeling more sexually aroused than ever before, while seeing my wife making-out; while also feeling jealous; left-out; envy of his good looks (later of his cock and balls); and, the beginning of humiliation / feeling humbled. They had intercourse several times that evening and into the next day (and the following night). He did not directly humble me. I had told him when we originally met, this would happen naturally… and that I did not want humiliation. He agreed.
And seeing my wife together with him, caused plenty of discrete humiliation, indeed. Seeing her intense reaction to intercourse with him, was like nothing that even nearly happened between she and I. Their kissing felt like a knife in my back. Their intimacy surprised me. I did not think that the level of closeness between them would be as intense as it was. And, this rang even truer when I realized he had not put on a condom as agreed. I did not speak up about this.
I felt compelled to remove my pants. His thrusting was well beyond what I had provided to my wife. Her vagina loved his bigness. She responded to his pounding with incredible moans. I had written about this first time prior to this. There is so much I can say about this first experience, my becoming a cuckold with my wife. But this time I am trying to focus on answering the question of; what it is like to be cuckolded.
Seeing their intimacy caused concern that she’d fall in love with him (at least we lived very far from him). I have seen a while back, where an expert said that if this happens, it is okay and that a woman can love more than one man. Still, I have felt angst over this particular issue (and others).
As my wife was locked together in intercourse with this younger guy; I thought of how they seemed like they were a couple. And, it felt for a while that they were a couple and I was the outsider. When my wife told him how great his cock felt, how it was the best she had ever been with, made me feel absolutely awful and betrayed (yes although I wanted her to have real pleasure and was wanting this to happen).
Seeing this young man sucking my wife’s breasts affected me beyond belief. And throughout their lovemaking, he would come back to wanting to feel mothered by her. My wife would cuddle the back of his head, like he was her baby, and hold him close, as he sucked her breasts. As he sucked each breast, my wife moaned from this pleasure. She told him “I love how you do this to me”.
I had been masturbating to no end. And each time I would have an orgasm; I would become hard again as I sat and viewed him with my wife. As I watched I would smell her panties and her bra. This helped me feel some closeness to my wife. Somehow her bra and panties helped me feel bonded to her.
Part 2 coming up.
Trying to further answer the question posed, I will speak about the first time my wife had sex with another man, after we were married. When I use quotes, I will be trying to remember exactly what was said… needless to say… this aspect of the writing will not be 100% accurate... I will of course be paraphrasing, based on what I remember. I had written prior to this about our first time with another guy; but, this time I try to focus on the question posed… and it is written from a slightly different point of view.
The first time we were with another man... ... was so very arousing to me and yet filled with so much hurt it is hard to describe. I felt so torn up inside. I knew it could not be reversed once it happened. Although, just before it began, just before he arrived, she asked me if I didn't want to call it off.
Part of me wanted to. My head had become very confused. I felt as if I did not know what the right way was for this to progress. Why did she place all this pressure on me, was she herself looking for a way out? It only dawned on me much later that she just wanted total absolution - she wanted me to know thís was all on me. In that moment I couldn't really decide, I certainly couldn't make any rational decisions with my penis straining against my pants in spite of being so conflicted. I had already met him, but nonetheless, it felt very awkward. I think he too felt a little akward. Still, I told her I wanted to continue while a part of me raged against the words I heard coming from me. In hindsight, and overall, I think I actually wanted to call it off.
He had stated during our first meeting (my wife, him and me) that he had never been with a couple or with “a wife”; but, that this had interested him greatly. That he understood the dynamics at play. And, he stated that he had spoken to a couple once, but, that nothing actually happened. He lived in the nearby town where our resort was located. He was over ten years younger than my wife and was in his early twenties.
As he and I spoke in the awkwardness of waiting for my wife to come out of the bedroom of our hotel suite; I knew (or perhaps just sensed) that he wanted to feel that he was causing me to become deeply affected by what would soon happen, it seemed like he wanted to feel he was causing me anguish, that humbled feeling; he wanted to be the one taking my wife from me. And, I wondered as we gently spoke, just how I’d feel when I saw his dick and how my wife would react to a really large cock (assuming his email photo was true).
Talking with him, I had semi hardon. I provided him with condoms and he agreed to use a condom. A few minutes later as I viewed my beautiful wife in her dress, necklace and heels; and her new friend, as they exchanged kisses, I had a full erection. And, as the man who made the first comment (above) said, I too had tears. And, I did actually cry (I tried to do this as quietly and as discreetly as possible).
There is nothing more confusing, than feeling more sexually aroused than ever before, while seeing my wife making-out; while also feeling jealous; left-out; envy of his good looks (later of his cock and balls); and, the beginning of humiliation / feeling humbled. They had intercourse several times that evening and into the next day (and the following night). He did not directly humble me. I had told him when we originally met, this would happen naturally… and that I did not want humiliation. He agreed.
And seeing my wife together with him, caused plenty of discrete humiliation, indeed. Seeing her intense reaction to intercourse with him, was like nothing that even nearly happened between she and I. Their kissing felt like a knife in my back. Their intimacy surprised me. I did not think that the level of closeness between them would be as intense as it was. And, this rang even truer when I realized he had not put on a condom as agreed. I did not speak up about this.
I felt compelled to remove my pants. His thrusting was well beyond what I had provided to my wife. Her vagina loved his bigness. She responded to his pounding with incredible moans. I had written about this first time prior to this. There is so much I can say about this first experience, my becoming a cuckold with my wife. But this time I am trying to focus on answering the question of; what it is like to be cuckolded.
Seeing their intimacy caused concern that she’d fall in love with him (at least we lived very far from him). I have seen a while back, where an expert said that if this happens, it is okay and that a woman can love more than one man. Still, I have felt angst over this particular issue (and others).
As my wife was locked together in intercourse with this younger guy; I thought of how they seemed like they were a couple. And, it felt for a while that they were a couple and I was the outsider. When my wife told him how great his cock felt, how it was the best she had ever been with, made me feel absolutely awful and betrayed (yes although I wanted her to have real pleasure and was wanting this to happen).
Seeing this young man sucking my wife’s breasts affected me beyond belief. And throughout their lovemaking, he would come back to wanting to feel mothered by her. My wife would cuddle the back of his head, like he was her baby, and hold him close, as he sucked her breasts. As he sucked each breast, my wife moaned from this pleasure. She told him “I love how you do this to me”.
I had been masturbating to no end. And each time I would have an orgasm; I would become hard again as I sat and viewed him with my wife. As I watched I would smell her panties and her bra. This helped me feel some closeness to my wife. Somehow her bra and panties helped me feel bonded to her.
Part 2 coming up.
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