Reply To: falling in love with Her lover

When we were dating in college, my wife-to-be confessed to cheating on me with two other guys. I was initially furious and devastated, but after a few weeks I realized I was aroused by my girlfriend cheating on me. So was she. With my encouragement, she continued to have sexual encounters with other men into our marriage. When she was 27, Diane came home from work one day and mentioned that her married boss was hitting on her. I encourage her to flirt back, and things quickly escalated until they were involved in a full-blown affair. (Her boss never knew that I was aware of what was going on. He thought Diane was cheating on me) For the first time in five and a half years of sharing her, I was starting to experience strong cuckold angst, especially after orgasm. But this was nothing like the angst I experienced one month into their relationship when my wife confessed that she had developed “romantic feelings” for her boss. She tried to assure me that she still loved me, but now she shared those same feelings with her boss. I must admit, that even though this was scary to hear, it also produced a super intense sexual arousal. After hearing my wife’s unexpected bombshell, I didn’t say much. I remember walking to the bathroom completely consumed by cuckold induced lust. As I closed the bathroom door, my face was burning, my mouth was dry, and my hands were shaking as I released my throbbing penis from my shorts. I basically couldn’t hold back, I had to just lean back against the bathroom door gripped by one of the most intense orgasms of my life, spurting all over the bathroom cabinet and floor. After the last waves orgasm dissipated, I stood there, looking at the mess I had just made, cum still dripping from the tip of my softening penis as a wave of cuckold angst, unlike any I have ever felt before, swept over me. I was immediately depressed, felt sorry for myself, and started to cry……..This situation became a roller coaster of emotions for me. I thought that this must be what it’s like for a heroin user. Terrible debilitating, depressing orgasm induced angst, almost making me feel sick. After a few hours, sometimes longer, my angst would slowly start to diminish as my sexual arousal would start to build, fueled by thoughts of my wife, lovingly servicing her boss. I would then again try to replicate that intense sexual rush, and get my fix, by encouraging Diane to share more details of their encounters, and even facilitating ways for them to have intimate, alone time together in our marital home when her boss could slip away from his wife for a few hours. (I would conveniently arrange to take our young daughter to the grocery store, Chuck-e-cheese, or even drop her off at grandma’s house while I went camping just depending on how much time Diane’s lover could get away from his home.) During this time of emotional roller coaster for me, Diane realized that it would benefit her if she managed my orgasms. After I would cum, I would basically be depressed, angry, and just generally shitty to be around. She learned not to have any type of sexual interaction with me unless she was going to be away from the house for a while, like just before leaving from work. That way she wouldn’t be around for the worst part of my angst, and I would have a little bit of time to recover by the time she got home. She also made me agree to give her full control of my orgasms and even though it was okay to play with myself, I wasn’t to make myself cum. She also learned that when I was experiencing angst while she was around, a little “teasing” would help me snap out of it. (“What’s the matter honey, are you sad that your wife is in love with her boss?”) These things really helped us deal with the side effects of my angst. She also came to realize that it would really benefit me if she increased the time between my orgasms, giving me less “angst” time. As I look back on it now, I realize it was truly a loving act for my wife to slowly increase the time between my orgasms, giving me a chance to get used to being “denied”. This was way before the Internet, and we had never heard or read anything about romantic bonding, cuckold angst, or denial. This was just organic, and instinctual, mostly on her part. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was making life much happier and more satisfying for me. I quickly realized the benefits of denial, and eventually learned to actually enjoy the experience. As cuckolds, we are excited by the fantasy, and reality of our wife’s giving themselves to other men. Watching your wife fall in love with another man is a chance to experience how much she can really give of herself to another man. We even upped the ante a little bit more if you can believe it, but that’s another story. Eight months later, his wife found out about the affair, and they moved away. Looking back, I guess I was lucky to have played with fire and not get burned. Although I sometimes wonder what would now happen if Diane received a message on her Facebook page from him telling her he was now divorced and wanted to meet for a cup of coffee…….