Romantic Bonding

Inside a recent post by JandGinSD , I was reminded of a consequence of our cuckold lifestyle. I thought it was eloquently worded.

“It can be a deep relationship, as it requires friendship, lust, and trust. Also don’t discount the emotional component. Very few women sexually bond well without love. If she takes a lover for a period of time (not long at all), she will genuinely fall in love at some level with him. Might not displace your relationship or grow to the same intensity of love as you two share, but you need to believe a romantic bond will form between them and the sexual passion will be met with attendant deep love if he is worthwhile for her. That polyamory is perfectly normal and is true human nature. “

I think this is an aspect of human nature that all cuckold’s should be aware of, if their woman engages in repeated extramarital sexual trysts with the one partner. I’m not saying this just so they can avoid this from happening. (Although if this is something they want to avoid, this information may encourage them to stick with one night stands.) It is also important for a cuckold to be aware of how and why this aspect of female sexuality occurs, and how it works, if he finds that his wife has developed a romantic bond with her lover. I would have found this bit of information reassuring, and even comforting when it happened to me.      

I was fortunate enough to enter this lifestyle extremely early. When I was in college, my wife, (Who was my girlfriend at the time) tearfully confessed to fucking two different guys during summer break when we were apart. Upon hearing the news I was outraged, devastated, and furious. It took me three days to get over the anger and realize this girl was to good to walk away from. In an all-too-familiar story for men of our ilk, two weeks later I found I couldn’t stop thinking about her with those other guys. I started pressing her for details but due to my initial reaction, she was somewhat hesitant. Then on one lazy day in my dorm room, she had been sucking my cock and had sat up. She was slowly stroking me when I asked her “Did you suck those other two guys that good?) As I said the words my penis grew noticeably harder in her hand. She looked at me with a sexy smile while slowly stroking my now super engorged penis and said, “Wow, thinking about me with those guys really does turn you on doesn’t it?”…….. I almost immediately ejaculated in her hand, she kind of giggled and said “I’ll take that as a yes!”   Over the next couple of weeks it was a total fuck fest for us as she revealed details of her sexual escapades with these two guys, all the while taking note of how turned on I was by the information she was giving me. She had taken one of the guys to her childhood home while her parents were away, and actually fucked him in her parents waterbed. She said his cock was average length, but it was the fattest cock she had ever seen. She rode him while he laid back on the waterbed, and felt comfortable enough to admit it had been the best fucking she had ever experienced! Six months later we were engaged, and I told her she had my permission and encouragement to take advantage of any sexual situation that might come up whether or not I was around. While we were engaged, she fucked my best friend in the backseat of a car while I drove. During our early marriage, my wife was very flirtatious with other men, dressed sexily, and never wore a bra. I found myself very awkward and uncomfortable being directly involved with other guys, as my wife would openly flirt with a stranger while we all sat at the same table, her maybe even sitting on his lap. I felt much more comfortable watching from the shadows surreptitiously, watching my young wife being groped on the dance floor, maybe even kissing a complete stranger in a dark corner booth where I would find out later she had been stroking his naked cock under the table. Occasionally I would be fortunate enough to watch her leave the bar hand-in-hand with some stud as he took her out to his car. If the situation was right, I might even be able to sneak up on the car and try to make out movements behind the steamed windows as I listened to the erotic moans of my young wife inside the car. On one memorable occasion, while staying at a hotel, I was privileged to watch my sexy wife seduced on the dance floor of the hotel lounge, and, at the end of the night be escorted hand-in-hand out of the lounge by some hunky stud who must’ve been 6 foot five. As I followed from a distance, I watched them get into the elevator together, and watched him embrace her in a passionate kiss as the elevator doors closed behind them, as they headed up to his room. She did not return to our room until the next morning.     Two years into our marriage, our daughter was born, and that changed the way we played. I encouraged my wife to go out at least twice a month alone, on Saturday nights, while I stayed home babysitting. Most of the time she would have fun with friends, maybe flirting and dancing a little, but every so often she would come home, lean over the bed, and whisper in my ear “I have a story for you.”     I loved it when my wife got fucked by other men, and I would try to put her in situations that it would be conducive for other men to have her. Her playing now was almost exclusively on her own, and she would come home and share all the naughty details while administering a slow hand job to me. I found it increasingly hard to control my ejaculations while she did this, and sometimes it would take three or four “sessions” to get all the details of her tryst.

       One day, (When we were about 28) my wife related to me about how her boss was flirting with her at work. I immediately encouraged her to flirt back, and even gave her suggestions and innuendos to use on him. Over the course of the next four days their flirting became progressively longer, and more sexual. On the fifth day, she waited until we were in bed until she told me how he had pushed her against the office wall and roughly kissed her while fondling her braless breasts until a knock at the door threw cold water on the situation. While playing with her pussy I painted a mental picture for her, telling her how surprised and turned on he would’ve been if she had dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped him. Her breathing quickened, and her pussy was now lubricating nicely as I slowly fingered her. “You want to do it, don’t you?”……… “You want to take Gary’s cock in your mouth”………….. “You know he wants it, don’t you?”……… my young wife softly moaned “yesssssss’…… as I fingered her to orgasm. I suggested she go into work early the next day, assuming that Gary might do the same thing on the chance that he might be able to have some alone time with my wife. Sure enough, when my wife got to work forty-five minutes early the next morning, Gary’s car was already there. Twenty minutes later, she had a belly full of her bosses ejaculation. (The first of many, many, more to cum in the following eight months, and the start of an intense sexual affair.)          I was thrilled with this new situation and arrangement. Instead of waiting a month or two for a new “story” from my wife, I got one almost every day. It was also extremely exciting for me to see my wife looking forward to sex with Gary. In all her prior, opportunistic trysts with other men nothing was preplanned or certain, and she was almost always intoxicated when it did. It was a total turn on to see my wife now, at seven o’clock in the morning, stone sober, and obviously sexually aroused by thinking about her bosses cock that she would be getting later that day!   As the weeks went by, it was pretty obvious to see that my wife was extremely into sex with Gary. She was horny all the time, looking for opportunities for time alone with him which I helped facilitate is much as I could. Even though it was obvious that she was totally “into” Gary, it still took me totally by surprise that night about one month into their relationship when she made a confession to me. We had gone to bed for the night, and she was slowly stroking my cock. This was a routine that we had gotten into where she would relate something naughty she had done with Gary that day while slowly getting me off with her hand. She started telling me a story about almost getting caught by a coworker with Gary’s hand underneath her skirt, she then paused and said “I need to tell you something.”………. “Gary and I have developed feelings for each other”………… (I’ll never forget how she continued to slowly stroke me as she was telling me this)     I said “What you mean by feelings?”……… “Exactly what you think it means” was her reply, ……. “That doesn’t mean I feel any differently about you honey” she said sweetly. I did what any other cuckold would do in the same situation…….. I orgasmed.           An orgasm was last thing I needed to happen at that point in time. I needed to look at this situation through horniness tinted glasses. Instead I laid there in the dark, listening to my wife sleep, trying to figure what this means to me and our marriage, and for the first time since those early days in college felt the twinge of jealousy in my gut. The next day we had another conversation about this matter and she actually used the “L” word. She tried to explain that she felt love for both of us, she seemed really sincere but it was a concept that I really couldn’t comprehend. This was at a point of time way before the Internet. I don’t think I had even ever heard the term cuckold at that point. The only information I had ever seen about a husband with the same proclivities as me were stories in Penthouse Forum where some guy would watch his buddy fuck his wife in a tent. I really wish back then I could have seen that quote from JandGinSD, that I mentioned at the top of this post. It would have helped immensely. ” polyamory is perfectly normal and is true human nature”   Normal, at that time I didn’t even know it was possible, if somebody would’ve explained to me what polyamory was!   Even though I had never heard of cuckold angst, I experienced it severely and frequently. It was like a roller coaster of emotions for me. When I was horny, the romantic bond between my wife and Gary contributed greatly to the intenseness of my arousal. Just the fact that she had given herself so completely to another man brought the cuckold experience to a higher level, like a junkie getting a double dose of his favorite drug. I remember occasionally feeling somewhat ashamed at the extent of the all-consuming lust I sometimes felt, wondering if it would be at the expense of my marriage yet still encouraging and nurturing their romantic bond. It would be 25 years until I heard the term cuckold tears, although my penis wept profusely.     Of course after an orgasm, my cuckold angst would come crashing down around me, consuming me, depressing me, turning me into a jerk. It didn’t take long for my wife to realize this, and before long she would only fuck me or make me cum in the morning right before she was leaving the house so she wouldn’t have to be around to put up with my shitty refractory period where I was depressed and feeling sorry for myself. My wife started to realize that the hornier I was, the happier I was. She started reducing the amount of orgasms she would give me becoming less frequent as time went on. Of course we had never heard about “denial”, it was just something she had to slowly figure out for herself. It would’ve been nice to read an article explaining this so we could have implemented it at the beginning! (My wife has since become quite expert at “tease and denial”, this coming from a husband whose last orgasm was 24 days ago!)     In those days there were so many aspects of the cuckold lifestyle that I didn’t understand or wasn’t aware of. A lot of the time I felt weird, or perverted, getting sexually aroused at the knowledge that other men were able to give my young wife the kind of fucking I couldn’t deliver, and I liked it when she would admit this to me. It would have been comforting for my psyche to know that there were a lot of other men around just like me who felt the same about their own wives. The one advantage I did have back in those early days was that AIDS wasn’t an issue. The other men always took my wife bareback, and she always considered an ejaculation as a badge of honor. Physical proof that the guy found her attractive and sexually exciting. Because of this, I was able to partake in sloppy seconds occasionally. (Even though I would only last about 30 seconds fucking her in the other guys mess!) On the other hand, I had never heard of cream pie, or cleanup duty, or had any inkling of how many other men participated in and enjoyed this activity. I occasionally felt the urge to go down on my wife after she had come home “soiled”, but was afraid she might consider the act “gay”. (Something I also felt unsure of myself.)       I now understand that the sexual passion and constant state of arousal that my young wife experienced with Gary wasn’t in addition to her romantic bond she had with him, it was because of the romantic bond they had together. I also now believe that a woman can really love more than one man. I also understand that any time love is involved in a relationship outside marriage it also carries a risk. Of course risk adds its own level of added excitement to a sexual situation.   Eight months into her relationship with Gary, Gary’s wife overheard him one night on the phone with my wife. This put an immediate and uncomfortable end to the relationship. Three months later Gary and his family moved away. My wife learned a lesson not to play with married men, and even though things ended in a bad situation, it was kind of nice to have my wife back again all to myself romantically. I did soon miss the abrupt end to my wife’s overt sexual passion though. I remember thinking at the time that her romantic bond with another man is something I’m glad I went through once in my life, but wouldn’t want to go through again. But looking back on it from my perspective now, I think I have a much better understanding of the mechanics of the situation and wouldn’t be as concerned that it would harm our relationship. A couple of months ago, I had a dream where my wife came to me and said Gary had contacted her on Facebook. He said he was divorced, and wanted to meet her for a drink sometime. She asked me what she should do, reply to him, or ignore him. I realized that they had a lot of history together, and that their romantic bond was not broken by any wish of their own. I also realized that the flames of love and sexual passion would be quickly and easily rekindled. On top of everything else, Gary was now unattached, and once the romantic bond was reestablished he might get idea of claiming her totally for himself. What is the cuckold to do? …………. In the dream, I told her to meet him for the drink.