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part 2

It’s been a good while since her and Tony had properly met that day, though he’d often call into where we have our place of business when I was away from the office, just for a cuppa, but sadly her assuring me nothing happened. He was wanting it badly, turning up in his trademark shorts with a rod of iron; she says she didn’t, so I can only go on that. But, to explain further, she had done a few things in the very distant past (before cucking me) that I only found out years later. Her last ex before me even let it slip when we were changing in the gym. A combination of my arrogance and naivety meant that I never doubted she was faithful; but she clearly married a guy with too small a dick. I feel so sorry for her, genuinely.

During this time I discovered quite by accident, on an old long-forgotten hard drive, most of the pics and vids we had of guys fucking her in the early days as well as a fair bit of her with her first guy she chose to properly cuck me with, looking amazing together. I was oblivious at the time, but there was love there, any fool could see it. But all unspoken.

She’d agreed back then to the filming to give me as she laughingly put it when mocking me with a young lad one night ‘a momento, something for him to wank off to later.’ At first it was hot to see. The guys were just as fit as I’d remembered and the obvious humiliation of them being superior hit me once more, the twist in the gut that was at odds with loving every moment. She looked so hot and making sounds I’d never been able to stir, because in those vids she was enjoying a proper sized cock, instead of what she had married.

But there was something in them all that was not quite right that and I had missed when we first started our journey all those years ago. I watched them almost continuosly for days, until it really hit me. It was me; I seemed to be the problem. I had been seemingly oblivious to what I was doing. I was devastated and, well, ashamed of the way I behaved. Let me explain.

Instead of letting her enjoy things fully without interference, I kept interupting them and asking if they could do this or that. My idea of cuckolding was really just me saying I want to watch you get fucked, without truly understanding that, actually, it should have been her and her alone that drove what she might do and when. I have to say she did very often look at me coldly as she was clearly pissed off; I was obviously in the way with my needless interuptions. It had been me who had gotten her into the scene and maybe I thought I had some right to control things. Alongside this, I remembered being told by her first guy that sex when I wasn’t there was always more intimate and intense as they weren’t putting on a performance and she’d often mention secret sessions with him, so she was sometimes leading that; who could blame her.

I knew then it was the only way we could resume this cuckold journey and make her feel comfortable was to start from scratch and give her my assurance I would not only stop directing things for my own selfish gratification, I would be happy to give her the total sexual freedom she really deserved, which included meeting her guy alone, for however long she wanted and wherever she wanted. Another big thing that bugged her from way back was me asking about messages and wanting to see every damn thing, so I knew that messages between her and the guy were none of my business.

I was told a few years ago by her first guy that actually, they secretly frequently had sex when I wasn’t around. Fucking in front of me but making love when I was not. That hurt a bit.

I had suggested he come away with us on our family caravan holiday and that he could of course sleep each night with her in the main bedroom, but that it was purely for sleeping, no sex. In hindsight, clearly an unreasonable promise to keep and not a fair one on them. So, of course, they’d fucked each night whilst I was asleep next door. They’d talked alot on that holiday in those nights alone about a weekend away together by themselves. When the holiday ended, he stayed with us for a few days. I would be at work and well, you can work out the rest. The news, when he bragged about it to me was a real head fuck.

I started remembering back to the times I would be told by them to wait in the hotel lobby, sent out to the shops, or on solo drinks dates that led to a lot more on the way home and being at work when she had been with someone that I knew about but she’d asked to let her meet the guy without me. And as I did so I realised these times actually turned me on the most. Instead of being angry I was incredibly turned on to this intense element of this new cuckold reality. I needed to be a better cuck and allow her complete freedom to meet without me and give her the time and space to properly enjoy her boyfriend without hassling her. All I could think about was how much I wanted to make up for the past and really put her pleasure first.

We had not had sex for a very long time. In truth, very little physical contact in any way. Its no exaggeration to say about two years pussy free for me and she had also built up a good selection of toys to keep her satisfied. After a weekend away with the girls she came home hot and horny and probably just took pity on me that day. I gave her a very long foot massage and this led to a prolonged snogging session. By this point, amazingly, we found ourselves naked. I’d forgotten just how soft and tender her body felt, every inch so incredibly sexy to me, even after such a long marriage. She teased me as usual about guys that had chatted her up at the weekend and how hot they were.This was too much of an opportunity to miss so I took my chance. Nervously, I decided I’d blurt out what was on my mind. I attempted to push my soft little dick up against her wet pussy and she laughed, pushing me gently back as usual and said ‘you know you can’t fuck me properly anymore…’