HUMBLED

A few years ago, I lost my wife of 15 years to what I have since come to know as an Alpha Male.
My ex wife is what you can only describe as a bombshell. She has 36d breasts and a nice round ass on a frame of 5’8” 130lbs. she always turned men’s heads everywhere we went. She still does to this day. I honestly thought that I would spend the rest of my life with this woman. I thought we’d be there for each other until one of us died.
We didn’t grow up around each other. We didn’t even grow up in the same town. And it wasn’t until we were in out twenties that we met. At the time I didn’t know much about her sex life before she met me. What I do know is that the first time we had sex I couldn’t believe that I was about to fuck such a stunning woman. The fact that she was so eager to get me between her legs that first night was a huge thrill as well. I remember thinking “man, this girl must love to fuck”. That first time together didn’t last very long, and I chalked it up to nerves and the fact that she was just so beautiful. This was something that would repeat itself throughout our relationship although I had no clue as to what the problem really was.
Time passed by and we got married, had kids, did all the normal stuff. Our sex life was never really great. Most times when I tried, she wouldn’t be in the mood or wasn’t feeling well. I thought all of this was normal for a couple that had been together for a while. When we did have sex I would slide into that exquisite pussy of hers and want to cum immediately. She has without a doubt the hottest, wettest pussy I have ever been inside. I commented about how wet she gets one night and she replied “I’m always wet”. Nevertheless, I would always cum way too fast. My excuse was always “honey, it’s just that you’re so good” or “its been so long since we did it”. I would tell her things like this and never give it a second thought. It was only after losing her and researching things that I realized I was blaming her for me not being man enough to handle her pussy. There were clues along the way that I wasn’t a real man to her. She used to call me Peter Pan and I never really understood that. One night we’d had a bit much to drink and I was trying to get her to fuck she said to me” aww, do you want to get your little peter wet?” at the time she said it, it went right over my head.
When things finally did come to an end, I found out some truths. Shed slept with three men while with me. The first was a one time thing as a revenge for an indiscretion I had. The second was with a superior at work who could help her career and the third and most important was with the Alpha that took her away from me. That affair lasted for the last nine months of our marriage.
He was by all accounts the true love of her life. She had began dating him her freshman year of high school. He was a senior so she was thrilled that he would pay any attention to her and she was in love. She dated him off and on her couple of years in school, but things got serious her junior year. They were inseparable for two years straight. She told me that her last two years of school, she lived with him more than at her parents. Of course, her parents hated him and still do to this day. The only problem with their relationship was that he was a player and was fucking other women. Shortly after my wife graduated, he got another woman pregnant and that ended things between him and my wife. She of course was heartbroken and eventually moved to my hometown and some years later we met. I knew none of this when we were together. He married the lady he knocked up and they wound up having 4 kids together and eventually divorced.
After he and his wife divorced, he reappeared in my wife’s life and changed my world forever.
I have learned a lot of things about life, relationships, women and men. I never knew of an Alpha man or a beta until all of this. I wasn’t all that familiar with cuckolding and knew nothing about chastity and the like until this. I thought that I was a normal red-blooded man like everyone else. I knew I didn’t have the biggest of dicks but I never thought of it as little either.
I was trying to be something I was not. I was trying to be an alpha male in every aspect of life, but it was impossible for me. I out ranked this man in every category. I am better educated, have a better job, better bank account, better sense of humor and most women say I’m better looking than him. But in the place where it counts most, there is no way I can compete with him. The best way I can describe it I feel humbled. Not only did his big dick please my wife more than anything ever has. It also humbled her husband.
Did he cuckold me? Yes, I think he did. Did he force me to take a good look at myself? Yes, he did. Did I learn a newfound respect for him, and the other men like him? I most certainly did! I think that if I am 100 percent honest with myself, I have more respect for him than my wife does. Thanks to him I don’t have to pretend to be something I am not. Thanks to him I don’t embarrass myself by trying to “get my little peter wet” anymore. I have accepted my place in the order of men thanks to him. Can I run a company, make a lot of money, provide for the people I care about? You bet I can, and I am damn good at it! Can I fuck a woman like she needs to be fucked? Please her, make her whimper, moan, sweat, and grunt? NO! I Definitely cannot.
Thanks to him I have learned more about sex and anatomy than I ever thought possible. The difference in the physical make up of a big powerful cock like his, and my little guy. The reasons he fucks and makes women cum and why I slide in and spurt. Why his big balls produce ropes upon ropes of thick hot cum, while mine only a little squirt. The sensations women feel from a man like him as opposed to me. The spots inside a woman that a man like him can only reach.
No one has to tell me these things anymore. I only have to look down, between my legs and see what’s sticking out from my body to know where I rank. I am comfortable with myself as a person more now than I ever have been. Not trying to pretend anymore is liberating in a way I cant really put into words.
I know that some will ridicule me for this, but that’s ok. I am comfortable in my own skin and happy with my fantasies. If I never find anyone to replace that true love I felt for her then I’m ok with that too. Some people live their whole lives and never completely give their hearts away.