Humiliation and Acceptance

I’ve been married to my amazing wife for 14 years, and we have two wonderful kids—a girl and a boy. For the past three years, I’ve embraced being a cuckold husband, and I absolutely love where this journey has taken us, though it’s been a wild ride with unexpected emotions.

It all started with late-night talks in bed. I opened up about my cuckold fantasy, My wife, Priya, wasn’t all in—maybe 70% at best. I could tell she was skeptical, her eyes rolling a bit, but I was so fucking excited, like a kid on Christmas. After tons of talks, her saying, “Okay, fine, let’s try it,” I knew she was mostly doing it for me. Still, she jumped in, called up an ex-boyfriend, and laid it all out—100% honest with him and me. First date was dinner, and she’d text me updates, like, “We’re at the restaurant, he’s being sweet.” I’d sit there, glued to my phone, cock twitching, waiting for her next message.

Shit got real fast. One night, she got dolled up in this tight little red dress, lips painted red like a fucking siren, kissed me deep, and said, “Honey, wait for my texts, okay?” She was off to a hotel with him. I was losing my mind, pacing, checking my phone like a junkie. She sent updates: “We’re here, drinking wine.” Then, fucking silence for an hour and a half. I was half-worried, half-hard. Then, ping—a selfie hits my phone. Her face is red like she’s been slapped, mascara running down her cheeks, cum dripping all over her neck and those perfect tits, red marks everywhere. I swear to God, that picture made my cock so hard I thought I’d explode. I wanted to jerk off ten times in a row, but I promised her I wouldn’t touch myself. When she got home, she slid next to me, yanked my pants down, and started stroking my dick while telling me how he fucked her. Not the full play-by-play, just enough—how he took her, how she screamed. I came three fucking times that night, my bed a mess, my head spinning.

But shit got wilder when her ex came to our house. They’d fucked like ten times by then, and I was pumped to meet the guy but nervous as hell. He walks in, all calm and cocky, totally in control. Not how I pictured it—reality’s a bitch sometimes. We exchanged “hey, how’s it going,” but then it got awkward fast. He’s grabbing Priya’s ass right in front of me, taunting me with this smug grin. I felt like a fucking loser—ashamed, jealous, my stomach in knots. Then he kisses her, deep and sloppy, rips her clothes off, and starts fucking her like a goddamn animal on our couch. His cock? A fucking monster, thick and huge, dwarfing mine. He’s tossing her around like a rag doll, slapping her hard, and she’s moaning like I’ve never heard. This is the mother of my kids, and I’m watching her get fucked like a porn star, loving every second. I couldn’t get hard at first—humiliation hit me like a truck. I didn’t even know she could be like that.

I’m on my knees by the bed, they’re lying there, catching their breath, and they start laughing at me. Calling me a “pathetic little sissy husband,” saying my dick’s nothing next to his beast. He’s bragging he’ll come back every day, fuck my wife in front of me, make me lick his cum dripping out of her pussy, even suck his dick and balls to show Priya who owns her body. Those words? Fuck, they lit me up. My cock sprang to life, hard as steel. They laughed harder, mocking me for getting off on it. I’m sitting there, cum leaking out of my pee hole without even touching myself—first time that ever happened. That’s when I knew: this is my place. This is my fucking life now, and I’m all in.

He left soon after, and Priya looks at me, smirking, and says, “You can come to bed, but only if you eat my pussy and ass and clean up the mess he made.” I jumped on that bed like a happy fucking dog, lapping at her pussy for half an hour, tasting his cum, her sweetness, all of it. She came twice, screaming, then pulled me close, hugged me tight, and said, “Baby, I’m so glad you brought this up. I fucking love this lifestyle.” We cuddled, and I felt like the luckiest guy alive.

This journey has been a mix of intense emotions—excitement, humiliation, jealousy, and love. For those of you in similar dynamics, how do you handle the humiliation aspect? Did it take time to embrace it?.

PS. I’ve Uploaded some of the screenshots of conversation my wife and i had when she used to visit her Ex in the hotel room.

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