What Is It Like To Be Cuckolded?

Very well written.

Yes, very well written and oh, sooo erotic.
Thank you for sharing with us.

Well done. Having experienced a lot of this, it creates some pleasant memories!

Absolutely beautiful

Thank you for sharing and putting into your own words your conflict of joy.

Yes the conflict of the mind versus the physical joys of the body. Thank you for putting this into words.

Absolutely fantastic x

I well understand what the first comment above spoke about. StokieUKcpl spoke of his most inner feelings. And, I believe that he spoke for many of us who have been honest with their wife or girlfriend. And, likewise for these same guys, cuckolds like me and many more, who let their partner be honest in their relationship, he spoke for each one of us. The cuckold allows her, the most wonderful gift he can provide; that she can be honest with him, her true partner. Of course, such transparency on the part of the cuckold creates many unique and even paradoxical feelings. Cuckolds, I will venture to say, most cuckolds, feel many feelings at once (hence, the expression, Flooded with Feelings). And many who can’t understand the mind of a cuckold; those without a clue; those willing to believe that they control their wife or girlfriend when they truly do not; those who cannot face their own inadequacy; those who have no clue that their woman is very unsatisfied; they will find out really “the hard-way” what a bad marriage/relationship is about (and it does not involve an erection).
What is described by StokieUKcpl (above) is actually bravery and total devotion. He describes how he cried and kept his word to his wife; that, he was willing to have agreed to her receiving pleasure from another man. He looked at his own inadequacy for what it is and realized that he must stay devoted to his wife. For sure he loves this woman. And he wants to stay with her, for their marriage to continue on. This gentleman has described many of my own feelings. I too have agreed. I became willing for her to be with another man. Understanding the physical needs of my wife; I too, examined my own inadequacy and shortcomings. While it has produced much frustration within myself, I needed to focus on what is most important. And, my love and devotion must come first. I see how many couples appear to be faithful; but, later it becomes known that they have broken-up. Maybe 50 years ago, the husband ruled and only he cheated. But today, an equal number of women cheat, if not more (much more many will say) than men. Facing reality, I knew deep inside my unsatisfied wife would be seeking sex with another guy….sooner rather than later. After years of marriage, my wife finally spoke to me with real transparency. She wanted to be with another male, sexually. She was not climaxing with me thru intercourse. She named a few other issues (IE real staying power). But, the top issue was, just what I always knew and wanted to hide from, my lack of size (and thickness). While looking at this site before I opened a dialogue with her about whether she is satisfied or not; I read something between Luvr and a potential cuckold. The boss of this site asked the potential cuckold if his wife enjoyed his small size during intercourse. And the answer was that she had told him that his small size was fine, that size was not important to her, and, that she climaxed during intercourse. Luvr, after having had conversed with him for a few moments before asking this question, saw thru this bullshit. And in no uncertain terms, Luvr stated (or strongly suggested) that his wife was not being truthful (I do not remember the exact verbiage that Luvr used.) Hearing this was a line drawn in the sand. I realized that what Luvr stated was pure logic and was in fact, applicable to me, as well. From this, I knew that I needed to have the most honest and open talk with my wife. And I subsequently learned that she was not satisfied with our lovemaking, not on a sexual level. I so welcomed her being honest. She explained that truly she loved me from the very beginning…..from our third date. From the very first date she felt safe with me. And, she knew that she would be financially safe, together with me. She explained she saw how genuine I was. And she wanted me more and more as time went by. My wife told me that she expected the sex to get better and better. She had thought that our love during our marriage would merge with our lovemaking and she’d become satisfied. Hearing this was, in-fact, traumatic. I did feel hurt. But, I knew that I needed to correct things or that she may correct things at some future point, without even asking me. My wife is very sexual and I could feel her deep need for satisfaction. With no other logical option, I was now willing to discuss her being with someone else. I knew this would not be easy for me. I knew that my initial sexual attraction to being a cuckold husband would be met with a downside. I knew that it had to be “about her” and her pleasure. The gentleman who left the first comment spoke of jealousy and actually crying; he spoke of feeling anger and betrayal. He spoke of his 6 inch penis. I too have felt this incredible angst but my penis is only 4.5 inches (on a good day). I knew that it was key for my wife to have freedom to feel real sexual pleasure. I knew my penis was not up for this task. Facing the truth is what has allowed us to remain as husband and wife. We agreed to particular rules. A few times, they were exceeded. And then, afterwards, we talked. I try to channel the pleasure of my wife, so that I can feel her pleasure…..so that I can get pleasure from her pleasure. As well, I try to manage and be accepting of my pain….my angst.
I am willing to put aside my basic sexual feelings. These feelings involve intercourse without pleasure for her. I have entered into a most specialized and sexualized state. It has many aspects. One of the aspects involves a martini of sweetness and bitterness; it involves feeling left-out at times; it involves an intense frustration; it includes feeling envy of the truly larger cock and balls (as compared to me) of the guy she is with; it involves my extra hard erection, the kind of erection that is very rare for the last several years when it is just she and I; it includes the very awkward feeling that happens when another guy is with my wife and his sense of power clearly shows, against my surrender, in fact, each and every time that I am present, or, just meet him, I can see the joy he feels as if he is taking my wife from me, and, of course, in many ways, he truly is taking her from me, at least for a while and in some cases for a while after; but, this drink includes more, it takes me down many notches and produces a very natural feeling of humiliation, or better put (as Luvr) has explained….feeling very humbled. Perhaps one of the most intriguing aspects is my extra hard erection. With cuckold angst comes very hard erections. Maybe this is the sign of the cuckold.
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Before my wife was with another guy, after we agreed she could be; I observed her flirting at a party and at a resort. Just her flirting, created the angst and the real hard erection. Just seeing her interested in another man caused this sexual arousal. Seeing each of these guys (at different times) interested in her, was so arousing. Seeing how their eyes always came back to her cleavage, and to her legs, felt incredible. As I watched my wife and her new friend talking and drinking together, on each occasion, from almost afar, I thought each time of her new prospect, leaning to kiss my wife briefly, and then, French Kissing her, and then kissing her breasts. Later, at home with her we spoke about how I felt and more importantly how she felt. She told me that she enjoyed it but that she felt some guilt. I assured her it was okay and as she saw from my erection, it excited me. But, I also told her that jealousy was mixed in and I also felt the feeling of inadequacy. That night we had wonderful and the most loving sex. We talked about the guy that night at the party and the guy at the resort (previous occasion). Although she only flirted with each of them; we got much excitement as we spoke about both guys; before our lovemaking, during our lovemaking and after. We had done this kind of talking, mixed into our sex, after she had flirted with the first guy. And what happened on this night simply added to our excitement. The guy at the party (earlier at the party, this night) was very good looking, tall, slim, younger than both of us and confident. My wife asked me if I thought about his size. And I explained I had. I told her that already, even without either of us seeing him naked, I envisioned him as being very large. My wife told me how appreciative she was of interest in her having a full size penis. She saw this as an act of love.
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Trying to further answer the question posed, I will speak about the first time my wife had sex with another man, after we were married. When I use quotes, I will be trying to remember what was said…..needless to say….this aspect of this writing will not be 100% accurate….I will be paraphrasing, based on what I remember. I had written prior to this about our first time with another guy; but, this time I try to focus on the question posed…..and it is written from a slightly different point of view.
The first we were with another man……was so very arousing to me and filled with hurt. I felt so torn up inside. I knew it could not be reversed once it happened. Although, just before it began, before he was with us, she asked me if I wanted to call it off. Part of me wanted to. My head had become very confused. I felt as if I did not know what was the right way for this to go. I had already met him but nonetheless I felt very awkward. I think he too felt some of this awkwardness. He had stated during our first meeting (my wife, him & me) that he had never been with a couple or with “a wife”; but, that this had interested him greatly. And, he stated that he had spoken to a couple once, but, that nothing had actually happened. He lived in the town where our resort was located. He was over ten yrs younger than my wife and was in his early twenties. As he and I spoke in the awkwardness of waiting for my wife to come out of the bedroom of our hotel suite; I knew (okay I just felt this) that he wanted to feel that he was causing me to become deeply affected by what would soon happen, it seemed like he wanted to feel he was causing me anguish, that humbled feeling; he wanted to be the one taking my wife from me. And, I wondered as we gently spoke, just how I’d feel when I saw his dick and how my wife would react to a really large cock (assuming his email photo was true). Talking with him, I had half an erection. At least it felt this way. I provided him with condoms and he agreed to use a condom. A few minutes later as I viewed my beautiful wife in her dress, necklace and heels; and her new friend, as they exchanged kisses, I had a full erection. And, as the man who made the first comment (above) said, I too had tears. And, I did actually cry (I tried to do this as quietly as possible). There is nothing more confusing, than feeling more sexually aroused than ever before, while seeing my wife making-out; while also feeling jealous; left-out; envy of his good looks (later of his cock and balls); and, the beginning of humiliation/feeling humbled. They had intercourse several times that evening and into the next day (and the following night). He did not directly humble me. I had told him when we originally met, this would happen naturally….and that I did not want humiliation. He agreed.
And seeing my wife together with him, caused plenty of discrete humiliation, indeed. Seeing her intense reaction to intercourse with him, was like nothing that even nearly happened between she and I. Their kissing felt like a knife in my back. Their intimacy surprised me. I did not think that the level of closeness between them would be as intense as it was. And, this rang even truer when I realized he had not put on a condom as agreed. I did not speak up about this. I now felt compelled to removing my pants. His thrusting was well beyond what I had provided to my wife. Her vagina loved his bigness. She responded to his pounding with incredible moans. I had written about this first time prior to this. There is so much I can say about this first experience, my becoming a cuckold with my wife. But this time I am trying to focus on answering the question of; what it is like to be cuckolded. Seeing their intimacy caused concern that she’d fall in love with him (at least we lived very far from him). I have seen a while back, where Luvr has said that if this happens, it is okay and that a woman can love more than one man. Still, I have felt angst over this particular issue (and others). As my wife was locked together in intercourse with this younger guy; I thought of how they seemed like they were a couple. And, it felt for a while that they were a couple and I was the outsider. When my wife told him how great his cock felt, how it was the best she had ever been with, made me feel absolutely awful and betrayed (yes although I wanted her to have real pleasure and was wanting this to happen). Seeing this young man sucking my wife’s breasts affected me beyond belief. And throughout their lovemaking, he would come back to wanting to feel mothered by her. My wife would cuddle the back of his head, like he was her baby, and hold him close, as he sucked her breasts. As he sucked each breast, my wife moaned from this pleasure. She told him “I love how you do this to me”. I had been masturbating to no end. And each time I would have an orgasm; I would become hard again as I sat and viewed him with my wife. As I watched I would smell her panties and her bra. This helped me feel some closeness to my wife. Somehow her bra and panties helped me feel bonded to her.
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I was now discreetly humiliated (yes humbled) beyond what I ever imagined.
It was compounded when she told me that she’d like him to stay until the late morning instead of for the four hours, she and I had agreed to. And, he had agreed, when we originally met him, that it would not exceed four hours. Hearing this he told her he was fine with this. Hearing this I was very upset. I never even answered and my wife never asked me again. He was going to stay longer. The best intercourse between my wife and me would be in the sitting position while we faced on another. We would French-Kiss and I would also suck her breasts and she’d hold my head to her body during the sucking of each breast. They actually had intercourse several times (he stayed the next night too). During their intercourse my wife told him she wanted this position. And, the hurt was great, as I saw she and he, in the same bed we had slept together in, during the earlier part of our stay…..as they made love facing one another in this same way.
He looked so muscular as they were coupled together, as he held her and they rocked back and forth….each mouth locked to the other….as my wife moaned and moaned…..and as they rocked back and forth…..I realized that his large cock was completely inside my wife as far as it could go. They were truly lovers. And I was sitting and viewing while I jerked off and smelled her undies, over and over. Their intercourse while facing one another was continuing and I was hurting emotionally, and needed it to end. But it did not end. But their mouths paused the kissing and my wife put her head sideways against his chest and he held her close. Still their rocking was continuing. My wife and he became more verbal; and, she told him things like “you feel so great inside me, this is unbelievable, I could do this everyday with you, I love how your cock feels, it is giant”. And, I do remember his exact words or close to it “if I had you I would not share you with anyone”. Maybe this was meant to hurt me. Hearing this I needed to leave the room. In the living room I very quietly cried. I did not want to be heard. My erection had left. And the tears filled my face. Without consciously realizing it, I brought her bra and panties with me. I held them as I cried. I would still smell them for special comfort. And this did help me. I got up from the sofa and closed the bedroom door. I tried to look away. The bedroom door was now shut and crying was easier. I saw the condoms on the coffee table which I provided. I felt betrayed by him. He shot sperm into my wife, more than once. That was not part of the deal. I composed myself. I wanted this to be the only time my wife and I would do this. As I sat on the couch I could hear them. I felt compelled to touch my penis. It became erect. I thought of his giant and thick penis and his balls…..or I should say giant and thick cock….I felt so much envy for his equipment……I wanted a cock and pair of balls like he has…..I had a very hard erection. I re-entered the bedroom. They were still facing the other; their rocking was now more gentle, actually slower. But now he was kissing her breasts. And then he sucked, one and then the other. As he sucked my wife looked at me. She said “I’m sorry but it just feels so good”. I was standing and she looked at my full erection. She then said “I’m glad you are liking this so much”. I had her bra and panties in my hand. And I felt very embarrassed being seen by her as I held them in my hand. I again sat in the chair. My wife was making loud moans and he made noise too. They were rocking intensely, I could hear her orgasm and he continued rocking. She yelled out “Its so good, so big, so big, I love it” and she’d repeat this even louder. I watched as she climaxed. But he was not done….he’d kiss her mouth and then suck her tits. And he’d kiss her neck and began to suck it. He were building up to climax inside her vagina, again. He was kissing her and sucking…..from her mouth to her breasts to her neck. His giant cock deep inside, he said “I feel so good, I’m gonna shoot now”. As he shot his sperm inside my wife, after saying these words (or similar verbiage) he held her so tight as he rocked hard as he placed his mouth on her neck. He let out a kind of sequel, his mouth on her neck and his sperm deep inside my wife. It was as if he just made love with his wife or his girlfriend. They actually made pillow talk. I wanted her back so bad. But I was kind of afraid to ask him. Again I was very envious of his cock and balls. He had just satisfied my wife. They laid together for maybe 15 minutes. She was on top of him. He had his arm around her. Seeing this made me so jealous. When she got off him, she leaked from his fluid. My wife put her face against his soft cock. And for a while, about 2 hours, they had a nap together as she lay her face in that same place.
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So…..What is it like to be cuckolded?
I hope I have provided a good idea of what it is like.

Well, that are just the feelings I have too. Very well written StokieUKCpl. Many Thanks

Its the strongest feeling a cuck can have. But its also “Playing with the fire” I think.

Such overwhelming enthusiasm!!!

Guys, Wish I could write as well, Anyway the following is how I was cuckolded and whit it was like the first time for me.

We were madly in love with each other, we were both 23 and had just recently married. We would tell each other fantasy stories when we were in bed. Our favourite story was always around Lyn wanting to seduce and actually fucking my friends. The erotic stories went on for about a year into our marriage, then one day, it all changed. A Friday night at the Pub a very close business associate that I had become very friendly with was quite tipsy and flirting with Lyn big time. Lyn (who was very drunk) took me aside and half joking asked me should if she try to go further with his flirtations, just for our stories together. I said yes as I was also fairly drunk, and in my mind that was more of a fun drunken dare to Lyn, though I also found it strangely exciting. Lyn and I agreed that I would excuse myself and go home saying that I was too drunk and not well while Lyn said she was having too much fun and wanted to stay at the pub to drink. I asked my business friend to look after Lyn that night and ensure that she got a taxi home after the pub closed. I went home and later that night Lyn went into his bed and spread her legs for my good friend.
At home, I was shaking, my stomach was in knots and I was scared, all in anticipation of what could happen to Lyn. I was thinking and trying to make sense of what was Lyn and I were doing and why was I so very excited by it all. My mind was racing, I just could not comprehend what was happening, I just did not know how to handle it. I had thoughts that there could only be a few kisses and cuddles between them and I never believed that sex would happen, he was my friend. That night at home I nearly chucked a couple of times but I also played with my cock and came twice thinking of him just kissing my wife and touching her breasts. With those thoughts, cumming and the drink I fell asleep on the couch around midnight.
Lyn woke me when she arrived home, it was about 5 in the morning and Lyn was sitting beside me on the floor she was nonstop crying and saying what had she had done to our marriage, to me and what a slut she was. After Lyn calmed down we talked for hours, she told me what had happened, she was saying it was the drink and she totally hated herself for actually doing it with him. Following this Lyn noticed that I had developed an erection, something I had not noticed and then everything changed, our lives would different forever more. Lyn smiled and leaned across, holding my cock, and seduced me telling me again what she had done, it was the hardest most fantastic cumming I had ever had. We talked about him all the next day, that night and every single day and night for the next few months, yes, it was the most sex I have ever had in my life – every day and night for the next 2 months straight. Lyn had spread her legs for Ian, my friend, the memory of what Lyn did and what he did to Lyn, Lyn was so wet all the time, so turned on and so was I.
After that night my friend generally evaded me for the next 2 months but during this time he was actually calling Lyn at her office asking her to go out with him again which Lyn had so far declined. Lyn was keeping me informed of all the calls and conversations and I could tell she was loving the attention and we both loved the memory of it all. Lyn finally raised the topic that really wanted him again and I agreed to it as I also wanted it to happen again. We agreed that she would accept his offer to go out, seduce him but we also agreed It was just the one more time as a goodbye fuck.
Lyn had told him that I was pretty useless in bed and only had a very small cock and that she really enjoyed being with him, his large cock and the way he made her cum. This was part of the conversations she had with him as her excuse to him about being unfaithful to me when we had only been married for just over a year. Long story short, again Lyn, my darling wife went out with him, kissed him, sucked his cock and spread her legs for him, but this time as Lyn told me her legs were spread very very wide. Lyn had cum multiple times that night and loved every minute of being unfaithful to me and being with a different man.
Lyn did not want to stop at the agreed “one” more time, she saw him again after that and it was always just… one more time, she was wanting him more and more. I always agreed with her seeing him as I was becoming addicted to my wife fucking one of my best friends. They continued their loving relationship fucking regularly at least once a week for about a year. All this time he still pretended to be my very good friend, we talked, we met, we had social nights, we laughed, joked and drank together all the while he was sucking and fucking my darling wife Lyn. Lyn told me everything, whenever they met and all the detailed sexual activities as well as the romantic details of their affair. The affair eventually ended after a year. Lyn was hooked on cuckolding me and I was hooked on being cucked. I never saw her have sex with him or any man in all that time. that was to change very soon after the affair with my best friend was over.

david

beautiful story!

Captures me to the T!

All I can say is that being a cuckold is so amazing and it’s seeing and knowing a real man is fucking my pretty wife is more erotic to me than actually fucking her myself. I haven’t had intercourse with her in over 8 years because she’s getting so much better than me, which she truly deserves. She tells me all the time that she’s in love with him and that he doesn’t just fuck her, he makes “Love” to her. I always leak in my pants as I listen to her talking about it, and I’ve even ejaculated in my pants without touching myself as I envision her spreading her legs for him. So I fully understand how the other cuckolds on here feel as they tell their stories. Lovely!!

Being Js cuckold is the most honest expression of my devotion to her I cam imagine. Before coming to the mutual decision that a cuckold marriage would be best for us, we had an active sexlife together. We were intimate often but one thing was missing from the early days — I could not give her an orgasm through intercourse. We substituted for this in a lot of ways: BDSM play, 3somes, swinging etc and had a very erotic connection. And we still do!

We learned the most about our needs and capabilities throng swinging. I am of average (6-inch) endowment and through swinging know that I can make other ladies orgasm through intercourse, but not J. J struggled to cum through intercourse with other partners as well, and I began to worry that perhaps there was a medical issue that made this difficult for her.

We would discover a solution when we met our Bull. And it was a bit of an accidental discovery. We were searching for a 3some, as we had done a couple of MFMs and J had enjoyed them thoroughly. Yes, she orgasmed hard while being DVPd or “spit roasted” by me and another man of similar endowment. I thought more of that would please her and when I approached our Bull, it was with this intention. (I didn’t really know what a Bull was and we weren’t so much looking for one as an MFM.) Our Bull talked me through how silly it was for two very differently endowed men to participate in a 3some with J and it would be better if he played with her solo.

After a few months of flirting we met him for dinner on the spur of the moment one opportune Saturday night. (The picture of J sporting the Bracli Pearl Thong in our album is from her preparations for that first night with her Bull.) The chemistry between them was apparent immediately, as was my willingness to stand aside and submit to the inevitably of their coupling. When we all left the restaurant together, J asked if I minded if she rode to our place with the Bull? I went ahead alone and left them to arrive at their leisure. They took nearly a half hour longer than me to reach our house and I began to worry. I would later learn that they spent a little time making out and J sucked his cock in the parking lot of the restaurant. Definitely edgier than her normal demure self. 🙂

More later if anyone is interested.

Vielen Dank für die ausführlichen Beschreibungen, die gefühle, die sicher alle cuckies irgendwie durchlaufen – danke fürs gemeinsame Teilen!

Beste Wünsche, Max

I walked in my wife in bed in our bedroom with our neighbor. I watched him pound her with a cock over twice the size of mine. She was responding like I had never seen. My stomach was doing flip flops. I was totally devastated. it got worse. She called me over to the bed, dropped my pants and underwear. She held his cock in one hand and mine in he other. She stroked us to erection, laughed at me and told me to leave. She had something that needed to be relieved.

I did not know what to do. My whole world had just been destroyed.

I walked in my wife in bed in our bedroom with our neighbor. I watched him pound her with a cock over twice the size of mine. She was responding like I had never seen. My stomach was doing flip flops. I was totally devastated. it got worse. She called me over to the bed, dropped my pants and underwear. She held his cock in one hand and mine in he other. She stroked us to erection, laughed at me and told me to leave. She had something that needed to be relieved.

I did not know what to do. My whole world had just been destroyed.

I have enjoyed the stories in this thread. I hope more will be be posted. Its clear that the stories were written by gentlemen that has experienced the emotions of seeing their wives being pleasured by a superior male. I have witnessed this many times over the years and its like an addictive drug.

We were both 35, had been married for 10 years, and my new job brought us to the UK and we bought a house in a little village in Berkshire. We got to know our new neighbour, a retired fireman, widowed 4 years ago and soon became great friends.

It all developed from there and on the one side my job which required me to be away from home and my family for many months at a time and the need to have someone to look after my family and my wife while I was gone, so quite naturally our neighbour, who by then had become a very good and trusted friend, became our guardian and also my wife’s live in and stay at our home stand-in and live-in husband, who truly looked after our family while I was gone.

Both he and my wife always kept me updated, in those times by letters and phone calls and when I returned we spent a lot of time together and we also enjoyed many wonderful moments for the three of us in our bedroom and he would come round during the day while I was at work and our children at school and virtually every weekend he would be a welcomed guest and spent the weekend with us, joining all activities, and the nights with us in our bedroom.

Making and enjoy love as a married threesome became quite naturally our normal lifestyle and we all enjoyed it very much and my wife Charo took to it as naturally like the proverbial duck to water.

Until today we both feel blessed as this did not turn out to be a short-lived affair like our previous holiday encounters during our vacations at naturist resorts, which we all also enjoyed very much, but our relationship with Alan lasted over 10 years and was as exciting and trusting and fulfilling for all of as till the end, as it was at the beginning.

It was a new work assignment for which we moved to a different continent that brought it an end with regards to our physical proximity, but until today we manage to visit Alan at least once a year or he comes to visit us, and we find the time to rekindle our relationship and reaffirm our close bond.

During our time in Berkshire my wife enjoyed another pregnancy and we became proud parents of our youngest son. We both have always called him our love child and we both know that we had long pondered the idea and took our time to reach our decision and confirm that it really was what we both wanted.

We were all very excited when my wife had her pregnancy confirmed and we all toasted each other with a glass of champagne, Alan and Charo in Berkshire and me in Melbourne, Australia were I had been working for the last 9 months, and I was so proud to become a Dad for the third time and that I soon would be home again and enjoy the beautiful sight of my happy pregnant wife and could enjoy again my long chats with Alan, who I so valued as a good friend, who looked after my family and my wife as if they were his own, and my wife and I were sure that he had deserved our full loyalty and the expression of our honest and truly felt gratefulness by fully and genetically welcoming him into our family and show him our deep feelings and how much we appreciated his support and full contribution that he has shown to me, my family and my wife over such a long time.

It is impossible to count how many times he has provided my wife with his much desired insertion of manly genes, which she truly deserved and enjoys to receive as often as possible. Charo and Alan have lived together as husband and wife and shared a marital bed over large stretches during those ten years when work assignments meant I had to be abroad for many months. It was only right that we kept welcoming him in our bedroom when I was back. And we all enjoyed our time and activities together.

Charo had always made it clear to me that with any activity that we both agreed she would always insist on welcoming any lover, even on the first night, in a fully natural way, that as a catholic wife she would never accept anything that was not in line with her belief, and that both she and I would have to accept any outcome as it presented itself.

But with Alan it was simply the natural outcome that we all had wished for and desired, and we could not have been happier with the result.

Alan is the godfather of two of our children. We all love him and my wife keeps a very special place for him in her heart and in her most cherished memories.