Becca Bellamy
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Are You Losing Her to Another Man?
🕑 Added 2024-09-15 03:03:13 +0000 UTCYou asked her to cuckold you. She said she’d do it, but she couldn’t just sleep with random guys. She needed to find someone she was into. She needed to have some kind of relationship with him.
She assured you she wasn’t going to fall in love with him. She just wanted to have the kind of fun that you experienced early in a relationship. She wanted to date him, sort of. She told you she didn’t have to do it if you weren’t okay with what she needed.
At first you weren’t sure what to do. You desperately wanted her to cuckold you. It was all you could think about. It had been an obsession of yours for years. It had been a source of intense, overwhelming arousal for you. Now she was offering to make your fantasy come true. It wouldn’t be exactly how you imagined it, but it would be a version of your fantasy and she didn’t seem the slightest bit freaked out by it.
A few days after you agreed to do it her way she went on a date. She’d already picked someone out and he was more than happy to take your pretty blonde wife to dinner.
She officially cuckolded you on her third date with him. They went back to his place and she spent the night. She came home to you in the morning and shared all the blissful details and it was everything you’d fantasized about.
Now they’ve been together for five months. They see each other two or three times a week. She talks to him every day. They text constantly. It’s starting to feel like it’s gone far beyond cuckolding you. It’s starting to feel like you might be losing her.
She goes shopping to buy clothes to wear for him. She bought that pretty dress because it’s the kind he likes. She’s never worn it for you. She only wears it for him. She hums to herself when she puts it – or dresses like it – on. She does it because she’s thinking about him. She’s thinking about the way he kisses her and how she feels in his arms.
You asked her about it last week. She spent the weekend at his house. She didn’t text you. She didn’t call you. She didn’t seem particularly interested in playing with you when she got home.
“Has this gone too far?” you asked on Monday night.
“What do you mean?” she replied.
“I feel like you’re not really my wife anymore. I feel like you’re his girlfriend and I’m just the guy you live with,” you said.
She took your hand and gave it a soft, sympathetic squeeze. You thought she was going to apologize, to tell you that she was going to end things with him, to tell you that she loved you more than anything.
Instead, she said, “You’re the one that wanted this.”
“I wanted you to sleep with someone else,” you protested.
She smiled. “And I told you that I couldn’t just sleep with someone else. I told you I had to like him, to develop feelings of some kind. You can’t really be surprised that I’ve actually developed feelings for someone, can you?”
You sat back and stared as her words sank in. “You’ve developed feelings for him?” you asked.
“Yes,” she said. “And I’m seeing him again today.”
He came to your house that day. You watched her run out front to meet him. You watched her leap into his arms. You watched them kiss as his hands moved to her ass. You studied her obvious desire for him. You saw that it was more than physical. It wasn’t just that she wanted to have sex with him. It was that she wanted to be with him, to exist in the same space, to be around the man that she’d developed feelings for.
They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other as they played outside the house. They kissed. They shared conversation. There seemed to be no shortage of things for them to talk about, at least during the times they weren’t kissing.
From the very start of her relationship with him you felt a sense of cuckold angst. Every man in your situation feels it.
Before her third date with him your wife told you they were going to have sex. She was absolutely sure of it. That was the first time you felt the powerful angst. You paced around the house the entire time she was gone. You barely slept that night. When she pulled into the driveway the next morning your heart pounded so hard you thought you might pass out.
The angst disappeared when she kissed you that morning. She pressed her body against yours and her tongue slipped into your mouth. She kissed you with such passion that you knew she wasn’t going to leave you.
That was then. Now the angst has returned and it seems much more reasonable than it did back then. Now it seems like you need to be worried that your wife has fallen for another man, that your marriage might actually be in jeopardy because you wanted – needed, really – to be a cuckold.
You wonder if there’s anything you can do. You know your wife is right. You were the one that wanted this. You asked her to cuckold you. You told her it was your biggest fantasy. You told her it was okay that she needed to have more of a relationship with someone.
You never thought it would go this far. You never thought your wife would lose herself in a relationship with another man. You thought she would be like the hotwives you’d read about online. You thought she would be like she was in your fantasies. You thought she’d fuck another guy and then come home and fuck you, or jerk you off, or suck your dick, or let you masturbate as she told you the dirty details of her encounters with him.
That doesn’t happen as much anymore, though. She rarely has sex with you. She only occasionally shares the details. Most of the time she tells you to jerk off by yourself as you fantasize about her fucking him. You do it and you love it, but it’s not what it used to be. It’s not what you want it to be.
Her boyfriend has every bit of her attention. When he’s around all she wants to do is be with him. She wants to kiss him, to touch him, to talk to him, to laugh with him.
She wants to have sex with him too. Of course she does. It’s not like they’re just friends. They have lots of sex. Great sex, too. That’s how it started. That was the original idea. She was going to have good sex with someone. It’s just that it has clearly blossomed into something else. There’s no denying it at this point.
She works so hard to look good for him. She styles her hair and does her makeup exactly how he likes it because she wants him to want her the moment he sees her. She buys new dresses and shoes to look good for him. She even works out more now that she’s with him. She wants to be beautiful for him. She wants to look good for him in a way she’s never wanted to look good for you.
There’s a reason for that. You know there is. You know it’s because she has feelings for him. You know it’s more than her desire for him. You know it’s because their relationship is about so much more than sex.
It’s about sex too. That’s why she just unzipped his pants and freed his cock. That’s why she pulled her panties aside. That’s why she took him inside her. That’s why they’re having sex in your house. That’s why they’re having sex while you watch.
Their kisses are so beautiful as she rides him. It’s slow and gentle. It’s beautiful, really. It’s lovemaking. There’s no question it’s lovemaking. He’s filling your wife. She’s riding him with her slick, needy pussy. They’re making love on your living room floor and she doesn’t even know you’re there. She doesn’t care. She only cares about him.
You feel like you’re losing her to him, but you can’t keep the arousal at bay. You’re watching your beautiful wife make love to the man she’s effectively been dating for the past five months and you’re hard as a rock. You don’t want to be. You want to keep a clear mind so you can plead with her to stop seeing him. You don’t want to be a cuckold anymore.
You’re turned on, but you’re jealous of him. Immensely so, in fact. You wish she was riding you. You wish she looked at you like that. You wished she stared into your eyes while you made love to her. You wish she straddled you and sat on your cock. You wish she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. All of that is reserved for him, though. All of that is for the man she’s been dating for the past five months, not for her husband.
You watch as jealousy, desire, agony, and pure lust populate your body. Your cock is hard. You know you’d cum if you masturbated, but you refrain from doing so. Instead you watch your wife and her boyfriend make love. You watch her cum on his cock. You watch him cum inside her. You watch them share in the joy of their connection.
They cuddle up on the living room floor afterwards as you watch from the doorway. He puts his arm around your wife and pulls her close. She snuggles up next to him.
“I love you,” she whispers.
You feel lightheaded. You grab the door frame to hold yourself up.
“I love you too,” he replies as he pulls her closer.
It doesn’t mean you’ve lost her. It just means that he’s gained her love. Maybe she loves you both. Maybe she knows it’s just a short term relationship with him. Maybe she won’t leave you for him. Maybe you haven’t lost her.
Do you still want to masturbate? Do you want to close your eyes, stroke your cock, and replay her words in your head? You do, don’t you? Go ahead. Embrace your desire. Hear those beautiful words she said to him as you indulge in self-pleasure.
It feels good, doesn’t it?
