just friends

Last Christmas, when she was still mine, or at least I thought so… it was just after I gave her that gorgeous, sexy white coat, just after she put it on and smiled while I took the pic, that she posted it to her socials. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, said she loved it and thank you, and that she’d be right back and went upstairs. That’s when I saw it- the reply to her post saying “you look hot- get over here right now babe,”

I just figured it was some creep that snuck into her DMs, but then I saw her reply “on my way babe!😘💋💞”

Stunned, shocked and completely floored, I just sat there waiting for her to come back down. Still wearing the coat, she practically skipped down the stairs, gave me another kiss on the cheek and said she was off to hang with her girlfriends. I was still too shocked to say anything, but the rest of Christmas Day she kept posting pics oh herself, with him.

I cried a lot that day, and when she got home she could tell. She asked me what’s wrong, and I told her I saw her posts. She smiled sweetly, sympathetically, and said “oh… hey, you don’t mind, do you sweetie? It’s just a guy I’ve been seeing, and y’know, we’re just friends, right? Besties, right? I mean, I know we haven’t really talked about it, but we stopped having sex, like, a long time ago… I just figured you knew, and we’re ok with it…”

“But… you’re my wife…” I said, sobs returning, “I love you…”

“I love you too sweetie,” she said in a tone conveying both sympathy and pity, “and I’m sorry but, y’know, a girl has needs, and well, sometimes I just need a guy who’s, y’know, more umm, manly? You understand, don’t you sweetie?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, ready to start arguing, but then looked up at her. She was so beautiful, especially in that coat, and when I looked into her beautiful eyes, I just lost my nerve. “I guess so…” I capitulated, “I love you so much… I just want you to be happy…”

At that, she leaned down, reached out and caressed my cheek, wiping away the wetness from my tears, the soft cuff of her coat on my neck gave me a shiver and made my dick twitch and ache. “I knew you would understand,” she said, “you’re gonna be such a good cuckold husband for me aren’t you?”

This is certainly not what you had ever thought might be what your marriage would be like -- but you also know that you're to blame for the fact that she had decided some time back to start cuckolding you. And you also know that you love her much too much to ever be able to handle being divorced, so that leave you no other option than to accept your new status as her pussy-free cuckold.

No, she’s not amused.

She sees right through you. Your pathetic attempts to be her friend are just making you come off as a pathetic simp.

But that’s your hope, isn’t it? You know she would never consider dating you- she’d never even consider you to be an actual man. The only thing you can hope for is “friendship”, and by that, since why would she want a wimpy beta loser like for a friend, you really mean “simp”.

"And you understand that he's the main man in my life now, OK?"

It was not as if you had a choice. "Yes dear" you replied "and ... thank you for friendzoning me."

Being in her friend zone isn’t so bad… and I don’t mind helping her out, I mean, what’re friends for right? Besides, I actually like doing laundry and cleaning her apartment… and sometimes, I get to hang out with her, sometime with her friends too… I mean, sure I gets a little awkward when they all start talking about certain things, like cute clothes and cute boys, especially when they ask me my opinions- I usually blush a lot, shrug my shoulders and sheepishly give them an answer, and they all giggle a lot! Then I’m happy I made them happy…

One time, when they were helping her pick an outfit for a date, they asked me which I thought she should wear. I didn’t like that so much because I have such a big crush in her that I really don’t like it when she dates other men. I had a little tantrum and stormed out of the room crying. She came after me and asked me what was the matter, and I told her I was in love with her and I wished I was her boyfriend. I thought she’d get mad, but instead, she was really nice! She hugged me and comforted me, and explained that a girl’s emotions and feelings can get complicated and confusing, and that the feelings I have for her are more because we’re like sisters or bffs. She said that I could never be her boyfriend because I’m not masculine, but that she loves the feminine girl I’ve become as a friend, and asked me, if she did agree to try being my girlfriend, did I really want to throw our friendship away for what would certainly be a failed romance. She’s so smart and wise, I couldn’t argue with her logic, and said no, I would never want to lose her as a friend. Then she brought me back in to the room with the rest of her friends and I helped her pick an outfit for her date by modeling them both for her. This cute sweater in the picture was the winner! It was so nice and soft to wear, I’m sure she’ll want to cuddle right up with her date, and he’ll just love how it feels to touch too!