After we had kids it became easier for me to stay home with them while my wife got her sexual needs fulfilled. It was easy to imagine her getting fucked, another man's large cock pushing into her wet pussy, stretching it out while she moans loud on it, even as she kisses him. The amazing orgasms of being fucked really damn good. Some reason it is also easy not to think about what it looks like besides the amazing sex. The way she kisses him and looks into his eyes. How she lays in bed and tickles his back the same way she does with me. Him making her laugh and her snuggling into him. Those intimate moments. The raw fucking turning into sensual passionate love making.
Early on in a cuckolds journey those are the things he fears most. Knowing she needs more you rationalize, she is just being fucked. As you grow, blossom, encourage you see it in her eyes. The half truths. She teases you and tells you about the amazing sex but she leaves out the intimate details. You can see her energy has shifted, you know even before she does she is falling in love with him. Then it is those details that start to arouse you, that you fantasize about, that get you off the most. At the same time it causes you cuckold angst, humiliation and shame. Us cuckolds are made to suffer because of our inadequacies. On the flip side we need to suffer because of our inadequacies because we have learned that is how we get off.



















