"I'm Sorry You're Having Second Thoughts..."

A lot of men wonder what it’s like to actually become a cuckold. Furthermore, many others also wonder what the difference is between a stag (or a hotwife husband) and a cuckold. The following real account of a soon-to-be cuckold husband indirectly answers these questions in the best way. Take a look for yourself:

The first time my wife went on a date with another guy, we were both filled with a range of emotions. I was more nervous than she was, in fact, I think she was more excited than nervous. It was a guy from her work who she had been attracted to for sometime. I was disappointed after her date when she admitted that nothing happened - not even a kiss. Then they went out a second time. And then a third time. After two weeks, all they had done was kissed and “touched” each other a little (she wouldn’t clarify what exactly that meant). She said he obviously wanted to do more, but she wouldn’t let him.

Friday night, my wife and this guy had dinner plans at a nice restaurant. She called me into the bathroom to hand her the essential oils from the closet. She started talking to me, and I got the sense she wanted me to stay in there with her. She could tell I was turned on watching her, so she started kind of teasing me a little. The conversation turned to her and the guy from work she’d been saying. I watched her rub her smooth, wet body all over, and listened as she talked about her co-worker and how attracted she is to him. It was the first time she talked so freely with me about her feelings for him.

After her bath, she tried on a few different outfits, asking my opinion on each. It was torture watching her get all perfect, knowing it was to impress her new boyfriend.

After she got ready, she asked me to sit down on the couch. “I want to talk to you about something,” she said sweetly, putting her foot up on my lap and handing me a bottle of lotion. I started massaging lotion on her soft little feet, which she always loved. The way she said I want to talk to you about something made my stomach feel a little queazy.

“So, we’ve been taking things slowly so no one would get their feelings hurt,” she said.

I nodded. “I know, I think that’s good,” I admitted.

“I need you to know that tonight I’m probably going to spend the night with him,” she said bluntly.

She paused to let that sink in.

“Really?” I said, my voice shaking.

Her voice wasn’t shaking. She was very sweet, but she seemed very sure of herself. Then she added, “Not probably.”

I stopped massaging her feet for a second and nodded silently. I started rubbing her feet again slowly.

“I’m going to cuckold you tonight,” she said.

I suddenly felt a little panicked. I admitted that I was having some second thoughts on the whole thing, and mentioned that maybe we should wait just a little longer.

She looked at me. “Aw, I know. But we talked about this remember?”

As I rubbed her feet, I couldn’t help but picture her thin legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her soft heels into his back as he fucked her.

I sighed and nodded slowly. “But …” I started to say.

“Sweetie,” she said gently. “I’m sorry you’re having second thoughts. But I’m not really asking your permission.”

I gulped.

“This is going to happen,” she said sweetly, yet definitively.

That was the moment I realized that I was no longer in control. That was the moment I realized I was going to be cuckolded for real. And there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

She stood up and kissed me on the cheek. She put on her heels and asked me how she looked. She was genuinely interested in my opinion. Of course she looked stunning. I felt a tremendous pang of jealousy as I watched her walk out the door.

Later, she said she really enjoyed having me there while she got ready. She enjoyed my input, and she also enjoyed watching my agony as I accepted the inevitable.

“To feel attractive and desired, or even lusted after, is every girl’s dream,” she admitted, “So watching you want me so bad gave me a lot of confidence before my date.” She told me her boyfriend wanted her just as bad that night. The only difference was, he got to have her.

There’s certain element of what I call “consensual non-consent” in exploring a cuckolding fantasy in contrast to exploring a stag and vixen or straightforward hotwifing fantasy. This “consensual non-consent” isn’t for everyone, but if the above made you just a *little* hard/excited, than maybe it is…

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