Emotioncandau - Cocu Trouple

At first you fantasized about your wife fucking other men.

She did and enjoyed it. The variety and yes the fact they are bulls and they fuck her better than you can as her submissive husband. It made you hard, made you orgasm. There was some angst but after all it was just sex.

You loved helping her dress for them. Here shirts got shorter, tops tighter, leggings got more sexy. She started to workout more, care for her body more. Even stopped wearing bras. Becoming bolder even wearing thinner more share tops. If she is like my wife she had her boobs enlarged, her lips injected, has monthly visits to get her eyelash extensions. Then she met him. You still enjoy her dressing sexy for him. He is not just a bull though. Her relationship with him causes you much more angst. With that angst comes higher arousal. Her falling in love with him now a turn on. At times it feels like you are losing her. You might be. At the same time it pushes all the right cuckold buttons.

@myheartinherhands

You messaged her in the morning after a sleepless night to ask how it went with her bull? "Good morning, how was your night with him?"

Time went by pretty slow for you all evening. Taking care of the kids, feeding them dinner, putting them to bed. Thinking about your wife out with another man, probably being fucked.

In bed you were turned on but couldn't sleep so you finally gave in and jacked off thinking about her with him. Imaging your sexy wife being fucked by another man. You even opened tumblr and porn hub looking at images of women being fucked by studs with much larger cocks than you have. Your wife has told you how much she loves the way he stretches her pussy, that his cock isn't super long, of course longer than yours, maybe 7 inches or a little more. But he is thick, and she loves that, it makes her whole body feel full and stretched when he is fucking her. His cock makes her orgasm almost immediately. She has told you he has the perfect cock for her body. So the sun is up, you watched it rise, since you couldn't sleep. You are only thinking about her. Angst and pleasure are starting to mix, it has been so long since she contacted you. You haven't heard from her since she messaged you she arrived at his house yesterday evening. It is difficult, you try not to message her, try not to interrupt her time with him. You don't want to seem desperate or needy. But you can't help it. You are desperate and needy so you message her early in the morning. You don't hear back from her. The time slows again, the hours tick off. She isn't thinking about you, yes she still loves you and is grateful you encouraged her to go to him. It is him she is thinking about though as the sun wakes her up at 8am. You were up and texting her at 6am. She feels giddy, excited. Last night was amazing. The dinner out. More than that the sex. How he fucked her right when she walked through the door. How they kissed and felt like a couple at dinner. Feeling his cock in her mouth as he drove them back to his place. The way he fucked her hard and rough as soon as they returned. How after they laid together talking, he making her giggle, her making him laugh. That comfortable connection. Then it turned into soft and passionate kissing. Long slow thrust in and out of her as they made love. His hand rested gently on her face, their eyes locked, searching each other's thoughts in the dim glow of the room. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions. It felt right, undeniably so. He took a chance, his voice low and filled with confidence. "God, I love you," he said, the words hanging in the air like a confession.

She paused, just for a second, caught off guard yet swept up in the passion of the moment. Her feelings for him were real, undeniable. She breathed out softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "God, I love you too," she said, before collapsing into his arms, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss.

The night unfolded like a dream, the words "I love you" spoken again and again between gasps of pleasure and quiet whispers. As the sun rose, casting light into the room, she rolled on top of him, her excitement palpable. With a big smile, she told him, "I’m so in love with you." Her body pressed against his, and they made love again.

Back at home, the hours stretched on. By 10 a.m., you still hadn’t heard from her, the kids up watching TV, your room filled with silence.

In their shared bed, they lay cuddling each other, discussing what might come next. She tracing her fingers on his chest as she spoke, her voice conflicted yet honest. "I still love him. I want to be with him. But I’m in love with you too." Her words raw, unpolished, as if she were piecing together her emotions in real-time. "Maybe we just take it a day at a time," she suggested, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "This is all so new to me."

He nodded, pulling her closer. "I understand," he said gently. "I love you. I just want to be with you as much as I can." He reminded her you are a cuckold and are into her with other men. They laughed. She placed her head on him, "but I wasn't supposed to fall in love with another man."

It wasn’t until a little after 11 that your phone finally buzzed with her message.

"An amazing night and morning! We have a lot to talk about. On my way home. Thanks for encouraging me to stay with him. I can't wait to do it again soon. Love you."

It started as traditional cuckolding for us. A way to spice things up, a way to address the undeniable truth that my wife needed and wanted more sexually. We both knew it. In the past, she’d cheated on every man she’d been with, and that knowledge was a huge turn-on for me. I didn’t mind. I found it exciting. She had her share of toxic relationships, drawn to the intense, raw sex with the "Alpha Type" guy. But when we found each other, she was ready for someone different. A nice guy, someone who put her first. I was that guy. We both desired for her to cuckold me, to find men who were more physically dominant, guys who could give her that mind-blowing fucking I can’t.

It worked. It still works. I’m what many women would call sexually inadequate. Yes, far below average in length and girth. But I make up for what I can’t give her with my feminine touch, with the way I worship her body and her sexuality. I take care of her in ways that go beyond the bedroom. Keeping our home running smoothly, doing most of the laundry, cooking, and cleaning. I take care of the kids, allowing her the freedom to relax and enjoy herself with other men.

There’s always been a push and pull inside me. A constant tug of war between my desire to be cuckolded and my internal struggle to be the man I think I should be. It’s hard to let go of the masculinity society says I should embody, but when I do, it’s liberating. It’s an incredible rush watching my wife be sexually free, hearing her stories, seeing her pictures, and even sharing some of her experiences with me. When we’re together, I know I can’t compare to the other men she’s with. There’s no comparison. I’m a cuckold for a reason. I can’t reclaim her, I can reconnect with her. But it boils over into fear, shame, humiliation, and inadequacy. All the things you see in cuckold porn. But this isn’t fantasy, it’s my real life.

I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t ask for my wife to fall in love with another man. It’s something I thought I didn’t want. But deep down, looking at the progression of my cuckolding journey over a decade, I think it’s fair to say I did ask for it. As much as I didn’t want it, I wanted it enough to encourage her. I wanted it enough to keep encouraging her, even today.

When she met him, there was an instant connection. A spark of new relationship energy, an excitement neither of us had expected. It scared the hell out of me. Over the years that followed, it tore my heart apart, shattered my confidence, and tested every ounce of my mental strength. Yet, despite the pain, it brought me the greatest sexual pleasure, the kind of excitement and release I had never known of felt before. The very thing that broke me also awakened something inside me, something deeper, darker, and more exhilarating than I ever could have imagined.

They call it emotional cuckolding, a dance of power, love, and vulnerability. It’s not just about watching your wife fuck someone else. It’s witnessing her emotional connection with another man, feeling your place in her life shift as she falls in love with someone else, and realizing how much you want to be part of that dynamic, even if it hurts.

As a cuckold, the thought of my wife falling in love with another man wasn’t a turn-on. I didn’t think it would happen. But then it did, and it aroused me in a way I never imagined. There’s a thrill that rises from seeing your wife form a deeper emotional bond with someone else. The rawness of watching her fall in love, to see her laugh, share secrets, and create memories with him. It’s not just about physical attraction. It’s the intimacy, the connection, the feeling of knowing that someone else has touched her heart in a way I haven’t in some time. It’s almost a release, a surrender to the fact that now not just her sexual needs but also her emotional needs might be fulfilled by someone else, and yet, I remain on the periphery, watching, feeling both pain and pleasure.

The arousal that comes from emotional cuckolding is unlike any other. It’s hard to explain. It’s not just jealousy. It’s a twisted form of love. Seeing your wife with another man may bring a surge of insecurity and fear, but it also evokes a deep desire for her. The fact that she’s willing to explore her emotions with him while still sharing love and connection with me makes me feel both excluded and included in ways I can’t fully describe. You love her enough to let her be free, to let her explore another part of herself, and that in itself is a deeply satisfying feeling.

It’s the paradox of it all. The pleasure that comes from seeing her fulfilled in ways I can’t provide. That’s the rush. Knowing that her happiness, even if it comes from someone else, fuels my arousal. The way she smiles when she talks about him, the tenderness in her voice when she mentions his name, the first time she tells me she loves him. These are the moments that make the cuckold’s heart race and dick drip. It’s not just about watching sex unfold. It’s about understanding that I’m part of a bigger emotional puzzle, a love story that’s larger than just physical attraction. Then, I encourage it. I encourage her to fall deeper in love, to spend nights, weekends, and vacations with him. 

As a cuckold, there’s an element of deep self-awareness that adds to the thrill. You understand your own vulnerability, your own inadequacy, and that knowledge becomes a strange source of empowerment. You know that, despite your fears and insecurities, you can still be an integral part of her life. The fact that she still loves you, still values your friendship, while falling for someone else, creates an intoxicating dynamic. It’s about navigating the balance between pain and pleasure, between knowing you’re not enough for her in some ways, but still being the one she turns to when she needs comfort, support, or emotional stability.

The beauty of emotional cuckolding is that it forces you to confront your deepest fears and desires. It’s not just about the humiliation or voyeuristic thrill. It’s about the challenge of accepting that your wife can find someone who touches her heart in a way you haven’t in a while, and yet, still choosing to stand by her. You understand that emotional fulfillment doesn’t diminish your connection. It enhances it. It’s about watching her grow, not just sexually, but emotionally, and realizing that your own journey as a cuckold is one of self-discovery, too. It’s a blend of polyamory and cuckolding, with cuckolding as part of the kink, the fact that you’re not polyamorous yourself, and you're not dating others, makes the dynamic even more powerful.

In emotional cuckolding, every glance, every touch, every whispered conversation between her and her boyfriend sends a jolt of pain and pleasure through your body. But what makes it more arousing is the understanding that you don’t just crave to watch her be loved by another man. You crave to witness her love him. To feel her heart race when she’s with him, and to know you were the one who helped her find that love. It’s a delicate balance of love, pain, and desire, and in that complexity lies the true thrill of emotional cuckolding.