Peter C
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#3 · Edited by: Peter C
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Liberating is not a word I've ever used to describe the arrangement my wife Debbie and I had, but I guess it was really.
I had long felt it very likely that with me working shifts - one week early, one week late - and Debbie having developed something of a separate social life, dr1nking at my works' social club or playing darts in pubs with a ladies team, that a time would come - if it hadn't already - when male attention would tempt her.
I had found myself becoming aroused whenever i caught another man eyeing up my wife's legs when she wore a short skirt and heels or admiring the view down her Wonderbra-enhanced cleavage in a low-cut top and this started to extend to fantasising about her accepted the offers of dr1nks or a date from some eager guy and it excited me enough to mention it when she'd come home a bit tipsy. She confessed to liking the attention very much as we made love.
That said, it was to be a good 2 years before our discussions, "what ifs" and bedroom role-play with a realistic-looking dildo turned fantasy into reality. Though this did let the genie out of the bottle and cause us some soul-searching later, I grew to like having an unfaithful wife and she enjoyed her new freedom. It was liberating in the sense that I no longer had to worry about where she was or what she might do, as now she could be totally open with me and if she got some extra cock elsewhere, she'd tell me all about it. That had the knock-on effect of improving our own sex-life and when I saw her after a new encounter it was good to see her with a contented smile on her face and a spring in her step. I was proud that other men fancied my wife and were keen to bed her and it was good for her ego and self-confidence too, especially when it was a much younger lad after her.
Peter C
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mark01
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#4 · Edited by: mark01
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My wife was sexually turned off by me wearing diapers constantly and stayed sexually frustrated and deprived for years. Even when not in a diaper, the size of my wee wee, lasting only 10 seconds, and sometimes not being able to get hard meant she was completely unfulfilled.
Once she cuckolded me we both felt liberated. She no longer had to worry about having a husband in diapers because her womanly needs could be taken care of by a real man. She became much more confident and much more playful. I also was relieved because I did not have to pretend to be a man any longer who was failing miserably at attempting to sexually satisfy her.
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