juScuRious:
This is my opinion... I guess somewhere deep down as a cuckold / cuckold wannabe, we identify ourselves as a beta male, the second best, and through the love and sheer will to please our wives / GFs we feel they should be with an alpha male, a type of real man they deserve and are entitled to; its the natural order, the survival of the fittest
kathryn:
I agree as cuckolds we do want the very best for our wives as we do not feel we are good enough. I loved the thoughts of my wife out with a real man that gives her more pleasure than I ever could. I know in my case my wife did replace me with a real man
I didn't really appreciate my beta male status at the time, but later conversations with a dominant lady friend saw me made very much aware of my wimpy characteristics, with her critical of my skinny body and (to her at least) small penis. It was very therapeutic opening up to her. I work with her ex-husband and she knows my now ex-wife and I soon confessed that we'd had an arrangement whereby my wife was free to see other men with my knowledge and approval and that she would come home and tell me all about it in bed afterwards. She said it was good that I knew my place and accepted that my wife needed a real man from time to time. She added that if she was married to me she'd insist on the same arrangement.
One of the men my wife met was a 25 year-old paratrooper. She was 44 and I was 51. She had long expressed an interest in younger guys and already bedded a 23 year-old customer from the shop she worked in and a 28 year-old security guard. This one however she met on a week away with a widowed friend, who was shocked at my wife's eagerness to have some fun and even more surprised to be told that "Pete's fine with it. I'll tell him. He likes it." The para and his mate pulled the pair of them in a pub one evening and he fucked my wife later that night, the next morning and 2 or 3 times a day for the rest of the week. He was later deployed to Afghanistan, but on his return they carried on where they left off. She had 2 separate weeks away with him, a holiday chalet in Devon and at a hotel in Windsor, by which time she was sucking his cock (she hadn't done that with the others), letting him fuck her bareback (she was sterilised, but normally used condoms to avoid STDs) and revelling in his superior stamina and staying power. She enjoyed telling me how he sometimes fucked her doggy style, something I always failed miserably at.
When she came home early for the impending birth of our grands0n, he finished with her and no doubt moved on to a new piece of older, married pussy. That same night as we made love, I asked her if he was better in bed than me. Silly question really. I knew the answer. "Yes", she murmured and I felt so turned on and genuinely pleased for her. "Tell me again", I whispered. "Yes, he's much better in bed than you", she replied and I inv0luntarily shot my load over her belly and pussy. "Well, you'd better get down there and clean that up". I did of course, but we didn't have sex that night and in fact we never had sex again.
A few months later she started visiting our neighbours Tony and Kath 2 doors along for coffee in the evening. When Kath left Tony, my wife carried on going along there and started not coming home. I'd wake up in the morning and she still wasn't back. I'm sure the rest of the street were soon talking about the goings-on, wondering why Peter was letting her get away with it. Soon, she moved in with him and I'm still curious if he pleases her in bed or whether she misses the freedom I gave her. They've moved from our road now, but are still only 10 minutes away.
My ex-wife had great legs!
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Peter C
