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Some other men simply want to share their wife once in a while to give their wife a little variety and to enjoy the experience themselves. If you are repelled by this conduct, please just click away to another site. I didn't want her to come home till I could look less worried and concerned. I went back into the living room and settled in front of the TV. Whatever the reasons, and whatever the variation of a married woman dating other men, this lifestyle is often called "cuckolding."There are many sites discussing cuckolding, but my husband and I could not find any sites that deal with the process couples go through as they discuss and decide whether the woman should experience other men and what the husband's role should be. If you want to understand more about the emotional side of cuckolding and its many variations, please consider contributing your personal experience so we all can learn from each other about the pitfalls and problems as well as the pleasures of this lifestyle. by Dawn from Bristol Something that always keeps my husband, Jack, very interested and excited is exchanging tales of my dates with a man he works with. Oh yes, she would say that because I did not insist that she not do it, I had agreed that she should do it. As I was crying, I hoped she would not come home and see me that way. I wanted to appear casual and not panicky when she got home.
I then understand that I need to do my best to provide the "material" soon or Kyle may get bored. We have even used a few of the tales that Kyle has told my husband to spice up our lovemaking. Here I was, sitting there getting some enjoyment, some pleasure, out of my wife's outrageous conduct. She was tipsy but in control enough that I knew she was searching my face to see how I was reacting. I thought how absurd it was that my wife had just spent hours in bed with another man and yet, here she was, thinking she could just come in and everything would be perfect. She leaned her head back and then rested her cheek on my shoulder.'Thank you,' she whispered.'Did you have a good time? Thank you for letting me.'She looked up into my eyes. I had been so worried about her fucking that guy that I had forgotten that she could get hurt in a traffic accident. Maybe the drinks caused her to let down her defenses. She came toward me, slowly, searching my face for a sign of what I might do. We embraced and swayed back and forth, just holding each other tight. I couldn't believe that I was not repulsed by that smell. It had never occurred to me that she would be driving after drinking too much. We kissed and I tasted the drink and the sure smell of another man's cum on her breath. No, I thought, it can never go back to the way it was, not ever again.