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As I watched my wife, Gwen, walk out of our bedroom with a smile on her face, I felt a rush of emotions run through me. It wasn’t the first time that she had left me alone in our bed, but the feeling of being cuckolded still weighed heavily on me. I knew that what she was doing wasn’t wrong, that it was something that we had both agreed to. But the wondered of her sharing her body with another man left a knot in my stomach.

Gwen and I had been exploring the world of cuckolding for some time now. We had talked about it for months, read stories, and even watched a few videos together. It was something that excited both of us, and we had decided to take the leap and live out our fantasies.

But as much as I wanted to see her with another man, it was still hard to come to terms with my emotions. I felt jealous and possessive, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the arousal that ran through me. I was lost between lust and loyalty, and I knew that it was a journey that would take me to unknown depths of emotion.

That night, as I lay in bed alone, the sound of Gwen’s moaning echoed in my mind. I couldn’t help but imagine what was happening between her and the man she was with. Was he satisfying her in methods that I couldn’t? Did she enjoy his touch more than mine?

The next morning, as we lay in bed together, I couldn’t help but ask her about her experience. She smiled as she recounted every dirty detail, her eyes sparkling with excitement. And as I listened, my cock grew harder and harder.

“Gwen,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I want to watch you with another man.”

She looked surprised but also happy. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “I want to see you in action. I want to see you pleased in every way possible.”

Gwen smiled and kissed me deeply. “Okay, honey. If that’s what you want, then I’ll make it happen.”

For the next few weeks, we talked about finding the right man. We wanted someone who was experienced in the world of cuckolding, who wouldn’t mind being watched, and who would be respectful of our boundaries. It wasn’t an easy task, but eventually, we found someone who we both felt comfortable with.

His name was Mark, and he was tall, muscular, and had a rugged, masculine look. Gwen had met him at a bar, and after a few drinks, she had invited him over to our house. When I saw him for the first time, I couldn’t help but feel intimidated. But at the same time, I also felt excited to see him with my wife.

That night, as we all sat on the couch, sipping wine, I tried not to let my hands shake with nerves. Mark was charming and charismatic, and I couldn’t deny the attraction that Gwen had towards him. As the night wore on, and the conversation grew bolder, it was clear that we were all ready to take the next step.

Gwen led Mark down the hallway, and I followed closely behind, my heart pounding in my chest. As we entered our bedroom, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bed, where Gwen lay naked, her legs spread wide.

Mark wasted no time, moving towards her and running his hands over her soft skin. I watched as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her every curve. As they lost themselves in each other, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock, feeling the pleasure and pain of being cuckolded.

For hours, we explored every aspect of cuckolding, from the humiliation of being denied pleasure to the ecstasy of watching Gwen being brought to orgasm multiple times. It was a journey that took me to the depths of my emotions and left me forever changed.

As Gwen and Mark left that night, leaving me alone in our bed, I felt a sense of peace and satisfaction wash over me. I had been lost between lust and loyalty, but now I knew that there was a place for both in my life. The journey into the unknown depths of emotion had been worth it, and I knew that there was no going back.

The world of cuckolding had become a part of me, and I knew that I would never be the same again.
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