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Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Watching Her With Another Man: How My Jealousy and Desire Led to a Forbidden Cuckold Experience

I never wondered I would discover myself in this situation. All my life, I’ve been a jealous man, possessive of my partners, fiercely protective of what’s mine. But when I met Julie, everything changed.

She was different from any woman I’ve ever been with. Gorgeous, intelligent, and kind-hearted, she had a way of making me feel alive. And the sex was incredible. We had a connection that I can not describe – it was like we were two halves of a whole.

So when she suggested we try something new in the bedroom, I was intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.

Julie bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. “What if we invited someone else to join us?” she murmured, her fingertips trailing down my chest.

My first instinct was to say no. I couldn’t imagine sharing her with anyone, not even for a night. But the wondered of her with another man also aroused a deep, primal desire within me. So I hesitated, my mind racing with conflicting emotions.

Julie must have sensed my hesitation, because she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just a fantasy. We can talk about it more if you’re not comfortable with it.”

But I couldn’t shake the idea from my head. Over the next few weeks, I found myself thinking about it at all times – Julie writhing beneath another man’s touch, moaning and gasping in ecstasy.

The more I wondered about it, the more my jealousy and desire collided. I couldn’t bear the wondered of someone else touching her, but at the same time, the wondered of her with another man made me incredibly aroused.

Finally, I brought it up again with Julie. “I want to do it,” I said, my voice shaking with nerves and excitement.

Julie smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you sure?” she asked, brushing her lips against mine. “It’s not too late to back out.”

But I was committed. We spent weeks talking about it, fantasizing about who we could invite into our bedroom. We set ground rules – no emotional attachments, no kissing on the lips, and we both had to be present all the time.

Eventually, we settled on a man named Alex. He was tall, dark, and handsome – the classic cliché. But he also had a kind heart and a gentle touch, and he seemed genuinely interested in fulfilling our fantasy.

The night arrived, and I was a bundle of nerves. We had carefully planned everything out – Julie would wear a blindfold to heighten her senses, and Alex would enter the room quietly, without saying a word.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart beating so fast I wondered it might burst from my chest. Julie lay beside me, her breathing slow and steady.

Suddenly, I heard a noise – the door creaking open, followed by the rustle of clothing. My heart stopped – it was really happening.

I reached out and took Julie’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She squeezed back, her fingers trembling slightly.

Alex approached the bed, and I could feel his gaze on me. I didn’t dare look at him – the jealousy was already consuming me.

But Julie was writhing beside me, moaning and gasping beneath his touch. It was like nothing I had ever seen before – her body was alive with pleasure, every inch of her skin sensitive to his touch.

I couldn’t help myself – I leaned in and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. She kissed me back, her tongue probing my mouth as Alex continued to pleasure her.

And that’s when I knew – I wanted more. I wanted to watch her with another man, to feel that jealousy and desire burning within me.

I gave Alex a nod, and he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind her. I watched in awe as he entered her, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers.

The jealousy was still there, but it was mixed with an intense arousal. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, watching my girlfriend with another man.

Eventually, Alex finished, and we all lay there, panting and sweating. I could feel my heart racing, but also a deep sense of satisfaction. We had fulfilled our fantasy, and it had been even better than I imagined.

Over the next few months, we tried it a few more times, each time with a different man. It never got any easier – the jealousy was at all times there, lurking in the background. But it also became addictive – watching Julie with another man became my ultimate sexual thrill.

But it wasn’t sustainable. Eventually, we went back to our typical routine, but things were never quite the same. The jealousy and desire were still there, but now they were mixed with guilt and shame.

Looking back on it now, I can not help but wonder if it was worth it. Part of me wishes I had never opened that door, that I could go back to the way things were before.

But another part of me still yearns for that intense sexual thrill, the desire and jealousy that comes with watching someone you love with another man. Maybe one day, we’ll try it again – but for now, it remains a forbidden experience, a memory that I’ll at all times carry with me.
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