coastalkid wrote: ↑Wed Jun 11, 2025 6:10 pm
After 15 years with this guy she decided she had learned all she was going to from him? There seems like there had to of been more than just that to end that good thing? It also had to be somewhat of a shock to you too. When her sex life changes so does yours, doesn't it?
One of the questions I've always asked is doesn't anything new eventually become routine over time? It seems like it would be a natural evolution. The shock and awe of that first time has to become less potent for a husband after 15 years. After 15 years of, she goes out has some fun, drinks a little, gets mind blowing sex and comes home exhausted and worn out has to become an expected thing. When I think of that it feels like a kind of conditioning. After a while it's no big deal. I feel like this is part of the unspoken evolution.
I'm glad you're happy in your situation, sincerely! Many men should and do envy you! You're getting what you want and that's more important than many people will admit to!
Yes. You’re absolutely right.
After 15 years, he was essentially a “co-husband.”
He lives (still) about 10 minutes away from us. It was not unusual at all for Maria to get off of work and then go to his place to spend some time, before coming home to me and the kids. Sex among the two of them had been slowing down to, maybe, once a week. (It’s hard to say, actually. After 15 years of it, I stopped asking and she stopped volunteering that information, not out of sneakiness or disrespect, but out of mundane exhaustion. It had become “no big deal.” “Of course he fucked her,” I’d think, “It’s about time for him to get his relief this week.”) The relationship had become rather routine, and she now admits that she and he were more or less fucking just to get some weekly relief. It certainly didn’t have the sort of excitement that it had 15 years prior. Still, they were cool with helping me to get my “cuck relief” about once a month, where he’d fuck her as I sat there in front of them watching and jerking. But even that seemed like it had become routine. (There were a couple of times when, for reasons beyond our control like vacation schedules or whatnot, I didn’t get my “cuck relief,” and I thought I was going to go bonkers. It’s truly an addiction! When you’re getting your fix about once a month and you skip a month, you’re gonna feel it.) I think she internally saw us as co-husbands. We were practically behaving that way. He would help us out with some garden project that required heavy lifting; we would drive him to the airport so he could go visit his sister in Alaska. I would be at his house to let the plumber in while he was at work; he would join us at the kids’ little league games.
And I think that when Maria finally realized how mundane it had all become, she started looking for a way to end it.
She didn’t want two husbands.
I am/was her primary, and I always would be, despite all of my shortcomings.
So, little things about him (not me so much) started getting on her nerves. “He drives like an aggressive asshole!” (And, yes, he does! He’s one of those assholes we all despise. Tailgating. Changing lanes aggressively. Honking impatiently. Etcetera.) “He never wants to introduce me to his friends.” (High school buddies) “He’s always looking at the check to see how much food I ate, and its cost, and how much he ate…like he’s keeping mental track of how much I’m costing him.”
But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when he had to go to the doctor and needed to have a ride home. In such cases, the admitting nurse ALWAYS wants to put eyeballs on the person who’s going to be driving the patient home. They went together. And when the nurse asked him who was going to be driving him home that day, he pointed to her and said, “my friend.”
It may seem like such a small thing to us, but to Maria, she was expecting him to say, “my girlfriend” at the very least. For 15+ years he’d been putting his dick in her, she reasoned, the least he could do (when it really didn’t matter) was call her his “girlfriend.”
She snapped that day. She came home (to me) and said she’d been thinking of ending it with him.
Mind you, by this time, the two of them had cucked me around 150 times. There is literally nothing I hadn’t seen Maria do in those 15+ years. I had/have countless hours of video of the three of us playing, from wide shots to close ups. It’s so amateur, but it brings back such great memories. Despite everything you’re reading here about how asshole-ish he is, he was REALLY good at fucking her lights out with that superior cock of his.
At around this time, Maria had been mentioning that she and some other girls at work were checking out this new guy, Walt. I just thought it was idle gossip among coworkers, but it turned out to be much more for Maria. I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Was she planning to “double-cuck” me? The girls at work were completely enamored with this guy. “He walks like he has a big dick,” one remarked. “Gimme a ticket to that ride,” remarked another. More on this later.
I was ready to help her through the breakup, if need be. I could see that the relationship was wearing on her.
Would I miss our threesomes? FUCK YES! But Maria’s desires were my desires. They always will be.
She gradually started holding back, not heading over to his place after work, for example. That barely registered a tremor in his world. I don’t think he really noticed. He just thought it was a case of mismatched schedules.
But even Maria is not immune from the addiction of a good cock. (She loved the way he’d hold her down and fuck her with his good cock.) She wanted one more really good fucking. So, she came to me one day and asked, “One last time?”
I knew that this would be it….the end. “Sure. Let’s do this.”
Let me tell you how hard it was to go over to his place one more time KNOWING that this would be the last time I would ever watch him get balls-deep in Maria….in her mouth; in her pussy….watch her moan and cum on his excellent cock…..and finally watch him fill her with his sperm.
I couldn’t say ANYTHING though.
This was between them, not us.
(For my part, I sprayed all over the place on his sheets and the floor as he was filling her up. I just can’t get enough of it! God! I miss it!)
It might sound nuts, but I think it was a form of closure for her. One last ride before calling it done. It had come full circle.
I thought our cucking days were over. But then…that fellow at work, Walt.
It turns out that Walt had eyes for Maria (among all the admiring girls/women).
At some point, they happened to be alone at work, and he made a bold proposition. “Would you ever think that the two of us might be able to….uh…..hook-up sometime?”
Just like the good old days, Maria’s pussy started twitching at the prospect of new adventure.
She came home and told me what had happened. I was blown away.
He was hoping he’d get Maria to cheat on me for a night…maybe more. But I insisted that if they wanted to do this (and she was DEFINITELY leaning that way….she gets wet just thinking about him) that we tell him that I know everything, and that she can play freely.
It was an awkward conversation, but we got through it. It’s hard to tell some dude that he can enjoy guilt-free fucking with my wife. “Have all the fun you want!” He was blown away…..but very quickly got used to it.
Maria and Walt, while far less active than her previous boyfriend, are now seeing each other weekly.
I can already (2+ years, now) tell that this one is different from her first. Walt has already said that a cucking threesome is a no-go for him.
We’ll see! Her first boyfriend said the same thing…..until he realized he liked fucking another man’s wife…right in front of him. It must be an incredible sense of power to be able to do that. I just know that I like having it done to me.
It’s interesting to see how when one door closes, another one opens.