Cheating. As others have observed the range of emotions that sweep over you when you find out your wife (or husband) has made a cuckold of you behind your back are fascinating for the complexity and power: humiliation, fear, jealousy, frustration, anger, embarrassment, and all topped off or contradicted by raging sexual arousal! From references on other threads, I suspect the individual responses and the circumstances in which those responses were made vary widely. I suggest there may be some interest in hearing about the occasion of and response to discovering and confronting the fact that you've been made a cuckold. In any case, it should at least be supremely arousing to hear about. I shall begin with my own account.
How did you find out and what was your response to finding out that your wife was cheating?
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I should preface this by explaining that when we got married, being made into a cuckold was probably the last thing I thought possible. But it turned out my naivete and powers of denial played right into her lust for experiencing a new hard cock offered to her. And after she had discoveed how easy I could be made a cuckold, she took a particular delight in taunting me about what was going on behind my back: she knew I wouldn’t be able to admit the humiliation to myself that some guy had boned my wife. The following explains how I was finally forced to confront the facts behind those tauntings.
When we were splitting up, she called me up, and I assumed this was going to be another testy discussion on some detail of the divorce. Instead she immediately said she wanted to relate something which she said “I should have told you long ago.” It was during a business trip in Paris. I was to join her there shortly after the incident she described to me. She had a room in a pensione run privately by a very nice middle-aged woman. My wife said she was feeling discouraged at the solitude of a foreign city, and went down to the local café one evening. She was approached by another American, a sailor who had taken the train up to Paris from wherever his ship was docked. He was new in the Navy, on his first tour, only 18, and the next morning was leaving to get back to his ship. That would make him about 10 years younger than her at the time, and they spent the evening drinking (something she very rarely indulged in). She drew my attention to how young he was I imagine as a matter of pride that a young stud would try scoring with her. And I guess it was to let me know that a guy a lot younger than me was, as I was about to find out, in fact going to be scoring big time with my wife. According to her, when he walked her back to the pensione, they got into it along the way, he drew her into some building’s doorway and he fucked her right there. The one other bit of information she gave in her description was that the owner of the pensione was furious with her the next day.
I have no reason to doubt the authenticity of this incident. It is difficult to see what advantage she got during the divorce process from admitting to being taken by another guy. I suspect she simply wanted to take a last chance to make it plain to me that those tauntings she had doled out were in fact accuate snipets of what had been going on behind my back. But on reflection I have some problems with the details as she presented them. The pensione owner was very nice to me when I arrived, probably because she knew the humiliation I would feel in staying in this place if some people, staff or guests, knew that some teenager had banged my wife. But how would she have known that my wife had been fucked in some doorway? Also, this was a sailor, just off a tour and about to ship out again, and 18! If he was lucky enough to pick up some girl who would let him get her pants off, would he really be satisfied with just a quick fuck in a doorway? Even if one believes (I doubt it) that they could pull this off on a street of a busy city like Paris, and he found a girl ready to enjoy his erection, why would he limit himself? Why not invite her back to his hotel where he could, shall we say, store up the sexual enjoyment of my wife for the coming tour. And at 18 a quick fuck would hardly seem likely to exhaust his sexual energy.
It occurred to me that since her goal with this phone call was to make me know with no option of denying it that she had treated me to the humiliating experience of accepting that some guy had plowed my wife, it was only needed that I understand that he had had his aroused cock in her to achieve her goal, not necessarily revealing the full length of pleasure she experienced while I was being given the cuckold’s horns. I realized that the probable reason for the coincidence of a sailor on the prowl being in that local café that night was that he too was staying in the same pensione as my wife and had seen her there. It would also give him an opening if they were staying at the same place. More importantly, it would account for how the owner could have known my wife had just made her husband into a cuckold (the proprietress had strict rules about no guests in the rooms). She, or one of her staff, likely saw her going into his room that night, or perhaps coming out the next morning. Realistically, I had to accept that at 18 he could probably get hard without end all night, especially as he was just was just off a shipboard tour.
I arrived a few days later. What I now know clarifies some of the odd behaviors I ran into during my stay there. My ex’s remark that the owner was furious with her as I said probably accounts for why that lady seemed to be so kind to me: sympathy for the guy who is walking around with cuck horns and completely unaware of it. But of course the news that the young sailor had spent a night enjoying my wife was not likely a secret. There were two young girls on staff. Whenever I passed them in the hall I would say hello, and their response was to exchange quick, awkward glances and then giggle nervously. At the time I assumed they thought my French accent was amusingly bad. But in fact these girls probably knew I had just been made a cuckold, and by a teenager only slightly older than they were. They may never have run into a cuckold before and were uncomfortable in the presence of someone who surely would be deeply humiliated if he knew the facts. My situation, even if I didn’t know about it, made them uneasy.
More pointed was the treatment I got from three college students (Americans) who were sharing a room. They often left their door open and when I passed it, or when I passed them in the hall, one would softly make the sound of a rooster crowing, followed by the laughter of the other two. Unlike the French girls these guys were in no doubt about how hilarious they thought my situation, and were eager to toss me hints that they knew about it. At the time I just thought they were being jerks for who knows what reason. I have to admit I would have found it quite embarrassing to realize these guys knew I had been made a cuckold. However, without intending, they also revealed that in fact I had been spared an even worse humiliation. If the sailor had taken the opportunity to put his cock in my wife’s pussy, then surely one (or all three) of these students would have done the same if they had gotten the chance. They were only a year or two older than the sailor. And if these students had managed to score with my wife, surely that is what they would have been keen to let me know, in some less than subtle way. That they were trying to humiliate me with the sailor’s success in fucking my wife was an indication that they, at least, had not managed to get into her pants. (I certainly hope I’ve got this right.) It is a consolation, if a small one, that it must have irked them badly that the sailor had succeeded in burying his erection in her, while they had not.
The minimal situation I had to deal with from this revelation by my wife was that another guy had taken her, and probably enjoyed her all night. Just as importantly, her “admission” had the greater toll of forsing me to admit that the taunts I was regularly treated to over the ten years we were together were hints about real goings on at my expense. But I do have to say that the sexual arousal from the facts, all these years later, is undiminished.
As visual aids, I contribute a few photos of my wife, about 3 years before the events she described [others are on view at: https://www.wifewantstoplay.com/threads/nina-for-your-tributes.62183/]
When we were splitting up, she called me up, and I assumed this was going to be another testy discussion on some detail of the divorce. Instead she immediately said she wanted to relate something which she said “I should have told you long ago.” It was during a business trip in Paris. I was to join her there shortly after the incident she described to me. She had a room in a pensione run privately by a very nice middle-aged woman. My wife said she was feeling discouraged at the solitude of a foreign city, and went down to the local café one evening. She was approached by another American, a sailor who had taken the train up to Paris from wherever his ship was docked. He was new in the Navy, on his first tour, only 18, and the next morning was leaving to get back to his ship. That would make him about 10 years younger than her at the time, and they spent the evening drinking (something she very rarely indulged in). She drew my attention to how young he was I imagine as a matter of pride that a young stud would try scoring with her. And I guess it was to let me know that a guy a lot younger than me was, as I was about to find out, in fact going to be scoring big time with my wife. According to her, when he walked her back to the pensione, they got into it along the way, he drew her into some building’s doorway and he fucked her right there. The one other bit of information she gave in her description was that the owner of the pensione was furious with her the next day.
I have no reason to doubt the authenticity of this incident. It is difficult to see what advantage she got during the divorce process from admitting to being taken by another guy. I suspect she simply wanted to take a last chance to make it plain to me that those tauntings she had doled out were in fact accuate snipets of what had been going on behind my back. But on reflection I have some problems with the details as she presented them. The pensione owner was very nice to me when I arrived, probably because she knew the humiliation I would feel in staying in this place if some people, staff or guests, knew that some teenager had banged my wife. But how would she have known that my wife had been fucked in some doorway? Also, this was a sailor, just off a tour and about to ship out again, and 18! If he was lucky enough to pick up some girl who would let him get her pants off, would he really be satisfied with just a quick fuck in a doorway? Even if one believes (I doubt it) that they could pull this off on a street of a busy city like Paris, and he found a girl ready to enjoy his erection, why would he limit himself? Why not invite her back to his hotel where he could, shall we say, store up the sexual enjoyment of my wife for the coming tour. And at 18 a quick fuck would hardly seem likely to exhaust his sexual energy.
It occurred to me that since her goal with this phone call was to make me know with no option of denying it that she had treated me to the humiliating experience of accepting that some guy had plowed my wife, it was only needed that I understand that he had had his aroused cock in her to achieve her goal, not necessarily revealing the full length of pleasure she experienced while I was being given the cuckold’s horns. I realized that the probable reason for the coincidence of a sailor on the prowl being in that local café that night was that he too was staying in the same pensione as my wife and had seen her there. It would also give him an opening if they were staying at the same place. More importantly, it would account for how the owner could have known my wife had just made her husband into a cuckold (the proprietress had strict rules about no guests in the rooms). She, or one of her staff, likely saw her going into his room that night, or perhaps coming out the next morning. Realistically, I had to accept that at 18 he could probably get hard without end all night, especially as he was just was just off a shipboard tour.
I arrived a few days later. What I now know clarifies some of the odd behaviors I ran into during my stay there. My ex’s remark that the owner was furious with her as I said probably accounts for why that lady seemed to be so kind to me: sympathy for the guy who is walking around with cuck horns and completely unaware of it. But of course the news that the young sailor had spent a night enjoying my wife was not likely a secret. There were two young girls on staff. Whenever I passed them in the hall I would say hello, and their response was to exchange quick, awkward glances and then giggle nervously. At the time I assumed they thought my French accent was amusingly bad. But in fact these girls probably knew I had just been made a cuckold, and by a teenager only slightly older than they were. They may never have run into a cuckold before and were uncomfortable in the presence of someone who surely would be deeply humiliated if he knew the facts. My situation, even if I didn’t know about it, made them uneasy.
More pointed was the treatment I got from three college students (Americans) who were sharing a room. They often left their door open and when I passed it, or when I passed them in the hall, one would softly make the sound of a rooster crowing, followed by the laughter of the other two. Unlike the French girls these guys were in no doubt about how hilarious they thought my situation, and were eager to toss me hints that they knew about it. At the time I just thought they were being jerks for who knows what reason. I have to admit I would have found it quite embarrassing to realize these guys knew I had been made a cuckold. However, without intending, they also revealed that in fact I had been spared an even worse humiliation. If the sailor had taken the opportunity to put his cock in my wife’s pussy, then surely one (or all three) of these students would have done the same if they had gotten the chance. They were only a year or two older than the sailor. And if these students had managed to score with my wife, surely that is what they would have been keen to let me know, in some less than subtle way. That they were trying to humiliate me with the sailor’s success in fucking my wife was an indication that they, at least, had not managed to get into her pants. (I certainly hope I’ve got this right.) It is a consolation, if a small one, that it must have irked them badly that the sailor had succeeded in burying his erection in her, while they had not.
The minimal situation I had to deal with from this revelation by my wife was that another guy had taken her, and probably enjoyed her all night. Just as importantly, her “admission” had the greater toll of forsing me to admit that the taunts I was regularly treated to over the ten years we were together were hints about real goings on at my expense. But I do have to say that the sexual arousal from the facts, all these years later, is undiminished.
As visual aids, I contribute a few photos of my wife, about 3 years before the events she described [others are on view at: https://www.wifewantstoplay.com/threads/nina-for-your-tributes.62183/]
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Thank you for your detailed account. Would love to share mine in such detail as well.
I stayed with my wife after her revelation and have never fully confronted the embarrassment of really thinking back to how the people who knew treated me at the time. Accepting what she had done was enough to confront.
Will reflect and write down my thoughts. Feels a bit like therapy. Would love to chat with you about our experience. Like you, being a cuck and how turned on it made me was never in my plans or deepest thoughts before it happened.
I stayed with my wife after her revelation and have never fully confronted the embarrassment of really thinking back to how the people who knew treated me at the time. Accepting what she had done was enough to confront.
Will reflect and write down my thoughts. Feels a bit like therapy. Would love to chat with you about our experience. Like you, being a cuck and how turned on it made me was never in my plans or deepest thoughts before it happened.
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