It was a signal, see.

The signal meant something. It meant that the deed was done. She had cheated on me. She had taken someone to bed. While I was here at home these three days, and she was in the hotel in San Diego for her convention.

“Do you wanna come with me?” she had asked.

“No,” I told her. “I want you to have a completely free three days. Forget about everything. Forget about me. Just be a completely free agent.”

“I see what you’re getting at,” she said, smiling.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” I asked her, feeling my heart rate increasing like it always did when I realized I was convincing her to cuck me again.

“Maybe,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

I had been bugging her to cheat on me for two years, since the pandemic hit. It had just taken the wind out of our cuckold sails. But now things seemed to be normalizing somewhat.

If you can call convincing your wife to cheat on you “normal.” Ha. I know how most people react to hearing about it. They think I must be crazy, inviting my wife to cheat on me. Encouraging her, even.

But that’s just what gets my heart racing, what can I say.

The typical cuckold you see in porno movies and such likes to be there in the hotel room watching while his wife gets fucked.

That’s not me.

I want to be far away from the action. Completely shut out of it. I want to be forced to imagine and speculate about it before it happens, while it’s happening and afterwards. After, I want her to tell me only so many details about it, to torment me, really, so that I have to struggle to picture it. And so that I have to interrogate her and annoy her about it.

This is what I like. And now, after doing it a few times, I think my wife likes it too.

It gives her life a little lift, a little excitement, a little out-of-the-ordinary pleasure that most women don’t get. It makes her feel kind of special.

And, she reports to me, it makes her feel powerful, to be wooed at her age — she’s 35 — and seduced and bedded. It makes her feel strong to use a sexy man for her pleasure, and not for some relationship thing. Just the pure fun of it.

Hey, don’t judge. We men have been trying to use women for our pleasure since the beginning of time — why shouldn’t they have a go?

That morning she kissed me goodbye and drove down to San Diego. We had arranged the usual signals. I wasn't going to speak to her for three days. But there were to be three signals, given in three texts.

I got the first signal that first night she was there. She had told me there was going to be a meet and greet cocktail party around 8 PM at the hotel. At around 9 PM I got the text, “Met someone interesting.”

That really got me excited. I started breathing rapidly. My heart rate jumped. It meant, you see, that she had met someone and was flirting with him or her, and that there were possibilities.

I spent the entire night masturbating and imagining what was going on.

At around midnight, I got the second signal.

“Developments…”

That signal meant that they had made physical contact — hand holding, nuzzling, or full on making out.

It was late though, and they were getting a late start. I didn’t know if I was going to get the third signal.

I fell asleep after wanking for about an hour.

I woke up to the sound of my text beeping at around 4 AM.

“Hello, Cuckold.”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

I felt a ringing in my head. I felt dizzy. I felt shivers going all over my whole body. I was in the full on “cuckold response.”

This is a state of mind that a man is put in when he finds out that his mate has gone with another male.

It sends the male of the human species into a kind of convulsion. You see, according to the survival of the fittest, the male’s purpose in life is impregnating that female. Now there has been a serious obstacle put in his way — someone else’s sperm! In order to fulfill his evolutionary destiny and pass on his seed, he’s going to have to hurry and put his dick in his mate and shoot some of his own stuff in there.

Only, in this case, my wife was three hours away.

All I could do was sit there with the cuckold response, enjoying it.

I love it, see. Maybe it’s too much for some men, but for me, it makes me feel so alive. It’s my thing. I guess, it’s what I live for. Some guys like to sail boats or play golf. Me, I like to be cuckolded. Heck, I don’t just like it, I LIVE for it. It gives me such a rush.

I knew only three things. These are the only three things I wanted to know right now. I didn’t want to know any more. This was enough.

I knew:

She had met someone.

She had been wooed by this someone.

She had been fucked by this someone.

The deed had been done!

“Hello, Cuckold!”

Oh my wife! My wonderful wife! I loved her so much. She had done this for me, of course. I was the one who had come up with this stuff, not her. Sure, she was making the most of it, but it was all for my benefit. She loved me so much. She understood me. And she knew how much this meant to me.

So now I could masturbate until the sun came up, trying to imagine what actually happened. Trying to “see” what I did not see, because I am the cuckold, the one whose back they went behind. I was looking the other way, and my wife was going somewhere with this new fella. Back to his room, probably.

I was trying to see that, as I masturbated. I saw my wife, as this guy started kissing her on the bed. I saw her face, that look on her face as she surrendered to his advances. She acquiesced as he put his tongue in her mouth, and stroked her hair. And then, she let him unbutton her dress and pull it down to reveal her lovely breasts in her bra. She helped him — I “saw” her. She unsnapped her bra so he wouldn’t have to fuss with it. And I saw his look of appreciation as the bountiful breasts were revealed before him.

He sucked them. She lay back on the bed. I saw this, I saw this so clearly. He put a hand up her dress, and pulled down her panties. Then he threw the bottom of her dress up over her stomach, and he ate her pussy and made her cum. I saw her, I saw her grabbing the sheets so tight. I also saw that she thought of me, as he ate her pussy, she thought how I was being cuckolded, and how she was going to give her orgasm to another man, and how she liked giving it to another man. Oh, I saw her cum.

Then I saw her pulling out his naked cock from his briefs after he took off his jeans. I saw the blowjob, her sensual lips getting him harder and harder.

Then I felt it, I really felt it, as she lay down and he slowly entered her.

I felt how it felt for her, to be entered by a nice big cock like that, not by my small cuckold’s cock.

I saw how she was so relieved, how she thought, “Yeah, I might have married a guy with a small cock, but at least every once in a while I get to be fucked by a real man. Because he’s nice that way.”

Then I saw how she gave him something she has never ever given me, because my cock is too small. She gave him her vaginal orgasm. That is, he made her cum just by fucking her. There were no fingers on her clit. Nothing. Just the manly fucking of this new friend. This stranger, really.

Then, I saw him, this stranger, a little while later, pulling his big cock out, and cumming all over my wife’s belly, her tits, a bit on her face. Just drenching her with cum, and I saw her laughing, so debauched she felt. So wonderful and joyous.

“Hello, cuckold,” was all she said. And I saw it all, in a flash.

Oh my god, how much I love my wonderful hot wife!