r/Cheated_On_Cucks

My ex is with someone else and I'm loving it.

This is a confession because I wanted advice and to explain my situation.

I dated a girl for a total of 4 months, she talked to other men and had a best friend with whom she lost her virginity. When I found that out I ended up feeling very insecure, but now I'm quite excited. Soon after, she also asked if I wanted to have a threesome, and I refused at the time, which I confess I regret a little. After a few months we broke up and agreed to be friends, and shortly after she started dating again. And every time I looked at the two of them, I felt excited, seeing them together holding hands. She recently broke up with that guy, but I found out she's already talking to other men.

These days I feel very excited thinking that maybe she cheated on me while we were together or desired several men, so what could I do?

I [M26] was with my girlfriend [F23] for years, and I was completely convinced I knew her. Looking back, there were little things that should’ve made me suspicious. One question she used to ask me almost casually was, “If I ever cheated on you, how would you find out?” I’d laugh and say, “You wouldn’t cheat on me.” She’d just smile and change the subject.

At the time, I thought it was some weird hypothetical. Then, about a month before we broke up, I had her phone and started scrolling through her messages. That’s when everything changed. There were conversations with multiple guys. Flirty messages. Secret plans. Intimate recordings. Messages where she talked about how attracted she was to other men, including Black guys she apparently been seeing behind my back. At first I had just seen couple of the videos. But the second night that I went through it all I was using my headphones and the sound was loud. She was moaning and screaming like crazy while guys pounded her like psychopaths that had been sex hungry for years. In one of the videos she kept squirting over and over for 20 minutes straight before it ended with him finished inside her mouth. She swallowed it all like a good girl that she is and smiled and said, “my boyfriend is waiting for me in bed. I better get going.” Coming back to reality and suddenly that stupid question came rushing back into my head. “If I ever cheated on you, how would you find out?” She already knew the answer. I just didn’t know it yet.

I was devastated and heartbroken at first. Then furious. Then came the humiliation. But somewhere in that mess, something incredibly confusing happened. The more I thought about her with other men, the more my jealousy started mixing with something else. Curiosity. Then excitement. I just couldn’t stop imagining her getting dressed up knowing she was going to meet someone else and was going to get railed like a total true slut that she is. I kept wondering what she told them about me. Wondering what they knew about our relationship. Wondering whether she compared us and the sizes. And the fact that some of the guys were physically better looking than me made the whole thing hit my ego even harder. Not to mention the BBCs. I hated that thought. But I also couldn’t deny the reaction it gave me.

That was when I started wondering whether there was something seriously different about me. Because the same discovery that broke my heart was also unlocking a fantasy I’d never admitted to having. By the time we finally ended things, I wasn’t just left with the question of why did she do this? I was left with an even stranger question, Why did part of me find it so damn exciting? Her getting bent over and tossed and picked up and fucked in mid air by a guy that would cause her way more pain than I ever could. I went into that relationship thinking I knew exactly what I wanted. I came out wondering if getting betrayed had accidentally revealed a side of my sexuality I’d been completely unaware of. And honestly, that’s probably the most fucked-up part of the entire story.

About a year ago my wife and I were going through a rough patch and the “D” word (divorce) was starting to be thrown around and we just weren’t happy together. Luckily it was just a funk and when we came out of it, my wife admitted something to me that she wanted to confess but instead of being mad, it turned me on to the point of me oking it.

My wife has a job where she builds trainings for a company and in that position, she works with a quality engineer a lot as he shares information with her to help build some of these trainings. While we were going through the rough patch she ended up letting something slip about it where he ended up bringing up a touch stretch him and his wife were in. This allowed them to confide in each other a lot. His were mostly sexual in nature where his wife didn’t want to do anything anymore and he joked that he hadn’t even touched tits in over a year.

That led to my wife jokingly offering to let him touch her tits to which he agreed (of course) and she let him grope her tits under her shirt but over her tank top. To shorten the story a little bit they kept going to each others offices throughout the day and by the end of the day he had my wife up against the wall sucking on her nipples as she rubbed his cock through his pants.

Over the next few days they kept going further and further while still trying to keep some added gray line of “ok that’s too far, we are both married” that led to things like her straddling him in his chair and dry humping and him grabbing her from behind and grabbing her tits and ass and pussy over her pants and her rubbing his cock, even to the point of making him cum in his pants.

That lasted about 2 weeks until one day he was rubbing her pussy through her pants and decided he was going to run his hand down the front of her pants and instead of pulling away, she opened her legs and allowed him to push his fingers into her pussy. He only fingered her for a few seconds then pulled his hand out and made her watch him taste her pussy off his fingers. That got her so turned on she pushed him to his chair and got on her knees and started kissing and biting his hard cock through his pants while he held her head and moaned. Eventually he reached down and pulled his cock out and it was at that moment it hit her that they shouldn’t be doing this.

While that thought was running through her head he had already started pulling her head down so she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked his cock while thinking about what to do. She didn’t want to stop but she knew it was wrong. She was gagging on his cock and he was moaning and she wanted to feel his cum flood her mouth but she slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and while still stroking his wet hard cock told him “you know… we can’t be doing this” and to her surprise, he agreed. They stopped and nothing else happened for about a week.

In that week my wife and I fixed all the weird shit that was going on and she broke down crying and told me what happened. Instead of being mad, I was super turned on… I told her, she should keep it up… just keep things going how they were.

Because this is already so long, feel free to reach out if you wanna know what happened after that.

My wife decided last night that she was going out, which was surprising because it was Thursday night. However, she said she didn’t have to be to work the next day until 11. Anyway, she got dressed, and I asked where she was going. She said it was a house party! I immediately asked if I could go, but she said no, it’s a private party, and the table is already set. I said okay. She then said I could drop her off and pick her up. I agreed and threw on some clothes. My heart was pounding fast. I was going to catch her in the act of cheating. We drove over, and she was so excited; she was giggly and happy. I actually felt really good about our relationship, and at the next light, I gave her a kiss. She said, “You’re so sweet. You’re perfect for me you know that” I replied “Yes we I am”

When we got to the apartment building, I said, “I thought you said this was a house party.” She said, “Yeah, it’s just a title. I’ll see you later.” I said, “Wait, how will I know when to get you?” She replied, “I’ll text you.” I said okay. It’s about a 20-minute drive home. She just got out and left. I drove back home and waited for hours for an update. It was about 9 PM when I dropped her off. It was now around 12:45, and I got no answer. I texted her, but there was still no response. I then texted again. She read my message and replied, “I’m sorry, I forgot to update you.” I replied back, “It’s okay, when will you be ready?”

I hate iPhones because of the dots. They kept coming and going, then they just disappeared. I texted back, “If it’s going to be super late, I can just give you money for an Uber?” She then texted back, “Leave the house in 35 minutes.” Thirty-five minutes went by, and I texted her that I was on my way. No response. When I was 3 minutes away, I texted her, “Pulling up.” I got there, and she was outside. As I pulled around the corner, I saw a figure taller than her she’s 5’5” had to be 6’0” or maybe 6’5”. I’m 6’0”. It walked upstairs to the apartment. I got out quickly, and she walked to the car. I asked, “Who was that?” She shouted, “Let’s go.” I got in the car. She was being shorter than usual.

She immediately started yelling at me, “When I’m with my friends, I don’t need you texting and asking me about my whereabouts and timeline. If you’re going to be picking me up and dropping me off, worry about just that.” I apologized and said, “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” It was silent the rest of the ride home. We got home, and she immediately jumped in the shower, then got in bed. I apologized again and started cuddling her. I never confronted her more than that, and I’m about to hit this bowl and go back in the bedroom to cuddle her. I keep getting aroused thinking about what she’s doing.

Just the thought or mystery behind her actions just doesn’t make sense and keeps me guessing.

My wife and I went through a rough patch, and she was very angry. For years, she was fucking different men. But when she would come home from her "dates"she was always super horny and wanted to be intimate with me. I had no idea what she was doing and would always welcome the crazy sex. She told me about the cheating years here a while back and how it turned her on to have me eat her out and fuck her after another man had fucked her earlier. She found it humiliating toward me and that turned her on even more.

F(47) but this is a story when my hubby and me were going through a rough patch and I has ventured out of my marriage for the first. This was around 8 years ago and my hubby is still not aware of that misadventure of mine.

This is something I have never said out loud before and I need to get it off my chest.

I love being face fucked. The moment I even think about a thick cock forcing its way past my lips, stretching my jaw, and slamming into the back of my throat, my pussy starts getting wet.

Just writing this is making me drip.

I used to get so shameless about it with the young man i cheated with a few times. The second he said he wanted a blowjob I would already have my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles, because I knew exactly what was coming. He would fist my hair into a tight bun, yank my head where he wanted it, and just use my mouth like a hole while I fingered myself stupid.

One night is burned into my memory. This happened in my own house when my hubby was on tour and kids were away in hostel. The guilt of Cheating with another man in my own house made it even hotter. I was on my back on the couch with my head hanging off the edge so my throat was completely open. My hair was piled on the floor in front of the couch and he stood on it while he fucked my face. He grabbed both of my breasts hard pinching and pulling at my tits and used them as handles, driving deep, brutal strokes past my gag reflex.

Thick strings of spit and precum poured out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks and into my hair. My eyes watered, my nose ran, and I could barely breathe, but my free hand never stopped working my soaked pussy.

When he was about to cum he buried himself all the way inside my mouth, held me there choking and drooling, and unloaded. His acidic cum hit the back of my throat in heavy pulses and I had to gurgle it down while he kept my head locked in place. I came so hard I was leaking all over the couch cushions and my legs were trembling like leaves caught up in a wild storm.

That was the hardest I ever came in that entire cheating relationship.

I love when my hair is pulled, twisted, and used as a handle. There is something about the sharp sting in my scalp while a cock is buried in my throat that makes my pussy clench and leak even more.

Hubby and I have reconciled long back and now I dont cheat but yea that one tornado cheating fling always stays with me… one never knows what lays ahead.

That is everything.