r/Cheated_On_Cucks

So basically every year my Gf goes on vacation for about a week without me. She says she visits her college friend and goes to the beach the whole time. Normally she has a hairy pussy, but right before this trip, every time, she shaves it clean. It’s the one and only time a year she shaves her pussy, and this year she told me shes there while she’s ovulating. I don’t know what she’s up to while she’s gone

I never thought I would be on a cheating page getting hard thinking about my wife getting her pussy beat up then coming back to me as though nothing happened. She recently confessed and all I could tell her is why didn't you let me watch.

I want to preface this story with a few facts. my husband is a wonderful man in almost every single way. He’s a wonderful man, he’s the CEO of a big company, he’s an alpha male who loves me…he just also has a micropenis. Which for me, was fine. I had only been with two other men before him, and they had been decidedly average, so it didn’t bother me.

Fast forward to last week. I was on a work trip in Chicago. I was so stressed and just closed a huge work deal, so went to the hotel bar and got a glass of wine to celebrate. I’m sitting there, zoning out, when a man stopped next to me.

I tried to ignore him but he leaned in to say, “excuse me.” I looked up. He was tall, heavyset but still handsome. I was not in the mood for some guy flirting with me though so I was about to tell him off when he nodded at my chest.

”I’m so sorry, ma’am. I wanted to tell you, that, um, well, you’re breast…” he trailed off. I looked down and my entire boob was hanging out of my dress. I almost screamed, tried to pull my dress up, hit my wine glass so it fell over, spilling everywhere and managed to cover my boob.

Long story short, after I apologized profusely to both the bartender and the man, the man bought me another glass of wine and I don’t know why, but I let him. We moved to a table and sat together. He kept this intense eye contact the entire time we talked and finally he looked at my wedding ring.

“That’s a beautiful wedding ring,” he said.

“Thank you. my husband got it for me,” I answered cheekily. I was now two glasses of wine in. As a 5’0 woman, that’s more than enough to get me on the border of drunk.

“Is your husband here?”

I shook my head.

“I’d never let you leave the house if I was with you,” he continued.

“Why?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “Too jealous?”

”No. because I’d be fucking you constantly,” he said.

I almost spit out my wine.

Look, I’m not a prude by any means, but I’m not the most sexually adventurous woman either. I barely masturbate, my husband and I have sex once a month and most men in my life work for me and are also scared of me as a boss.

I could feel myself blushing. He leaned in.

“You‘d wake up every morning with my head between your beautiful thighs,” he said.

“Which head?” I asked, giggling.

Giggling. What was wrong with me?

”I know I’ve already seen your boob, and it was beautiful, but can I see your pussy?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know about that…” I started.

“I want you to show me. Now.” He growled the last word.

“Now?” I squeaked.

It was like an out of body experience. My hands were moving and my dress was lifting and people were around us as I pulled my panties aside and let a complete stranger look at my vagina. The most private part of my body. And I just had it out in the hotel lobby bar.

Before I could stop him, he rubbed his finger along my pussy. It felt electric. And in that moment, I needed him. I needed him to want me. To make me feel good.

“Let’s go to my room,” I whispered, almost out of breath.

Five minutes later, I was naked in my hotel room with a complete stranger‘s cock in my mouth. He was huge downstairs and it felt incredible. We fucked for over an hour. I orgasmed three times. The last time he insisted we try putting it my butt and I agreed, only to cum almost instantly.

I laid there, exhausted, as he came inside me. And just like that, he left. No number exchanged. No names. Nothing except the experience left.

And now I find myself on Reddit, wanting more…attention I guess? More men to want me? To feel desired Again? I don’t know. But the experience was one I’d never forget.

I got together with Em when we were 23. It actually started great. She was fun and seriously hot (5'2' light brown hair, blue eyes, curvy but gym fit with the best ass I've ever had to this day).

We'd had the body count chat and I knew she'd been way with way more partners than me (30+) which made me pretty insecure. But we never got into specific names until one came up at a party.

A mutual friend joked with her about a guy called Mark and she blushed - I knew of him in my wider friendship group. He's a total dog and has been with a crazy amount of girls, including a lot of stunners. He's annoyingly good looking... tall, cheeky builder type with lots of tattoos. I took her to one side and asked if she'd slept with him, she said she had ages ago.

What annoyed me was I've met this guy on a few occasions with her there - shook his hand and chatted to him etc. Em never interacted with him in my presence and had never mentioned they'd had a fling. So I pressed her for more details back home.

She told me she used to really fancy him but he just used her as a booty call and would always hit her up when she ended things with another guy. It drove me mad thinking about him dropping a "Hey, you up?" text and her rushing over to be dicked down.

Couldn't stop thinking about how often he had her, what positions they did, where he came, how good he was in bed, whether he did her raw...

I couldn't drop the jealous feeling about this guy, even though she said they hadn't spoke for years. Every time I spoke to her, more details came out and it was clear they'd fucked on and off for years. I stalked his social media and he still liked all her pictures - unless I was in them!

Em usually kept a pretty tight grip on her phone, but one morning she showered and left it on charge. I quickly opened up her Instagram and went to her DMs. Mark was near the top, so it was obviously bullshit they never spoke. I didn't have long and found nothing incriminating but saw they reacted to all each other's stories and even sent reels and banter occasionally.

I had to bide my time but eventually got hold of her phone a second when she forgot to take it shopping one time. Sure enough, an archived WhatsApp chat with Mark. Unlike the Instagram chat, this was strictly business. Dates, times, and meeting places going all the way through our relationship. Looks like he'd been fucking her almost as much as I had.

To torture myself even more, I scrolled back to before our relationship. At this point they were fully chatting, messaging often. He'd send pics of his cock (yes, it was bigger than mine as I'm sure you'll want to know that) and she would send him lingerie pics. Lots of dirty chat and sexting, going back years. I was rock hard which made it all extra confusing.

I confronted her, and she cried and admitted it. Mark wasn't even the only one. Basically said she's a sex addict, couldn't help it etc... Sex was so much better and more special with me (lies anyway based on how much she came/gushed with Mark according to her messages). Obviously broke up with her. She's with another poor guy now - I wondered about warning him.

The most annoying thing is this experience essentially gave me a massive cuckold fetish. Don't know why but the idea of her cheating makes me insanely turned on. So not only did Mark literally cuckold me, it's his fault I'm close to getting my current girlfriend to do the same. Except at least I'd be involved this time.

In late March of this year, my husband was in consideration for a promotion. This is something that he’d been working towards for over a year at that point, pulling extra hours, taking on additional projects, kissing ass to his bosses, the whole nine yards.

Eventually, it came down to basically everybody knowing that it would come down to either him or this one other guy, who I’ll call Adam (obviously not his real name). I had met Adam before, he was the kind of guy who became a frat dude in college and never really lost that attitude. Lucky for him I kind of have a thing for asshole guys.

We met at a company event, and he was flirty with me from the beginning, only doubling down when he found out I am with my husband. In his words, he couldn’t figure out how my husband could pull me, and that he’d be looking for a chance to show me what I was missing out on being with him.

Long story short, Adam won the promotion, and instead of going to my husband’s room to surprise him that I was in town for their business trip as well, I went to Adam’s room and let him fuck me, cum in my pussy, mouth, and ass, and even on my wedding ring. I know that people on this sub don’t like posts to be too long so I wrote out the more detailed version if people are interested.

I'll start. My wife cheated for a combination of reasons: sexual boredom (with me and my small endowment), a strong libido, the rush of being wanted and pursued by other men, the many easy opportunities presented by frequent business travel, and one particular tall, good looking, fit, confident, charming single stud with a cock twice my size and incredible skills with whom she experienced primal, animalistic sex and shattering orgasms.