I didn't fantasize about my wife falling in love with another man. It was far from any fantasy, I just loved her fucking other men, casually, cuckolding me. When she fell in love with him, it felt like it broke a little bit of my heart, I still feel like it is breaking sometimes. BUT, that was not the only feeling I had. Not the only emotion. Seeing her fall in love was so fucking arousing. The way she smiles when she reads a text from him, her face gives it away that it is him who is messaging her. How her voice changes with excitement when I hear them talk on the phone, I know right away when it is him. I had to accept that is arouses me more than it tears me apart. That is emotional cuckolding. I want her to be happy above everything, even my own happiness. It has been the ultimate cuckolding, the ultimate ride, an experience I will never regret encouraging. In a way she was able to find love for him because of me. That is beautiful if you think about it.














