Realization

I sat in the corner, silent, warned by my wife I could only stay if I was neither seen nor heard. I watched him take her, pull her towards him, kiss her. I saw her response, saw how she melted in his arms, saw the passion in her kiss.

It was like they were meant to be together, like they joined as one, like nature was taking its course.

She'd tried to explain it, tried to explain why she couldn't simply stop dating him, but I didn't understand until I saw it for myself, saw how natural they were together.

I thought I'd be angry, hurt, or upset. But it was the opposite. I was at peace, excited, thrilled. It was like in that moment, I understood being cuckolded by him was far from frightening, instead it was amazing.

After he left, we sat together, my wife and me, sat, held hands, talked.

"Do you understand now?" she asked me.

I swallowed, nodded. "I...yes," I said.

"Do you understand why I...why we...can't anymore?"

I nodded again. "I want to say no but..."

"But you can't," she prompted me.

"Yea," I said.

"You know this doesn't mean I don't love you, right? You get that, right? It's not about not loving you, it's about needing him."

I nodded. "I...I know," I said, "I just...I wish...I mean..."

She put her fingers to my lips, silenced me. "I know," she said, "I know, but that's for him, not for you."

I looked down. I wanted to protest, but couldn't. "I just..."

"Just cause you can't do that doesn't mean we can't be intimate; it doesn't mean I don't want you still." She turned, so she faced away from me, looked over her shoulder. "Just because you're not allowed inside me anymore doesn't mean you can't still please me."

"P...please you..."

"I know you fantasize about it, why don't you try it and see how you like it," she said, bending down, offering me her pussy."

"But he...he..."

"Shhhh, love, go on, you know what to do."

I can't find the link, but inspired by Cuckolding-books-library