"Intimate Cuckold": melancholic cuckold captions
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I want to thank all those who had the time to read my captions and were so kind to share their opinions and comments.
I see a common factor here: the majority of us never got to watch our respective wives/partners with their boyfriends/lovers/bulls (whatever you want to call them). We were left behind, home alone, to imagine what was/could be happening (and wanking, consequently. I guess).
When that happens to me, I put my "sad cuckold" playlist on, lay on the couch, and start browsing her sexy photos, indulging in masturbation, deeply sunk in my melancholic thoughts.
======= What follows is TL,DR and perhaps OT as well =======
For those who don't know me, I have had quite a successful career in the military, and most people would regard me as an Alpha. Nevertheless, I adore being cuckolded by my great and only love.
Millions of contradictory feelings haunt me and drive me crazy, daily:
- first and foremost, the fear of losing her;
- then, the pride that she is appreciated by others but chose me as her permanent partner;
- desperation because she did to others things that she denied to me (like roleplaying, for instance);
- extreme arousal when I see signs that she was with other men;
- guilt for being such a pervert to desire that my lovely wife is fucked by some filthy bastard;
- infinite embarrassment when I am in the company of men who might have slept with her;
- obsession to know that she is "having fun" while I am home alone;
- devouring curiosity to know all the details about her encounters, yet the horror to know them;
- inability to stop longing for having material evidence that a stranger's member penetrated her;
- shame for all the above; and guilt; and more shame;
- envy for those who managed to enter into her mind, and control her to the point that she made for them things that otherwise she would have never done;
- last but not least, confusion and disorientation: how can it be that I am obsessed with the craving of being cuckolded and letting others enjoy the beauty of such a delicate creature?
I was deployed several times, for periods spanning from three to six months: I'm not even sure that during my absences she has had intercourse with others. All I know is that, on my way back, I found that the sexy lingerie I gifted her was misplaced and that there was some lingerie that I had never seen on her. But some stains, or some misplaced lingerie, might be totally meaningless.
Sometimes I browse the photos which I took secretly of that lingerie. It is sick, I know. But it is so devastatingly painful that I can't resist, and so arousing as well...
What did she do during my absences is a total mystery to me.
She confessed to me some escapades with a doctor, a French teacher, and the boyfriends of her girlfriends (who pushed her into some naughty foursomes). But one day she confesses, and one other day she retracts.
It is as if she is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde because normally she is my beautiful, shy, adorable wife, fond of me, devoted mother of our (now grown) kids, and irreplaceable lover. I cannot see her being "easy", not even flirting with other men. But sometimes...
Sorry... too long...
I promise that my next post will be a new original intimate melancholic caption ;-)
natasnaikul said:
johnmasters said:
Downboi said:
Softwimphub said:
Hope I didn't miss anyone...Radley said:
I see a common factor here: the majority of us never got to watch our respective wives/partners with their boyfriends/lovers/bulls (whatever you want to call them). We were left behind, home alone, to imagine what was/could be happening (and wanking, consequently. I guess).
When that happens to me, I put my "sad cuckold" playlist on, lay on the couch, and start browsing her sexy photos, indulging in masturbation, deeply sunk in my melancholic thoughts.
======= What follows is TL,DR and perhaps OT as well =======
For those who don't know me, I have had quite a successful career in the military, and most people would regard me as an Alpha. Nevertheless, I adore being cuckolded by my great and only love.
Millions of contradictory feelings haunt me and drive me crazy, daily:
- first and foremost, the fear of losing her;
- then, the pride that she is appreciated by others but chose me as her permanent partner;
- desperation because she did to others things that she denied to me (like roleplaying, for instance);
- extreme arousal when I see signs that she was with other men;
- guilt for being such a pervert to desire that my lovely wife is fucked by some filthy bastard;
- infinite embarrassment when I am in the company of men who might have slept with her;
- obsession to know that she is "having fun" while I am home alone;
- devouring curiosity to know all the details about her encounters, yet the horror to know them;
- inability to stop longing for having material evidence that a stranger's member penetrated her;
- shame for all the above; and guilt; and more shame;
- envy for those who managed to enter into her mind, and control her to the point that she made for them things that otherwise she would have never done;
- last but not least, confusion and disorientation: how can it be that I am obsessed with the craving of being cuckolded and letting others enjoy the beauty of such a delicate creature?
I was deployed several times, for periods spanning from three to six months: I'm not even sure that during my absences she has had intercourse with others. All I know is that, on my way back, I found that the sexy lingerie I gifted her was misplaced and that there was some lingerie that I had never seen on her. But some stains, or some misplaced lingerie, might be totally meaningless.
Sometimes I browse the photos which I took secretly of that lingerie. It is sick, I know. But it is so devastatingly painful that I can't resist, and so arousing as well...
What did she do during my absences is a total mystery to me.
She confessed to me some escapades with a doctor, a French teacher, and the boyfriends of her girlfriends (who pushed her into some naughty foursomes). But one day she confesses, and one other day she retracts.
It is as if she is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde because normally she is my beautiful, shy, adorable wife, fond of me, devoted mother of our (now grown) kids, and irreplaceable lover. I cannot see her being "easy", not even flirting with other men. But sometimes...
Sorry... too long...
I promise that my next post will be a new original intimate melancholic caption ;-)
natasnaikul said:
Sure I can!
Hope nobody will complain for the OT, though... I won't ;-)
So... here you are some, spanning from 2006 (more or less when she started having extramarital affairs, to nowadays).
The quality of the shots is often poor, because of the dim light, because the author was distracted, or because the photos are old (shot before the high-def era). But you will appreciate their genuineness, I hope.
And also, that Linda is still in a pretty good shape
I was thinking... the prettier the wife, the guiltier is the husband who desires her to be fucked by others.
But, we could say "equally true": the prettier the wife, the more generous is the husband who desires her to be fucked by others.
I am very generous... and very guilty, as well. Right?
But, we could say "equally true": the prettier the wife, the more generous is the husband who desires her to be fucked by others.
I am very generous... and very guilty, as well. Right?
MWF 29 I date and fuck many married men. All/Most say they want wives to fuck and dat othr men.. Ur captions are perfectGordonPym said:What you will find here is a bit unique, I think.
That's why I created this new thread... "Intimate Cuckold" Captions.
You will see that my captions are much less graphic than usual, more subtle if you want, as they tend to reflect the rollercoaster of intimate emotions that I actually feel while I write them, instead of depicting explicit sexual acts.
The model is my real wife, not a cheap porn star or a ***** of a photo downloaded from the net.
She is the Mother of our kids, the beautiful Goddess that I love with all my mind, body, and soul.
The thought of her enjoying the touch, taste, and flesh of another man drives me insane, albeit I crave seeing her in bed with other men.
What I'm trying to do here, is to capture the complexity of these intimate, yet contradictory, feelings that I experience when I face the cuckold ghosts that haunt me daily.
If you like my captions or my concept, just leave me a sign of appreciation... I may have more to post
If you want to share your version of the cuckold ghost, feel free to do so as well.
(PS: seeing her in bed with other men is a privilege that has been denied to me so far)
