I think this is a common theme for many cuckolds, but my fantasies have slowly shifted over time to be more and more about losing control to a bull who is seeing my wife. Is this something that a lot of you feel?

I fantasize that they develop an emotional connection. I imagine that my marriage slowly slides under the control of another man who is working his way into my wife’s mind, body and heart.

Not that he would want to take her away from me completely. Not that he would ask her to leave me or seek divorce.

Instead, I imagine that my wife’s relationship with another man changes from purely sexual fantasy to a real side relationship outside of our marriage.

I suppose what I am describing is similar to polyamory. My wife and her lover would begin being extremely intimate and sharing everything with each other getting to know each other on a deep level as any couple who is dating might.

I imagine the fireworks that my wife and her lover would experience during this beginning phase of their new relationship where everything is exciting and the sex is off the charts.

I think about how excruciating it would be to watch them fooling around in front of me. Kissing and cuddling and showing the types of affection toward each other that couples who are in love typically show.

The jealousy would boil inside of me, and my stomach would turn flips every time I had to sit in a living room chair and watch the two of them cuddling on the sofa, watching a movie in our living room under a blanket together, cuddling and being romantic.

I would still work hard every day to make sure that my wife knows how much I love her. I would begin doing more things around the house and bringing her gifts and riding her a little love notes.

This would serve to improve our marriage, despite the fact that she has another lover. But it would not do anything to change our sex life.

Her bull would become her boyfriend, but he would still keep most of his life separate from ours.

When he was not around, she would miss him and think about him, and if they had not seen each other for a few weeks, the next time they saw each other would be an intense passionate encounter.

My wife and I would struggle to draw the lines between what was sacred between she and I and what she was willing to share with him. That line would constantly move over time. Almost always giving him something that he did not have before.

He would be confident, but not arrogant. He would know his position with my wife and feel secure, knowing that there was very little, He would know his position with my wife and feel secure, knowing that there was very little, I could do to change the nature of his relationship with my wife.

Eventually, the two of them would sit me down and explain to me that they had decided to become sexually monogamous. The talk would be long and difficult, and I would be surprised that the person who was the most unwilling to budge was my wife, not her boyfriend.

She would be the one who decided she only wanted to be with one man sexually for the foreseeable future. Her boyfriend‘s willingness to be flexible. He would also be perfectly happy to go along with this plan since it meant that he had dedicated access to my wife sexually.

He would use this to continue progressing his relationship with my wife and strengthening their bond even deeper.

Not that my wife and I would not be close anymore. She and I would still go on dates and live in the same home and tell each other everything. We would spend more time together than she would with her boyfriend. But the nature of my relationship with my wife would be much more mundane and day to day. Really, it would be like a fairly standard sexless marriage.

However, she would also go on dates with her boyfriend. He would proudly take her out to dinner or to a party, showing her off to his friends as her girlfriend. This would be another boundary that was tossed aside as their relationship progressed.

He would bring her to a friends wedding to states away and spend two nights with her. On these sorts of occasions, he would focus on building a unique bond with her that did not overlap with mine at all.

He would dance with her at the wedding and make sure that they were together in lots of pictures. Holding each other. Unmistakably a couple.

I would sit home slowly scrolling through the photo albums streaming out of the wedding, showing what my wife was up to with her boyfriend while I sit at home. Meanwhile, she would be at this wedding with her boyfriend experiencing all of the romance and emotions they come along with attending a wedding and watching two people get married.

I could be certain that he brought her back to a hotel room that night, and they stayed up until the small hours of the morning in the hotel room bed.

I could go on.

This would be the most exquisite torture that I could ever imagine. How about you?