The Husband’s Urge, Pt. 2
The urge never dies inside a hubby’s mind. Sure, it might pretend to go away for a while. The hubby might assume that all what he’s having is nothing but some weird, crazy type fantasy of his that will never ever come through. I’ve met numerous hubbies who always say the same thing. To them it was like being lost in their favorite dream: the desire of sitting back and watching someone else fuck their wife. Such hubbies describe to me the warm feeling it gave them to imagine such, and of falling back to bed laughing, telling themselves that it’s all just a dream. Something that’s never bound to come through.
Yes, it’s never supposed to come through. But that won’t stop the urge from knocking at the back of their heads, making them wonder aloud when they’re alone: “But what if it really came through? Seriously, how spectacular that would be?”
The urge is yearning. It is infectious and commanding. Even worse, the hubby realizes he’s become a slave to his urges when he goes out and wherever he is, his eyes happen to sight interracial couples frolicking about with abandon. He begins to imagine what it would look like if the white woman lost in the black man’s arms were his wife. How would he respond if he were here watching his wife smiling and flirt coquettishly in public with another man. With a black man. The thought of such disgusts and simultaneously arouses the hubby as it works into his imagination. He is at a loss which picture to accept: would he be angry at her for breaking their marital vow to be with some other man, or would he be happy that finally she is giving herself a taste of erotic sexual pleasure/freedom that he is incapable of giving to her? But another thing that pesters him is whether he should be happy she’s cheating on him with a black man, instead of a white?
The picture continues to trouble the husband, and it gets so bad that there isn’t anyone around whom he can tell about this sensuous feeling he’s having. Or if he’s right in the head to even be having it. He begins to look at his wife differently. He starts to pretend already that she’s fucking some black guy, and he watches her closely for any tell-tales of cheating. Even the wife sometimes might catch on to her hubby’s percolating thoughts but figure nothing harmless about it. Things go into overdrive when the hubby begins experimenting sexually with the wife whenever they’re having sex: The hubby starts eating the wife’s pussy with a frenzy that often surprises her, and starts fucking her less. Even when he fucks her, he imagines she’s already fucked some man already before coming home. He imagines she’s just fucked a black man! And instead of him being afraid, or angry with himself for having such crazy thoughts, he actually starts enjoying it.
Was it a struggle for you when you found out you had the "Cuckold Urge" of wanting your wife to enjoy being with a bull?