This was my [M38] and my wife’s [F35] first cuckolding experience and happened a few weeks ago. This is from my POV…

The house was still, but inside me, everything pulsed with restless energy. My wife was at a hotel with another guy, it felt surreal.

I sat on our bed, in the dark, surrounded by the quiet of our bedroom - but every nerve in my body was on fire. The only light came from the dim glow of the lamp in the corner. I clutched her vibrator in my hand, pressing it against the flat cage locked tight around me. It buzzed against the plastic, teasing what I wasn’t allowed to touch. Every vibration sent a jolt through me, but there would be no release. Not tonight. Not while she was with him.

About an hour had passed since her last text, which said: “he’s here, I’ll message when we’re done.”

That was it. No pictures. No details. Just those words - they hit harder than anything else could have. Earlier in the day she’d shown me how wet she was in anticipation and I kept opening my phone to look at that pic.

I remembered watching her packing, her black lingerie laid out carefully on the bed, her perfume filling the room. She looked at me with that calm, but naughty smile, then fastened the cage onto me, slipping the key into her purse like it was second nature.

“This is for me tonight,” she whispered. “Your role is to wait. Plug in. Stay locked up. And feel everything.”

Now, she was gone - away in a hotel room with him. And I was home. Plugged, caged, and alone.

The thought of her with him, undressing, opening herself to someone else - made me ache with jealousy and desire. My body tensed each time I imagined her sounds, her face, her hands tangled in his hair, her legs wrapped around someone who wasn’t me.

And yet, all those feelings were part of it. I wanted this, we wanted this. She had taken my control with her when she walked out the door.

I shifted on the bed, the plug pressing deeper inside me. The vibrator buzzed softly in my hand, and I held it against the cage again, desperate for sensation, helpless to do anything more.

This was my place now. Caged in our bedroom. Waiting. It’s hard to explain what you feel but there’s so many emotions and feelings. It’s exhilarating and exhausting at the same time.

Eagerly waiting for her to return. I wondered if I’d notice the scent of someone else still on her skin. I pictured the satisfied look in her eyes and for the moment she would tell me everything or nothing and remind me that she was mine only when she wanted to be.

Until then, I trembled. Alone. Aroused. Hers.

Finally! My phone screen lit up settling the anticipation of the wait. The message simply read “FUCK 🥵🥵🥵🥵”.

That’s all I needed in that moment to confirm I was officially a cuckold.