When I confronted my cheating wife and asked about her lover's cock.

I should add that the intense eroticism of the humiliation and emasculation I've experienced is hard to explain, and hard for most people to understand, but if you've been there you know.
I suppose so. I imagine it is associated with letting another man "supposedly more masculine" enjoy the pleasures that your wife or girlfriend can give him just like you have experienced with her?

And her letting you know he was "better than you" and further did things to each other that you don't do together.

What was the turning point from angry husband discovering your wife was having an affair to the "intense eroticism" you say.
 
I suppose so. I imagine it is associated with letting another man "supposedly more masculine" enjoy the pleasures that your wife or girlfriend can give him just like you have experienced with her?

And her letting you know he was "better than you" and further did things to each other that you don't do together.

What was the turning point from angry husband discovering your wife was having an affair to the "intense eroticism" you say.
Well, "supposedly more masculine" skirts the truth. My wife's colleague is obviously, undeniably more manly, muscular, masculine, assertive and alpha than me, and the fact that my wife responded to that the way she did and was so instantly, intensely, helplessly sexually attracted to him, gets to the heart of my humiliation and resulting arousal. There was no one "turning point." It was a long, gradual process. It started with months of interrogating her and extracting every detail she could remember, so I was confident she was being 100% truthful and transparent about everything that happened, her motivations, her feelings about it. Then more months of processing all that information and engaging in some heavy self-analysis to figure out if I could get past the betrayal and stay with her and rebuild trust and our relationship. I realized that to have any chance of getting back to some semblance of "normal" and being the happy person I used to be, I had to forgive her - much more for my benefit than for hers, so I set my mind to doing that. As I let go of my anger and resentment and started to genuinely forgive her, my mind cleared and I was able to step back and see the whole situation more objectively and appreciate the intense eroticism of what she had done, her powerful, primal attraction to him, his masculinity and alpha male aura and authority, his muscular body, his cock that's twice the size of mine that she couldn't get enough of, his extensive sexual experience and skills, his ability to easily give her one shattering orgasm after another, and I found myself becoming incredibly aroused by all that, by his vast sexual superiority, by the fact that my wife was so intoxicated by him, that she so badly needed to be fucked by him that she blatantly betrayed me, risked our marriage and our family for it, and then kept going back for more, over and over for 10 years before I found out. There's something about the humiliating and emasculating effect of all that, of what he blithely did to me, a stranger intruding into my life out of nowhere and fundamentally changing me, turning me into something I wasn't before - a cuckold - that has produced a level of sexual arousal I never imagined could exist. Though words aren't adequate to fully capture it, that's about the best explanation I can offer.
 
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It's never only about his cock. He was different from any other man she fucked, and she liked it. She came from wealth, and her lovers were generally from the same circle. This guy was a truck driver, and he was rough around the edges. He dominated her and she loved that. She fucked him because he could make her cum, and I know that she loves to cum with a dick in her pussy. That's all I had to know about his cock.
 
Well, "supposedly more masculine" skirts the truth. My wife's colleague is obviously, undeniably more manly, muscular, masculine, assertive and alpha than me, and the fact that my wife responded to that the way she did and was so instantly, intensely, helplessly sexually attracted to him, gets to the heart of my humiliation and resulting arousal. There was no one "turning point." It was a long, gradual process. It started with months of interrogating her and extracting every detail she could remember, so I was confident she was being 100% truthful and transparent about everything that happened, her motivations, her feelings about it. Then more months of processing all that information and engaging in some heavy self-analysis to figure out if I could get past the betrayal and stay with her and rebuild trust and our relationship. I realized that to have any chance of getting back to some semblance of "normal" and being the happy person I used to be, I had to forgive her - much more for my benefit than for hers, so I set my mind to doing that. As I let go of my anger and resentment and started to genuinely forgive her, my mind cleared and I was able to step back and see the whole situation more objectively and appreciate the intense eroticism of what she had done, her powerful, primal attraction to him, his masculinity and alpha male aura and authority, his muscular body, his cock that's twice the size of mine that she couldn't get enough of, his extensive sexual experience and skills, his ability to easily give her one shattering orgasm after another, and I found myself becoming incredibly aroused by all that, by his vast sexual superiority, by the fact that my wife was so intoxicated by him, that she so badly needed to be fucked by him that she blatantly betrayed me, risked our marriage and our family for it, and then kept going back for more, over and over for 10 years before I found out. There's something about the humiliating and emasculating effect of all that, of what he blithely did to me, a stranger intruding into my life out of nowhere and fundamentally changing me, turning me into something I wasn't before - a cuckold - that has produced a level of sexual arousal I never imagined could exist. Though words aren't adequate to fully capture it, that's about the best explanation I can offer.
You have "captured it" pretty well in your own words.

The hardest part to process is the months of "interrogation" and months of "processing" and then acceptance of that trust to keep your relationship afloat.

You must have been very understanding and then her being very understanding. I congratulate you on your strong relationship with her despite all this occurrence.
 
A few clarifications. The stud is younger than her but not exactly "young" - mid 40s now. He enjoys fucking plenty of other women, including other married women, besides my wife. She's well aware of that and doesn't mind at all. In fact, I think it adds to her attraction to him. Though I can't literally see for myself, given my intimate involvement (albeit not in person) in every aspect of her relationship with him, and the vivid, incredibly detailed accounts she gives me, I feel like I'm as close as possible to *seeing* them in action while preserving his belief that she's still a wanton, cheating slut with a clueless hubby.
Perhaps have her put her phone on FaceTime during the next session. If she knows you like it, she might put on a real show for you!
 
When I first found out that my wife had been getting plowed behind my back for years by a tall, good looking single stud who works for her company, of course I asked her about his cock. When I did, her first response was, "you don't want to know." I said, "well, actually, I DO want to know." Then she said "look, he's a big boy, let's leave it at that." I started getting angry and said, "just tell me how big he is, in inches, right fucking now." She was exasperated but she could see how agitated I was getting and that there was no way she was going to avoid answering the question. She finally said, "jesus christ, it's not like I took out a ruler and measured, but he must be at least 8.5 or 9 inches." I asked, "how thick?" and she said "very." I said "what the fuck does that mean?" and she said, "it means I can't get my fingers all the way around him." At the time, hearing all that was the most brutal, painful gut punch I had ever experienced. Now it's a treasured memory.

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I’m sorry dude😟 did I ruin her?
 
...turning me into something I wasn't before - a cuckold - that has produced a level of sexual arousal I never imagined could exist. Though words aren't adequate to fully capture it, that's about the best explanation I can offer.
THIS!

There's something so very potent, so very powerful, about "surrendering" my feelings of inadequacy and inferiority and embracing how erotic it is that a woman can be so very bewitched by a huge cock and an owner with the skill to use it. It really clicked in my mind what aroused me the most the first few times I masturbated to the fantasy of a girl I had a crush on being stuffed and stretched by a much bigger cock than my own. Fantasizing about me being with her was nowhere near as arousing after that, because fantasizing about watching her, hearing her with another lover seemed like a drug that made me even more addicted to the fantasy.
 
When I first found out that my wife had been getting plowed behind my back for years by a tall, good looking single stud who works for her company, of course I asked her about his cock. When I did, her first response was, "you don't want to know." I said, "well, actually, I DO want to know." Then she said "look, he's a big boy, let's leave it at that." I started getting angry and said, "just tell me how big he is, in inches, right fucking now." She was exasperated but she could see how agitated I was getting and that there was no way she was going to avoid answering the question. She finally said, "jesus christ, it's not like I took out a ruler and measured, but he must be at least 8.5 or 9 inches." I asked, "how thick?" and she said "very." I said "what the fuck does that mean?" and she said, "it means I can't get my fingers all the way around him." At the time, hearing all that was the most brutal, painful gut punch I had ever experienced. Now it's a treasured memory.

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I also have never actually taken out a ruler and double-checked what a man has told me he is size wise. It always makes me laugh a little when a man tells me their size as it pops into my head they are sitting there in a room with a tape measure writing down numbers like their personal stats.
 
I also have never actually taken out a ruler and double-checked what a man has told me he is size wise. It always makes me laugh a little when a man tells me their size as it pops into my head they are sitting there in a room with a tape measure writing down numbers like their personal stats.
And wtf do you measure from where to where lol
 
I also have never actually taken out a ruler and double-checked what a man has told me he is size wise. It always makes me laugh a little when a man tells me their size as it pops into my head they are sitting there in a room with a tape measure writing down numbers like their personal stats.
If a man's doing the measuring, it's safest to ass-ume he's measuring from his asshole.
 
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I should add that the intense eroticism of the humiliation and emasculation I've experienced is hard to explain, and hard for most people to understand, but if you've been there you know.
I understand completely and revel in my situation. Just wish she allowed me to clean her always
 
My wife says my cock is the biggest she's had, and she's had a lot in her life.

That's flattering as hell.

And, I would LOVE for her to fuck a man with a cock bigger than mine.

And, the fact that she's fucked six men with cocks not as big as mine is still a thrill.
 
My wife (ex, now) told me her lover's cock was at least 8".

All these years later, I find myself wondering if it was true, or if she was just telling me what she thought i wanted to hear. However, she is a very honest person, and she did also tell her sister and her daughter the same thing (at different times). So, maybe true.
Statistically, 8" is extremely large, and extremely rare. Ignore what men say and what porn seems to suggest. I'm 7x6.5c and have been with hundreds of people, women and men, and I've heard from enough of them to know that 7" is big. Not the biggest, but considered very big by most people.
 
Why are men so obsessed with cock size? I have been the bull (I hate that term) in several relationships, where the husband had a bigger cock than mine (I am basically high average). The only advantage of having a large cock is the ability to cause vaginal orgasms, even if they don't know what they are doing, just because the size hits places that cause them. Any man can achieve that, if he takes the time to learn how to do it.
There is solid evidence that male interest in penis size is an evolutionary trait, or the vestiges of one.

Primate studies repeatedly find that males use genital display for lots of reasons, and it's very common for them to be interested in other males' genitals.

Leave it to us humans to "decide" that it's some horrible character flaw among half the population, statistically.
 
Mostly it's a porn-driven obsession. When I was coming of age, long before personal computers, let alone smart phones, porn was not readily available. In those days, guys that were “hung like a horse” were regarded as sort of freaks of nature, and more likely to be snickered at than admired. At least that's the way guys felt; I never heard girls talk about it.

Johnny Holmes came on the porn scene in the early 70s, and the success of his films shows that there was a fascination for big cocks even then— maybe latent until then. Porn always repeats and imitates whatever sells, so I would guess that his films were the origin of porn's obsession with big cocks.

But even so, I watched a fair amount of porn during its ”golden age” (’70s) when you could see it in mainstream theaters, and most of the cocks I remember were maybe a little bigger than average, simply because they had to show up well on camera and in action— but they weren't huge, by any means. I usually went with my wife and one or more other female friends. I remember hearing them talk freely about the action on screen, and what they liked, but I don't ever remember hearing them talk about cock sizes. I'm sure it would have imprinted deeply if I had.

So, porn-inspired, but it also seems that a small but significant percentage of men are aroused by humiliation. I know i am and always have been, but it's only recently that I've begun to realize how common it is. So, male psychology being what it is, there are two sure roads to humiliation: one is to be denigrated for being sexually inadequate; the other is to be cuckolded. And when they come together, it's high voltage ⚡ humiliation. Hence, obsession. Hence, more big-cock porn. It's a feedback loop.
Actually, there is solid evidence that it has a basis in primate evolution. Look it up.
 
Good question. Among the things I get out of the current situation are (1) the continued humiliation of my wife fucking and getting complete sexual satisfaction from a tall, good-looking, super fit, cocky, horse-hung alpha male, (2) the erotic excitement of both of us anticipating her next fuck session with him, game-planning what she'll do and say to bring out his most primal sexual instincts, choosing outfits for her to pack, and (3) getting her extremely detailed accounts of every moment when she gets home - every dinner, every drink, every dirty comment and conversation, every kiss, every touch, every stroke, every postion, every orgasm - usually while I'm between her legs devouring her used, re-sized pussy. While I'd love to be able to watch without blowing her cover, so to speak, I treasure this status quo and am intent on keeping it intact and continuing to enjoy it for as long as possible.
How do you have your orgasms? Or do you at all? Just curious.
 
Statistically, 8" is extremely large, and extremely rare.
I know that. Well under 1 in 1000, from statistics I was reading the other day. Based on what I've seen, the number is two small to come up with an accurate percentage, except if it's based on self-reporting. And we know how accurate that is!

But I think where I was going with that earlier comment was that his actual size was far less important than her ability to make me feel small.
 
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