Cuckolding, in it’s purest and most delicious form, is a situation where a married woman cheats on her husband, and he has no idea what’s going on.
Then one day, accidentally or by happenstance, he finds out and is absolutely crushed by the news. His little dick doesn’t get hard at the thought, it goes limp and stays that way.
He loves her deeply and tries to understand why she would do that. They talk, and he begs her to stop. But she refuses. “That’s not really your decision to make,” she gently tells him, “I can’t promise you anything.”
Instead, she asserts herself in the relationship, continues to exercise her sexual freedom, and sees other men whenever she wants, and her husband is powerless to stop her. He just lives with it, and accepts it. He has to. He has no choice. That’s what cuckold angst is all about.
The humiliation of his cuckold status intensifies and becomes very real when other people in their circle of friends find out that his wife is fucking other men, and they think of him as weak and pathetic. They look at him differently, and start treating him differently. And talk about him.
Meanwhile, the husband is constantly worried and terrified that he’s going to lose his wife to another man. In most cases, she will eventually develop a relationship with another man who will become her “friend with benefits”, her “booty call”, her “boyfriend”, or her “Bull”, depending on the circumstances.
At some point, her husband will find out that she does things with him, and for him, that she doesn’t do with or for her husband. And his cuckold angst intensifies.
The cuckolding cycle is completed when she announces to her husband one day that she’s pregnant with another man’s baby, and that she plans to keep it. At this point she might make the decision to leave her husband, but just as likely, she will stay with him and they will raise the child together.
The emotional crossroads that the husband then finds himself in is cuckold angst at its most intense.