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My wife Liz had been cuckolding me for almost 2 years. It was slow by some standards, but I no longer considered myself to be a "wanna-be" so I had a positive outlook on all new things as we learned and explored the dynamic that was nothing short of spectacular.
It started when she got propositioned while we were on vacation in Paris. She was a little upset about it, but also proud of the fact that she still had what it took to keep a younger man's eye.
I came clean that night, and as I kept feeding her wine, she pretended to understand how I felt, and why. I remember telling her, "Where things go from here is entirely up to you, but I am not threatened by your decision no matter which path you choose. I love you deeply, trust you completely and ALL I want is for you to be happy, content, satisfied, and to feel the freedom needed to explore as much or as little as you desire."
We touched on the subject the next morning, talked briefly that afternoon, and then there was a serious line of "what ifs" and similar questions that night.

Thanks to my reluctance to bring this up, and continued fantasizing about her moving forward with this kind of thing, I had studied (memorized) the Q