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Skipping right to the juicy part:

Then, and I'm not exactly sure of the logistical details, Harry is having sex with my wife. Neither Sally and I are touching them. I go soft, and feel scared, but my wife is enjoying herself, so I try to show Sally a good time too. I'm not having fun anymore. I'm trying not to look at them and focus on Sally. She can see it in my face, "You want your wife don't you." I do. But do nothing. Harry finishes but the night continues without skipping a beat. I'm doing this all wrong now. I can only get hard for my wife, then not at all. But I stagger on. Later I'm fore-playing with Sally and my wife and Harry are doing the same, behind and perpendicular to me at the head of the bed. I'm still distracted, soft. I hear my wife, "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

My heart is breaking, Sally is kind of oblivious. I'm sucking her nipples, trying to get in the spirit, but eventually I just kind of collapse on her. I push my face up against hers hard, cheek to cheek and up against her neck, the same way I do when I feel a lot of love for my wife. I kiss her desperately, the way I do when I'm feeling passionate for my wife. But she doesn't kiss like my wife or feel like my wife. I want so much for Sally to make me feel better with her presence, make me feel safe and loved the way my wife does; because my wife is fucking someone behind me and I can feel her body getting thrusted back and fourth against my feet and I can hear her moans. But Sally can't make me feel better that way. I apologize to Sally and cling to her tight. I'm going to cry. I apologize to Sally for my limp dick. She's kind. Sally is a wonderful, kind woman really. I whisper, "This is hurting me. I'm scared." "Its hurting you?" "I'll remember whats happening right now forever." She tells me I'm a good man and that I'm sweet, then gets up and whispers something to Harry. They make haste to the guest bedroom.

It's well-written, but there's so many things wrong with this series of events.

I can't feel sorry for this guy — in fact, I get mad at him while reading this. He had the the ability to stop this, but he didn't. His natural instinct was to stay silent, to play along, to curl up into a ball and cry. He clings to the other woman, suckles her tits like an infant, and confesses his feelings in whimpers — all while his wife is getting railed by a stud and is begging for more.

He may not have enjoyed it, but he let it happen. This guy is an emotional cuckold. No wonder his wife wanted to get fucked by another man.

I went up stairs and my wife was starting to understand. She didn't even realize Sally and I didn't actually fuck. My wife told me I needed to fuck her. Show me she's mine. It was hard and angry sex. It didn't make me feel better.

The wife is essentially saying: Take me. Fuck me. Dominate me. She showed him her true nature, her inner slut. But this dude just doesn't know how to handle it.

make me feel safe and loved the way my wife does

That's exactly what a woman wants. This guy is a woman at heart. And his wife doesn't another woman — she wants to be fucked by a real man. This experience could have been a Red Pill wake up call for the guy. But he'll probably just end up going beta harder.