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One size deson't fit all How do you tell your wife you have an interest in sucking cock? Watching her fuck? How do you explain how her having an open, outside relationship with another man is something that excites you? How do you tell your wife you’re a cuckold? Those are all questions I encountered. Sexual desires and fantasies are intimidating. They can be embarrassing, confusing, and shameful. We are judge-full people. Unforgiving, harassing, and finger pointing. Not only here, on a sex site of all places, but life in general. Some carry around sexual desires and never have the courage to share them, with anyone. They hide in the shadows or underneath the lips of deception because it’s often easier and safer to do so. I was scared when I spoke to my wife many years ago about my sexual desires. I was scared of her reaction. I wondered to myself if it was normal? If it was normal for a married man to desire his wife bedded by another, and to be excited by it too. Being labeled dirty or perverted is horrible, especially by people with minds narrower than a pencil led. But it happens, all the time. Lots of people, men and women, suffer with those same insecurities of not being accepted because they enjoy, like, or have the desire to explore something different. Years ago, after my wife met Ron I talked about her seeing him alone without me knowing. She struggled with that. The lines between cheating and swinging blurred themselves in her mind. I respected that, and we talked a lot about that. What I discovered during her courtship with Ron was that she liked fucking outside us. I can count on one hand how many times she fucked him in our home, but the numbers of her liaisons grow higher and higher outside of. She’s always enjoyed fucking without me. I think at first she didn’t want to hurt my feelings when she enjoyed it more. But secondly, I think that was her opportunity to be free, without guilt or worry, and she could ultimately be the woman in bed she desired and needed to be, with someone who could make her feel like that. I have never fit into her sex life. Cucks usually don’t. Other than eating her fucked pussy or sucking his cock, I don’t have a role. Looking back, I never have. And that’s fine. Maybe I’ve progressed past the watching stage? Or maybe, she’s progressed past that too, as the details of my involvement in her sex become less and less with each visit. But is it more than just not having a role? Of course it is. With sexual fantasies there’s always a charge. If there weren’t they wouldn’t be fantasies. They intrigue us. Keep our attention, and occupy our minds at the most inopportune times of the day. With cuckolding the charge of better or a larger cock is the fuel. It beats the heart and creates the rush. With her attending to her own needs, on her own time, is the sole defiance of cuckolding. I get a rush from that; knowing, but not knowing. So I wonder to myself, and pounder those same scary questions about broadening and expanding the lines as I did so many years ago. But this time, I think and feel less pressure and angst then I did so many years ago. Having experience under your belt does wonders, not only to yourself but for the situation in general. . . Last night I worked late. By the time I got home she was in bed. She wasn’t sleeping, but watching television. As I got undressed she opened the blankets and invited me inside with her. “Get all the way naked,” she said. I did and climbed in. Her body against mine felt wonderful. “I’ve missed you,” she said. We kissed and talked for a moment face to face about the day and its stresses. Then, as I stroked her back, with her arm over my shoulder, I disclosed my fantasy to her. The hesitations of morals were still there. I don’t think they’ll ever leave. . . My wife would never cheat on me. She never has, and though she’s fucked more than a handful of men during our marriage, she’s never strayed outside of us, our love, and bond for each other. Cheating and deception is something that’s not part of any lifestyle and not part of us. “Let me think about it,” she replied. “I want to talk to Phil and make sure he’s okay with it.” “How do you feel about it?” I asked. “I feel better than I did before, Phil and I are in a good place together, so I think it would more comfortable and trusting than when we first talked about it,” she replied. We laid there together talking with each other. It was real, sincere and honest. We spoke of feelings and boundaries, and what each wanted with this new venture. We toyed around with scenarios too, and soon my dick was hard against her thigh. “Can I play with myself?” I asked, smiling, and silently begging for her approval. “Yeah,” she replied smiling back. “We can fantasize about Phil fucking me before you get home from work.” Shared wife -evergreenstatewife |
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