The Cuckold Life

Once Seth got really horny, he let me do whatever I want with whomever I wanted.  I just loved Jordan’s cock.  I didn’t really want to start anything while we were on the flight, but after a few minutes of Jordan with his hands on me on the air plane, touching me through my panties, and Seth sitting on one side of me watching, I couldn’t help but take his cock into my mouth, and truly cuckold my dear husband, Seth.  I bent down and started to suck Jordan’s cock into my mouth.  Seth ran his hands over my tits outside my shirt and then pushed his hands up under my shirt to rub my nipples.  After so much cock teasing, we had to stop as people were whispering and the flight attendant came by and asked us if we could settle down.  I giggled a little bit and apologized.  I couldn’t help it.

 

Finally we got to Hawaii and got off the air plane and there were so many tourists.  Everyone was shuffling off the plane and heading down to get their baggage and I looked down and noticed that Jordan and Seth still had hard-ons.  I had to laugh in spite of myself as I knew that I definitely had an effect on them.  We got our luggage and hailed a taxi to get to our hotel.  We had gotten a really nice hotel, and had a Jacuzzi in our room, and the beach front just outside our room, where all we had to do was walk out on the back deck and off into the sand.  It was truly gorgeous.

My apologies for being away for such a long time. Seth and I have been very busy over the last few months, what with work, taking care of ourselves, our cuckold relationship with Jordan, and then we went on a short vacation at the beginning of the summer. Our vacation was wonderful, and after these few months with Jordan, we invited him to go with us on our vacation so that we could experience more of him while away from the confines of our city. Jordan relented at first, wanting to give us time to ourselves, but we all knew that I would find another lover while there anyway, so why shouldn’t he go and have fun with us? He finally gave in. What man wouldn’t give in when he has a sexy woman like me to sleep with? Seth has really enjoyed watching us together, having sex, being loved by someone else other than him. It has been over a year since Jordan and I had met over dinner and I thought it was best to kick off our first year correctly since our first cuckold experience together. We decided to go to Hawaii for our vacation and it was so beautiful. I had purchased a sexy black bikini that made my skin look so tan, and Jordan could not keep his hands off me or his cock away from me.  On the flight over to Hawaii, I just had to tease his cock, but of course, I couldn’t give him what he really wanted, until we got to our destination. Seth looked a little jealous at first, but after a while of watching Jordan with his hands all over me, Seth let his cock take over.

 

I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been in our lives since last May, and before him I’d only had a few casual relationships since Seth and I started exploring cuckoldry.  To be quite honest, when we started wading into the possibility of  me bedding other partners, my initial idea was that from time to time Seth and I would swing with other couples.  (what’s fair is fair, right?) In fact, the first time I was with another man outside of our marriage, it was with an old college friend of Seth’s from out of town who was visiting us.  He and his wife came by for dinner one evening before heading back to California.   Seth and I knew that they were into couple swapping, and we even fantasized together about what it would be like if I was with Dan and he was with Carrie a few nights beforehand and got ourselves so worked up we fucked like minx.

Anyway, we enjoyed a delightful dinner of grilled marinated steaks, potato salad, corn on the cob.  It was the fourth of July weekend.  There was a lot of sexy talk and flirting, the occasional pat on my bottom by Dan and Carrie was quite uninhibited as she plopped herself right onto Seth’s lap after dinner while we were sitting out on the deck in our yard.  Carrie and I had been downing vodka and teas while the boys had their beer.  Dan brought out some pot and we decided, what the hell….it really started to feel like college all over again!  We then started playing some goofy drinking game and things were moving along rather smashingly until poor Carrie (who I hadn’t realized was a light weight when it came to alcohol) got sick.  She ended up passing out upstairs leaving me with Dan and Seth, and what appeared to be an awkward twist in our plans for the night.

I was feeling really worked up sexually.  Dan is an artistic type who works as a film editor and has a very laid back demeanor.  He and Seth shared an apartment during their freshman year in college before Dan transferred to UCLA.  According to Seth, Dan was definately the wild child.  Dan is of Cuban and French descent, and everything about him embodied hot-blooded male.  With jet-black wavy hair, hazel eyes, full lips that easily broke into a grin only to reveal perfect white teeth that contrasted so nicely with his deep brown skin–its easy to see how Dan had no trouble meeting females.  Seth told me that living with Dan was like living with a porn movie director….there used to be a parade of women coming in and out of their apartment at all hours, and Dan used to get the ladies to do all sorts of things on film for him and then show off clips to their buddies.  I know….kind of lewd, but that was then.   There was just something so raw, fierce and flawless about Dan and the attention he had been giving me throughout the evening only served to entice me more.  

But poor, sick Carrie was now out of the equation, so where did that leave us?  I thought the chance to engage in my first passion-filled night of swinging and debauchery had come and gone.  But apparently Dan was fixated on what we had so delicately but poignantly began earlier.  He asked Seth if he minded if he kissed me.  Seth said no.  I was sitting on the couch next to my husband and Dan stood up from the chair to the right where he was seated and came to the couch, kneeling in front of me.  I’ll never forget that hungry look in his eyes, the way he appeared before me, on his knees in an almost vulnerable state.  I glanced at Seth who looked on approvingly.  Dan then leaned forward, his hands in mine, pulling me toward him slightly so that we met halfway.  His kisses stirred my heart and a few other parts of my anatomy.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as his tongue probed softly in and around my mouth.  His hands reached out and he cupped my breast over my tank top.  I was breathless and anxious and I never wanted the feeling to end.  I nervously looked over at Seth again, who was smiling and in a cozy voice, he nudged, “Go on Liv”.

Dan and I went into the guest room then where we made love for the next couple of hours.  I didn’t feel comfortable about having sex right in front of Seth that first time, especially since Carrie was unable to partner up with him.  Somehow, Seth was fine with all of it and later confessed that he had jerked off repeatedly while listening to Dan and I fuck in the other room.  I remember feeling guilty for a few weeks after this experience, as it was originally supposed to be  a mutually agreed upon night of swinging for both Seth and myself.  It was also really strange getting used to the idea that I had sex with a man who was not my husband.  I didn’t feel ashamed for what I did, but things were occasionally awkward for us those first few weeks after my night with Dan.  We talked about it and obviously worked through it and happily, we discovered that Seth was more turned on than ever knowing another man had his cock inside of his wife and he wanted me to tell him everything about Dan over and over again while we once again, were fucking like minx.

(My apologies, this post was sitting in draft gathering dust when my lovely Liv was about to make a new post today and came across this unpublished entry by me….needless to say, I was appropriately admonished for this oversight, and my rear end is still rather sore as I type this.   God, how I love that woman!) 

Looking back over the years, I suppose it would be difficult to pin down the exact moment I knew my cuckolded destiny.  There were a multitude of what I like to refer to as “mini moments” with Liv when it became clear to me that I would unquestioningly worship the very ground this goddess of mine walks on.

Its interesting, because when I think back to times before Liv was in my life, I do note a bit of a pattern that had emerged early on in my life.  Let me try to explain.

I grew up as the only boy in a household dominated by women.  I was the youngest of four children born to my parents, all girls except for me.  Needless to say, the dynamics in my household were unusual compared to that of most of my peers.  My father, plagued by chronic back problems retired from his job as a foreman in a construction company while he was still in his thirties.  My mother who worked part time as a pharmacist prior to my father’s retirement, then became the breadwinner once it was evident that my father could no longer work in his previous capacity.  He occasionally did some freelance work, but for the most part, it was my mother who “brought home the bacon”, so to speak.  It wasn’t long before the tables turned in terms of what I had thought were prescribed gender roles in my home.

With mother working full time to support our family, it was my father’s responsibility to see to it that the household was maintained.  He managed the cooking, cleaning and the general care of myself and my four sisters.  This seemed to work in everyone’s favor and I never really got a sense that my father resented his new role.  In fact, I used to observe him singing along to country and western music on the stereo as he buzzed around the house, vaccuming, dusting, etc.   He seemed rather content.   Sometimes, my sisters would poke fun at my dad, and suggest that he wear an maid’s apron as he went about his daily chores, but my father, always the good-natured man, just chuckled and went about his routine.

My sisters, especially the two oldest, were very much advocates of the “new feminism” that saturated the media in the 1970’s and early 1980’s.   They would often quote from books by Simone de Beauvior and remind me how women have long been oppressed by men throughout history.  Needless to say, I learned a lot from my sisters.

At one point when I was in my late teens, something shifted in my parent’s marriage.  Although it was never overtly discussed in front of the family, my mother began an affair with a man from work.  I can remember overhearing my father confronting my mother about her infidelity.  It was a summer night in late June and I lie in my bed, with the windows open in my room feeling comforted by the warm breeze wafting over me.  My father’s prized roses were in full bloom now and if I lie still, inhale deeply and concentrate, my nostrils would be overcome with their heady scent. My parents were out on the back deck just a few feet from my bedroom window and must have assumed I was fast asleep. I could make out the low tones of their adult conversation and though I didn’t sense an argument brewing between them (frankly, I can’t recall ever hearing or witnessing my parent’s arguing throughout my childhood), there did seem to be a subdued tension embedded within the conversation.  At one point, I heard my father’s deep baritone voice tentatively ask, “Are you sleeping with him, Linda?”  To which my mother simply and softly replied, “Yes”.  And that was that.

After overhearing this admission of my mother’s infidelity and subsequently observing no overt changes in my parent’s relationship, I began to pay closer attention to my mother.  She certainly wasn’t like my friends’ mothers, for one thing, most of my friends mothers didn’t work outside of the home.  Mother was a stylish woman, with her raven colored hair that was styled in a blunt cut. She dressed fairly conservatively when she went to work but I started to notice how there was an increase in weekend “seminars” following her confession about her affair.  It became somewhat routine for mother to suddenly announce she was going away on a weekend trip for some pharmaceutical conference.   One Friday afternoon during my senior year in high school, while she was packing her travel bag, I entered her bedroom to ask her a question about borrowing her car for the homecoming dance to be held the following weekend.  While we were talking about the dance, I happened to glance over by her bed where her suitcase remain open.   I tried to keep from blushing when I noticed she had packed a sheer black neglige for this “seminar”.  My mother promptly shut the suitcase and asked me to wait for her downstairs where we would continue our conversation.

Throughout high school I had one serious girlfriend, Wendy.  She was a knock-out and she knew it.   Wendy was co-captain of the cheerleaders, a party girl and an incorrigible flirt.   In some ways, I think Liv’s looks remind me of Wendy’s.  She had similar naturally curly dark hair and a bright, endless smile.   Wendy wasn’t nearly as intelligent as Liv is, but that never seemed to matter, because all of the teachers–female and male alike–seemed enamorate of Wendy.  She could do no wrong.  “You need an extension on that history term paper?  No problem Wendy!”  I used to envy the fact that she always seemed to get preferential treatment; the girl hardly cracked a book in all four of our years of high school and yet managed a “B” average. 

Wendy was a cocktease with a captial “C”.  She would get me all hot and bothered many a time in the back seat of my mother’s car only to stop me moments before I would attempt to penetrate her.  She then would explain she really thought it would be best to wait until marriage before having sex.   Of course, I adored this girl and difficult as it was, I resigned myself to jacking off in my room alone after dropping Wendy off at the end of our dates.

A few weeks before the senior prom, Wendy changed her mind about her values and decided she would like to have sex with me.  After the prom, a bunch of my friends and their dates were heading back for a party at a buddy’s house, and most of us were planning on spending the night there.  The setting was perfect.   I planned on waiting until everyone fell asleep and bringing Wendy to my friend Mark’s bedroom where I would deflower her once and for all.  Mark was in on the scheme and offered his room to us.  I could hardly wait. 

Wendy looked like a movie star on Prom Night.  She wore a white satin dress with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated her perky tits perfectly.   Her curly hair was piled high on top of her head and she had afixed little bits of baby’s breath behind her ear.   I was so proud of my girlfriend and I couldn’t wait to get her back to Mark’s house after the dance.   She drove me crazy all night, as we danced she would rub her tight little body up against mine and giggle girlishly when she noticed my hard on pressing into her.   I couldn’t take it.  My cock had waited for nearly four years for this night.  

The after party was in full swing when Wendy and I arrived.  There were about 12 or 13 friends of ours there, all celebrating this milestone in our high school lives.   I got caught up with some of the guys in a drinking game for a little while and I figured Wendy was chatting it up with her girlfriends and  so I lost track of her.  Eventually I had a pretty good buzz going on and I after a half a dozen or so beers, I had to go to the toilet.   I noticed Wendy was no where in sight as I made my way from the basement upstairs to the bathroom.  After I relieved myself, I thought again how strange it seemed that Wendy disappeared.   I paused for a few moments in the hallway outside of the bathroom and could swear I heard laughter coming from Mark’s bedroom.   I could distinctly make out the sound of a male and female voice, and I was almost certain the female voice belonged to Wendy.  So I knocked once on Mark’s bedroom door and then turned the knob.

There she was, my Wendy, with the top of her virginal white dress pulled down, exposing her round, sweet breasts.   She was on her knees before my buddy Mark, with her curly little head bobbing up and down on his dick.   The two of them jumped and sprang apart when I stepped into the room.  Wendy was pretty blizted and her face was flushed.  Mark quickly pulled his pants up and pleaded with me, “Dude, I know this looks bad…”   I was stunned as the realization of what was happening sunk in.  

Wendy, my sweet cheerleader girlfriend, was a sneaky little slut.

And for some reason, unbeknowst to me at the time, I couldn’t think of anything sexier than this.

How did we get here?  How did we decide that a Cuckold Life was one that would work for us?  A few folks have asked inquired about the “how’s”.   Funny, these questions haven’t ever really and truly been pondered by Seth and myself  since the shift from vanilla to cuckold marriage. 

Let me preface by saying that it wasn’t as if one day, we awoke and turned to each other and said, “How about a cuckold relationship?”  Seth will tell you that he already was submitting to me long before I started dating other men, and while I have always been the more dominating one in our relationship, Seth is not some mindless moron!  He is an astute and successful businessman and as he mentioned in his post the other day, his job is very demanding and he carries a lot of clout in his industry.  Its ironic, because even as I have a thriving and respected practice in the medical community, I have often considered working in the medical field to be one which has the tendency to strip away self-empowerment from its practitioners.  Dealing with third party insurance woes, being restricted in scope of practice through state and government regulations and rules, and making a career out of essentially helping people doesn’t exactly sound like the ideal job description for a dominant woman.

This is why I think our marriage works.  Each of us seeks balance from the other.  Both Seth and I have two seemingly polar personas in the public and private theater of life.  When all is said and done at the end of the day, we like to switch the public lights off and become lost  our private, dark, exciting and erotic world of D/s and cuckold experiences.  I need to be able to take total control over my  husband, not in an angered or agitated way, but rather because I spend so much time during my regular day accomadating the system, the insurance companies and my patients that I crave the opportunity to have it all done in exactly the way I want it done.  Without this piece in the puzzle that is my life, I would have a hard time staying sane.

Seth and I have had our ups and downs, we are really not so different from any couple in a long term relationship, other than we practice cuckoldry.  I propose that ours is a healthier relationship in many ways, especially since I am very open with Seth about the men I date.  Instead of sneaking around cheating like so many married spouses will do, Seth knows exactly who I am with and when I will be seeing him and most likely what I will be doing.  There is no need for deception. 

So I don’t think there was this exact moment when we could say that we knew for sure cuckolding would work for our relationship.  It started out as fantasy talk several years ago.  We had rented the movie “Eyes Wide Shut” and were discussing the very hot scene in which Tom Cruise’s character is consumed with thoughts of his wife (played by his then real life wife, Nicole Kidman) being fucked by another man.  As Cruise’s character spirals into a jealous rage, he  wanders the night and finds himself entering a seductive and mysterious world of sex games. Strangely, a conversation about voyeurism rather than cuckoldry evolved between Seth and I.  I admitted to Seth I sometimes fantasized about being watched when having sex.  This excited him greatly! 

That summer, we went on a camping trip with two other couples; Tina and Jim, who we had known for years and Shelly and Jon, a couple we had only recently become acquainted with through Jim.  We were sitting around a campfire the night before we were to return home and naturally the booze was flowing.  Shelly and Jon were a naturally affectionate couple and both quite attractive.  Jon reminded me of the actor who played Aiden on “Sex in the City”–John Corbit (who I had always had a crush on!) Shelly was sweet, blond and had a great sense of humor. 

As we all chatted and joked around the campfire, I noticed some interesting movements taking place underneath the blanket Shelly and Jon had thrown across themselves.  They were lying in a semi-spooning position facing the fire, with Shelly in front of Jon.  At first I wasn’t sure, but I then I was convinced Jon’s hands were all over Shelly  underneath that blanket.  She was squirming a bit in the glow of the fire, occasionally sighing softly.  We were sitting directly across from Shelly and Jon and before long, I knew he had his fingers inside of her.  It was all I could do to remain calm as I sat next to Seth, who I was pretty sure was on to what Jon was doing to Shelly in our presence.  I couldn’t help myself–seeing those two in such a sexually charged state was having quite an effect on me too.  I could detect waves of heat and arousal travelling throughout my body, and soon enough, my pussy was beginning to throb as I imagined Shelly’s was at that same moment. 

The kicker was that all six of us were sharing one cabin on this camping trip and all I knew was that I had to have sex with Seth that night, somehow, some way.  As soon as we straightened out the site and put out the fire, Seth and I wandered off into a wooded area to start a fire of our own!  He too, was very aware of Shelly and Jon’s moment of exhibition earler and was just as turned on by them as I was.  We found a spot a few hundred feet away from the cabin and I leaned over a large boulder style rock so Seth could fuck me doggy style under the starry July night sky.  We were so hot for each other and totally unaware of anything other than the need to give in to pure animal lust. 

We were so oblivious, that just before Seth orgasmed inside of me, I looked up and could faintly make out the outline of a figure, or two in the shadows, about 20 feet away.  Instead of being startled or telling Seth to stop, I felt even hotter and I smiled and ground my hips harder against him as he pumped his cock inside of me, not caring who was watching and in fact, wanting them to see every moment of our unbridled passion.  As Seth groaned and emptied his sperm in me, I looked up again and this time was able to make out the blond ponytail that was unmistakingly Shelly’s.  Shelly and Jon, who were the reason Seth and I got so worked up that night, were now witnessing the very erotic effect they had on us!  Nothing was ever said by Shelly nor Jon about that night, but from that moment on, I knew a long-lasting fetish was born in me.  Performing in front of another was even sexier than I had ever fantasized.  Later I admitted to Seth that Jon and Shelly were watching us fuck in the woods and a big grin broke across his face. 

“Liv, do you know how fucking hot it is to show you off like that?” Seth unabashedly asked me.

Oh, I knew exactly how hot it was.  And so it was in that moment I believe  the early stirrings of the appeal of cuckholdry began to awaken in the both of us.

 

Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the reason I participate in a fem-dom marriage has something to do with unresolved angst for my mother or some such nonsense.  One thing I have learned as I have become older is there are some things in life that are not meant to be disected. 

Those people who know of my role as a cuckold husband often question my sanity.  Other people have simply cut themselves out of my life because they see what Olivia and I do as disgusting, immoral and it most certainly goes against just about every marriage vow there is!  When I attempt to explain that my participation in cuckoldry is the most meaningful gift a husband can give to his wife, eyes roll, jaws drop and heads violently shake from side to side.  I want others to understand that being a submissive husband is not a sign of a weak man.  Rather, it is just the opposite.  It takes a very strong hearted man to concede and step aside while another men enjoys fucking his wife.

Olivia is the kind of woman any man would die for.  I realize this seems biased, but this woman has continued to astound me for the past 15 years!  She is not only a natural, breathtaking beauty with her long, curly auburn hair, wide, doe-brown eyes, silky porecelin skin and seductive pouty mouth, but she is one of the most brilliant persons I have ever known.  Her physical beauty will draw you in, but it is her mind that will truly captivate you.  Sometimes she is wicked, other times she is the picture of logic and rationality; but all it takes is five minutes in her presence and you will know fully and completely that you have come face to face with a real-life Goddess.  She can talk with anyone about anything, make you feel as though you are the only person in the world or devestate you with her aloof and majestic demeanor.  This is a woman who knows how to get exactly what she wants and always does exactly that.

Olivia and I dated for four months before we ever slept together.  This wasn’t by any means, due to lack of effort on my part!  Liv somehow convinced me that if we waited the sex would be so much more intense.  She would allow me to suckle and caress her juicy, full breasts on occasion and would give me the world’s worst case of blue balls by grinding her clothed body up against my naked skin.  At first I figured she was a tease, but before long, I realized that there was a method to this woman’s madness.  She liked to be in control at all times and she let me know right at the beginning, any sex we had would be on her terms.  Call me crazy, but I became totally turned on by this and was willing to forgo any chance of sexual release with this woman as long as she remained in my life.  Maybe by that point, I was in too deep.  Even to this day, when it comes to the way I feel about Liv, I am still in so very deep. 

The day she finally let me fuck her was the day I knew for sure I could never belong to another.  Beautiful Olivia had me exactly where she wanted me.  And there wasn’t a think I could do about it.

What was especially memorable about the first time I had sex with my future wife was that for several days leading up to that fateful moment, she would ask me to jerk off in front of her.  She was like a scientist watching an experiment play out.  She observed my every motion, asked me constantly how mastubating in one fashion or another felt or affected me, and I swear, if I hadn’t opened my eyes from time to time, I would have thought she were jotting down points in a notebook! The thing that made this first true encounter between us even more intimidating was that this was for all intents and purposes, “D-Day” or as I affectionatley like to refer, dick-day, as in the day Olivia first took ownership of my cock.

My dick is not extremely tiny, but it is rather slender, measuring in at about 5 1/4 inches.  I had always thought I was average.  Liv never said anything outrightly insulting about my cock in those early days, but there was something about the devious smile that played on her lips that indicated to me this woman expected something more. While she had only slept with one other man prior to our dating, she later confided to me that his dick was ” a bit longer and wider around”.   When we finally had sex that very first time, not only was my stamina at its peak after masturbating for Olivia for a few days before the big event, but I also literally bent over backwards to make sure I sexually satisifed her–in more ways than one.

In the first 10 or so years of our marriage, our sex life was generally good.  Don’t get me wrong, there were definately some very hot moments.  Interestingly, the hottest moments during our so-called “vanilla years” were those in which Olivia was in complete and total control of my cock.  These were often times when she would “cut me off” from all sexual contact with her and instruct me to masturbate in front of her while she watched and teased.  In the heat of the moment, she would mutter things to me like, “Sethy poo, I love to watch you play with that cute little cock…it even reminds me of a little boy’s wiener” and as she would giggle and tease, I would practically lose it and explode.  Sometimes she would even keep me on edge and tell me not to cum for a certain amount of time and this drove me insane!  Eventually, when I finally was allowed to have an orgasm, she would coo and encourage me, reminding me that I was her “good little boy”.  Looking back now, I can see how these earlier moments were indicative of what was to eventually evolve in our relationship.

My wife is a prominent physician and a woman many people admire, men and women alike.  I am also an educated man with degrees in buisness administration and marketing and run my own succesful business in the entertainment industry.  Early on in our careers, we often were both quite busy and save for those semi-humiliating (albeit extremely erotic) masturbation sessions, I didn’t truly grasp what Olivia was capable of doing to me.

Its also quite ironic and yet it makes perfect sense that I would submit to Liv in nearly every possible way when it comes to our personal relationship.  In my business, I am the decision-maker; things are constantly moving at break-neck speed and while I wouldn’t trade my job for anything, it often extremely draining and tenuous.   Since I have become Liv’s submissive cuckold husband, things that used to eat me up at work just don’t have that hold over me like they did in the past.  I believe this is so much more than a coincidence.  I am at peace and am right where I should be, where I always was meant to be.   This would be at Olivia’s feet, worshipping her mind, body and soul, and revering her for being the Goddess she is.  Whatever might please her, I want to get for her.  And a few years ago, my Goddess told me she would like to start dating and fucking other men, I knew that this was something she would do, regardless of whether or not I concurred.

I am not going to lie and say the experience of my wife getting laid by other men was a dream come true for me in the very beginning.  Those first few times, when she went out on dates, I felt like I could crawl into a hole and die.  Still, despite my initial distress, those hours when I was home all alone and wondering what Liv was doing at that exact moment, were also some of the most erotic moments I had lived up until then.  Every time I imagined her date’s hands on her skin, or even his eyes oogling her beautiful bosom in the low cut V-neck dress she was wearing, my cock throbbed and the more I thought about Olivia engaged in some sexual act with her date, I could not resist jerking off.  It was a bizarre experience for me, torn between rage, sadness being extremely turned on at the mere thought of my wife bedding another man.   In those first few months, I found myself in a state of confused bliss a lot of the time.  Olivia was as happy as a lark, having wonderful sex on a regular basis with much more endowed men that I, and she was relishing this new found power of hers in every way imaginable!  Consequently, our own sex life really started heating up and once I got past the initial stages of jealousy and confusion, I knew there would be no turning back to the way things once were between us.  And I am here to tell you, I am the happiest husband alive for having joined my wife on this constantly titillating and immensely satisfying adventure in cuckoldry.

 

My sweet cuckold husband Seth is so much more technically savvy than I am!  We had been discussing developing this blog on the art, trials and tribulations on cuckoldry for a couple of months.  He originally brought up the idea of blogging about a cuckold marriage, and I admit, I was very much attracted to the idea of sharing our story and getting the message about the benefits of female-led relationships out into the world wide web.   Truthfully though, I hadn’t thought so much in terms of who might actually want to read about our cuckold relationship.

Seth obviously has done his homework.  Tonight he spent some time submitting “The Cuckold Life” to several adult blog directories as well as subscribing this journal to rss feeds.  I have no idea what all this means, but according to Sethy-poo this will bring in more readers. 

This got me thinking about the way he is so consumed with the notion of being an objectified pet husband.  He confided to me that he is turned on not only through his submission to me as well as the consistent erotic humilation he thrives upon by living as a cuck husband, but the aspect of putting our relationship out here for the masses to read about excites him in a whole new way!  I am constantly amazed at how this man literally lives to be objectified and humilated.  He loves the thought of letting the world know about his cuckolding passion!

Also, Seth has informed me that he plans to write his first entry into this blog in the next day or two.  I can’t wait to see what he will be discussing!

I wanted to spend some time reviewing how our relationship came to be and offer some background information and the like, so the next few posts from me will likely detail more in this context before I introduce you officially to my current boyfriend, Rob. I am not sure what Seth has in mind for his posts, but its likely some our writing will overlap at times.  I’d also like this blog to be a place to discuss dominant women, submissive men, BDSM and various topics pertaining to sexuality in general.  Needless to say, we are both excited to be sharing our journey with you.

I never thought of myself as the kind of woman who would be able to “cheat” on her spouse, much less learn how to cuckhold her husband.   I was raised in a strict household where family life is of utmost value and that honoring your spouse is key in establishing a solid, happy marriage.  My mother, bless her soul, was the type of wife and mother who put her families needs before her own, and was consequently resentful of this.  When I was a teenager, I once asked her if she was happy in her marriage and with the choices she has made.  Her response to me was:

“Olivia, a woman’s happiness comes from making certain her family is well cared for.   All of her choices are made with her husband’s happiness as a priority”

I then asked her if she ever thought there were things that she might want to do but held back because they wouldn’t fit into that scheme of thinking.  She told me that as a wife, the husband’s word was always “final”.

That never did sit very well with me.

Probably because of her archaic way of thinking and existing in the world, I made it a point to be almost the opposite kind of female.   I felt it was my duty to rebel against this chauvenistic upbringing and drove my parents crazy for years, as they wondered when I would just settle down.   They could never understand why I wanted to pursue higher education and a career, since I would just eventually get married and stay at home taking care of my husband and family.

Yeah, right!

I dated casually before I met my husband, and there was only one semi-serious relationship prior to when we became involved.  In some ways, I think I put my sexual growth on hold because I wanted to establish myself in my chosen career path: medicine.   I wanted to be the best at what I felt most passionate about and worked tirelessly to get there.  Seth and I married when we were in our early 20’s, but I was so busy with finishing med school, clincial rotations and landing an ideal residency, that I never got around to thinking about what might be lacking in our sex life.

Don’t misunderstand, sex with Seth has generally been pretty good.  On the other hand, I really didn’t have much to compare it to.  I had only one lover before Seth, and while Seth was certainly more skilled, things between us were basically rather vanilla.  While I was focusing on my job full time, I never saw any reason to think there might be something more that I was craving deep down inside.

People have always told me I am an attractive woman.  For most of my 20’s and shortly thereafter, I never paid much attention to my appearance.  I have always presented as fit and healthy, but I never spent exorbitant amounts of energy or time on my hair, make up or clothing.  I used to think my girlfriends were crazy for spending hundreds of dollars to get their hair styled, colored, highlighted, etc.  A few years ago, I joked with one married friend of mine, Melissa, who was in the salon weekly–touching up her tawny highlights, getting manicures, pedicures, massages, tanning…not to mention the crazy bills she charged up at Victoria’s Secret.  I said something to Melissa, like, “Hey, don’t you think Jeff (her spouse) is already smitten enough with you?” 

Melissa then confided to me that her vain efforts had nothing to do with her husband Jeff.  She was investing in her appearance for her lover. 

She had been “dating” another man for over a year and explained that her marriage had only benefitted from her extramarital activities. 

“So, Jeff knows about your boyfriend?” I asked her.

Melissa smirked at me and replied, “Knows?  Honey, Jeff was the one who picked him out for me!”

And this was the way my education in the art of cuckoldry had begun.

I decided to begin a chronicle of the experience of a married cuckold relationship.  Cuckoldry is certainly a taboo topic, though one that can be experienced and understood on many levels.  While it may not be for everyone, a cuckold approach to a relationship has essentially become the thing that has saved my own marriage.

Seth and I have been married for fifteen years; in fact, we just celebrated our anniversary at the end of the December.  We met when we were still in college and I have been with Seth since I was twenty years old.  Prior to dating and becoming involved with him, I had only been sexually intimate with one other man.  Over the years, we have been through the typical ups and downs, as is common in any long term relationship.  There is no doubt that Seth is my very best friend in the world, and I am his as well.  We have always been an open-minded couple and certainly have done our share of “experimenting” in the bedroom to keep our relationship new and exciting.

Yet, nothing could have prepared either of us for what would manifest when we started enaging in a cuckhold marriage!  Over the last three years, Seth and I have come to an understanding and a mutual agreement:  I can have sex with any other man I see fit as long as I tell him about it or include him in the scenario.  Ours is not an “open” relationship, per se, as I am the only one who is allowed to bring other partners into our sex life.  Seth is completely satisifed with this arrangement and confessed he would not have it any other way. 

As one might imagine, there are many fascinating situations that arise in our relationship.  And so, this will be the place where he and I will do our best to relay and inform of our experiences, thoughts, desires and dreams.  Perhaps our way is not the norm, but we ask that you suspend judgement when you visit our journal.  Allow us to be your guides on this journey of intense sexual pleasures, an exploration of deviant desires and fetishes, eroticism and shared insights and awakenings.