I think a lot of you kindred spirits that are into the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle or those enjoying the thought of it can relate to that I’ve struggled with being a cuck almost from the beginning of our adventure. Fantasy meets brick wall of reality.
As I hope is evident from a post I made on a popular chastity forum recently, regarding spending some time facing a wall, I have found a new place of happiness, tranquility of joy for that is what I felt. Joy for Her, and all She was experiencing because she’s everything to me and she deserves no less. Joy for Me (yes Capital because I’m so proud of myself!!), for being able to shuck those shackles of fragile male ego and embrace the unencumbered freedom of submitting to her pleasure.
Lets cover a couple basics that for me at least, and perhaps my bad, but they were not forefront on my mind when we started all this.
He is likely going to have a very large cock. One that despite your best day, is gonna trump it every time.
He is going to be a champion of fucking.
He can fuck your wife in front of you effortlessly and with extreme vigour while you watch. For a really long time (sometimes an obscenely, to me, long time) and cum wherever they agree, multiple times.
Take your best endurance time, and best performance, look at it one last time, then toss it out the window. You won’t be needing that now.
You are going to see the woman you love, your lover, losing herself in anothers arms. She will say things, and do oh so many naughty things, all while you watch. Her choosing another. While you remain locked.
When as a cuck, I finally let go of my negative insecurities that were holding me back, I reached something. As I felt the welcoming embrace of my girl, sharing her moment of bull fucking pleasure with me, as I felt her loving me for sharing it with her, I felt complete.
For me, it’s been one hell of a head trip. Big time at times. Like train f’n wreck at times, but I think if both parties can communicate, and show empathy towards the others viewpoint and experience, it can work well.
We’re so not done figuring this out, nor ourselves. I’m not sure that journey ever ends, neither the pitfalls or joyous celebrations. I only know that I’ve learned to be relaxed.
I want to be the cool guy at the party.
I want to have fun, and watch my Lady have the fucking time of her life.