Accidental CuckoldressJanuary 5, 2011
I am a cuckoldress because my husband makes me one. I am a cuckoldress because my husband sexuality stems from being submissive, being humilated, used and “cheated on”. CH is admirable true to himself. He knows what he likes and what he wants and he lives authentically. He likes, he needs, to be cuckolded and he married someone who likes, needs, to have sex with other people. Win-Win situation right?
Except it can be frustrating to meet someone I can’t wait to knock boots with and then have to include CH. I have to adapt my extracurricular sex life to this new lifestyle. Even if it’s just in small ways (pun intended) like locking him up before I go out or telling him about it when I get back.
This also is why I am a cuckoldress. I would be fucking other men regardless if CH accepted it or not. When I do it generally has nothing to do with my marriage. Just me. I am gloriously selfish and demanding when it comes to my sex. This is where CH is truly cuckolded, is he not?
I am finally coming to terms with my place in this kink. I began this relationship knowing that my husband was kinky and an amazing fuck. We did everything; spankings, bondage, strap-on, wrestling, flogging etc. I knew I could count on him to work me over if I needed it. Now, well, now he’s locked up when we go out which is ironic because he usually has the most beautiful cock in the room. Oh, the lost cause lol
So now I’m a cuckoldress not just because my husband is a self-identified cuckold, not just because I sleep around regardless of his feelings but also by choice.
Coming to terms with this lifestyle has been trying at times but nowhere as near as difficult as trying to find a “bull” that I actually feel comfortable with. The search continues though, wish me luck!