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The diversity of the cuckold fetish/kink has truly morphed from the original definition (literally a wife cheating on her knowing husband). I do not get into arguments on the differences as each couple has to define what fit's their fantasy's and desires. As I have stated in previous posts J and I lived a lifestyle of our choice and that fit our needs. One thing we always agreed on, she/we would not ever entertain a married man (or woman for that matter) unless the other SO was aware and permitted the activity. While we may have been questioned about our morality, we did have ethics, lol. As a couple we had been in kind of a holding pattern, our longtime friend's R and S were taking a hiatus dealing with family health issues, our last child had just flown the coop and J and I were facing that change in life. While we had so much in common, her need for intellectual depth was something I just could not meet. By this I mean her desire and almost need to tackle everything on an intellectual level, investigating the origins and history. I could appreciate art and classical music, but damned if I cared what every brush stroke or note might mean! For her though it was that discovery that made life more interesting, so she decided to join a weekly discussion group for those who enjoyed such things. A few weeks into this group and it was apparent she had met a 'soul mate' type, a guy who shared her fascinations and love of culture. Soon they were going out for extended conversations over coffee and after trust was established more intimate details of their personal lives. A very common story emerged, married, one time a month sex, wife said he should get a gf, but did she really mean it? He was not going to cheat as he loved her, felt her shyness and conservative upbringing kept her from really experiencing life. Time went on and instead of shutting down their friendship, his wife became more intrigued and wanted to meet us. We invited them over for dinner and had a wonderful evening. As I started clearing the table Ann asked if she could help and we went to do dishes. In the kitchen this shy lady started asking all sorts of questions, I answered as directly could be, holding back some details afraid it might be to much. There was a genuine interest in the questions she asked, non-judgmental, kind of like a child finding the cookie jar, wanting to grab one, but afraid to get caught. I suggested she come over for lunch someday and we could talk more freely, she asked, 'soon', "sure", "tomorrow", 'sure". So began a friendship that perhaps has been the most fulfilling in my life and likely the same for all involved. Our talk the next (and subsequent) days showed how lonely and heartbroken Ann was. She loved her hub, but always felt inadequate in the BR and keeping up with the things that interested him. She came from a background where woman were to keep house, shut their mouth's and just be happy they had a man who kept them. She was genuinely happy raising her kids, but once they left home and her friendships dwindled because she was no longer involved, she began to close down and just shut herself into home activities. I felt so sad for her and suggested we do some things together, shop, groceries, etc. The more time we spent together I to felt like she was a soul mate, and as our relationship grew so did the trust and communication we shared. As her walls started coming down, she agreed that an intimate relationship between J and her husband was inevitable. We openly talked about 'cuck' fears, excitement, all the emotions, and finally the joy of being in love with someone you so deeply that you can trust their happiness to others as well. Eventually Charles and J did become lovers, and from what I could determine J had to teach him a lot about sex. This left Ann and I together many nights and J asked why I never moved forward with intimacy with her. Frankly I was afraid to mention it, I enjoyed her company so much I did not want to ruin it, but J told me Ann had mentioned to her and asked if I was open to it. Not soon after Charles and J planned a weekend away for some arts festival in a different city, Ann and I were just going to stay in our home, catch movies, play games, shop. When Charles and J were about to leave she handed me a card with a little gift wrapped box and said enjoy. Ann read the card while I unwrapped the box, inside the card was a note that said Ann 'owned me' for the weekend, worded lovingly and signed by both our mates. inside the box was the key to my chastity cage. Ann and I had more sex that weekend than we had in years past, lol. It took about 2 years to get to that point, and while sex was never the focus of our relationship, it became a beautiful expression of it. After the weekend I almost did not want to be locked up again, I was like a teenager again, yet I need that security blanket. When Ann came over for midweek brunch she had a key hanging from her necklace, the one J gave her was one she had made especially for her and she gave her 'all rights and entitlements" that came with it. This relationship lasted several years until J got sick and Charles retired and they moved to be closer to their grandchildren. I still keep in contact with them, though it seems their 'swing' days are over, they seem very happy and much in love.

Thanks for sharing, hope things work out and please keep us updated.

Just a perfect pic. I do not know why the ass (and asshole) worship kink is so strong in me. The thought of being asked (or told) to kiss and worship the most vulnerable and private part of the body is likely a part of it. She has a great backside and ahole.

One of my kinks is ass worship, this is a very worthy ass to worship..thanks for posting.

I have always laughed at the stereotype. Bottom line average penis is just over 5", average vagina depth around 4 to 4.5 ", that is simply design (or evolution). The fringe beyond that is individuals who are bigger, smaller, wider, thinner, blah blah. Then it comes to individual desires. My wife was on the 'less deep' end of the vagina. My 5 inch cock in the right position would pound her cervix (even after a couple of kids). She was never a size queen and did not really like cocks longer than 7 inch's..and those were hard for her to take. She had a couple of black lovers over the years, but that was more cultural as we were traveling and met the men in their countries.

I do not know the correct forum that this would fit, but since it involves cuckold lifestyle I will put it here. Backstory, I was never a 'manly man' growing up, but neither were my mannerisms or talk considered effeminate, mostly just a regular guy. I was always submissive, being the youngest of 4 boys my mom's '' (she would only half jokingly say). So her influence on me was greater than my dad's and I spent a lot of time doing household things with her while by brother's all did the 'man' things with dad. Looking back it all seemed normal, even my brother's accepted it, never teased me and actually protected me from neighborhood bully's. In a way I was the sister they never had, almost the neighbor kids my age were girls who I played house and barbies with (at a young age), except for B, my best friend who actually became the first dominant male figure in my life, leading to me being his secret 'fag cum dump' all through middle and HS. That started when he came over to look at my bro's porn, we started JO'ing off, soon each other, and then I was sucking him off and he was fucking me. He never did anything to me, but never told anyone and again always protected me as his 'boy bitch'. Even when we started dating girls (and he was fucking them), he continued wanting my mouth and ass. This short paragraph to just set up the transition after I got married, and my wife and I decided to live a full FLR lifestyle. Even before the cucking started our (my wife and I) relationship seemed to always have a FLR component. Even before considering roles, J, though naturally submissive, always made the best choices and I naturally submitted to them. We never really talked about those roles before and after marriage, I loved to cook, do housework and she didn't, lol. She loved to her career, enjoyed the power of keeping the household finances, and giving me a budget to work with. While the roles were being more and more defined, we still operated under the no decision will be made thing without discussion, but always it came down to me trusting her and submitting to her decisions. You can see the influences my mother had on me, and gladly giving 'J' more and more control became as natural as turning on and off a light switch. There was really no kink involved, but these early things helped me evolve as we moved forward into full FLR mode. The kids came, and J felt it was important to have a parent home during those early formative years...guess who? She was still the mom..and I the dad, just different aspects and duties, against most social 'norms' at the time, but still growing acceptability. I share this because I feel it is important to understand the difference between living a FLR in realtime, Vs fantasy land. When we started to explore and dabble in kink, we never wanted to involve the children in these life choices. Being a 'sissy', you know the full blown dress in a French maid outfit would be hard enough on the kids at home, but definitely social problems for them outside the home, besides it is not fair or right to include them in your life choices, at least to that extent. So balancing 'who; we were, and how we felt we wanted to explore and live those boundaries required a lot of thought and planning. Now moving forward. Full transitioning. With the thought of the last sentence in mind, we also felt that accepting ourselves, living our true lives and showing our children being true to yourself is more important than living a lie. This dies not mean we went into full freak mode, had other men over..no no no. However, dad had been hiding and denying who he really was, and there was no shame being 'softer', having haircuts, and wearing styles (that J chose and loved), that others might consider 'gay', having mannerisms that were 'fem'. My wife actually wanted this type of 'man', she saw it in me when we were first dating and this was part of the attraction. A lot of it had been lost, and we went on the search to find it again. The kids were actually young enough that they would not actually realize the transformation, because we did not have a huge social circle, and our new found friends were also living the lifestyle, made it easier. Our mentor advised me (and J), that the process should be done deliberately, slowly, and long term. Inside and outside of the home our kids knew we had a 'different' style of living, but to them it was just normal. Dad went to all the PTA meetings, provided snacks for the special events (with other mom's), became very close friends with some of the mom's (who thought I was gay..no just sissy bi), and we had a very happy household. My son more or less followed in my footsteps, married a very strong woman and looks very much like a FLR household. While in college our was very much into experimentation, one day outright asked her mom and I if I was cucked, lmao. After the shock wore off we were able to talk quite openly about our life choices. She told us that some of the guys she had dated were asking her about cucking..seems to be a very growing fetish, and life her mom did with, she also cuck's her man.

In my opening thread I shared how my wife and I got into this lifestyle, while more details and stories will likely emerge in my memory (and be shared), there are certain times that tend to be as fresh as the day they happened. This event occurred about 3 months after first meeting (and continuing0 our mentorship with Steve. During those first few weeks he wanted us to expand out horizons and we had many conversations on where we wanted this to go, not only sexually, but living the life as well. One of Steve's passions was bringing out the deepest and darkest secrets and fantasies in those under him, then slowly working them into scenes to help determine just who the person really was, and live life to their fullest potential. He really practiced what he believed and took great satisfaction working with those that wanted to learn and grow as well. A few weeks after out first encounter, Steve invited us over for an evening 'meet and greet'. This was a 'non-scene' evening, just a time in a relaxed environment to meet another couple (whom he also mentored) and discuss experiences, desires, fantasies. My wife J and I were greatly surprised at just how at ease we felt when meeting Rob and Sue. When we entered the home I noticed Rob was already naked and J reminded me that this was a requirement for me as well. Stripping down I was kind of embarrassed, but quickly felt as ease and just assumed my place on the floor next to my wife, Rob next to his, and Steve in the middle. The evening was informative and enjoyable. We openly discussed our past experiences and what we hoped to achieve through continuing in the lifestyle, not only sexually but also in our individual relationships with our mates. As the evening progressed Sue moved closer and closer to J (and she did not mind), eventually holding hands and asking her to dance. This was planned in advance by Steve and he lowered the lights. We watched as the wives danced slowly, and Sue wooed J with small whispers and kisses, eventually leading to a most exotic deep and slow kiss. The evening ended with plans to get together again the next night, but this time expectations were to experiment and put into practice some of the things we had discussed. Things were moving so quickly, yet J was very on board and told me she had no reservations. I on the other hand felt like I was losing my wife and everything I had 'wished for' was now coming to haunt me. The emotions were all over the place, I was seeing J more fulfilled and excited, yet I was like a frightened puppy. The next evening started much like the previous, except when we entered his home Steve immediately told the wives to unlock us and then told Rob and I to take a quick shower together. Awkward yes, but we obeyed. We were told to stand at the stair landing till called. About 30 mins later we were called down and all were naked, J sitting in the middle of the couch. Steve then informed Rob and I that yes we were Bi, but in reality we were closet fags and tonight we would begin that training. That eventually the only woman we would ever desire, look at and have any attraction to would be our wives, he would bring out the 'cock lover' out of us and our sexually destiny would finally come to fruition. he then proceeded to tell me I was probably the biggest hidden 'subfag' he had ever seen, and would always be the lowest in any group I was around. He really enjoyed this type of verbal domination and from the look of the wives they were enjoying it as well. He then told Rob my mouth and ass were going to become his playthings, but I was not going to have that same satisfaction. He then told me to hit my knees and start sucking Rob's cock, but Rob was not allowed to cum. Rob had a nice cock and it did not take me long to realize just how much Steve really knew what I really was. I glanced over at J and she had this look of total joy (Sue's hand on her clit did not hurt). Over the next 30 mins or so I sucked and edged Rob, who repeatedly had to push me back to keep from cumming. I glanced over and Sue was now going down on J and I almost lost it. Steve then told Rob my ass was his, I was lubed and penetrated and in just a few strokes Rob filled me up with weeks worth of his frustrated cum. To add to my insult Steve made me stand over a towel and put a tampex into my ass. We then watched as my wife J was made the centerpiece of the MFF. She was moaning and loving all the attention, and having many orgasms. After Steve had screwed both wives several times, and he saw both Rob and I were fully erect. He then asked Sue and J if it was OK for him to fuck J, both agreed. For the second time I saw another man enter my wife, helpless to do anything but stand and feel every emotion all over again. He lasted a lot longer in her than he did me, and J was really enjoying his cock (bigger than both Steve and I. I never did get to orgasm, put ice on my cock and balls and had to put the cage back on. When we got home my wife told me to strip and she unlocked the cage. She told me while I was not allowed to cum at Steve's, she controlled my cock and was going to let me get relief. As she lay on the bed naked she said first you need to clean me up. As I knelt before her the smell of sex and cum was overwhelming. I always loves the taste and smell of my wife, but this was different. I dove in and did my duty, and evidently she was enjoying it as she switched position and ground her pussy into my face. Finished, I got on top of her and was ready to plunge when she said, 'Stop, wait..we have a deal." She reminded me that for this year I agreed that I would only get to fuck her 3x, my BD, Christmas, and a freebie. She asked me if I wanted to use the freebie so soon into the year. I was so confused, yet J insisted that this is what I told her I wanted and expected her to keep the agreement. I so wanted to feel her vagina around my engorged cock, I wanted to unload into her. she knew how weak I was and calmly talked me down, then graciously and softly used her hand to bring me to climax. She took her cum drenched and fed me my own jizz, then told me to clean up and she again locked me in the cage. I have never felt so much rage, fear, hurt, and rejection..yet something was happening that I liked. J cuddled with me, held me and caressed me. I was sensing a change in her, a confidence, she was becoming the woman I had always dreamed of, she consoled me and soothed me. As I held her that night I realized we were beginning a journey. I found the deepest intimacies were far beyond sex. In the 30 years that followed our love deepened, our roles became more defined and she often told me that while she had many lovers, I was the love of her life.

Thanks for responding 2mikl. Yes we did continue the FLR marriage and she had several lovers over the years, both m and f. Ours was not the traditional cuck (or at least the fantasy version many like to 'hope' for). Our first (Steve) became our mentor and friend and we were with him several years. He enjoyed more of the BDSM lifestyle and brought us to a place and level where we felt more alive and comfortable in the lifestyle. J (my wife), was always submissive in her persona for most of her life, and yet enjoyed being the 'Queen" of the home. As a sub myself it was natural to fall into that role in the home and life. Steve hated labels, so he was never called 'Master' or 'Bull', yet in his domain there was no compromise as to who was in charge. Low key, yet definite roles and expectations. What worked for us was his ability to bring out our natural desires and train us to live joyfully in those roles. As stated in the first post we had begun exploring chastity and this became a permanent arrangement. In the 25 years I rarely had sex with my wife (BD, Christmas, and a 'freebie' I got to choose). Sometimes she would unlock me and play, and if she decided she wanted it would allow me to enter. She knew however I would likely cum as soon as I entered (or even before) and this was part of her 'fun' sadistic streak (which I lived for and adored). Perhaps more of those stories in the future. Steve had a couple of woman and men in the lifestyle (both cuck and BDSM) that he enjoyed being with and eventually we were brought into that fold. One couple in particular we bonded with, both bi and similar to our situation. My wife was not into becoming a 'slut', she really enjoyed relational aspects as well as the physical, so finding these friends was paramount in the success of our marriage and life happiness in our lifestyle choice. I will share more in depth in later posts, but Steve was her lover and mentor for the first 3 years or so, Sue (wife of the other couple) became her lifetime friend and lover, her hub Rob became a good friend of mine and we were expected (and allowed) to release our sexual tensions on each other. Seems like a strange dynamic but it worked..me being the total bottom for the group. Both J and Sue would continue their relationship until my wife's death 2 years ago, would at times just go away on holiday and enjoy each other, or have a fling with guys who were vetted through Rob and I. Sometimes we would accompany them, a couple of times a year they would just enjoy going out and being together. With her passing the key to my cage has been passed on to Sue. While I have no physical relational with her, I am very thankful she provides that dominant guidance I have relied on...plus she seems to know when I need that occasional spanking or other 'punishment' (more funishment) to get me through the day.

New here so I thought I would share how my wife and I started on the journey into the cuckold lifestyle. When we married my wife was a virgin and I was not overly experienced. I had several 'bi' encounters and she also had a 'bi' experience with a friend several times in the past. We both knew about these encounters and admitted we had enjoyed them, but were both set on each other as partners. After several years of marriage and a couple of kids things began to change. My wife (though beautiful to me) was never a 'looker' and rarely got glances by other men. She decided to try and lose some baby weight gain, work out and get healthy. Through this process she became very attractive all of a sudden. When she and I were out together I noticed men looking at her, turning heads at her now stunning ass in tight jeans. She seemed oblivious, but it got my juices and thoughts going. I started telling her how other men were looking at her, she just shrugged, but over time started teasing me about my jealousy. When she did she noticed I got a huge erection, and got a confused look on her face. This was the beginning of the internet age, so I started investigating different kinks and such and found cuckolding. I knew I was on to something for me, but doubted she would ever go for it, I also found I was far more bi than originally thought and began having fantasies. I trusted my wife implicitly, and our relationship was built on honesty, so I started sharing these fantasies with her. At first the was taken aback, but then shared how she to had looked at different woman and men and wondered...that opened a crack in the door. After a lot of conversation and fantasy play in bed, she started reading some of the sites I had visited and began to tease me about being a cuck. We would playfully banter, but I never thought it would go anywhere. Then one day my wife came home from work (she was a nurse) and told me of a younger male aide who kept looking at her and she noticed he had a hard on (something he likely did not try to hide from her). After she shared this she noticed I was hard as a rock, red faced, and yet breathing hard with excitement. She grabbed my hand, sat me down and tole me to explain to her every emotion and thought I was experiencing. I told her of the anger, jealousy, humiliation, fear, and yet total excitement of another man giving her sexual pleasure. She grabbed my hand again, took me to the bedroom, stripped and literally sat on my face, rubbing her wet pussy on me till she had a huge orgasm. She then went into the shower and refused to let me cum (she read this on some site). Thus begun our first steps into FLR and her completely controlling my sex life. Soon we moved into chastity and I was locked 24/7, only allowed to cum 1x a month through jacking off, yet her sexual appetite continually increased, I was orally and manually pleasing her at least 5x or more a week. she started experiencing multiple O's, and was finding her onw sexual being and the power behind it. Though cute, she knew she could not explore a relationship with the aide at work, and she was not quite ready to admit she wanted to screw another man. We agreed the best way to flirt was to go out to a bar or club, she would sit at the bar or alone in a booth and I would sit alone and watch and protect her. This went on for several weeks, she had plenty of suitors, most jerks, but one night a guy approached her and asked if he could buy her a drink and talk a bit. She agreed and I could tell she really liked this one. As they talked she motioned at me (later I found out she told him everything), and shared with him what we had been doing, and were not sure how far we wanted to take this. She accepted a date with him the next week at a dance club (he knew I would be in the shadows). At the club they danced a few numbers, sat and talked, then a slow dance started. I had never seen her so close to another man. He rubbed her back, then he gave her a slow passionate kiss (and she responded accordingly). He moved his had onto her ass and caressed it slowly, at this I knew the door was wide open and likely never going to close. After the dance she came to me and said we were going to his house for a nightcap. When we arrived it was like we entered a new dimension. Immediately he took charge, not in a bossy demanding way, just knew that we were in his domain and I was now a servant. He took her to the couch, pointed to the bar and said to make them drinks. As I started to walk over he said in a commanding voice, "cucks will always be naked in my house, and will learn how to serve or else." I looked startled, but took off my clothes and went to the bar. I poured some wine for the two of them and handed the glass to him first. he told me to trun around and bend over (I did), and he pulled his belt out and gave me to hard swats. "Woman, especially your wife will always be served first." I looked at my wife with shame, but she was just in total awe of the whole situation. He told me to go stand in the corner and watch as a real man made love to a woman. They started kissing, caressing and soon were naked. I watched as my bride willing gave herself to this man. She went down on him (something reserved for my BD), he slowly made love to her touching every area of her body. Finally he looked at me and told me he was going to enter my wife, but first he needed my saliva on his cock. He said this would seal in my mind that her pussy was now being fucked by a real man and I was only good to suck cocks from now on. The insanity going through my mind as I watched them, she was being fulfilled in ways I never could have dreamed. After several orgasms he finally came in her. He told her to lay back and order me to clean her out. She hesitated, but was so enthralled with the moment that she did as she was told. I hesitated as well, but he softened and told me he knew this is what I wanted, this is what I had dreamed of..and he was correct. My wife and I were silent in the car, but we both agreed to talk thoroughly about what had happened this evening before we went to bed. To shorten this long story, we both agreed this was something we wanted to pursue, the one thing that stands out was her reaction to me sucking cock, She was actually proud of me and it seemed like it was natural for me. She actually got excited and wanted to see me used more. The door was opened...and never to close.