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Yes I have: around 2019 while we had our bull at our cabin in the summer he suggested that rather than lounging on our deck in swim trunks that it would be better if I wore a bikini. I was horrified at first but my wife laughed at the idea that I'd wear panties but not want to wear bikini bottoms because they were practically the same thing. Of course, he wanted me to wear the top too, and I did. I have four bikinis now. There were two other outfits he came up with around the same time; because we normally got together over holiday long weekends. One Christmas he gifted me a "Sexy Mrs. Clause" costume to wear on Christmas Day, which I did - and on the Easter Long weekend that followed he got me a bunny costume (like a playboy bunny) and I spent a humiliating Easter Sunday wearing that.

Around 2017 my wife began having me wear her panties from time to time, but neither of us were happy with the arrangement as they were really too small for me to wear on a practical level and by the same token, I was stretching them out for her. So she started to buy me my own pairs that would fit me, and for a few years I would wear them on nights she had a date or whenever she wanted to give me a little dose of humiliation. By 2020 however she'd slowly bought me enough pairs that one day she and her bull realized that I had a whole drawer full of my own panties and she decided there was really no need for me to have any boxer shorts.

I'm a cuck not a bull but we have a very long term bull who my wife started seeing in 2016. My wife has slept with a great many men since we got married 14 years ago, but this one is the only true "bull" who has emphasized participation and who requires my humiliation. Despite how that sounds, I would describe us as good friends and we have had many conversations over the years outside of the bedroom where we have discussed the "philosophy" of cuckolding if you will. His point seems to be: having sex with any hot woman is fun, but bagging a married woman gives him the additional thrill of subjugating and humiliating her husband in the process. He views it as a kind of light-hearted bullying if you will. He loves to order me dressed in women's lingerie and never misses an opportunity to remind me that I eat a steady diet of his cum out of my wife's pussy. I've mentioned before the story of King Edward VII who thoroughly enjoyed the "sport" of cuckolding many of London's high society men. Of course, being cuckolded by the King meant you really had little recourse but to suffer the humiliation with as brave a face as one could muster. The King's personal aide once asked him why he always referred to his favourite mistress, Alice Keppel as "Mrs. Keppel" even in private situations. The King answered that he referred to her by her married name because "the cuckolding of George (her husband) is all part of the fun."

I certainly understand (and respect) your point of view here, Sir. Let me offer for sake of argument though: how does a bull treat a "classic cuckold" - i.e. in the circumstances where there isn't a contract - where in fact the cuckold may even object to being cuckolded, but is powerless to do anything about it. I have lived through the circumstance where I discovered I was being cuckolded without my consent, and for a litany of reasons, chose to remain in the relationship. In my case, the bull treated me with a sort of arrogant indifference, but I wonder if you would be so bold as to propose a contract to a cuckold under these circumstances? In that initial case, I had never even contemplated a cuckold fetish before and it's something that grew as a result of my circumstances. I think looking back that if he had proposed a "contract" I may well have accepted it. My girlfriend at that time did eventually lay out the terms by which she was going to continue to date, and I did accept them, although I had no "contract" (and only passing interaction) with the bull. Is that a thought for discussion?

Thought I would share with whomever may be interested that my wife and I will be spending the weekend with her main bull, and this time my wife came up with an idea she thought would be fun. While shopping of a halloween costume she will be wearing to a halloween party with this same lover, she also thought it would be fun to buy me the stereotypical "French Maid Uniform" and has informed me that I will be wearing it this weekend - I never for a moment ever thought I'd fulfill this long-standing symbol of ultimate cuckold humiliation but finally, after 14 years in the lifestyle, it appears that I will. We went over the outfit last night and it will comprise the traditional black dress with white lace trim, a white-lace trimmed satin apron tied in the back, a silly little cap on a headband likewise trimmed with white lace, a white petticoat and white lace gloves which will be worn with a white lace bra and panty set and a black lace garter belt with black, lace-topped fishnet stockings. This may well end up being the most humiliating circumstance that my wife has ever requested of me. I have been crossdressed in front of my wife's lovers before, but to wear an outfit specifically designed to symbolize lower status as a servant will be a heady and serious humiliation indeed. Wish me luck.

Thought I would briefly share this based on an interaction I had with an impressive young man who was setting out to find himself an unfaithful partner. I was chatting with a young fellow who had a girlfriend that loved attending music festivals such as Coachella and Burning Man. I have never been to festival like that, but I am to understand that infidelity is unsurprisingly common at venues like this. The young man I was talking to didn't particularly enjoy music festivals but found himself dating a young woman who was a regular attendee. He had admitted his cuck fetish to her and she had helpfully offered to give it a trial run for him by coming to a mutual agreement that she would be free to be unfaithful to him at a music festival. So it began and that ended up evolving into a full-blown cuckold relationship which continued at home as well. I thought that was a brilliant way for young men in today's world to identify good possible cuckoldresses. A second thought for anyone who might be looking are alternative/goth-style communities. In my own younger days I had some success with this as well. I found that girls in the alt/goth community were often very interested in BDSM and anything that had a countercultural "shock value". In my 20's I met a goth girl who very much enjoyed the imbalance of the relationship and the domination of me; more importantly to her I think is that she enjoyed the approval she got from others in the goth scene at having created such an outrageous situation - of course, cuckolding was considerably less mainstream 20 years ago, so outrageous it was (and certainly, very humiliating for me.) I'm always happy to try and help, if I can, advise and assist the next generation of young cuckolds to get themselves cucked (and by extension, to assist the next generation of bulls to have access to our wives' and girlfriends' pussies.) Does anyone else have some great tips for aspiring cuckolds?

I'm sorry I didn't give you a reply earlier but I'm glad I came across your post. You've got a few different questions on the go here, but first off I would suggest you consider whether or not she showed you pics of other guys to make you jealous or to see if you got jealous. It might have been her way of trying to get you to express attraction for her. How did you respond when she started showing you these pictures? I can appreciate that you felt defeated and humiliated but that may or may not have been the response she was hoping to provoke. You need to take a brutally honest but objective self-inventory, and that isn't going to be easy to do if you're lacking confidence. You do remind me of me university relationship which set me on the path of cuckolding: I didn't know it at the time, but on the night of our second date I dropped her off at home, and being raised to be a gentleman I contented myself with just a peck on the cheek before I let her out. I was to find out much later that she was floored that I didn't "try anything" with her because if I had, I would have gotten it. Unsatisfied, she went inside and immediately phoned her ex who promptly came over and fucked her. It took me 9 months to find out she was being unfaithful, but once all was revealed I realized that I'd been cucked since our second date! 😱 Another note of caution - inquiring with her about getting home safe is not going to come off as an attractive quality. If you want to be this girls' bf you should almost have an air of not caring. Of course if you want to be a cuck you may be on the right track... Now why does the angst turn you on? Well my friend you may indeed be well suited to enjoy our fraternity of cucks. Again...you have to be really honest with yourself and ask yourself if you can handle it. It's not always easy. But if this is what you really want nothing else will ever be as hot.

My wife has never fucked around without my knowledge. The closest I could relate to you Peter is the one time - the one and only - where I begged her not to sleep with one guy specifically. I could see them flirting and knowing where that was headed I did just that one time remind her that I was totally content to let her sleep with whomever she pleased, just PLEASE not this one guy. She fucked him anyway. I wasn't happy about it, but I will say this - in retrospect it may be the time I felt the most, truly cuckolded. I objected to her infidelity in this one case and she decided on her own that I was just going to have to deal with it. She only saw him for a few weeks and there was some tension in our household when she did because I was not supportive of it (something I'm not proud of) but it was the closest I've experienced to being cuckolded in the classic English sense.

Just thought I would report a happy event to all - this past Monday my wife and I celebrated 14 years of marriage! Which means another milestone is coming up - my first cuckolding took place only 47 days later, on November 4th, 2009. This got me curious...what percentage of my marriage have I spent as a cuckold? I asked Google to tell me how many days it's been since September 18, 2009 and the answer is 5,115 days - wow! Then I asked Google how many days since November 4, 2009 - 5,068. OK, cool. Here's where it gets nerdy: if I divide the number of days I've spent married by the number of days since I've first been cuckolded, I get 99.08%. I've spent more than 99% of my married life being cuckolded! 🤘 My wife has been unfaithful to me for 99% of the time! 👱‍♀️ Other men have been fucking my wife through 99% of my marriage! 😱

Wow, DomBull I can't believe how much insight you have into the mind and experience of a cuck. That's honestly exactly what it's like. Especially the parts about the unexpected taking place - dates taking longer than you thought they would, etc. - you just never know what will happen and you must resist the urge to text her and interrupt her date. It might be off topic but you remind me of my first time being cuckolded in November of 2009; in that case she did not come home late because for her first affair partner she chose a co-worker and they had met at a hotel during lunch that day. I hadn't talked to her all day (its funny - texts are so much more ubiquitous now, but we didn't text as often then as we do now) - so all day long I had no idea whether she had gone through with it. All I knew was that she left that morning with very sexy underwear on and right before she left, she gave me one final opportunity to put on the brakes if I wanted to stop her. It almost felt as though she had hoped I would stop her and for a moment I contemplated it. She reminded me that whatever happened today would be "a bell that can't be unrung". I reassured her that I was very willing to have her go through with it so long as she wanted to. Once the door closed behind her I knew immediately that I was no longer in control of the situation. It must be what it's like when you are sent to prison and hear the cell door close on you. You are not in control anymore. At that point I really wasn't sure she would go through with it, but I knew there was at least a very good chance that she would. As true to the definition of a "cuckold" in its most classic sense, it was now completely up to her whether or not she was going to make me wear the horns of the cuckold; to condemn me to a lifetime of humiliation. I got home first that day. My heart leapt when I heard her opening the door - and when she walked through it we just looked at each other - her still standing in the doorway. Her searching my face for my reaction and me trying to figure out just by looking at her whether or not anything had happened. We held each other's stare for probably 10 seconds although it felt much longer. She finally broke the silence by telling me simply that I was now a cuckold. That was 14 years ago this November and I have been cuckolded many, many, many times since!

Every time a wife gets laid, a cuckold gets his horns. Congratulations, and welcome to our fraternity. Among our ranks have been generations worth of noblemen, generals, explorers, captains of industry, entertainers and plenty of ordinary men too. From Chaucer's the Miller's Tale to Moliere's Georges Dandin, our role in history has been well chronicled and today you join this historical tradition. I caution you that it is a route filled with ups and downs, but it is an erotic and satisfying journey to travel. I sincerely hope you will enjoy it.

Great question, sir. In our case I have never paid for any of my wife's dates but neither really would I have to. My wife makes three times what I make and so she's never asked me to and I doubt if she ever would. Her current lover she met at a private club to which she belongs for business reasons, and he makes substantially more even than her. He owns a boat and often their "dates" will be spent on his boat. On the other hand - I have invested some time when it comes to the pedicures: I learned some time ago how to give my wife a great pedicure (there are many helpful videos on YouTube) and usually it will be my job to prepare and paint her toenails prior to her going on a date (usually the night before). I have come to take great pride in this task: my way of contributing to my own humiliation. That all being said, if for whatever reason my wife did ask me to pay for a date she was on, I would be very happy to do so.

Picking up where we left off, I have to agree again with the OP, DomBull4u that I'm surprised that this thread hasn't generated more feedback. I see I was the last to post on it, some 8 months ago now! I actually came looking for it because of something that happened on the weekend. My wife was away at a work convention last week and and came back Friday night. We saw her best friend on Saturday (who knows all about our lifestyle and approves of it) and she was asking how it went, and my wife's answer was "Well, it's a good thing he (me) doesn't mind wearing the horns." Just a small story - it's not even a story really - it's basically a line - but when her friend turned to me for my reaction, smiling ear to ear, it was hard not to feel a little bit humiliated at how openly my wife discusses with her friends her freedom to be unfaithful to me. In moments like this it almost seems like you can actually feel the weight of the "horns" on your head. Of course she then went on to discuss in detail her series of hook-ups with a young man from Quebec.

I stumbled across your thread and thought I'd chime in - I first got put in panties in 2017 on an occasional basis (i.e. when wife's bull would come over) but got pantied full-time in 2020. My wife took my boxer briefs down to the garbage on our way out to celebrate NYE 2019/2020! For the first few years I thought it was unfair to be "pantied" and I couldn't understand why it was so important to our bull. But it makes my wife feel better (knowing I don't want to take my pants off in front of other women) and my bull enjoys it as a kind of light-hearted bullying. I couldn't understand what gave him such a thrill about making me wear panties but in studying cuckoldry of old I think I finally made my peace with it. In medieval times people enjoyed making cuckolds wear "horns" as an outwardly, public sign of their humiliation. The meaning of which everyone knew. Even then people loved to gather together and delight in a cuckold's humiliation, it's as old as time. Now I think of wearing panties as being much like the way many cuckolds were forced to wear horns. Bulls and others enjoy our embarrassment and I think in the modern FemDom style of cuckoldry, making a cuckold wear women's panties is really just a modern day way of expressing the same thing. In a way it's almost like carrying on a tradition. I wear panties every day now and I don't mind it at all anymore. Many pairs are actually very comfortable.

My wife isn't a corporate wife per se but she is a very, very successful real estate agent who made approximately $300,000 last year - certainly much, much more than I. This has created a few situations - namely her office parties and events at the exclusive club she joined - where it certainly *feels* like I am being sized up by others as her beta, cuckolded husband. She has slept with co-workers, clients and two other members of her club, so at all of these events there are certainly others who know for a fact that she has cuckolded me, although I have no way of knowing who knows and who doesn't.