Transformation into the cuckold stereotype

I was lucky enough to enter this lifestyle at the young age of 21 with my girlfriend who would soon become my wife. She enjoyed the liberating freedom of being able to openly enjoy and encourage the sexual interest of many men, and really enjoyed the attention. It made her feel sexy and desirable. On those occasions where she would experience a strong sexual attraction to an interested male, she learned that I would not only be okay with her taking things as far as she wanted, she knew I would be thrilled and unbelievably sexually aroused at just the thought of her spreading for another man. Starting this lifestyle at a young age also has the extra benefit of the woman being at the peak of her sexual attractiveness, and possessing the level of horniness that goes hand-in-hand with youth. Diane not only thrived on the attention and validation of other men, she also enjoyed the naughtiness and novelty of having sex with a stranger. She also considered a man’s ejaculation to be undeniable evidence that he found her sexually appealing. Fortunately these were the days before AIDS was a concern, so her trysts were always bareback. We got married soon after when we were both 22.   I am a very gregarious and outgoing person, the kind of guy that not only doesn’t mind public speaking, but looks forward to it. I am considered by others in my regular life as an alpha male. But when I would get in sexual situations with my wife interacting with other men, I would find myself shy, embarrassed, and totally tongue-tied. For example we would be at a hotel lounge and I would get up from the table to buy us some drinks, taking my time, hoping that some guy would come up and ask her to dance. She would almost always accept the invitation, she loves to dance and is great at it. I, on the other hand, am one of those husbands that feels like an idiot on the dance floor and hates to do it. By the time the dance was over I would already be back at the table. If  she found the guy interesting she would invite him to sit down with us, if not, other interested males would have noticed that the sexy girl at the table is accepting dance invitations from men, and the guy sitting with her doesn’t seem to mind. Eventually she would find someone she was attracted to and invite him to sit at our table, introduce us, and explain how much she loves dancing, and how much her husband hates doing it. I would basically be pretty quiet while my wife would start flirting. Inevitably he would ask if I minded in taking her out on the dance floor again. I would tell him that it would be my pleasure, (Little did he know how much), and that I enjoyed watching her out on the dance floor. Of course as the night would go on and the drinking would continue, the sexual flirting would get progressively more blatant, and the dancing more “hands-on”. The guy would realize that the husband was fine with it, and eventually I would witness them locked in a long kiss as they grinded against each other during a slow dance out on the dance floor. When they would come back to the table I would give him a dumb smile, not knowing what to say or how to act, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable yet simultaneously extremely aroused, my hands shaking and my face burning with adrenaline. Eventually towards the end of the night I would excuse myself feigning a headache, telling my wife I was wanting to go back up to the room. She would ask “Do you mind if I stay down here and dance a little more?” Of course I would say, “No I don’t mind at all, I’ll see you back up at the room.” This of course gave the other guy the opportunity and the unspoken permission to take Diane back up to his room for sex.   As time went on, I started to skip the uncomfortable part and just go into the bar 15 minutes before my wife and find a dark corner to surreptitiously witness her naughty interactions with strangers throughout the night. On more than one occasion I have watched her walk hand-in-hand out of the lounge with a stranger, and on one occasion, followed at a distance and was able to see them kissing in an elevator just as the doors closed, and the elevator didn’t stop on the floor that our room was on!      After our daughter was born, I stayed home babysitting, and encouraged my wife to go out on weekends a couple of times a month, either with a girlfriend, or alone, for some drinks and dancing. While she was out, and after my daughter was put to bed, I would literally rub my cock raw, wondering what my wife was up to at that moment. Diane had fairly high standards and definitely wouldn’t get fucked every time out, but would usually come home with details about her at least getting kissed, groped, or rubbing some guys cock through his pants. I would usually be in bed when she came through the door, and as she would slip under the covers, she would whisper in my ear “I have a naughty story for you”. At this point in our marriage I knew from experience and conversations that by the time she would get home she would be a little drunk, very tired, and definitely not interested in sex. She just wanted to sleep.    Back in those days there was no Internet, I didn’t know what a cuckold was, and had no idea of any experiences other cuckold’s had with their wives.   Looking back I realize that this was my first experience with “Denial”. I  knew the next morning she would disclose all the naughty details of the night before while administering a slow hand job.        During our early days, I would basically consider myself in sexual competition with these other guys. I have an average sized penis, and even though I’ve always been slightly quick to cum, I worked hard to give my wife the best fucking possible, and she acknowledged that I was better than most of the other guys she had during our marriage up to that point. Then again, she confessed that some were “better”, a few, “a lot better”, and, at two different points in our marriage admitted that she had just gotten “the best fucking of her life!”   As time went on, I realized that it was far more satisfying and exciting to hear the next morning that the guy she was with was “much better” than I was, as opposed to “not as good”.  I also found that each year, my ejaculations were harder to control and I always seemed to be on the edge of orgasm due to the excitement of our sexual situation. It seemed that my “fuck rating” compared to other guys had slipped to slightly below average, as I unknowingly continue to slip into the cuckold role. When we were 30, after Diane told me that her boss was flirting with her, I encouraged her to flirt back. This soon developed into an intense affair. Dianes boss had no idea that I was aware, he assumed that Diane was cheating on me. One morning just as we were about to have sex, My wife mentioned that her boss would be taking her to his friends apartment later that afternoon. The thought of those words were still fresh in my mind when I entered her, and I found myself unable to keep from ejaculating after only a few strokes inside of her. Diane laughed and said “Don’t worry, Gary will take care of me this afternoon”. Later that morning I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said, I got an erection as I thought about how much of a better fucking he would be giving my wife compared to what I had given her that morning. The next time we had sex I found myself thinking about this and didn’t try to hold back at all as my orgasm quickly enveloped me. Again I couldn’t stop thinking about how Gary would be so much better in comparison in my wife’s eyes, and decided that the next time we had sex I would try my best to ejaculate as soon as I possibly could, something I did so well, it caused my wife to comment, “that isn’t even worth the mess!”  From that point on, any time we had sex, I would try to cum as quickly as possible, unwittingly training myself to become an “inadequate lover”.              About a month into the affair, Diane informed me that she and Gary had developed a “romantic bond”, but assured me that she still loved me and was committed to our relationship. This was the first time I had developed true jealousy regarding any of Diane’s activities and I found the severe angst to be both exciting and scary at the same time. It was a roller coaster of emotions for me, most the time I was in the state of intense lust thinking about how my wife had so completely given herself to her lover. On the other hand, I would sometimes feel quite depressed thinking about how my wife had given herself so completely to her lover. The worst time was after orgasm in my refractory period when my horniness level would be depleted to zero. Diane quickly realized that after I would cum, I would be depressed, grouchy, and basically not fun to be around. She soon learned not to let me orgasm until just before she was leaving the house. She later realized that as the time between orgasms increased, so would my level of horniness, making things better both for our relationship, and my own happiness. She discussed this with me, and I had to admit I did feel a lot less angst as the time between orgasms was lengthened. We agreed that she would give me a hand job every Monday morning before going to work. This way I would be at my peak of horniness during the weekends when we spent the most time together. I also agreed that if I “jacked off” this would ruin the whole process and promise not to make myself cum, although I was allowed to play with myself is much as I wanted to keep my horniness level at its peak. (It would be many years before I heard the term “edging”). I remember at the time thinking that a week was so long to go without cumming. By the time the weekends came around my balls would be aching for release. I continued to try and ejaculate as quickly as possible, and at this point it was amazingly easy to do. Diane seemed amused that I would sometimes even ejaculate while still flaccid. (Something I now do all the time at my monthly milking)   It’s funny how we slipped into “denial” so organically. We had never heard about it, or read about it before, it just was the natural and logical thing to do in our situation. It’s also funny to me now that I thought one week was a long time without orgasm.

By the time my wife’s eight-month affair with her boss ended, I had pretty much fully transformed myself into an inadequate lover to my wife as far as intercourse goes. Without discussing it, we kept up the ritual of weekly Monday morning hand jobs, and I understood she expected me not to give myself an orgasm during the week. Intercourse was now basically relegated to other men, and my sex organ was now my tongue. I have also found that my penis is now quite tiny in the flaccid state compared to how it used to be when I was younger. In my younger days I would have no concern about how my flaccid penis would compared to other men, it would be just fine but now I sport a little “button” that Diane now teases me about. I’m assuming that it’s that way from not being “stretched out” very often due to lack of, and need for, erections.  

Nowadays with the Internet, there’s a mountain of information on this lifestyle. You can read about or chat with other cuckold’s to see what they are, into and how they got there. This website is a wealth of guides and information. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to go on this site with Diane when we were both 22, or how easy it would have been to hook up with an older, dominant bull over the Internet. I guess it all comes down to nature, that’s probably why Diane and I naturally and unwittingly transformed into the cuckold marriage stereotype. I also think some guys might find it interesting how you can train yourself into becoming and inadequate lover to your wife. Just be careful what you wish for! Once you are that guy, I think it would be extremely hard if not impossible to go back!