When I was a young, naive, immature man or maybe I should say boy, I was engaged to be married to a very beautiful, sexual, voluptuous, full figured girl. She had full puffy lips, large rounded breasts, curvy hips with full rounded buttocks. I introduced her to my boss. He was an old wise man and she must have made an impression on him because a couple of days after meeting her, he was still thinking of her and he said to me," You know Jack, your girlfriend is a very beautiful and very sexual girl. When you're married and you make love to her, I suggest that you get a couple of men to help you out." Then he laughed a little.
I smiled back at him, not really knowing what he was trying to say but now looking back, I can see that he knew she was too much woman for me.
It was after a year into our marriage when it became evident, that I was not meeting my wife's sexual needs, so, against my objections and protests, my wife made me her Cuckold.
No one told me that I had been made a cuckold but rather I very quickly came to realize it. The first sign was my wife avoided sex with me. She kept her body covered from me and away from me. At night when getting into bed, she would first, turn out the light, then take off her robe so I could not see her naked body.
Even though we had not had sex in a long time, she would put me off, saying that she was too tired. Laying in the dark, on her side, facing away from me, she would pretend to be sleeping as she listened to the rhythmic, squishy sounds of her husband masturbating. Then she would feel the bed softly vibrate as her husband climaxed. She could now drift off to sleep knowing that he would not be bothering her.
After a while, she found that it was much easier for her to just masturbate me and that would put me into a deep sleep, leaving me satisfied for a week or two.
She always has to maintain the chaste, devoted wife image. Every Sunday morning, she is in church receiving communion. She has no guilt about her infidelities, in fact, she feels it is her God given right to take a lover whenever she wants but when it comes to me, she demands absolute fidelity. She has threatened me with death if I was ever unfaithful and I know that she means it.
When I'm in the company of a man who has cuckold me, it is the most emasculating and humiliating experience I have ever felt. No matter how many times it happens to me, I can never get use to it. He embarrasses me and makes me feel so inadequate, so ashamed, so helpless, and worthless. He strips me of my manhood, leaving me feminized with homosexual feelings.
On top of that, there is the anxiety of knowing that he is bragging to his friends about fucking my wife. Telling them what a good fuck she is. Men who take other men's wives are egotistical and they have to brag about their conquests.
Do my friends know? I only have to walk into a room filled with them and everyone falls silent. My friends, men and women, don't know what to say to me. They begin talking to me and treating me like I'm a woman. That's just the way it feels when you're emasculated.
Now my wife can go for about eight or nine months without a boyfriend and our marriage is happy and normal like any other married couple. Then after about eight or nine months, my wife will start to get annoyed and critical of me. I notice that she begins to get very sexual, in her actions and her dress. When she avoids having sexual relations with me, preferring to masturbate me instead, then I know, she has probably taken a lover.
Another tell tail sign that she has taken a lover is the way she talks to me. She will become very considerate of me, so much so, that she will talk to me like I was her little boy. This is usually after she has returned to me after being with her lover. It's almost like she is saying, "Oh, I know Mommy's little boy doesn't want to be a Cuckold but this is the way it has to be. Mommy knows was best for you and it's good for our marriage. It makes Mommy so very happy that you are her Cuckold."
When I anticipate that a man is going to fuck my wife, I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I become depressed and filled with anxiety. I know that she wants him and I want her to be happy so there is nothing I can do to prevent it. I'll think of him fucking her and I'll get an erection. Even though I'm in an aroused state, there is that awful feeling of dread. I know that it's wrong, another man should not be fucking my wife but I can't help myself. The thought of him fucking her causes me to become very aroused, I then masturbate which leaves me feeling ashamed and submissive.
Unlike me, my wife is an extrovert and she seeks out men who are aggressive extroverts. Men who know what they want and will take her roughly, while I am gentle, timid and passive.
She prefers to have long term relationships with her boyfriends, like a year or two, meeting them on a regular basis. While she is in a relationship, her vagina is off limits to me. It belongs to her boyfriend and I am not permitted in any way to have sexual intercourse with her. She doesn't want to feel like she is cheating on her lover by having sex with me which adds to my anxiety.
During these times, my wife will say, "Oh Honey, we can't have intercourse, I have that yeast infection again. Give me the vaseline and I'll take care of you."
All the while that she is masturbating me, she is whispering in my ear, telling me how much she loves me. That she is faithful to me and I have no right to accuse her of infidelity because I have no proof. After she has brought me to climax, I become calm and passive for a week or two.
Unlike sexual intercourse, where after I climax, a few minutes later, I get another erection. Her hand jobs leave me so completely drained and sexually gratified, that I will not get another erection for a week or two. I know the effects are psychological and not physical. Each time that she masturbates me, it leaves me feeling emasculated. I know I shouldn't allow her to do this to me but I cannot help myself.
It was about fifteen years after she had made me her Cuckold that this incident happened. It was Labor Day and we were at a summers-end cocktail party. I heard my wife's laugh, looking across the garden, I saw her laughing at a strangers joke. She had her hand on his shoulder as she was laughing and it gave me a jealous feeling. I don't know why but I get jealous when I see her laughing with another man.
He was tall, trim and handsome. He looked to be a couple of years younger than my wife. She was standing against him and he was slowly rubbing his hand up and down her back as he was talking to her. They seemed to be very friendly. I could tell that he was very interested in my wife as he had lust written all over his face. After all she was only thirty two, very sexual, voluptuous and always came across to men as being very available. When she wants to, she can give a man the impression that she needs to be fucked.
She saw me and beckoned me to her. As I got near, she said to him, "David, this is my husband Jack."
Even though I was now standing in front of them, he continued feeling her back like he owned her. He seemed arrogant and he completely disregarded my being there. He treated me like he knew my wife was sexually starved and that I could never keep up with her sexual needs. Some men just naturally know when a woman is not being sexually satisfied. I'm sure in the short time that they were together, my wife gave him all the signs he needed to know, that she was available.
"How do you do, David?"
"Honey! Dave is a tennis player and he invited me to play with him on Friday. Would you please get me another wine? Maybe Dave would like another one too."
"Yes! If you don't mind Jack?"
"Two white wines, coming up." As I turned to go I heard him say to my wife, "I hope your husband doesn't mind that I asked you to play tennis?"
"No. No, don't worry about him. He's harmless. He will do whatever I say."
That night we were getting into bed and she had been going on and on, talking about this new guy, so I asked her,"Who is this guy?"
