Many readers on this site, judging by comments on my and other people's stories, appear to consider themselves expert on what does and doesn't constitute love. Many believe that it is not possible for a man or woman to be in love with their spouse and cheat on them, for one reason or another.
Those of that belief must lead a very sheltered life, my experience of a wide circle of friends is that 100%, some people (by no means all) who love their wives or husbands cheat, for various reasons, but almost all hope never to be discovered, not because it's convenient to have someone to go home to, but because they genuinely love their spouse. I've seen it often enough to have zero doubt as to the truth of that.
And so, to the story:
I regard this as a love story, and a sad one.
I'm putting it out right here that this is a cuckold story, cum will be eaten, some sucker may be humiliated, amongst other things. If you ignore this warning and read on, please do not then be moronic enough to make dumb comments about wimps, not real men and the usual claptrap. If that is you, don't bother reading.
That said, que sera sera, people will do what people will do. I have a theory about people who rain down fury on cum-eating cucks but lets leave that for now!
Written in UK English by a dyslexic, unedited and doubtless open to enormous criticism. I know it's a tough ask, but hopefully someone will enjoy it.
Chapter 1 -- How we became "Jane & her cuckold Jim."
Allow me to explain, Jane is the hottest hot wife you could imagine. She is about 5'6", perky 36Bs a narrow waist and narrow hips but a fully gorgeous ass, neither skinny nor fat, utterly delectable. I love to "delect" it, it's one of the great joys of my life rimming her ass and eating her pussy.
We've lived together for 5 years, married for 3, no kids yet, and things are good. We had a rough spell about a year into the marriage when Jane admitted she was still fucking other guys and had no intention of stopping.
Just like that, completely bluntly, she asked did I want a divorce, or could I live with it? It was really a straightforward take it or leave it situation, she had no intention of changing a thing she was doing. "Up to you Jim, let me know what you want to do when you make up your mind, just know that yes I do want to keep getting more cock but I love you and only you."
Fuck me sideways, not a question you expect to have to answer after a short period of wedded bliss. She'd made no effort to hide her fucking other people, never told me, "It's not what it looks like", in fact she said it was exactly what it looks like. Totally upfront about it, serious as a heart attack, she insisted she loved me, but she also loved fucking and was too young to give up variety.
I asked her why she had married me? She said for two reasons, one because she loved me and wanted to be with me for the long term, as in "til death us do part", secondly because she felt I could accept intellectually that her sex drive was bigger than mine and I was adult enough not to be a baby about her fucking other people. She didn't love them, she just loved fucking them.
Wow, that was a hell of a mouthful to take in, I asked her to repeat it so I could let it sink in. "I felt you could accept intellectually that my sex drive is bigger than yours and you are adult enough not to be a baby about me fucking other people" she repeated.
She said she had picked me to share her life with -- not in a conceited way that declared I should be honoured, just stating a fact - that I should be confident that she would always love me and that maybe in the future she'd give up the variety of cock or as close to it as she could manage, no promises.
She was being clear and honest. Would I have married her if I'd been clear on her intentions before doing the deed?
Well, my truthful answer is that I was head over heels in love with her after 2 years together, so the truth is that my decision may well have been the same as it is now, to try to live with it. So yes, after a day or two of internal debate, I decided, shit I love her, I'll try to see if I could live with it.
Yeah, I know, I can hear knives being sharpened, go ahead, I admit it I've become her cuckold. It sounds pretty simple; the reality is that ordering you life around 2 or 3 nights where she is otherwise engaged is a bastard.
At times, it seemed that her arrangements with her boys were more important, in fact there was little doubt about that, as I was often asked at short notice to rearrange my plans to take her somewhere. That was a source of tension between us, but she had left no room for doubt, it was going to be her way or I could walk away. So, my choice but her way. Decision made.
I know you may think that shows she didn't really love me, but you'd be wrong, she does, I have no doubt about it. You don't live my life, you don't know that she treats me like a king and when she's mine, I get 100% of her love but also 100% of her time, her affection, her consideration of my wants and needs -- just that there is a massive fucking elephant in the room, two or three times a week, her needs come first. She is incredibly horny, mostly I get great benefit from that, other times I have some regret that I am just not enough to keep her home.
You know that expression about walking a mile in someone's shoes before you can understand them and their life? Well, that applies here, just take it as read, you don't know her, I do, she loves me beyond doubt.
I'm currently working on the long view, that she, well really, that we will mature with time and that what is happening now will work itself out and WE will take over as what is all-important in her life as much as it already is in mine.
Chapter 2 -- The Next Few Months
So, things went on, our sex remained scorching hot, I could not complain, she was fantastic in bed and I was getting fucked as much as I wanted, she was always willing and I reckoned going overboard to make sure I could have no complaints.
