Thank you for reading my story. I am Anne and am a hotwife, cuckoldress, cheater, slut. I have been called everything. If you have read my other stories you will know my story, but in short my husband cheated on me a lot, and when he confessed I went on a journey of revenge which has manifested into a lifestyle that I love and write about.
This story is about a period where my husband (known herein as Subby) went through a period of emancipation and how that worked out for him!
We were a few years post his infidelity and I had revenged him to excess, he was trained as my cuckold and I was living my best life, fucking guys at every opportunity and making him watch and do those cuckold duties we have all seen on porn sites.
He had gone from a juiced up cheating alpha male to my little sissy cuckold in a relatively short space of time and had gone into therapy to deal with his masculinity, or lack thereof and the fact his tiny little cock had started functioning again after years of impotency when he came off the steroids and his body wasn't producing its own testosterone.
His therapist had asked him to decide whether he wanted me and the cuckold lifestyle or whether he should cut his losses and seek a new more traditional relationship. He asked if he could stop being my cuckold until his therapy was done and agreed that I could carry on my lifestyle without him.
This seemed like a real win for me, as bulls in the cuckold scenario are not overly plentiful, so you have to compromise somewhat, whereas guys just looking for a fuck are plentiful and I could be much more discerning. I was like a kid in a sweet shop!
Subby, according to the therapist, was also suffering from 'penis shame', as he had been an average size guy, but the steroids had shrunk him and the impotency had destroyed his confidence, so he needed to own his size and not be ashamed or envious of others. The cuckold lifestyle therefore needed to stop until he had faced his demons.
The therapist asked him to consider trying naturism, there was a designated area near us. The theory was that by being naked amongst other naked people he would eventually feel at ease, and over time he would overcome his embarrassment.
Subby started going on walks when I had a guy around, and on his return we would carry on as normal. He did a lot of walking over the next few months!
I got a bit bored of the fucking, the guys were largely wham, bam, thank you mam. There wasn't the emotional transfer and excitement that humiliating Subby had given me. I had become a bit of a performer and realised how much I liked the humiliation and power of cuckolding, so I provoked conversations with Subby about therapy and getting back to normal, our normal!
Subby wasn't ready, he said he missed me, but was making progress and had made friends with other naturists and told them our story and they were sympathetic, well a select few were, a lot of others had befriended him as they loved the stories he told, and being a naturist environment they couldn't hide their excitement!
The naturists were a close knit group, there were about 40 of them, all male except for a few couples. They had a WhatsApp group and arranged meetings and walks. Some used it as a chat forum. Subby told me that he and his close friends had a separate group and he would first message in this group, but if there were no takers he would join the larger walk and endure the constant storytelling and erections.
I was upset that Subby had told everyone about me, but he explained this was part of him owning his life. He did however say that his close group weren't too fond of me and were really loyal to him, which he really enjoyed as the cuckold lifestyle was a lonely place, it's not something you can go down to the pub and talk about!
One time I had a late cancellation from a guy, so asked Subby if I could come on his walk. He refused as he was going with his close group. This set some alarm bells in my head.
The next time I knew Subby was out of the way I decided to go up to the naturist area and see what I could find out. I was shocked at how many people were out and about. Being a single lady everyone I came across was overly friendly and I was like the pied piper collecting guys. I eventually confessed to them who I was and they all knew about me, I was like a celeb.
I had fallen lucky as none of the group were Subby's close friends, so played the vulnerable card and talked about how upset I was that Subby was talking about my private life and that he really liked the cuckold lifestyle and was an attention seeker due to his inadequacies.
Within half an hour and a few fake tears I had everyone on side and had been invited into the WhatsApp group under the name of 'Ken', the concession being that if I came on another walk I had to be naked.
I lied and made up a date and time for my next encounter. Subby arranged a walk with his close mates, so I posted on the WhatsApp group that I fancied a walk at the same time. I got to the rendezvous expecting to see Subby and his mates and a few others, but the close group had gone separately so there I was surrounded by about 20 guys. Word gets around!
I had almost forgotten about my promise, but no one else had, so when we arrived at a more secluded, off-piste, part of the naturist area the guys all reminded me of my promise to be naked on the next walk. I was true to my word and did a striptease, before leading the march making the most of my hip movement.
I wasn't sure where I was going so turned around after a few minutes of my catwalk walk to see at least half of the guys with erection, some even playing with themselves. 'Come on guys, I am sure this isn't in the rules!'I exclaimed.
A voice from a nerdy guy at the back of the procession shouted 'actually it's illegal to have an erection in public.'
Another voice replied, 'I don't care if I get arrested, this is worth the jail time.'
