This story is about a loving husband (a cuck), who finally found his balls, and transformed himself into a real man. I'm certain that this story will anger the feminist, most women, and every cuckold out there. There are some twists and turns, some sex, and an unexpected ending. Sorry, no burn, no revenge or any of my usual 'Over the Top,' segments. Just a twisted love story, with a happy ending.
Thanks to @OffRoadDiesel and @Saddletramp1956 for their help with this story.
The Heart that Never Waits
(Freed from being Cucked)
By Cindy Johnson @CindyTv
Valentines Day
I stood there holding flowers and a box of chocolates when I saw my beautiful, sexy wife standing in our hallway. "My god, you look amazing. That's the sexiest dress I've ever seen. Is it new? Our dinner reservations are not for another hour, so I'll take a shower and be ready in 30 minutes."
"Baby, wait a second. Something came up, and there's been a change of plans."
"Really, where are we going?"
"Well, I'm going to meet David tonight."
Allow me to catch you up. Six months ago, my amazing wife Kara, whom I adored, brought up the idea of having sex with another man. I know what you're thinking — kick the cheating slut out. But no, at the time, I was a man in love, wanting to give my loving wife whatever she wanted. Yeah, I was a wimp and became her cuck, but there's much more to the story.
I loved Kara, and even though she was not an enthusiastic lover, our time together was supernatural. I mean, I loved being with her, and I felt complete when we were together. No other woman made me feel this way. I put her on a pedestal and would do whatever made her happy.
Somehow, she convinced me that she wanted to enhance our sex life, and because she knew she was not great in the sack, she wanted to make herself more sexual for our relationship. She explained that her girlfriends met this guy who taught them things and spiced up their sex lives with their husbands. She wanted to go to this guy one time to help her overcome her sex issues. I know, I'm an idiot, a cuck, whatever the title, I deserved it. She talked about it all the time, and for the life of me, I don't know why, but I agreed and gave her a hall pass for one time. I had rules, though. No kissing, just sex, of course, a condom, and no more than one hour alone. She agreed, and it happened.
Truth be told, I was upset and angry with myself, but when she came back to me, our sexual life exploded, and overnight she became a dynamo in bed. It appeared her hall pass opened up something I was unable to achieve. After a few weeks, we continued to have amazing sex, and I forgot all about that hall pass. Then things slowed down a little, and one night she said her friend David wanted to have another go with her. She said it could help ignite our sex again. Yes, I was cuck and let her go, with the same rules in place. In my mind, if he was wearing a condom and just fucking her, there was no harm if it helped our sexual life.
Well, this turned into a monthly hall pass, which escalated to a weekly meet and greet. To her credit, she was discreet, and we didn't discuss it and just enjoyed the greatest sex between us. Somehow, I suppressed my feelings of jealousy, anger, and angst by telling myself that if I didn't know about it, I could live with it once a week. I know what you're thinking, and as I think back, I'm thinking the same thing. A fucking pussy, a wimp cuckold that can't control his wife and was less of a man than her lover - and you would be 100% correct. But there is much more to this story...
Back to where we started...
Standing there, confused with the flowers and chocolates in my hand, I asked:
"Really, where are we going?"
"Well, I'm going to meet David tonight."
"What are you talking about? It's Valentine's Day, and we've planned this for weeks. What do you mean you're going to meet David tonight?"
"Relax, baby. I changed our reservations for our Valentine's dinner to Saturday night. You see, I found out this afternoon that David's parents are in town for one night, and he asked me to go to dinner with them because they wanted to meet me."
A wave of angst, jealousy, and pain washed over my entire being after hearing those words. I looked at my loving wife with a shocked expression and asked the question I didn't want to know the answer to.
"His parents? Wait, you're not wearing your wedding rings? You're wearing the sexiest outfit I've ever seen and ditching me for him? What's going on, Kara? Am I losing you to David? Is that what this is about?"
She violently shook her head and said, "Of course not, baby, just the opposite. I just owe him a favor. You see, David thinks we're going to be together; I think he's falling in love with me, and he may have told his parents that we're an item. Obviously, I can't be wearing my wedding rings in front of them if they think we're dating. It's just for tonight; no big deal. I'll make it up to you on Saturday when we celebrate our special Valentine's Day. I promise."
"Holy Hell, Kara! You can't do this to me! This goes against all the rules we've set up, not to mention the way you sprung this on me at the last minute — it's disrespectful and humiliating. All of this tells me there's more going on between you two than you've told me."
"Kara, this thing of yours started as a one-time event that I stupidly agreed to, and now it's become a nightmare. I loved you so much that I allowed you to be with him because you convinced me it was going to help our sex life. Yes, our sex life improved, and I've been happy, but you continued to break the rules and push things."
My wife was now looking at the floor as I continued, "The one-time thing turned into a once-a-month meetup, and you explained it would further help our sex life. Then it became a weekly thing. Then you forgot the condoms and broke my biggest rule. Now you're breaking our date on our special night to be with him. You're even meeting his parents and pretending to be his girlfriend, and to top it all off, you stopped wearing your wedding rings to show the world you don't belong to me anymore." My anger had taken over, and she saw my pain when she finally looked up into my eyes. Just then, David pulled into the driveway, and his horn announced his arrival.
With all the horrible feelings racing through my body, I threw the flowers and chocolates at her feet, turned my back to her, and said, "Go, be with him; leave me to be alone on Valentine's Day. Just leave, but I may not be here when you get back."
"No, no, no, Josh, don't say that. I love you, and only you, but I have to do this for David. I feel like I owe it to him for everything he's done for us. And I would never leave you alone after I broke our date. My sister, Karen, is coming over to keep you company so you won't be alone."
"Goodbye Kara." I turned and left her standing there alone to make a decision about marriage and our future together. She stood there with her mouth open, not sure what to do when the horn beeped again. Unfortunately, she made the wrong decision and walked out the door.
David was walking up the drive as Kara came out of the house. "Oh man, you look amazing in that dress. What's wrong? It looks like you're going to cry."
"Let's just go, and I'll tell you in the car."
Chapter 2: Josh takes action
Josh heard them drive away as he packed his bags and decided she had finally gone too far. He sacrificed his manhood for her sexual needs, and she took advantage of his love, and now she is out with another man. Angry at himself for allowing this, he knew he was equally to blame, but he finally reached his breaking point and knew that he could not live with the disrespect any longer.
As he drove aimlessly on that dark, gloomy night, he contemplated his future. There was no way he could go back to being a cuck and letting the woman he loved be emotionally and sexually tied to another man. He had enough money and skills to make a new start somewhere else, so he turned the car south and went about starting his new life.
During a rest stop, he used the banking application on his phone and split their funds. He would pay the bills for the next 90 days until the house sold. His friend from college was an attorney, and he would give him the power of attorney to close on the home as he would not be available. Divorce papers would be sent to Kara, and he would just disappear and start a new life. At 32, he was still young enough to start again.
Chapter 3: David and Kara
On the way to dinner, David was concerned and asked Kara what was wrong. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Did something happen between you and Josh?"
Kara spoke in a whisper, "He's really upset about tonight. Since this was a last-minute thing, I didn't have a chance to explain it to him until he came home. When he saw how I was dressed and then told him I was going to be with you and not him, well, he's really hurt. I should have stayed with him, but I promised you I'd do this for you tonight. You've helped me so much over the last six months; I felt like I owed it to you, but I should have stayed with Josh. I made a big mistake. Can you please take me back to my house?'