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 thinkingβββkick 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 minuteβββit'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."