What Is a Label?

Webster defines it as "a descriptive or identifying word". Thus, a label is a way people identify themselves to others. In 2024, as it relates to sexual orientation, there are more labels to identify with than stars in the sky. But there is one label that is as old as the history books... "cuckold".

I am by no means going to try and identify that word here, as I have come to learn, a label means individual things to individual people. But I will try to describe how that label applies to me and how I come to see it as badge of honor versus a symbolism of weakness. The "horns" can make one powerful if they embrace them.

I am a cuckold.... it's one thing to think it, it's another thing to say it out loud. I identify as this because I emotionally find pleasure in watching my wife be pleased by other men. The word that best describes this emotion is "compersion".

Like many people who start off in a ethically non monogamous relationship, my wife's first thought when I described my desire to her was to claim, "I only want her to sleep with other men, so I could sleep with other women". Now let me preface this by saying neither my wife nor I have been known for our commitment to relationships in the past. In fact, we both were involved with other people when we first started to have sex. Thus, I could understand her apprehension. Nevertheless, I knew my wife's appetite for sex would win out and I set to surprise her with our first "threesome".

His name was Red, and I found him, in all places on a gay massage website. I inquired about if he gave sensual massages to women as well as men, he quickly confirmed that he did. So on a spicy Thursday afternoon, my wife and I met up at a hotel for some afternoon fun. It wasn't long after I had started to lick her pussy that the door knocked...

She immediately jumped under the covers, assuming house keeping was at the door. I told her to relax and I would check. As I opened the door, Red looked just like his pictures online. A handsome man with Brazilian decent... as he entered the room he immediately smiled at my wife and kissed her hand. It was at this time I told her that Red was there to give her a massage and I was going to watch.

Red put his phone down by the bed and started to play spa music. I told my wife to finish taking off her clothes and lay on the bed... Red took off his clothes as well without prompt. Watching my wife's breathing increase was a huge turn on for me as he started to pour massage oil on her back. At this point I don't think she realized that it was not just her who was naked in that room... but once Red started to move his hands up her back and his body became close to hers, she could feel him, all of him... and he was excited.

The best way I can describe what happened next is to say my wife got lost in the moment... She was putty in his hands. She moved the way he wanted her to, she moaned when his hands applied pressure, her lips parted with lust... and when he grabbed her by the hips to pull her up off the bed, she wanted him fully and thrusted her sex toward his... he understood this and without asking he entered her for the first time. The butterflies started in my stomach...

The moans she made for him, the smell of the room, the taste of her tongue as I caressed her head with him inside of her... those senses are imprinted in my mind forever. She submitted to this man, gave him herself because that is what her body wanted. Every position was passionate, they locked eyes when he was on top, she rode him until she squirted... It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

Red left that afternoon after my wife finally had to stop, she was finished, he made her tap out... she would later regret not feeling his warmth inside of her, she wanted to breed with this man.

During this time, the interesting thing was I never wanted to join them, I never got hard.... My body did not respond.... but the pleasure I felt was off the charts. What did this mean???

As soon as Red left the room, my wife laid on the bed, she wanted to feel me now. All I wanted to do was to smell and taste their sex. The musk they produced was an aphrodisiac like I have never known. It wasn't until he was done with her did my body want to respond, I wanted to feel him inside of her.

At that moment I realized, I submitted to him just as much as my wife had. I wanted him to breed her, I wanted him to have her, the power dynamic of that was intoxicating. It would be safe to say I didn't last two minutes inside of her. Although he didn't finish, I could feel the warmth inside of her, I could feel her openness and stretch... I released my seed into her and she cuddled me as I laid on her chest. It wasn't spoken at that moment, but we both knew.

I have witnessed my wife have sex with many men since then, and my body reaction is still the same. I have even tried to DVP her (she wants that) and I couldn't get hard to achieve it with the other guy. But as soon as he leaves I am at full attention to feel what he has done to her. The same can be said for the solo dates she has been on, only in those times I am hard the whole time until she comes home.

People might call this crazy, but the connection it brings is a bond of trust and commitment. It is who we both are. She is a Hotwife and I am a cuck.... I understand this and embrace it.