I sit here writing this as a married man, and as of the past 2 years or so, a cuckold to my wife. She has urged me to write down and share our experiences "to help me remember all of the fun we've had together in the past months." I have told her that I don't want to because it's embarrassing to have to share and its quite humiliating to rethink over all the scenes we've been a part of. However, she says it will be fun for her to read things from my point of view and insists that it will give me something to take my mind off of things while I'm locked up between release from my cage.
So below I have tried to write down in as much detail as possible my life as a cuckold, primarily for my wife's enjoyment but I suppose for anybody else who's interested. With that, some context for how we arrived at this point.
Beginnings
My wife Yenna and I are happily married and both in our early 30's, her 32 and me 33. We have been together since university where we met a party during my third year of study. I rarely partied then and rarely do now. I'm not a very sociable person and prefer to sit with my own thoughts than be in rooms full of people and bustle. So, I spent most of my time in the library outside of the social circles of the university we attended. Yen on the other hand is the exact opposite, she loves the social scene, loves being around other people and especially loves being the centre of attention. This dynamic has worked well for us over the years as it allows me to take a back seat while she engages in all the small talk with people.
Yen is and has always been a very attractive woman. She comes from Polish ancestry, with glossy black hair that sways down past her shoulders. Pale skin and incredible frosty eyes that are almost silver in colour. Combined with an overall heart shaped face and full lips, she is stunning, and I was certainly stunned when I first saw her back in our university days.
Besides her face, what I, and most of the other guys in the room, noticed first was her curvy physique. She is very strict about personal fitness and maintains a lean, strong body. She's not a body builder by any stretch, but her hips, ass and thighs are all thick and firm. Her waist and stomach are toned and lead the eyes up towards her C cup breasts which complement the overall curvature of her frame.
I, myself am pretty unremarkable. Standing a few inches taller than Yen at 5'10 and having nothing in the way of outstanding physical features. Needless to say, I was shocked when she approached me at the party that night. She walked towards me, maintaining eye contact the whole time, while I tried my best to suppress my awkwardness.
"Hey cutie, what's your name?" Yen said, with a slick smile across her face.
"Er... Alfred, but most of my friends call me..."
Before I could finish, Yen pushed herself right up against me and reached past my arm to grab the bottle opener from kitchen countertop I was leaning on. I immediately noticed her soft breasts press into my chest and felt the heat from her body as she reached around me with both arms to open her beer, staying in that position just long enough for me to start to feel awkward before pulling away and remarking on my name.
"Alfred huh? Have you come to this party from the 1920's?" She said with a slightly mocking giggle.
I laughed. I've had people make fun of my name my whole life so I wasn't too bothered. From there, she led the conversation for the rest of the night, as I stuttered and stammered my way through it, trying not to make an idiot of myself. This is basically how our relationship has continued to this day, and I have to say that the thing I admire about Yen the most is her confident, self-assured demeanour, but I suppose that comes easily when you are an absolute bombshell of a woman.
From that night we began to date and after college we found ourselves a nice home, moved in together, got married and all the rest. Our sex life was initially pretty good, at least for me. Yen was never particularly enthusiastic about my performance or the size of my dick, which at five inches isn't ridiculously small, but still is pretty unremarkable, like the rest of me.
She would often comment about how sex with me felt a bit like a bit of a chore to her because of this, I found these comments particularly demotivating when we would be in the middle of the act, something which Yen took great pleasure in exploiting. She would regularly make comments like asking me if it's in yet, or pointing out that if it was just a little bit bigger, she might actually be able to feel something. Ordering me to explain to her why my cock is so useless mid sex and describing in vivid detail how she was imagining another man fucking well I'm doing my best to pleasure her. All this might seem harsh, but after a few years of being together, I understood what she meant. As time went on, sex became less frequent due to work and other obligations that life throws at you. And even when we did have sex, Yen would express her boredom and lack of satisfaction from my performance. I don't want to make out that my wife is some ungrateful bitch, she's not. We love each other and weirdly her comments made me more determined to pleasure her, which obviously works out for the both of us.
Eventually changing tactics, Yen started training me to get her off before she would allow me have sex with her, claiming that it's only fair to make sure she gets hers as well. This became a more and more frequent routine wherein she would come home from work and have me 'help her relax' which essentially meant her lying on the bed or sofa and me getting on my knees and licking her to an orgasm, or several, depending on her mood. Most of the time she thanks me for doing a good job, pats me on my head then sends me away. At first I found it very frustrating to be sent away, because obviously the act made me horny as well. But I eventually got used to the feeling and as time went on, it just sort of became the norm to please her without the expectation or even consideration that the favour would be returned.
Once this routine was firmly established, Yen basically never wanted to have sex again and would always opt for the 'relaxing' sessions. That's not to say we never had sex. She said that because she's such a loving wife, it's only fair that I get to enjoy her body once a month (always at the end) and again on the big days of the year, like holidays or birthdays etc. Just a personal side note here, but my favourite month of the year is May because my birthday and our wedding anniversary both fall inside that month which means I get 3 'treat days' as Yen has named them. The worst time of the year for me in this regard is July through October, which because of random bad luck, has no holiday events and no personal celebrations for me or Yen. Halloween is obviously in October, but it's at the end of the month so Yen insists it doesn't count and she says it's cheating for me to have more than one orgasm in a single day, despite the fact that she very regularly enjoys multiple orgasms on many days throughout the year, an injustice that is completely lost on her. I think that's probably another reason May is so special for me, because from there on its basically five orgasms in five months.
