Loving a Cuck by bummerbeau,bummerbeau

She paused to kiss me, fondled my soft cock, then went on. “I’ve consulted with specialists at the Mayo Clinic about sterilization, your first option. What we’d be facing is, really, like a sex-change operation, without the addition of a penis. It’s possible, with a lot of hormonal re-balancing to suppress my female desires. But that would not be my first option.”

Lily went on, “so we come to the other alternative, as you said, ‘take a lover’. I don’t want a lover, I have a lover, he’s sitting right here beside me, and he is irreplaceable!” She swept me up with another kiss. “So it’s a question of me finding sexual satisfaction with another man or men, leaving affection out of it, not to speak of love.”

There was a long silence, as Lily sought words to express herself. I sat, awaiting her next thought, which came as a single word.

“Cuckold.”

“Is that what you would want? To be a cuckold?”

I felt that her question deserved an answer, so I replied “yes, if that would make you happy as my wife.”

She thought for a moment, then went on, “that’s the ultimate question I’ve been wrestling over for days. And nights. Do I need sex? Do I need the release that all-consuming orgasms can bring, and have brought? I’m not a nun, unexperienced, dedicated to a life of chaste celibacy — I’ve had five years of glorious, wonderful, fulfilling sex with you, intimacy in our bed…oohh! The memories that have flooded my mind and thrilled me!! Do you remember our first all-nighter??”

“Yes, my darling Lily — I’ll never forget it!! Six times we did it!!” I reached over and gave her a huge hug and a fervent kiss.

Lily burst into tears, and cried, “we could trade happy anecdotes here all day! We have had such a mutually satisfying relationship — when you spoke about how you were missing the intimacies, the fun we used to share, it just gutted me.”

She paused, then blurted out, “so my answer to the question is yes, I need sex, and I need it badly. Not love — I already have a lover. But I need to add sex to it. I confess that I am very highly sexed. I need to cuckold you. If that brings the solution, well and good. If it does not, I’m off to the Mayo Clinic and the knife. But divorce is NOT. AN. OPTION!! I LOVE YOU!! She hurled herself at me, sobbing in my arms.

I held her, stroking her back in the way that always used to make her purr with pleasure, and waited. I sensed that there was more, much more that she wanted to say. Minutes went by.

“Cuckold,” she murmured. “Has such a nasty sound. Means ‘a man whose wife has committed adultery’. Adultery…also a nasty word. Maybe something that children can’t do, only adults.” She paused, smiled at her joke, then said “adulterating is the act of making something impure, debased…”

Lily pulled herself up. “What I’m trying, coming to say is that there are dangers in this course of action, dangers to our marriage, and we have to be wary of them. I’ve read a lot of stories and discussions about wife-sharing, cuckolds, cucks, bulls and so on over the last few days on Literotica.com and other internet sites, and the world of cuckolding has common elements, things that we must avoid. I’ve made a list of themes.” Always my Lily, thorough and methodical!

“First, the cuckold consents, as you are consenting, to his wife engaging in sex with the other man. But the cuckold is often humiliated, dominated or otherwise abused by the wife or the other man. Sometimes even physically abused, whipped, tied up. Usually the cuckold feels shame because he has a small penis, can’t make his wife orgasm, while the other man is hugely well-endowed. The other man often orders the cuckold around, belittles him. The wife in some stories abuses her husband by physically restraining his penis in a cock cage, locking him up and denying him the pleasure of fucking or even masturbating, sometimes for weeks at a time. NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN. WITH. US. No humiliation. I love you; I love only you!”

She let that sink in, then continued, “second, sometimes the wife, over time, becomes fascinated by the large cock of the other man, seeks to see it and enjoy it privately, away from her cuckold-husband. In some stories the cuckolding happens in secret and is later revealed. Some of these cuckolding stories are just divorces for adultery, happening in slow motion. NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN. WITH. US. We’ll have no privacy or seclusion — I want every physical act of sex to be witnessed by you and consented to by you, or at least fully known to you. There’s other stuff that we can discuss as we go along. But do you agree to everything I’ve said so far?”

Ball was in my court…I thought her comments over for a few moments, realizing that launching ourselves into this would mean crossing a bridge and that there would be no going back. But forward we must go! “I agree with everything you’ve said, my darling Lily, and I’m glad you’d like me to watch, ‘cos I’d find that very exciting! There may come times when you might want a repeat session or sessions with ‘the man’ to be private, and that would be ok too, you’d tell me all about it afterwards.” I exclaimed, gathering her up in a huge hug. “But there are two things. First, about my consent. We would come to a time when we three (you, me, and ‘the man’ who’s going to fuck you) are together in the bedroom. I’m male enough to realize that ‘the man’ would want to be in control, so at that point I would tell him that he could do anything he wants, and I would help him in any way he tells me to — as long as you agree –”

Lily interrupted me, giving me a kiss, then went on, “if I am with ‘the man’ it means that we have carefully selected him, and he is with us because I am consenting. ‘The man’ can do anything with me, to me, that he wants, just as you used to do, and I’ll tell him that. I’m happy that we see eye to eye on this point, and I’m very happy that you’re willing to help him, and me. What’s your second thing?”

“Let’s consider ‘the man’ for a minute,” I replied. “I don’t imagine for a minute that there is going to be a different ‘the man’ every time you have sex. I don’t envisage you as the totally promiscuous type. But on the other hand I don’t imagine that you’re going to be monogamous, that there is going to be only one ‘the man’ in our lives. I expect that there will be a variety of sexual partners, and I’m ok with that.

“As we sit here, we are totally in love with each other, and that is strong. But there may in the future come a time when you have a favourite partner — lets call him a lover, because after all the sex act is called ‘making love’ because it’s more than just an exchange of bodily fluids. It does more, it excites emotions, it creates, exchanges and increases affection. So it may happen that you find yourself in the position of falling in love with someone else, and that person replaces me in your affections. That’s a danger — this lifestyle choice can lead to divorce, even though you think that is not an option. But it’s a danger I accept, because above all I want you to be happy. OK — sermon over. What’s next?”

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