I'm a coward. It's hard to say but very true. I've been able to handle most of the events and circumstances that have made our marriage into one where my wife is the head of our home. However, I've placed myself in a position where my wife has little confidence in me with regards to sharing any cuckolding experiences.
We have discussed the various aspects of cuckolding throughout our relationship. I remember bringing it up for the first time in my early 20's while driving her home from the movies. She asked me if my ultimate fantasy would be to have sex with two women. I responded "Um, actually I think I would rather see you with two men." That was how cuckolding became a part of our relationship's vocabulary.
For years she has enjoyed that it was a dependable button she could push with me. From her openly checking out other guys, teasing me about what she would love to do when going dancing with friends or mischievously asking my suggestions for good possible fuck buddies has lead to role playing many different cuckolding scenarios during sex. After getting married we continued having fun the same way. More than a few times my wife even suggested actually taking some further steps into cuckolding but I consistently shied away.
A few years ago, while out at one of her girlfriend's house, cheating came up when discussing someone they knew who was getting a divorce. Someone asked what would each of us do if we found out we were being cheated on. Being the only guy there I was asked first.
I answered: "I would stay. I'd be hurt but I would stay."
Her friend said: "Really? You wouldn't think of leaving?"
I followed: "I mean, you never know until you're in the situation but we've been together so long that I wouldn't want break up. I probably would want to figure out what happened and fix what needed to be fixed."
When asked my wife's response was pretty straight forward: "He wouldn't do it. It's not in him to."
Later that week we were in the kitchen and she was talking about going out dancing with her friends Friday night. The words just came out of my mouth: "I know I've sent different vibes about it but if you ever wanted to spend time with another guy I want you to know that I'll understand. Even if you don't want to tell me because of how inconsistent I've been about the reality of it all."
She smiled, softly nodded and said: "I know. I'd want to tell you about. I'd prefer to do it front of you because I think it would be fun but I'm not sure you could handle it either."
Since then there have been times that I was sure she was seeing other people. There was a good year I was convinced she was seeing a guy from work who is a former state police sergeant and financially well off. They travel together for conferences throughout the year.
She had made a point of telling me how many women at work found him attractive but when I asked her she would blow off my question and seem disinterested. It got me even more curious when she would show pictures from work but he was never in them. Sometimes when she would push my cucky buttons she teased me about having no problem sucking a cute cop's dick to get us out of a ticket just because: "I know you don't like the police and are a little scared of them."
She even casually mentioned one of her trips with him where he was trying to get her mad by asking for her phone number in front of one of their friends. He said: "Oh that's right, we wouldn't want to upset your husband." She didn't like the challenge, grabbed his phone and punched in her number. She ended the story by telling me: "But he's no one you need to think about." I'm not sure what I was supposed to make of any of it but I followed her advice and chalked up the rest to an overactive imagination.
She has continued to suggest doing things together like going to a club so I can watch her dance and flirt with other men. I'm still unsure I can handle it but I feel like this is something she wants and I'm putting all the responsibility of cuckolding on her. It's not fair. She should be able to enjoy something I introduced to her years ago without worrying about me.
I don't know why I can't get the guts to follow through. Maybe it's the same reason why I wouldn't say anything when guys in high school would make crude comments about my wife (then girlfriend) like "Yeah, I'd bang her." I was offended but didn't make a big stink out of it. Once a few coworkers wanted to bet on a company run we had coming up. One guy said "How much should we bet for?" The other responed "Fuck the money. I want his wife to blow me if I win." They laughed their asses off. I just tried to change the conversation. Sometimes I've felt like there was something about me that brought out those actions from other guys and not really do anything about it.
I feel like it's the same reason I would rather my wife see guys without me knowing rather than see it myself or even hear about it — I'm a coward.
We have discussed the various aspects of cuckolding throughout our relationship. I remember bringing it up for the first time in my early 20's while driving her home from the movies. She asked me if my ultimate fantasy would be to have sex with two women. I responded "Um, actually I think I would rather see you with two men." That was how cuckolding became a part of our relationship's vocabulary.
For years she has enjoyed that it was a dependable button she could push with me. From her openly checking out other guys, teasing me about what she would love to do when going dancing with friends or mischievously asking my suggestions for good possible fuck buddies has lead to role playing many different cuckolding scenarios during sex. After getting married we continued having fun the same way. More than a few times my wife even suggested actually taking some further steps into cuckolding but I consistently shied away.
A few years ago, while out at one of her girlfriend's house, cheating came up when discussing someone they knew who was getting a divorce. Someone asked what would each of us do if we found out we were being cheated on. Being the only guy there I was asked first.
I answered: "I would stay. I'd be hurt but I would stay."
Her friend said: "Really? You wouldn't think of leaving?"
I followed: "I mean, you never know until you're in the situation but we've been together so long that I wouldn't want break up. I probably would want to figure out what happened and fix what needed to be fixed."
When asked my wife's response was pretty straight forward: "He wouldn't do it. It's not in him to."
Later that week we were in the kitchen and she was talking about going out dancing with her friends Friday night. The words just came out of my mouth: "I know I've sent different vibes about it but if you ever wanted to spend time with another guy I want you to know that I'll understand. Even if you don't want to tell me because of how inconsistent I've been about the reality of it all."
She smiled, softly nodded and said: "I know. I'd want to tell you about. I'd prefer to do it front of you because I think it would be fun but I'm not sure you could handle it either."
Since then there have been times that I was sure she was seeing other people. There was a good year I was convinced she was seeing a guy from work who is a former state police sergeant and financially well off. They travel together for conferences throughout the year.
She had made a point of telling me how many women at work found him attractive but when I asked her she would blow off my question and seem disinterested. It got me even more curious when she would show pictures from work but he was never in them. Sometimes when she would push my cucky buttons she teased me about having no problem sucking a cute cop's dick to get us out of a ticket just because: "I know you don't like the police and are a little scared of them."
She even casually mentioned one of her trips with him where he was trying to get her mad by asking for her phone number in front of one of their friends. He said: "Oh that's right, we wouldn't want to upset your husband." She didn't like the challenge, grabbed his phone and punched in her number. She ended the story by telling me: "But he's no one you need to think about." I'm not sure what I was supposed to make of any of it but I followed her advice and chalked up the rest to an overactive imagination.
She has continued to suggest doing things together like going to a club so I can watch her dance and flirt with other men. I'm still unsure I can handle it but I feel like this is something she wants and I'm putting all the responsibility of cuckolding on her. It's not fair. She should be able to enjoy something I introduced to her years ago without worrying about me.
I don't know why I can't get the guts to follow through. Maybe it's the same reason why I wouldn't say anything when guys in high school would make crude comments about my wife (then girlfriend) like "Yeah, I'd bang her." I was offended but didn't make a big stink out of it. Once a few coworkers wanted to bet on a company run we had coming up. One guy said "How much should we bet for?" The other responed "Fuck the money. I want his wife to blow me if I win." They laughed their asses off. I just tried to change the conversation. Sometimes I've felt like there was something about me that brought out those actions from other guys and not really do anything about it.
I feel like it's the same reason I would rather my wife see guys without me knowing rather than see it myself or even hear about it — I'm a coward.