Should you be ashamed to be a cuckold?
I think it is an important topic that needs to be discussed in this part of the community.
After all, there is a big mainstream view that cuckolds are betas in every sense of the word and aren’t “real men.”
However, cuckolding is a complex fetish because it involves a lot of emotions like excitement, happiness, jealously, and even erotic humiliation.
There’s a lot to unpack here, so I wanted to first talk about reasons why some men are ashamed to be a cuckold (or at least fantasize about the lifestyle).
Then, I wanted to dive in on my thoughts on why there is no shame in being a cuckold.
In fact, I think cuckolds are great and serve a very important role in relationships.
Contents
- 1. It isn’t normal
- 2. People in your life might find out
- 3. Fear of losing her
- 4. You feel a little inadequate
- Should you be ashamed to be a cuckold?
- 1. A cuckold marriage is a loving marriage
- 2. Your sex life will never be better!
- 3. You can’t fight who you are
- Should You Be Ashamed To Be A Cuckold – Final Thoughts
1. It isn’t normal
A cuckold relationship isn’t normal by any standard (at least not yet, but the future looks bright).
And when you deviate from the norm, sometimes you can feel different (and not in a good way).
In fact, there is a big culture around attacking cucks as “beta men” in a bad way.
Just the other day, I heard someone call one of their friends a “cuck” on the street as an insult.
People may look at you different in your personal lives or even at work.
As a result, it’s common for people in a cuckold relationship to feel a bit ashamed or at the very least embarrassed about their lifestyle and fetishes.
I think part of the problem is a lot of people really misunderstand cuckolding. Some people think it’s a wife cheating on her husband.
But that’s not true. In fact, the wife usually has not only the consent of her husband, but also his encouragement!
However, just because something isn’t normal doesn’t mean it can’t be fun (or work) for you.
2. People in your life might find out
Another reason why some men are afraid to be a cuckold is because they are afraid of people in their personal lives finding out.
This may be loved ones, friends, bosses, co-workers, neighbors, etc. In fact, some men think they won’t been seen as a “man” anymore by their friends.
The point is, some people can judge and that can be a big deal for some people!
I know many couples who live a very upfront cuckold lifestyle and don’t give a crap what people think about. On the other hand, some couples like to keep it hush hush for obvious reasons.
Neither is right or wrong – it really depends on what works for you.
But the fear of being judged can scare a lot of people and make them ashamed for something they truly enjoy.
After all, you never know what people are saying behind your backs!
Personally, I am a very private person. I like to keep my sex life separate from my personal life.
In fact, I don’t even like to discuss fetishes and things like that with friends. But then again, I guess I am also a very shy person.
3. Fear of losing her
One reason that cuckolding is so hot is because you feel a mix of emotions.
You’ll feel excitement, horniness, and yes, even jealously sometimes.
It’s perfectly normal to feel jealously because when you love someone so much, it’s just a normal reaction when you see them with someone else.
That’s not to say jealously is bad or anything!
Jealously can be powerful when mixed in with consensual erotic humiliation – just don’t let it get too far though!
And trust me from personal experience, that shame or jealously is really just in your head.
I would say one of the number #1 fears of cuckolds is losing their wife to one of her lovers. However, if you have built a solid foundation for your cuckold relationship that is built on trust and communication, things will be fine in the end.
She’s still with you and married to you for a reason! Cuckolding is just an outlet for her to express herself and feel like a sexy woman.
4. You feel a little inadequate
Inadequacy is something some cuckolds feel from time to time whether it is real or just their imagination.
For example, you may feel that your dick isn’t “big” enough to please your wife or that you may not be “man” enough.
Sometimes, that inadequacy can turn into shame – that you just aren’t good enough for your partner.
Cuckolds are often attracted to this fetish because of the erotic humiliation. The idea that you “aren’t good enough” for your wife in the sex department is a huge turn-on.
However, continually being in the submissive position like that can make you think you are inadequate in other areas of your life as well.
That feeling of inadequacy and “shame” can really get to you sometimes.
While erotic humiliation is definitely part of cuckolding, you shouldn’t cross the line with it.
If something is really bothering you, talk it over with your partner.
But obviously if you have open communication with your partner, it’s easy to get over the feeling of “shame” you get from being a cuckold.
In fact, one of the great parts of being a cuckold is “reclaiming” your wife after she’s been with another man all night long!
Should you be ashamed to be a cuckold?
In my experience, those are the big 4 reasons why men are ashamed of being a cuckold.
However, there is no shame in being a cuckold in my view. It is definitely a fetish and lifestyle worth exploring with the right partner.
In fact, I think it is the best type of marriage possible! It’s just so much more exciting than living a regular vanilla relationship.
Here are 3 reasons why there is no shame in being a cuckold
1. A cuckold marriage is a loving marriage
Despite what vanilla people think, a cuckold marriage is actually a very loving marriage.
There’s nothing like the love and intimacy of a cuckold marriage!
When you have a cuckold marriage, you build something off trust, mutual respect, and kink.
There’s nothing quite like it to be honest and I’ve been in all kinds of different relationships.
Now, obviously cuckolding can be very damaging to a relationship if you aren’t on the same page.
But if you establish healthy rules, you will thrive in this type of relationship.
For the woman, there’s nothing like the love and support you receive from your husband to sleep with other guys. It’s really intoxicating and makes you feel super special and sexy at the same time.
For the man, it’s really a mix of emotions. But the best part is knowing your wife will always come back to you after a thryst with another man.
2. Your sex life will never be better!
Another reason why you shouldn’t be ashamed to be a cuckold is because your sex life will be off the charts fun.
This is especially true if you are locked in chastity!
When you have a loving and supportive partner of the lifestyle, your sex life will be amazing.
You’ll experience so much fun as she sleeps with other guys. And if you’re lucky you’ll get to clean many creampies as well!
A lot of people have a cuckold fantasy, but not many people live it out on a regular basis.
And trust me, it’s totally worth it when you have a great partner in crime!
In fact, you’ll probably be having so much fun you won’t care what people think of you.
3. You can’t fight who you are
One important thing that some cuckolds need to realize is that you can’t fight who you are.
Who cares if you like being cuckolded?
You can’t help but like what you like.
Just like how you can’t help being gay or Black or Asian, you can’t help what you like.
There’s nothing wrong with being a cuckold. In fact, as I have mentioned before, it’s a great fetish and a great lifestyle if you go down that route with your partner.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a cuckold.
Also, one thing that needs to be dispelled is the idea that all cuckolds are submissive in every aspect of their life.
That couldn’t be farther from the truth!
I’ve met cuckolds who are very successful and positions of power in vanilla life like doctors, lawyers, CEOs, dentists, etc.
Cuckolds can be “alpha” in regular life and “beta” in their sex life.
There’s no “one size fits all” when it comes to being a cuckold.
Should You Be Ashamed To Be A Cuckold – Final Thoughts
So should you be ashamed to be a cuckold?
In my opinion, no.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with living and breathing the cuckold lifestyle. You’ll have more fun than you could ever imagine and sharing the journey with your wife/partner is truly the best thing ever.
Readers, what do you think?
Are you ashamed of being a cuckold? If so, why?
If not, why not?
Let me know in the comments!
johnpru says
i have been a cuckold for over 20 years. my wife sleeps with as many 9mainly black0 men as attract her after clearing with me first. i am always in attendance at the mercy of my wife and her lovers without limit at all rekiant on the understanding and mercy of she and her lovers, my holes are always prepared for the lovers’ warm up activities and as their full service no limit toilet i am thoroughly fed and “watered”. i have become addicted to the effluent and cum of her lovers.
Patrick says
Cuckolding can be a big part of humiliation, for those of us who want our wives to dominate, control, and subject us to various humiliations. Like you, I prefer to keep my fetishes relatively private, and for the most part, cuckolding fulfills that desire (unless the “bull” is someone you already know).. What can be more humiliating than not only knowing another man is having sex with your wife, but watching it happen, perhaps helpless to intervene (maybe kneeling naked at the foot of the bed, hands tied behind your back, straining against your cock cage)? Hearing her screams of pleasure, wondering if she ever screamed as long or as loud when she was with you (if she enjoys humiliating you as much as you want to be humiliated, she will scream and moan louder than ever before, even if she has to act the part a bit).. And knowing that you not only allowed it to happen, but you encouraged her to look for someone, and that she readily agreed, and quickly found someone is exquisitely humiliating.
Most men who want their wives to cuckold them are submissive, and are involved in some type of FLR.. Part of being submissive to your wife is wanting her to please her in every way you can. Whether that is doing the housework, cooking her meals, working full time and turning your check over to her, letting her make all the rules and decisions, wearing a chastity cage or anything sexual – subs will do anything to make their wives’ lives easier and more pleasurable. Cuckolding fits right in there. Even if a sub really doesn’t want to be cuckolded, he should be glad to do it if it’s what his wife wants. If it brings HER pleasure, then he should be ecstatic if she agrees to it
Don says
The most significant take-away for me here is that my desire to be cuckold by my wife isn’t a ‘choice’ for me any more than my eye color is.
Both of the wives I’ve had have cuckold me. My first wife took the lead in frequently and openly making herself sexually available to other men and I introduced my second wife to the practice.
I know with absolute certainty that my father was cuckold by his second wife (my stepmother). I know because she approached me for sex when I was 19 years old with my father standing right there in front of us. I’’m also aware of many of her other ‘raunchy adventures’ as well.
I may well be the result of cuckoldry myself. I suspect, with very good reason, that my uncle (my ‘father’s’ older brother) is almost certainly actually my biological father.
We’re raised to believe that the human male is a sort of two-legged tomcat, eternally on the prowl for sex with women other than their wives
The truth is that he can’t hold a candle to the human female, who is herself the true engine of genetic diversity in our species.
I have NEVER encountered a wife who would not, if the opportunity presented itself AND the circumstances were consistent with her sexual agenda, copulate with a man other than her husband.
I’ve mounted more than a few of them myself when their husband was out of pocket, or even sitting there in a chair watching us fuck.
I’ve had intercourse with well over 100 women in the more than 50 years that I’ve been sexually active, and I made it a point to ejaculate my sperm in their vaginas, no matter what other acts we may have engaged in, so I assume that I’ve made my modest contribution to the human gene pool along the way.
Of my three children by my second wife I’m confident that the first and last of them were aired by me.
‘My’ middle child?
I very much doubt it.
Toby says
Loved the article. Back when I was 19 I was 6 foot 180 lbs state champ in a couple track events and with a football scholarship to a top 5 D-1 college. I was dating a hot blond who made lots of heads turn with her nice tits and ass. I never knew what cuckolding was back in the 80’s but anyway when I arrived at college everything was great! I was an alpha male with one of the hottest gals on campus, life was good! We would fuck every chance we got and I was in heaven! One day she dropped me off at practice and a whole bunch of black teammates saw her and whistled at her and made naughty comments making her blush and smile. She told me one of those guys was in her class and has started flirting with her. This particular guy was in my freshman class and I had noticed him sporting quite a package in the shower. It wasn’t too long after that she told me they studied together on a project and he asked her over to his dorm to study some more. We were supposed to have a date that night but she never showed up. No cell phones back then so I waited for her to come back to the dorm around midnight. I asked her where’d she’d been and she said studying but I noticed a hickey on her neck and asked about that. She then told me her sorority sisters had told her about BBC and she was curious. I asked her if she fucked him and she said no but that he did talk her into feeling his big cock. I was getting real jealous listening to her tell me this but strangely turned on at the same time. I asked her to tell me the whole story. I asked her how big his cock was? She said it was as long soft as mine was hard mine being 6 inches. She said he was also girthier than mine. She said after fondling his cock for awhile he asked her to lick and taste it. She ended up swallowing his big load and let him suck on her tits and finger her. He instructed her to go back to me and tell me she was now his gf. I was hard as a rock and jealous as hell. I asked her what she wanted and she said his BBC so I told her good by but jerked off to images of him fucking her! I’ve been a cuckold ever since with many experiences since. Even having a few more with my blond gf. It took a few years before I learned the word cuckold and then realizing I am a cuckold and I am proud of it
Don says
The female of the species bears the greatest burden and responsibility where the production of children is concerned.
And sex is the mechanism which is used to produce those children. We’ve succeeded in separating sex from reproduction, true, but the instincts still run deep in us.
A woman may ‘love’ you, and she may, for whatever reason, allow (or encourage) you to believe that you’re her one and only.
But eventually ALL women will encounter another male that she’d like to roll the genetic dice with.
And feel-good polls notwithstanding, MOST women -if they get the chance- will copulate, at least once, with those other males.
Why would it surprise anyone that nature, or God, would not supply us with a mechanism that allows us to take this reality in stride?
If I hold a woman in high enough regard to marry her I don’t want to lose her, of course.
But if she can’t be counted on to always pass on a chance to spread her legs for another man that’s not a hill I’m willing to die on.
I’m lucky enough to carry it a step beyond simple tolerance, in fact.
I can enjoy the reality of it.
Jeff says
Most people struggle to convince one person to play along with their fetish. A cuckold has convinced two people to do so. Thats an achievement.
john churhill says
never be ashamed to be known as a cuckold
john churchill
Michael says
My wife has been cuckolding me for over twenty years. I am not the least bit ashamed of it, however it is her that prefers to keep it quiet. It started when I found out directly from the other guy, that she had been cheating with him for two years. He took great delight in telling me when and how it started and the times and places they met up. It was like he thought he was humiliating me and I’m sure in his mind I was a lesser man for it. What he did not realize was just how exciting it was for me to hear about it. That is until I told him, I was ok if he still wanted to sleep with her and that I actually loved that side of her. He told me he was no longer interested in her because she would not leave me for him. I told him that was to bad, but he should never have tried that with her, because she makes up her own mind on who she is with.
After that came to light I told my wife that her sleeping with men she was attracted to did not trouble me and if she chose to continue sleeping with other men , it would not jeopardize our marriage. She was quite confused at first how a man could feel that way, but it did not stop her from seeing other men.
The only rule I had was if she were to ever meet a man that she wanted to live with more than me, not to keep it to herself. I would rather she leave me sooner than later. She smiled and said that was not going to happen. After more than twenty years and a very happy marriage, we are still together.
Don says
At 68, I’m fairly well set in my ways. My habits and routines haven’t varied that much in the last 5 to 10 years, which also happens to be the window of time during which I’ve struggled with ED.
For the last 10 years I’ve dealt with increasing levels of deficit in my sexual performance, with the last 5 years being marked by extreme impotence, no erections at any time, even during sleep.
Very early in my marriage to my current (second) wife I shared with her the lurid tales of the sexual humiliations and outright debauchery that my first wife repeatedly subjected me to.
My current wife was FAR more open minded in those days and frankly more passionate than she is now (post-menopause).
She was shocked to learn that not only was I willing to tolerate some of the things my first wife did, but that I was deeply aroused by her relentless whoring.
I didn’t initially put my current wife in the position of me asking her to consider actually becoming such a wife, but I DID ask her not to judge me, and -if she could- imagine what it might be like for her to surrender to some of her own hidden sexual instincts, kinks and darker desires. She agreed to ‘never say never’ and I left her to simmer.
When she was in her mid-30’s and I had just turned 40, I learned that a nudist camp was quietly operating in the countryside close to a nearby city. I was intrigued and began (very much on the sly) to research it.
I felt as though I needed to keep this whole business under my hat because I calculated that the very idea of actually VISITING a nudist camp might well be a bridge too far for her. I also knew that IF there was a chance to sell her on such an ‘outrageous’ idea, that it would almost certainly require perfect execution to accomplish.
I had slowly gotten her to accept watching ‘pornos’ (on VHS videotapes) as a prelude and ‘appetizer’ to us having intercourse, so I knew that she wasn’t pathologically prudish, but it’s a long way from watching a movie on television before (and sometimes during) the act of copulation with your husband and ‘prancing around naked’ for all to see in front of others.
We were both a bit more physically fit in those days, so she had nothing to be ashamed of (and, more importantly, she KNEW it). But I still estimated the chances of ever getting her to set foot in a nudist camp were ‘slim to none’.
Even so, I’ve lived my adult life acknowledging the truth of the old saw that: ‘Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained’, and I eventually reached the point where my research was finished.
I was ready to introduce the idea to her.
I’ll admit to being a little fatalistic about my chances, so I simply picked a random Saturday and broached the subject in a matter-of-fact way to her.
I was astonished when she fairly quickly reached a point where she held up her hand and said; “So, go and check it out.”
I did, and when I returned home she asked me to tell her, in great detail, what I’d seen.
Apparently her secret fear was that it was some sort of endless, out-of-control orgy, with members rutting like pigs in the mud and dried leaves on the ground everywhere.
It wasn’t, I reported that, and she said that she would go with me to see a nudist camp for herself the following weekend.
She took to it like a fish to water. We quickly joined and she loved the friendly and convivial atmosphere. She once described it as a sort of company picnic where everyone just happened to be naked.
And she grew to enjoy the discreet glances that she regularly got from other men. She even reached the point where she would, with the appearance of perfect innocence, tease some of them by applying sun block or bending over to pick up some ‘dropped’ item when she thought that they might thereby be able to see her slit exposed, often with the opening to her vagina pulled slightly open.
Naturally, I began to take the opportunity whenever I could to privately inquire whether she ‘saw anything she might like well enough to try out’, but I always ran into an invisible wall of resistance.
Even so, I discovered that she was secretly a shameless size queen, and that she was fascinated by large penises.
She bought a pair of large sunglasses that allowed her to ogle the well hung males by watching them with a sidelong stare while her face was pointed in a slightly more innocent direction.
And over time I learned from her what the ‘Perfect Penis’ looked like…
She preferred for it to be primarily a ‘shower’, with AT LEAST 5 1/2” of soft cock flopping back and forth at all times.
A very ‘specific’ number, that 5 1/2” was… Completely flaccid, a ‘Perfect Penis’ just ‘happened’ to be a full inch LONGER than my own penis was while straining at full erection.
She was either learning well, or she was a ‘natural’. Either way, she made it clear that MY penis didn’t measure up, and that she was beginning to enjoy rubbing my nose in it.
The ‘Perfect Penis’ was also MUCH thicker than mine, especially at its base, and it tapered down in diameter to an exposed (circumsized) glans that was smaller than mine.
She made a point of specifying that the entire penis should present a ‘swaybacked’ shape that promised a marked upward arch when erect that would result in a penis which would point up at an angle of AT LEAST 45°, if not greater.
She also wanted to see plenty of large veins, a slightly darker skin tone than the man’s overall skin color and testicles the size of large eggs hanging low enough in a smooth skinned scrotum to be easily visible behind and beneath the dangling penis.
She was VERY specific, and it was -in virtually EVERY detail- a catalog, a list, of what I couldn’t ever offer.
I knew then that she was testing the waters, that something had awakened in her and that it was slowly uncoiling.
I addressed it, pointing out that she was describing what I could never be and all she could do was to smile crookedly and shrug.
She pointed out that her preference for a ‘Perfect Penis’ to have a smaller and much more pointed glans than mine contradicted my narrative that her ‘Perfect Penis’ was simply a list of ‘longer, wider, thicker’ measurements than I could muster.
And then she added: “And THAT’s because YOUR dick’s head is too big.” And that was the end of of the exchange.
It was obvious to me that eventually she would reach the point where she would spread her legs and copulate with some other man, or men, but it wasn’t at all clear whether or not she would tell me when she did it.
And it was much less certain that I would have a chance to witness it.
More later…
Don says
Using some first names this time.
Not to worry, they’re aliases.
Joining the nudist camp seemed to be ‘just what the doctor ordered’ to help my wife Marge embrace her sexuality in a more open and relaxed way.
There was no pressure for her to do anything ‘extreme’, or ‘irreversible’. Just gentle, frequent reminders that we’re all first and foremost natural creatures, with instincts, drives and desires that have little to do with our religions or philosophies and the conceits that they can sometimes generate.
At ‘camp’ she looked around and saw that there was plenty to like. She flirted and teased a little. She learned how much control she had over men by watching their penises twitch when she flashed them a little pink.
We had a good friend, Bob, a younger, unmarried work associate of mine. Bob was an improbable blend of attributes, a Hollywood handsome but geeky nerd given to pushing up his Clark Kent horn rimmed glasses while standing there with his six pack abs, weight lifter’s arms and broad shoulders, not to mention an occasional bulge in his trousers which hinted that he *might* just be REALLY glad to see you.
We’d known him for several years, Marge had initially plotted to ‘fix him up’ with one of the single women in her Pilate’s class.
Which would have been a kindness… He had the social skills of Don Knotts around women. I finally had to advise Marge that her matchmaking efforts were likely to be a wasted effort, that our friend apparently couldn’t get laid in a Las Vegas whorehouse after winning the jackpot.
And, over time, he evolved into our (completely welcome) third wheel, a sometimes foil to my ‘Buddy Flick Shticks’.
And, ultimately as it turned out, as a lover for Marge.
It was Marge who suggested that we invite him to visit the nudist camp with us. I never seem to grow tired of guessing wrong and I went ‘all in’ with my strongest assurances to her that it was a fool’s errand.
I pointed out to her that Bob didn’t know(?) that we frequented a nudist camp and I calculated that the shock of such a revelation alone might guarantee his panicked flight to the tall grass.
So… Naturally, he jumped at the chance to go.
When we arrived at the camp that first time I pulled into a shady spot in the parking lot. I explained that it was customary for members and their guests to simply disrobe in the parking lot and leave their clothes in the car.
I offered to lock his wallet, keys, etc. in the console, BUT added that; (A) we didn’t have a problem with theft there, and (B) that -if we unexpectedly DID have a problem that day- it would take a thief only seconds to defeat the console’s lock, so…
Bob said that he would just take his wallet with him, and I advised him that it would be a misery, lugging it around all day, and that holding it in his free hand would only serve to increase the odds of him losing it.
We settled on him just leaving his wallet in his pants pocket and shoving his trousers out of sight under the seat.
By this time Marge and I were both naked. I was well past that awkward, ‘Good Lord, your cock isn’t only gnarly looking, it’s LITTLE…’ phase that I’d initially had to deal with while being naked at camp and was simply anxious to get to the pool and stake out our claim to a place on the sun deck,
But Bob hadn’t even begun to strip.
I assumed that he had some second thoughts, buyer’s remorse, cold feet, and I was determined not to feed the problem by acknowledging its existence, so I said, “Take your time, we’ll be up at the swimming pool.” as I pointed to it at the top of the elevated spot where it was situated.
Marge and I then got out of the car and made our way up the trail to the pool, where we unlimbered 3 reclining chairs and covered each of them with a giant beach towel.
After roughly 10 minutes had passed, I was about to head back down to the car to check on Bob when I saw him climbing the winding path up to the pool, his back to us.
I doubled back to our chairs and let Marge know that he was on his way just as he made the final turn toward the pool just outside the sun deck.
He was putting a brave face on things, confidently striding butt naked, maybe for the first time in his life in front of men and women he didn’t know with his large, flaccid penis flopping lazily from side to side.
It wasn’t a routine thing for me to ‘check out’ another man’s package, but my curiosity was simply too strong, and I took a good, long look at Bob’s ‘Perfect Penis’.
Yes… It was a ‘Perfect Match’ for EVERY SINGLE ONE of my wife’s detailed list of the various attributes of a ‘Perfect Penis’, PRECISELY as she had repeatedly outlined them to me.
I’ve never been much of a believer in ‘coincidences’, even in minor ones, and I didn’t believe for a New York second that THIS event was likely to prove me wrong.
Spoiler: I never found out for sure whether Bob and Marge had ever availed themselves of what must have been countless opportunities to secretly copulate with each before, I never saw any upside to pushing it. But I knew in that moment that at SOME point she had obviously at least SEEN his penis, at close range, and for long enough to be quite familiar with its details.
One glance at Marge’s face told me that ‘she knew that I knew’… so I laughed and said, in my best Ricky Ricardo voice…
“Look Honey!”
“Isn’t Bob’s penis…
*Perfect* ?”
Don says
If I’ve ever had intercourse with a virgin it was purely by accident, and I didn’t know it. As far as I know, every single woman I’ve ever mounted, including the mother of my(?) kids, Marge, has been fucked by any number of other boys or men *before* me (and by other boys or men *than*) me while we were together.
Sometimes by QUITE a few other boys or men.
Given that simple reality, it’s a good thing that I’m not in the least regard jealous or possessive in this area. If I want a woman sexually my goal is very basic and very simple, and that is to get my semen up into her vagina.
If another guy can manage to get HIS semen up into her vagina as well that’s OK by me.
But more than that, I’m also confident that every single woman who I’ve ever had a sexual relationship with has also, at some point during our time together, copulated with another man (or men).
There’ve been times when I was made a cuckold with my knowledge, and other times behind my back.
The best times were when I actually witnessed the act, sometimes with her knowledge that I was watching, other times secretly from a closet or nearby room.
So it didn’t ‘bother’ me that it seemed fairly likely that my wife Marge and my friend Bob had copulated, or at least had engaged in some sort of sex play behind my back.
My first response, in fact, was to get in the swimming pool quickly to make a rigid and nearly instantaneous erection less obvious. My erect penis isn’t even of average length at 4 1/2”, but it’s bigger around than it is long, and it juts out in a way that draws attention.
Erections, for whatever reason, are considered to be very poor form in a proper nudist camp, and anyone who has one is expected to do whatever is required to conceal it or make it ‘go away’ ASAP.
However, I’d just learned that my buddy had probably fucked my wife with his monster sized cock on the sly… My erection wasn’t going away on its own ANY time soon, so the limited concealment of the water in the swimming pool was going to have to do.
But I wasn’t upset. My immediate concern wasn’t to restrain my anger.
No, it was my SEMEN that I was afraid of losing control of. I was enormously excited by what seemed likely to have happened, and I was also weirdly intrigued.
In the toy box of my life the girl next door Barbie and nerdy Ken dolls had managed to sneak in at least one fuck while G.I. Joe’s back was turned.
The only remarks on the subject that I made later to Marge were that I wasn’t at all upset, that -if I were a woman- I’d probably be curious enough about Bob’s enormous penis to fuck him too.
I told her that I was a *little* disappointed not to have been included in the fun, strictly to watch, of course, and that we’d make up for *that* particular oversight going forward.
But I also assured her that I could understand it if she wanted to fuck him in private, with or without telling me about it, in advance or after the fact, from time to time.
I knew that Bob had a single brother and I told Marge that I didn’t care if they wanted to gang bang her if she wanted them to, but that she should limit her private trysts to just the two of them.
I finished up by reassuring her that we were ‘good’, and that I didn’t want the sassy ‘edge’ that she’d begun to develop regarding mocking my second string penis to go away.
AND that we’d be having Bob (and his ‘Perfect Penis’) over to the house some evening soon.
She did want to know if I’d be wanting to join them in bed and I told her that I’d likely be lying on the bed ‘with’ them most times we all three got together for sex, but that most of those times I would just want to jack myself off as I watched them fucking.
I told her that I didn’t care what sort of sex acts they engaged in on any occasion when they met privately, but that anytime it was the three of US that I wanted for them to have vaginal intercourse (In whatever position(s) suited them) with Bob ejaculating up into her vagina at the end.
I did allow that there would be occasions where I would have ‘sloppy seconds’ with her after she and Bob had copulated, that I’d enter her from behind, with her on her knees, her ass in the air and her upper body hugging the mattress.
This tableaux is a ‘kink’ of mine that’s doubtless associated with an event which occurred when, at about 5 years of age, I got up prematurely from my nap and walked into my parent’s bedroom where I witnessed my uncle (my father’s(?) brother) energetically copulating with my then 19 year old mother on the bed one afternoon.
But THAT’s another story for another time…
I wrapped it up with Marge telling her that I fully expected her to be brutally honest (even if the truth would be humiliating to me) in a play by play comparison of the two of us to be delivered while I enjoyed pumping her cum-filled cunt.
She seemed relieved and I sensed that she considered it to be a fair arrangement.
I knew that Marge had some ‘issues’ about sex and that, by taking this somewhat dominant role, I was relieving her of much of her remaining feelings of guilt.
Then I had a talk with Bob…