How cuckolding became normal

[MyAsianSlutWife]

Years ago I was wanting to be cucked by my wife and thought about it nearly every day. I knew she would play around, but it was usually hidden from me.

We sat down and had a heart to heart about all of it that was more of a confused argument on both sides. I got her to admit all the things she was doing behind my back, and she vented why she was seeking elsewhere for this or that.

Instead of us judging each other I told her we should just try to communicate and understand each other. The things we felt we were missing out on, how we felt about ourselves and each other, and what we should do about it. It honestly felt like we were just living a charade of a marriage. We both cared for each other but the consideration and love were gone.

She point blank told me she had lost respect for me a while ago and hasn't been able to gain it back. I put her up on a pedestal and this made her naturally just think lower of me because she doesn't see herself in the same way. She likes it, but since she didn't believe it herself it seemed inauthentic and weak to her. I get this.

She told me that she like men with masculine traits that weren't push overs. That love wasn't an excuse for me to be a punching bag to her. That I should lead and take the role of being the man in the relationship. I have to admit this is hard for me because I don't like telling people what to do because it feels like I am oppressing them. I want people to treat each other with compassion and consideration, not "its my way or the highway"

There was tension for about a month, but the more we spoke the more we began to really understand where each other was coming from and neither of us were right or wrong. We were just looking for different things to be fulfilled. The more we discussed these things the relationship started to mend. We talked about our childhoods and things that we think shaped us into what we are, and why we seek the things we seek.

I brought up cuckolding one night while we were drinking at home and at first, she was repulsed by the thought of it. She said it was creepy and weird. "why would anyone want that?!" I remember her saying which made me feel like damaged goods.

It turned into a game where we teased each other about it. I knew she was fucking some guy at her work, and she knew I wanted to watch for perverse reasons. It created some fun teasing back and forth.

One day while she was at work she sent me a picture of her and him during lunch at their lunch break. It was nothing sexual but kind of a selfie with the two of them smiling at the camera. I responded, "So what I have friends too? where did you go to eat? was it any good?" the only response I got back was "yes it was."

Two days later she sent a more revealing picture of them kissing. I told her it was an old photo plus it was photoshopped. If it was real it probably cost her a $100 to get him to do that. This was the kind of back and forth we did for about a month or so. She even put him on speaker while they talked about thing she not knowing I was listening.

Since I saw this was working and slowly increasing in exposure, I kept at it. She was seeing if it was safe to do so, and testing me. How I would react. Since I didn't react negatively she kept increasing the gas.

One day I finally did a get a picture of them together naked on the bed in a hotel room. I responded with, "Which hotel is that? Are the prices reasonable? The sheets look cheap." then more pics would show up showing more. I was both hurt and excited by it.

There was a certain relief to all of it though. It was like something was being confirmed and I was let into her world. That there was honesty there and this brings me comfort.

When I saw her next I explained to her that I didn't think she had it in her, and I appreciated her honesty and courage. That it was hot and I was more excited and relieved than hurt. That by her doing so it made me feel she had consideration for me and I could trust her.

She began to understand and smiled thinking it was kind of different, but pics soon became video texts and then that led to her letting me in more with her interactions with other guys. All the texts, phone calls, emails, etc. I didn't realize how many guys she had in her loop and for how long she had them. It was way more than I originally thought. This was kind of shocking, but I went with it not showing it bothered me.

At that point she was a hotwife but I still had not been cucked in person. That happened when we went to a bar once and she saw one of her boy toys there as well. I told her to go up and talk to him not to be rude or anything since I was there. She didn't want to and said it made her feel wrong. After a couple of drinks in I went up to him and asked him if he wanted to sit with us. He was taken back by it but agreed. My wife was embarrassed.

We all sat there and had some awkward conversation at first, but it began to lighten up when we all became more relaxed. When we were all liquored up quite well I told him in the men's room that I knew about all of her escapades and he need not worry. That we have somewhat of an open relationship where we can be ourselves freely. I lied and told him that I have even been present when she had done things with this other guy in the past. He shouldn't worry about it. I thought he was a cool guy and I prefer her to hang with a guy like him then some loser. He felt awkward I could tell but thanked me for clearing the air. we went and sat back down at the table.

When the bar was closing I asked if he could drive ok because he seemed lit. He said he could but I told him if he wanted to he could catch a ride with us, or even come back to our place to continue drinking. I had no plans on ending the evening so quickly. At first my wife and he both disagreed with going back to the house, but thought the ride home would make sense. It was on the way home when I told him about this whiskey I had he should try and then he was all in.

My wife was feeling a bit uncomfortable about all of this, but he and I drank in the kitchen while she went upstairs to do something. Eventually I told him just to crash out and I would take him to his car in the morning. He went over to the couch and passed out.

I went upstairs and my wife asked me why I would do that, that it was strange for him to be here. I told her to relax and it was no big deal. I even offered to let them use the bed since the couch was uncomfortable. She rejected the idea. I told her it doesn't make sense since she had been with him previously. It was good manners and I didn't mind. She just said, "oooh you're gonna get me in trouble!" which didn't make any sense to me.

I went downstairs and woke him up and told him I had an extra bed upstairs that the couch would kill his neck. I told him which room was mine and sent him up. I heard some laughing and him asking if he should go back to the couch. She said it was ok and then the door closed.

I just sat on the couch and poured another whiskey waiting. I guess I was waiting to hear anything. After about 30 minutes I thought they must be asleep because it was quiet. So I snuck up the stairs and put my head to the door when I could hear they were fucking but trying to be quiet. I sat there for a minute just listening to someone else fuck my wife.

I kept fighting the urge to walk in, but kept changing my mind. When I heard the action get more intense I knew he was getting ready to cum and something told me as soon as I hear him make the right sound walk in.

They both began to increase their breathing and passion and I knew he was had either came or was about ready to. the action stopped and I walked in. They both grabbed the covers reactionary. I walked into the bathroom pretending to get something and looked at both of them for a second and said, "I dont know why you were trying to be quiet...the neighbors cant hear anything. These walls are well insulated." They laughed and I walked out.

I went downstairs and did my thing until I fell asleep. The next day they felt a bit awkward but didn't say anything about it so I did. "I have no idea how you can last 40 minutes when you are drunk..you guys were fucking like ninjas." they both laughed and he apologized i told him not to worry about it. Everyone had fun.

Most guys she hooks up with have no interest in being in the same house let alone in the same room as their husband while they are fucking. I get this, but some don't mind. The stakes kept getting higher until I was in the room watching which was a whole journey in itself. My wife would have performance anxiety if I was in there and many times the guy would too. This was a PROCESS that took quite a bit of time, talking, having courage, and taking risks. Sometimes it didn't work out well, other times it did.

The point I am trying to make is this. until all people involved are willing to take risks it will never happen. Unless everyone is open about their sexuality and fantasies it will never happen. It is a team sport.

I have been an official cuckold for a few years now and now it has become normal. At first it seemed like climbing up an impossible mountain. If you want anything bad enough it can be yours, but it takes courage, risk, understanding, empathy, and openness.

has it created problems in our marriage? yes and no. the problems were already there. If anything it helps us deal with the problems easier. In many ways it has brought us closer together because there is little we need to hide from each other.

Some people ask me if other people know about our lifestyle. Only those involved in it. It is no one else's business.