"His slut and your Queen" Feeling comfortable being a cuck.

[Wannabe97]

My cuckold fantasies never affected my masculinity in bad way. First of all, i needed to realise it is not about me and my fantasy.
In my case it has nothing to do with trauma psychology or anything. It is simply my wish for her to taste more flavors and to make her see how she has my full trust in pursuing her hidden desires. When right moment comes, i will confess her my fantasy and it's all on her. I would never be pushy, because it is about her pleasure.
My sex life with my fiancee is great in everyway possible. But i always considered myself to be a bit of beta sexually. I am naturally submissive and i don't go rough or don't have that primal-alike sex energy. I enjoy mostly being facesat and being ridden by her. And that is okay.
Thing is almost every woman fantasises about rough sex with that guy next door, want it or not. She probably fantasises about few guys taking turns on her, too. Women are mostly evolutionally hardwired to crave that sexually. But she also needs praise, love and attention. I realised i see myself more effective in this spectrum. Naturally, i want her to have both of the worlds, so of course, if she ever wanted, i'd support her if she decided she wanted to try that guy/guys nextdoor.
I'd want to buy her lingerie, only for it to be ripped apart by her lover.
I'd stay home and do the dishes while she is getting her guts rearranged at his place.
I'd massage her body after she returns from session of rough fucking.
I'd shower her with kisses after he showered her with cum.
I'd drive while she is getting fucked in the backseat.
The biggest appeal of cuckolding to me is see her in contrast. Being confident, loved Queen with me vs totally losing it to him and being his fucktoy.

 

[2cruzin3]

I felt comfortable being a cuck from the beginning. Mostly because of my upbringing. Hearing my mom cuck my Dad, me sucking off a friend in high school, 3 girlfriends cheating on me, one while I listened. I was primed to open my Wife up the this when we got married. Took me almost 15 years. But it was her letting it grow in her mind that brought us to it. He fucked her like a slut, even though I Have never considered her one. She has always been my Queen. I found it a privilege to watch her get fucked and pleasured. I am very comfortable being a cuck for sure.

 

[droopy1]

My cuckold fantasies never affected my masculinity in bad way. First of all, i needed to realise it is not about me and my fantasy.
In my case it has nothing to do with trauma psychology or anything. It is simply my wish for her to taste more flavors and to make her see how she has my full trust in pursuing her hidden desires. When right moment comes, i will confess her my fantasy and it's all on her. I would never be pushy, because it is about her pleasure.
My sex life with my fiancee is great in everyway possible. But i always considered myself to be a bit of beta sexually. I am naturally submissive and i don't go rough or don't have that primal-alike sex energy. I enjoy mostly being facesat and being ridden by her. And that is okay.
Thing is almost every woman fantasises about rough sex with that guy next door, want it or not. She probably fantasises about few guys taking turns on her, too. Women are mostly evolutionally hardwired to crave that sexually. But she also needs praise, love and attention. I realised i see myself more effective in this spectrum. Naturally, i want her to have both of the worlds, so of course, if she ever wanted, i'd support her if she decided she wanted to try that guy/guys nextdoor.
I'd want to buy her lingerie, only for it to be ripped apart by her lover.
I'd stay home and do the dishes while she is getting her guts rearranged at his place.
I'd massage her body after she returns from session of rough fucking.
I'd shower her with kisses after he showered her with cum.
I'd drive while she is getting fucked in the backseat.
The biggest appeal of cuckolding to me is see her in contrast. Being confident, loved Queen with me vs totally losing it to him and being his fucktoy.

You described my life quite closly. My wife has a man that she fucks and romances and has all the fun with. Meanwhile I do all the housework and tend to her creature comforts like bathing her and shaving her etc. In her eyes I'm just her houseboy and me having sex with her is not even considered. She says I'm too small and effeminate to satisify any woman and my job is to serve her other nonsexual needs.When they go out on a date I'm left with a list of chores that better be done when she gets back home.When they fuck at home,I'm not allowed to go in the bedroom. I can always hear her moaning with pleasure as I do my housework. She loves to tease me and says things like don't you wish it was you in there making me orgasm. When they are in the bedroom fucking but just lounging about the house I'm expected to cook their meals or bring them snacks and refreshments. I've learned to accept my humiliation and with it my place in our marriage.

 

[S&Mpar]

I felt comfortable being a cuck from the beginning. Mostly because of my upbringing. Hearing my mom cuck my Dad, me sucking off a friend in high school, 3 girlfriends cheating on me, one while I listened. I was primed to open my Wife up the this when we got married. Took me almost 15 years. But it was her letting it grow in her mind that brought us to it. He fucked her like a slut, even though I Have never considered her one. She has always been my Queen. I found it a privilege to watch her get fucked and pleasured. I am very comfortable being a cuck for sure.

You heard your mom cuck your dad? How did that happen?

 

[2cruzin3]

You heard your mom cuck your dad? How did that happen?

Well I wasn’t there however they planned it. I lived in the basement by myself. One of my Dads black friends from the navy came and stayed a week. My Dad worked graveyard. I heard him leave for work on of the nights as I was going to sleep. A few hours later I woke up to bed springs squeaking and my Mom making grunting or groaning noises in rhythm with the bed squeaks. Then after listening for awhile I heard a male voice make a grunting/ahh sound. Then all noises stopped. Knowing my Dad was gone, it could have only been the black guy and my Mom. It left me very shocked and confused. the next morning my Dad had just come home from work, all 3 were in the kitchen acting playful. Not knowing I was on the stairwell watching, the black guy said something and slapped my Mom on the ass as she was cooking breakfast. I didn’t hear what he said. But my guess is he was referencing the night before. Several months later I found my parents porn stash. It was all cuckold & interracial porn. Another clue my Dad knew about it and most likely set it up.