For years I am deeply interested in cuckolding. Not to the point where I am absolutly sure that I need this in my real life, but this interest or preference never left me.
My wife, very early on, told me that she is not in any way interested in cuckolding, the idea of another man who is not me is nothing she feels comfortable with ever.
Yesterday we watched a porn movie together, it was her first time and when we were on holiday and had great sex on the beach and were like sexual beings for a few hours, she told me that she regrets never having seen a porn movie and that she wants me to show some to her, with cuckold theme.
So I searched long and hard, in the end it boiled down to a movie from eva elfie in a hotel room with her guy and a stranger. It featured everything, a very slow starts, lots of kisses and love for the partner, lots of involvment with the partner, a 3. who is respectful and doesn't steel the show and who leaves afterwards, then cleanup and reclaim.
For me it had all the different aspects that I fantasize about, presented in a way that was not repulsive for non-porn-watchers.
It started, she mentioned directly how big her partner is, and that she sucks for idk 10min, my wife said she must have some practice because it's actually exhausting.
But there was no spark for her, she didn't get wet.
Then the other guy came, so far so good, but then she swallowed the cum, showed it to him and then went to her partner, blew him, then kissed him.
My wife made sounds like she is puking, she said she was so close to run to the toilet.
After that I forwarded to the key elements of that, she acknowledged it, but was not interested, creampie was also something that made her sick and her partner licking it up was something she didn't want to watch for more than a few seconds.
Afterwards she could understand even less what I like about that. I told her that I like when she is on top of me and then tells me about "the other guy", and she acknowledged that she likes that, because she loves that this has so much power over me and that she could turn me on in seconds with that, but it's not about her really liking it, or pursuing it or anything.
We had so much risky sex in our vacation times, we fucked on the grass of the vacation home at 11pm, we fucked in the beach chair (Strandkorb for germans), took a few bootles of wine out there and fucked when no one was at the beach. She even told me that she would like to see a voyeur, watching us, wanking. She would put on a show for him, with me ... but not the other way around.
So I guess from the standpoint of cuckolding we are at a dead end here. Her first "no" still stands, even after 14 years. She won't cuck me, she won't make me reclaim her, she won't make me clean her.
Idk how to feel about this. Cuckolding was never more important that my marriage, it just comes back like a boomerang all the time.
Maybe better focus on a bit risky outdoor sex, like getting her off in a chair next to the pool in the night on crete with my fingers, this made her so desperate to fuck me that we had sex for half an hour with breaks, restarting everytime after a few minutes of catching breath, we could not keep our hands to ourselfs.
My wife, very early on, told me that she is not in any way interested in cuckolding, the idea of another man who is not me is nothing she feels comfortable with ever.
Yesterday we watched a porn movie together, it was her first time and when we were on holiday and had great sex on the beach and were like sexual beings for a few hours, she told me that she regrets never having seen a porn movie and that she wants me to show some to her, with cuckold theme.
So I searched long and hard, in the end it boiled down to a movie from eva elfie in a hotel room with her guy and a stranger. It featured everything, a very slow starts, lots of kisses and love for the partner, lots of involvment with the partner, a 3. who is respectful and doesn't steel the show and who leaves afterwards, then cleanup and reclaim.
For me it had all the different aspects that I fantasize about, presented in a way that was not repulsive for non-porn-watchers.
It started, she mentioned directly how big her partner is, and that she sucks for idk 10min, my wife said she must have some practice because it's actually exhausting.
But there was no spark for her, she didn't get wet.
Then the other guy came, so far so good, but then she swallowed the cum, showed it to him and then went to her partner, blew him, then kissed him.
My wife made sounds like she is puking, she said she was so close to run to the toilet.
After that I forwarded to the key elements of that, she acknowledged it, but was not interested, creampie was also something that made her sick and her partner licking it up was something she didn't want to watch for more than a few seconds.
Afterwards she could understand even less what I like about that. I told her that I like when she is on top of me and then tells me about "the other guy", and she acknowledged that she likes that, because she loves that this has so much power over me and that she could turn me on in seconds with that, but it's not about her really liking it, or pursuing it or anything.
We had so much risky sex in our vacation times, we fucked on the grass of the vacation home at 11pm, we fucked in the beach chair (Strandkorb for germans), took a few bootles of wine out there and fucked when no one was at the beach. She even told me that she would like to see a voyeur, watching us, wanking. She would put on a show for him, with me ... but not the other way around.
So I guess from the standpoint of cuckolding we are at a dead end here. Her first "no" still stands, even after 14 years. She won't cuck me, she won't make me reclaim her, she won't make me clean her.
Idk how to feel about this. Cuckolding was never more important that my marriage, it just comes back like a boomerang all the time.
Maybe better focus on a bit risky outdoor sex, like getting her off in a chair next to the pool in the night on crete with my fingers, this made her so desperate to fuck me that we had sex for half an hour with breaks, restarting everytime after a few minutes of catching breath, we could not keep our hands to ourselfs.