Hi,
I'm a cuckold wannabe. I suspect like many of us here it's all about fantasy with zero possibility of it actually happening in real life. And there's nothing wrong with that.
I do wonder if the mind is the most erotic part of our being. It's here we construct the stories and characters through which we play out our desires. I met my wife-to-be when we were both awkward teenagers. We married young and remain faithful to each other. Despite being in our late sixties we continue to enjoy an active, loving and intimate relationship. A relationship in which I can share my most erotic fantasies in 'pillow talk' without fear or condemnation, safe in the knowledge they are just that. Fantasies.
I wonder how many of us are in the same situation.
The enjoyment for me lies not in the rush to bed, nor in the use of crude, cruel language but in the subtle nuances, twists and turns of a story which sings. I often imagine my shy wife falling slowly and gently into a new relationship in which she experiences a rich mixture of conflicting feelings - the joy, thrills, guilt and fear of opening herself to another man.
I too am gripped and torn by an equally compelling conflict. Excitement, jealousy, compersion and that most wonderful feeling of all - the mounting cuckold angst as I pace the floor alone at home, wondering if this will be the night it actually happens.
What do you think? Would you like to hear my story?
I'm a cuckold wannabe. I suspect like many of us here it's all about fantasy with zero possibility of it actually happening in real life. And there's nothing wrong with that.
I do wonder if the mind is the most erotic part of our being. It's here we construct the stories and characters through which we play out our desires. I met my wife-to-be when we were both awkward teenagers. We married young and remain faithful to each other. Despite being in our late sixties we continue to enjoy an active, loving and intimate relationship. A relationship in which I can share my most erotic fantasies in 'pillow talk' without fear or condemnation, safe in the knowledge they are just that. Fantasies.
I wonder how many of us are in the same situation.
The enjoyment for me lies not in the rush to bed, nor in the use of crude, cruel language but in the subtle nuances, twists and turns of a story which sings. I often imagine my shy wife falling slowly and gently into a new relationship in which she experiences a rich mixture of conflicting feelings - the joy, thrills, guilt and fear of opening herself to another man.
I too am gripped and torn by an equally compelling conflict. Excitement, jealousy, compersion and that most wonderful feeling of all - the mounting cuckold angst as I pace the floor alone at home, wondering if this will be the night it actually happens.
What do you think? Would you like to hear my story?