My non-fiction cuckold marriage

[DA32]

I should preface this by saying that this story isn't made up (except that my wife's name isn't Val).

It seems like the prevailing attitude among cuckolds is that their wives have an obligation to let them watch. My situation is different. I’ll explain.

My wife Valerie and I were in our early 30s when we met. It was through a personal’s ad I placed. We arranged to meet at a local bookstore and when I saw her I was immediately turned on. She was petite, 5’2”, slender, with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. We had a lot of the same interests and shared similar views of politics and other big issues of the day. We didn’t talk about our sexual history, but our second date was different. Val and I were at dinner and she remarked in a very offhand way that she’d been to bed with “a lot of men” but added that she wasn’t seeing anyone at present. From the tone of the conversation it seemed natural that we’d end up at her place and soon after we got there we were making out on her sofa. She stopped and told me to wait while she vanished into her room. I didn’t know what to expect, but when she came back she looked like she stepped out of a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog: she was wearing a red lace corset, an open cup bra, a garter belt, crotchless panties and stockings. I was speechless. I’d never been with a woman who dressed as if she could be a high-priced call girl. Through the night I discovered that Val had the sexual skills to be one, too.

At one point as we were laying next to each other I asked Val what she meant when she said she’d gone to bed with “a lot” of men. I thought she’d tell me 19 or so. That’s the number of women and men I’d been with. Instead she said “around 40, more than that if you include the times when it was only oral.” Val went on to tell me that they were college friends, co-workers, men she’d meet on planes and in hotels while traveling, “one time it was a bike messenger.”

Over the following months it became clear that she wasn’t exaggerating.
Once we were at a concert when a man saw Val and darted for the door, his wife in tow. “I went to bed with him once,” Val whispered to me. Another time we were at a restaurant and a man walked past our table pretending not to notice us. Val said “hi.” He stammered hello and kept going. Val rolled her eyes and said, “that guy was always such an asshole.” Once I was at Val’s apartment when her phone rang. She asked me to pick it up, but when I did all I heard was a “click.” I took advantage of her caller ID and phoned the number back. I asked him why he called. He was beyond shaken and muttered “ let’s pretend I didn’t call, okay?”

Despite all the evidence that she really did have sex with so many men Val would reassure that she wasn’t seeing any of them anymore. They were her “wild oats” and it was all in the past. I believed her. But that changed around 16 years ago when Val was at work and left her computer on and opened to her email.

There before me was an email stream between Val and a man in Denver planning a get together at her hotel the next time she was there, another was from a man in Atlanta telling Val what a wonderful time he had with her during his last visit, still another was an ongoing exchange between Val and a man living in the area she who she told me she used to see (they were setting a time for Val to come over while his wife was away). Seeing the emails hurt (the one that hurt the most described dancing with me. She wrote, closing my eyes I imagined I was with you.” Ouch).

My first impulse was not to say anything, but a therapist friend told me I had to. I mustered up the courage to bring it up with her and when I did Val pretended to be indignant that I read her email, but that soon gave way to her listening carefully for my reaction. I then slipped into full cuckold mode.

“I’m okay with your seeing other men, just don’t keep it a secret.”

Boom. With that our entire marriage changed.

For the next two weeks I thought we had an understanding and the first time she told me she was going to spend the night with one of the men I was blown away.

After she pulled out of the driveway my stomach turned and I became woozy. The thought occurred to me that I agreed to wrecking our marriage. But still it turned me on in a way only another cuckold can truly understand.

I went back to our bedroom and began masturbating. I came really hard. Then, 20 minutes later, I’d jerk off again. Later I’d jerk off some more. I didn’t watch porn, but I did reread Val’s emails (I printed them out). And I’d masturbate some more. That’s how it was all night. I’d jerk off, fall asleep, wake up and jerk off again. By morning I was drained in every sense.

I woke up around 9 and quickly got rid of the evidence (the used kleenexes, hand cream, and cummy hand towels). I put the emails -- I printed them out -- back to their hiding place in my closet.

An hour or so later the front door opened. Val came in. She looked like a mess and, before I could say a word, she was taking a shower.Later I tried to find the right words for the moment. “How was it?” I asked.
“Fine,” Val said. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

A few days later, almost out of the blue, Val said, “I don’t want to tell you before I see someone. Knowing that you’re here thinking about it creeps me out.” And me being there? Out of the question. I think that had something to do with my being bi and Val not wanting a threesome.

Once when I prodded for more information than she wanted to share she snapped, "I'm doing this for ME, not for YOU!"

So that’s how it’s been. I, of course, crave hearing Val tell me the details of her trysts and, once in a while, she will. By far the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had or ever will have are the times I’ve laid on my back while she jerked me off and told me about one of her experiences. The more details the better.

What Val doesn’t know, and would be angry if she did, is that once I dug around in her lingerie drawer and found, not only the red outfit she wore the first time we fucked, but other things that I’d never seen before. Like a pair of black crotchless panties, black hose, a black garter, and a black push up bra; a purple camisole top and purple panties (not crotchless); a black snap crotch teddy, and a black fishnet crotchless body suit all stained with another man’s cum. But what took my breath away was what I found at the bottom of Val’s drawer: a black, latex dress, covered with cum stains. Some of the stains toward the top are where I'm sure cum dropped from Val’s mouth and those on the bottom are where a man decided to shoot his load instead of inside her. I looked at it forever and ran my fingers over the dry cum. I was thinking that Val must have decided not to clean it as a reminder of past experiences with men far better than me.

Maybe some cucks can relate to this, but these days my sex life with Val has become her occasionally masturbating me and me going down on her. In the case of the latter I get extremely turned on knowing that I’m licking the place so many other men’s cocks have been.

It’s not perfect, but I’m satisfied with it and, obviously, Val is, too.

[trecital]

A shame she can't at least tell you some more about her encounters. But, if you are happy with the way things are, then that's fine.
Thanks for sharing your experience.

[DA32]

I'd love to hear more about her trysts and even be in the room sometimes when she's having one (though I'd probably faint). I doubt that will ever happen, though. I think what it all comes down to is that it's her body and her sex life. I've adjusted, thought at times it's hard for me.

[Amayzed]

Thank you for writing this DA32. I like hearing what real lives are like.

How would you describe the relationship with your wife outside of these sexual matters? You've been together 16 years or more?