Accepting Cuckold

In the sixth year of my marriage, I discovered that my wife was having an affair. When I confronted her, I expected that she would deny it but instead, she admitted that yes, she was having an affair and she became angry, telling me that it was all my fault. That whenever we had sex, I always climaxed too soon. That I always left her hanging. That she was never sexually gratified. She always faked her orgasms because she didn't want to hurt my feelings.

Up until this point in my life, I always thought that we had a good marriage and a good sexual relationship. Sure, the sex became routine and predictable but that happens in every marriage, so I thought.

My macho ego was destroyed and shattered. She continued attacking me, telling me that not only did I suffer from premature ejaculation but my penis was skinny and on the small size.

I've always adored her and here she was humiliating me and making me feel so inadequate with her brutal truth. I felt so ashamed and so sorry that I had confronted her but she did admit to having the affair. Some how, her admittance gave me a feeling of deep emotional intimacy with her and it seemed like she felt the same.

Her anger subsided and her voice became softer perhaps she realized the awful pain she had inflicted upon me. In her soft gentle voice she said, "Oh Tim, I'm so sorry for what I've said. I wish I could take back the words."

We reached for each other and caressed, with me saying, "No. Don't take back the words. They're true and I'm grateful for your honesty. It makes me feel so close to you and yet, so vulnerable."

Then she asked, "Can we go into the bedroom?" In the bedroom we undressed each other with me trying to hide my genitals from her view. I was always proud to be a man but this night I felt embarrassed to be naked in front of her. I knew she would compare me to her lover.

She pulled back the bed covers. Laying down on her back, she beckoned me to lie on top of her and as I did, I felt her hand guide my erection to her vagina.

I pushed all the way into her and began to pump in and out but I was so excited that I began ejaculating and groaning in frustration. That's when, for the first time, I heard her sigh of disappointment. It made me feel so inadequate, so useless. I told her how sorry I was. That I didn't do anything for her. She had her arms around me and she kept saying, "It's alright. Oh my poor boy, it's alright. Don't be concerned about it. It's not important. I'll be fine so don't think about it."

The embarrassment was overwhelming. I lay there with my cock deflating inside of her until it slipped out. She slid her hands up along my back to the tops of my shoulders where I felt her hands pressing me down, down toward her breasts. I went down kissing my way to her breasts and nipples. The nipples that another man now enjoyed.

While sucking on her nipple, she cradled my head in her arms like she would while feeding a baby. Her moans of pleasure gave me a sense of peace. I felt like I could stay in this position forever.

She combed her fingers through my hair and then clutched my hair on either side of my head. Pulling my head away from her breast, she turned my face up to look at her. She stared at me very intently with no expression on her face. She was studying my face for the longest time. Perhaps she was assessing the emotional damage she had inflected upon me or perhaps she was estimating how much more humiliation I could endure.

I was about to ask her, "What's wrong?" When she pushed my head down to her vagina, guiding my mouth to her clitoris. I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pushed my face into her pubic hair. The scent of her was intoxicating and it caused my penis to stir into another erection.

Licking back her pubic hair, I exposed her clitoris, so pink and engorged, my crown jewel. It was my chance to gain back her approval, to make up for my failings. I closed my mouth over her jewel, sucking it and tasting her juices. I could hear her cooing and panting while she whispered instructions, "Yes. This is what I want. Keep doing that. Don't stop. Suck it harder. Harder! That's it my boy! Use your tongue."

I could never fuck her so completely like her lover does but I will be the better man at cunnilingus. Following her instructions, I was making love to her jewel as she withered, twisted and bucked, then arching her pussy up towards me and crying out with her first orgasm. She bucked, groaned, kicked and growled like a wild animal and all the while I held on to her as I continued sucking. Soon her bucking and shaking came to a rest and my sucking turned into a gentle licking until she gasped the words, "Oh please stop. It's too sensitive."

Moving away from her overly sensitive clit, I licked my way down to the lips of her labia, savoring it all. I licked and pushed my tongue as deep as I could up into her vaginal canal where I could taste the sweetness of my own semen mixed with her juices. Thinking to myself that this is where her lover's cock goes. All the while she continued whispering her instructions, "Oh boy, that feels so good. Let me feel that tongue. Yes, that's the spot. Good boy. Don't stop."

After a while of licking and drinking her juices, her clitoris had time to desensitize itself. I licked my way back up to it and began sucking it again. All the while she continued whispering her words of encouragement until she once again began to pant and shake as another orgasm overwhelmed her. This one more violent than the last.

This night, in this manner, I gave her four orgasms. After we stopped, we lay along side of each other. My face was covered in her juices and my mouth, chafed red from the cunnilingus I gave her.

I asked her if she loved him and she replied, "No! I only love you. With him, it's only sex but if it comes down to a choice then I will choose him only because I have to have my sexual freedom. I'm sorry but I'm going to continue seeing him."

"What if someone sees you?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I'm very discrete." She replied.

"What about your safety," I inquired.

She replied," Honey, he wants to fuck me not beat me."

"What if you get pregnant?"

She replied, "I'm the one who carries the baby and I'm the one who gives birth to it. You will be the father but I'm the one who will decide who impregnates me. I know that this is unacceptable to any man unless he loves his wife unconditionally."

Weighing all that she had said and looking into her eyes I replied, "I do love you unconditionally." An approving smile of satisfaction crossed her face. We were no longer husband and wife, we were now wife and cuckold. I became her accepting, adoring and submissive cuckold.

The following night when we got home from work and were preparing dinner, I asked her if she saw her lover today. She replied by saying, "Honey, I'll tell you everything you want to know but it has to be when we are in the bedroom not here in the kitchen. It has to remain our pillow talk."

Sexual intercourse became too embarrassing for me. Our sexual relations consist of cunnilingus and masturbation. Unlike sexual relations where I would have premature ejaculations, when my wife masturbated me, it would take ten or twelve minutes for me to climax. Stroking me that long was very tiring for her until she discovered that when she talked about her lover, it caused me to climax immediately.

We are married over twenty years now and we both still get very excited when she is preparing for her date. I still get those pangs of jealousy when I see her primping herself for him. She may stay the night with her lover but when she returns home to me the next morning, she is radiant and her eyes have a sparkle in them. After all of these years, she is still the most exciting person in my life and I'm so lucky to have her.