Being a Good Cuck-Husband to my Wife
These are lessons I have learned with regards to pleasing my wife.
“Honey,” my wife, Eva, calls out to me as she comes out of the bedroom looking half-dressed for the evening. “I need a little help with this.”
The help she wants is to clip her thigh stockings for her as she is busy fixing her ear rings.
“Sure, darling,” I say before racing towards her air, neglecting the Netflix movie I was watching. I kneel before her and fix her stockings for her while she stands still, then examines my handiwork. “All done,” I said.
“Hmm, thanks, hon. You’re a genuine lifesaver.”
“Is Rex coming to pick you, or are you going to him?”
“No, I’ll be going to him instead.”
Eva returns to the bedroom and I follow her. I watch as she slips into her skirt and buttons her blouse. She dabs some perfume on her neckline and wrists; it gives off a sweet, aromatic scent that’s sure to entice her lover in bed. I go to her shoes closet and choose the perfect pair to match her outfit. I kneel before her and slip her feet into them.
“Thanks, babe,” Eva says. “I doubt if I’ll be back tonight. But if I will, don’t wait up for me.”
I take her hand and we walk to the front door where she then kisses me, then says goodnight before walking out into the night.
I stand by the doorway and watch as Eva gets into her car. She starts her car, then waves and me and blows me a kiss before reversing out of the driveway and soon she is gone. I shut the door and return to continue the movie I was watching.
It is a twenty minute drive to her lover’s apartment; I’ve dropped her off a number of times there, so I know. Rex will be there waiting to receive her. He called me hours ago to let me know that he and Eva have a date tonight and wanted to know if I was OK with it. Of course, I was definitely OK about it; as long as Eva was going to have herself a good time with him, why not?
Maybe that is too much to ask, but I often imagine myself bowing before Eva and Rex, and asking them to humiliate me while they make love to each other.
I consider myself a good husband to my spouse. Society might not agree, but they aren’t the ones that get to run my marriage for me. When I say society, that as well includes my extended family, including Eva’s, and several of our friends who are well aware of our newfound lifestyle. Yes, I have suffered through the brunt of their excruciating talks. I have even gotten a call from our church pastor who talked about us living a sinful existence. Whoever got to tattle our business to him, I have no idea. I was solicitous enough to thank him for his concern before hanging up. That occurred two years ago. Eva and I haven’t worshipped with the flock since then.
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