The Real Story I Have To Tell -1 Greetings. I am here with a blown mind, having finally succumbed to a great need to tell my story. It's not the kind of story you sit down and tell your Dad, or even your best friend. It is a story I tried to suppress for the past 4 years, but couldn't. The cuckold part of the relationship with my wife, Annie, began 10 years ago. It ended 4 years ago. Or so I thought. I guess once one is truly a cuckold, well, you can't go back to being a full member of the 'Man' club. It's like virginity; once it's gone, you really can't get it back. That is certainly what I've been trying. To get it back.



I can't tell you everything that happened over the past 10 years. I can't even come close. I will someday, because I have to get it out of me. I've held it inside for so long, and now. I will give you some background.



When our kids graduated from high school and (for the most part) moved out of the house, Annie and I started a period of great experimentation. (I won't lie - this all took a lot of begging on my part, and even then, I was amazed she went along). She was looking better than she had in years. She'd been going to the gym, was toned and beautiful. She still is. She's highly intelligent, imaginative, and has a certain social quiet that masks her utter, gymnatic physicality and sexual prowess.



I really didn't know she was all that sexual when this began a decade ago. Now I know I couldn't have known, because I am not capable of knowing that part of her. In all honesty, I'd been neglectful. I spent too much time at work, and when home, too much time on the PC. When the kids left, we started getting to know each other again. To fall in love again. To open up. Really open up.



We tried swinging, Annie didn't like the fact that I might have sex with another woman. She did have sex the few times we tried it, both times with nice looking guys. It was a turn on watching, but she didn't like the scene at all. She hated not me, but all the other voyeurs. She did not like the randomness, the impersonal nature of it.



So we started experimenting at home. I do have a very submissive side (hello!) - and have always been fascinated by chastity. She was completely mystified by that little fetish, but she went along with it. I bought the first of several chastity devices, (a CB 2000), and discovered that wearing it for extended periods of time made me not only constantly horny, but very submissive. I swear wearing the thing ginned up my perversion meter way beyond anything I previously considered normal. But I started performing a lot of oral sex on Annie, and she loved it. She loved it way, way more than having intercourse with me. I became very good at it. When she would let me out of the CB and let me have sex with her, I didn't last long. And worse yet, she said, I acted differently. And I didn't want to lock the thing back on. She hated the way I acted when I wasn't locked.



So when I finally would agree to put it back on, she would let me out less and less often. And liked me more and more. As I got hornier and hornier, I started looking at personals sites, and researched cuckolding. I was already fascinated with the subject. I read all the stories - some of them degrading, sexy, downright scary. And I wanted to try it. All of it. But how could I tell her?



If it happened it happened, I thought. We talked about just introducing another person into our lovelife - a threesome. She agreed, as long as it was a guy, and as long as he was well hung. By that she meant bigger than me. She saw no point in going through with it, even then, if he wasn't. And it turns out, it wasn't hard to find guys who were bigger than me. I am average, not ashamed, but not big by any stretch of the imagination. We spent a while meeting guys in hotel rooms, two of whom we saw regularly, and it quickly evolved into her and the guy having sex, and me watching. For some reason couldn't perform with another guy there. I started wearing the CB to these meetings, but I always kept my shorts on.



Annie was fine with that. But it was a lot of work, involved some travel, and neither of us liked the risk of meeting new people all the time. There are so many diseases, and people aren't always what they say they are. You have to be careful. So Annie took a lover close to home for several months. But she stopped that when she found out he was seeing other women. Again, she would rather stop the whole thing completely rather than risk an STD, (she hated and still hates condoms, which scared me).



So, we spent a few months alone, and I played in my chastity belt, she had me 'giving her head', and she said in the meantime, I could look for another guy for her, but she wasn't interested in one night stands or anyone who fucks around a lot. At which point, you might wonder why I didn't say, "Hey, I'm available!?"



Seriously, at this point, she really did want a lover. Actually, she wanted a boyfriend. He had to live within a few hours, but not in town. He had to be single or divorced (almost everyone we met was married and cheating - we would find out "later").

And he had to be well hung. Usually, it was me who did the searching. But this time, my wife did the searching on her own. She found someone named Aaron.



He lived 2 hours from us. He was available. He told her he was a "Bull." That worried me, because several other people I corresponded with who self identified as "Bulls" really turned me off. Big time. But this guy seemed different. She hooked up on chat, and he sent a picture. A nude one. His face was not visible, but a muscular, almost wiry body was attached to an impossibly large cock. They exchanged phone numbers, and they talked that night. He called me the next night. He was very polite, intelligent. He was so different from any of the other 6 or so guys we had met. With me, he really pushed some buttons, as if he knew what I WAS, as if he knew I was not just some guy who liked to "swing" - he knew I was submissive. He talked to Annie several more times over the next two weeks, and me too.



I don't know everything he said to Annie, but she liked him, and she seemed to have some greater insight into me after talking with him and spending all that time on the computer. Two weeks later, we met him.