I'm A Different Kind of `Cuck'

In many aspects and definitions, I have been a cuckold for years.

But the term `cuckold' seemed to be extremely drastic for me.  The tolerance with my wife's extramarital affairs bluntly just occurred naturally.  

First of all, not being so defensive or some sort, we're not a pervert.  We admit to have a strong, ardent interest with sex but doesn't just conclude the reason for us being like this.  

Absurdly for some reason, the pleasure it gives me, especially to my wife was unbearably amazing to some extent.  For the rest of the people outside this lifestyle, it was very sickening and insanely dreadful.  So far so good, we're mentally healthy and stable.  

I had often asked myself and wondered onto my wife there also if we might already be insane or sick, which we're not, but it still leads us out normally.  Bearing the fact that my wife had already been in the lifestyle, and with a lot of guys long before we even met, no one could ever blame anyone for how they make themselves happy in a way they prefer.  

Though sex has been one of the most delicate issues to have fun with, it also has been among the most pleasurable matter anyone would ever have to deal with.  As a couple, relationship, friendship, marriage or lovers... sex was the intimate symbol for such adoration they had for each other.  Sex binds them as long as they love each other dearly.  Does that mean, if sex becomes an extramarital or extravert matter, they no longer love each other? I kinda don't agree if one shares another one's bed while in another relationship was already ill-considered.  To begin with, my wife's previous experience or lifestyle is not a big deal.  Sincerely, I am proud of her and proud to my self at the same time.  Proud of her on the how she naturally draws another guy's attention to desire her (well, it worked on me).  I'm proud of my self for having her, though she was basically being desired for sex, but on how she seemed very attractive to many guys in a way they desire her.  She ain't that beautiful and she ain't that sexy either.  I just realized that she had this somewhat appeal to draw the opposite sex in a very casual and natural way where she never even have to provoke nor to seduce them.  When she carried that lifestyle when we became boyfriend and girlfriend, I honestly don't know what to feel or do yet those times.  Being in that situation or being with a somewhat hot-girlfriend for the first time in my life had been very nervously exciting.  I don't deny the fact that I am also worried about mere humiliation.  Somehow she helped me or like she made me a lot stronger in dealing with unusual lifestyle that separates sex from love.  Love is out of the question.  I love her as much as she loves me.  My love for her holds no boundaries or limitations.  Love must be unconditional.  

It really makes me feel manlier to know how desirable my wife is to other guys.  Well, acceptance should be considered in this kind of situation.  Acceptance or accepting things wasn't that hard for me... honestly.  Until now, married for thirteen years, my wife's extramarital affairs had never been an issue for me.  

We live a happy and normal life.  We have our full-blooded kids to inspire us, and we both fully enjoy this exceptional lifestyle.  Her obvious obsession toward well-endowed men had never been a size issue.  She loves my five and a half incher (believe it or not guys, but it's true), as much as she loves (and goes crazy for) those eights and above.  She has never been into the comparing sort of a thing.  She treats me, and performs with me with the same enthusiasm she shows when having sex with other guys.  

So then again, I'd rather not use the term cuckold.  Instead I'll use reasonable, giving, loving, caring and understanding.  It really makes me proud to have a wonderful and desirable wife.  That's why I really love sharing her, and I love her having sex with any guy she wants.  And I mean, any guy is pretty much welcome to ask her out.  


