My wife and her Lebanese boyfriend [cuckold perspective]

My wife and I have been in the lifestyle for about 15 years now — on and off around kids and life — but cuckolding has always been at the heart of it. She’s white English, I’m a British-born Indian, and for most of that time she’s dated smooth, confident English guys. They clicked with her — not just physically but socially, too — and I settled naturally into my role: watching, waiting, serving, and living in denial. She has been with men from all over, but nothing compared to a gorgeous English white guy taking my English rose! White guys we found were dominant but not rude, and absolutely amazing in bed.

Two years ago, though, everything changed.

She met Omar. He’s Lebanese, raised in America, protective, possessive, and so naturally smooth it almost feels unfair. He wasn’t familiar with cuckolding at first, but after some very open conversations, he adapted. A year ago he asked for exclusivity with my wife, and now they’re about to celebrate their one-year anniversary.

For her, he’s been everything. For me, he’s become someone I serve as much as she does — whether that’s aftercare, cleaning up, running errands, or even kneeling to rub his feet while they have laugh at me. It’s been humbling, humiliating, and addictive.

What makes it even more intense is the cultural layer. Omar isn’t deeply religious, but his Lebanese background runs through everything — his respect for family, his pride, his sense of tradition. He’ll fast occasionally, he’ll go to mosque, and he has clear ideas about respect, appearance, and how a woman should carry herself. My wife learned that the hard way when she once asked him for anal without realising how taboo it was for him. He indulged her, but he said he would only do anal with a white girl.

He once took exception that Ann calls her mum by her first name, said it wasn’t respectful enough. He corrected her in his own special way and Ann rectified her behaviour!

Recently, things stepped up again. Omar mentioned introducing her to his female cousin, visiting from Lebanon. He shared a flat with her in New York and is close to her. His cousin is modern, glamorous, and someone he clearly respects. The problem?

She’s sceptical. She sees my wife as an older, white, curvy married Englishwoman — in her eyes, the opposite of what Omar should be with. She even teased my wife about washing properly before they meet, hinting that British women are “unclean” and lack devotion. His cousin knows ann is married to a cuckold, and that Omar is with her but that he won’t be marrying her. The cousins also knows my wife does the things Lebanese girls won’t!

My wife badly she wants to impress not just for Omar, but to show his cousin that she can be more than a stereotype.

So now we’re preparing for a whole weekend together: a festival on Friday, a date Saturday, then dinner with his cousin Sunday. Omar made cheeky jokes, the sunburnt “English girl” vibe. He wants her at her best — still sexy, still fun, but also respectful, polished, and showing that she belongs by his side. He also mentioned that he plans on having her drink a bit too much before hand to show off his fun white girl. He told me he would have her down plenty of alcohol just before they meet his cousin as Ann is such a hoot when drunk. She says she will obey!

She’s nervous, but I can see how much she wants this. She’s already been careful with small things: avoiding a cross necklace, asking me for advice before she risks a cultural misstep. He is fine with others drinking and he likes when she drinks, but no pork for her- he jokes that the only pork he eats is Ann! She wants to learn, to embrace his heritage not just in the bedroom but in how she presents herself around him and his family. Also wants to get her make up done in the style of beautiful Arab women.

For me, watching this unfold is the ultimate cuckold fantasy. Seeing my wife not only give herself to another man, but reshape herself around his culture, his values, his pride — it makes me feel smaller, weaker, and somehow more devoted than ever. She isn’t just his lover. She’s becoming his girl.

And when I kneel to clean them up after a long night, or drive them to dinner so she can sit glowing beside him, I know I’m exactly where I should be.