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Flashback to the summer of 2024. My wife and I had been discussing the possibility of opening our marriage for a couple of years. She was initially quite hesitant, but eventually took it into her own hands and not only enjoyed it, but became completely and totally enraptured by her lover to a degree I don’t think either of us expected.
After somewhat of a sexual awakening spurred on by her realization that she was bisexual, and subsequently dating one of her close friends, my wife discovered that she was really turned on by sapphic sex of all forms. This immediately led to her requesting we experiment with feminization, which I obviously agreed to without any hesitation whatsoever; I had fantasized about this exact scenario for years. Before long she was helping me do my makeup, buying me clothes, caging me, plugging my ass, pegging me, and generally just fucking me like I was her wife. I felt like I was dreaming. It was everything I had ever wanted, and the satisfaction it gave her was like nothing I could ever do when I had a cock. Instead of awkwardly fucking her while she pretended to feel me, I was now giving her quaking orgasms with my tongue.
Our sex life had changed completely in such a short amount of time. We both felt like we had finally solved our sex life, and I was content to exist this way forever, though after around a year of fucking like lesbians she began to get the itch that we both knew I could never properly scratch. She had not been properly fucked since before we met, and though she loved our sapphic sex, it could never replace her desire to be submissive to a man that knew how to sexually dominate her in a classic sort of way. By this point I was secure in the fact that I simply had never, nor would ever be sexually charismatic in the traditional masculine way she desired and quite frankly needed. So as any independent, sexually repressed woman would do: she got on Tinder and changed our dynamic forever.
Given that my wife is a confident, highly intelligent and charismatic woman, who also happens to be the most stunning petit redhead the world has ever known, it didn’t take long before she matched with an equally charismatic, intelligent, and attractive man from NYC. The day they matched she spent a collective of three hours talking with him on the phone. By the end of the phone call he had invited her on a weekend trip to a very nice coastal area in New York for following week. She was an almost purple shade of red from blushing when he told her he was going to “whisk her away”. The chemistry was undeniable and instantly intense, and it was apparent to her and I both that this guy was already doing things to her that she had only ever dreamed of.
She was slightly nervous in the lead-up to the date, but as it got closer she began to open up about how excited she was. I distinctly remember her confiding in me shortly before he picked her up that he was so assertive, confident, chiseled, and handsome that she would do anything he wanted her to, even things that she had always told me were no-go’s (cum in her mouth, anal, etc.), and that she wanted to be owned by him. She was also very turned on by the fact that he was older than her by about ten-fifteen years, and how he had BDE daddy energy. After catching my breath and recovering from the erotic realization that I was definitely about to become her cuck for life, she insisted on putting me in my cage and for good measure, making me wear her panties that by this point were pretty wet with her pussy juice. She gave me a kiss, told me she loved me and would talk to me soon, and walked out the front door.
It wasn’t until 11pm that night I finally received a text from her, simply stating “we made it to the hotel”. The angst I felt in that moment was obscenely powerful. I was feeling everything at once and felt like my body couldn’t contain the energy pulsating through it. I finally managed to respond with “thanks for letting me know! Love you and have fun!”. Stuck locked in a cage and unable to do much other than fantasize about what they were doing at that given moment, I eventually gave in to sleep.
After another day of waiting patiently, she finally returned home and filled me in on her weekend after taking some time to process the goings on of the previous couple of days. Being as close to her as I was I intrinsically knew that she had a flock of butterflies inside of her that she couldn’t contain. It was showing in her body language and in the borderline school girl giggles she was trying and failing to push down. “You’re falling in love with him aren’t you?” I asked her, knowing full well the answer. “I think so, yeah” she responded with a guilty smile. After gathering myself and pulling through the rush of extreme arousal now gripping my clit like a vice grip, I managed to follow-up with the rest of the questions I had:
Me: “the sex was out of this world, wasn’t it?”
Her: “baby, it was far and above the best sex I’ve had in my life. He made me cum so hard that my entire body shook, and I was tingling for an hour afterwards. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I sucked his cock for forty five minutes in the shower and the only way he could get me to stop was by fucking me up against the wall.”
After watching me struggle to find the words to express how angsty and ungodly submissive I felt in that moment, she cut through the silence with a comment I couldn’t forget if I wanted to: “Honey, think that you should probably just be our cuck”. And from that moment on, I have happily been so. Especially a couple of weeks later when she went on another weekend trip, this time to NYC. The feelings were even more intense when she got home this time. By this point she was so transfixed and drooling for him that when I told her how much I like it when she’s slutty for me, she responded with “I know you do, but I REALLY like being slutty for him”.
As her feelings for him grew rapidly, she joyfully confessed to me that she was desperate to have his baby, and that when they were fucking in NYC he told her he was going to pull out her IUD and breed her (breeding is a major turn on for her). By this point her now boyfriend was dominating every conversation her and I had, and had become the focus of our sex life. Every time we had sex she would begin to playfully taunt me, whispering all of her lusty, carnal secrets in my ear:
Her: “baby, he has a nine inch cock that he fills my pussy with. He hits spots inside me that you never could”
Me: “How can I compete with that? I don’t think I even want to try”
Her: “my love, you can’t compete with him. Don’t even try”
It was around this time that we both embraced our new life together wholeheartedly. We’re closer than I thought two people could be, and our love is unbreakable. Our marriage has settled into a highly romantic FLR/cuckold dynamic where she has the same boyfriend who she sees often, and is still uncontrollably infatuated with, and I am always waiting for her in lingerie when she gets home.
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