A real cuckold is just along for the ride

The fantasy is nothing like the reality

There are two distinct types of hotwives, those that take lovers at their husband’s insistence and perform in front of him for his pleasure and those who screw around in their marriages with or without the consent of their spouse. I’m married to the latter category of woman and I really have a firsthand understanding of being an old school cuckold not the contemporary sort. What does that mean? It means everything that being a cuckold used to mean before the lifestyle came into fashion.

An old school cuckold knows his wife is fucking other men but has no idea who, when or how often. He knows that he has no inherent right to expect sex from his wife just because she wears his wedding ring, he has to compete against her other lovers for that privilege. He knows when his wife is packing her bags she’s going away with a man but has no idea when she will return because that’s up to her lover, not her husband.

A real cuckold enters into a fractional marriage. It’s like owning a share of a top of the line private jet. You just have to be patient to wait your turn to get a chance to ride on it.

A real hotwife doesn’t rely on her husband to help choose a lover, all she has to do is give a glance to an interesting man in a restaurant or a bar and she’s gone for a night. She doesn’t expect her husband to wait up for her because she’s not going to come home until she gets what she wants. It may be the next day or longer before she’ll see her husband again.

I’ve been successful enough to spoil my wife and give her a life free from the responsibility of a career. At the same time, that has given her the freedom to get into trouble and she does that very well. The problem is men fall head over heels in love with Nancy and she has trouble dealing with that.

I’ve had more than one phone call from a lover of Nancy’s telling me he is fucking her and wants to take her away from me. The first time I was speechless, humiliated, and embarrassed. There was a power dynamic taking place that caught me off guard. He wanted to rub my face in the fact that he was cuckolding me.

I’ve had mothers call me to complain about Nancy and their sons and wives call me to tell me that she is fucking their husbands. I’ve been turned away at pubs because my wife behaved notoriously there in the past, without my knowledge.

The truth is that Nancy is beautiful enough to get away with what other women couldn’t. Men forgive her for her past because they want to be the next lover in her life. Their opinion of me is set in stone. I am the cuckold, and my presence is not appreciated. I am merely an inconvenient impediment to what they want.

Nancy is a self-admitted sex addict but, fortunately, is not self-destructive, so she can deal with her desires without causing harm to herself. She needs sex frequently and she craves variety. She has had group sex regularly during the early days of our marriage and I wasn’t a participant in any of those events. She pushed herself to the edge and gets off on double penetration. Her boyfriends share her with their friends.

I have chosen to marry a woman who is wild at heart and, if I tried to lead her back to a more conventional relationship, all I would get would be lies and evasiveness. I really didn’t have a choice. I was going to be cuckolded whether I knew it or not.

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