Option: Your Cuckhold/Cuckquean Fetish

It was to be the fateful day when you finally told your wife the secret you long kept from her. A secret fantasy that you’d kept buried for years, not telling a soul. A fantasy featuring someone else, someone more dominant and {if Male = true}handsome{endif}{if Female = true}sexy{endif} then you, fucking your wife. Meanwhile, in this fantasy, you were left on the sidelines, totally unable to do anything about it.{if Normal = true}{if Male = true}

(Normal) For you, it was about the idea of feeling inferior. Of having a man who was smarter, stronger, superior, swoop in and take your wife from you. You would be powerless to do anything but watch it happen.

His flirting would be magnetic, while yours was awkward. His sexual technique would be overwhelming while yours was merely fine. Against such a man, she would be helpless…and you would be just as helpless to stop it from doing it. Just not good enough.{endif}{if Female = true}

(Normal) For you it was about the idea of feeling inferior. Of being **** to sit on the couch, bowing your head, while an impossibly beautiful woman seduced your wife. Of knowing how this superior woman was wrapping your wife around her little finger. She’d be a goddess in the flesh, the sort that just takes whatever or whomever she wants. Against her charms, your wife would be utterly helpless.

And how could you compete with such a woman? She’d be gorgeous while you’re plain. She’d be magnetic while you’re boring. She’d be radiant while you’re forgettable. And the worst, most humiliating part, would be that she wouldn’t even notice you. She’d make your wife into her little toy, while you were left ignored. A beta bitch rubbing yourself to your own defeat.{endif}

Of course, how could you have told anyone about these thoughts? If you did, people would just tell you that you were down on yourself. That you didn’t have to worry about it. Maybe they'd say you were off for obsessing about something like that. How could they understand that it was not only constantly in your head…but had metastasized into nothing less than an overpowering desire?

Telling your wife had become an internal struggle. On one hand, you wanted to share this part of you with the most special person in your life. But, on the other hand, surely that would make her think less of you?{endif}{if Meek = true}{if Male = true}

(Meek) It was always about power. The idea of being **** to sit around, only able to watch, as a dominant man bent her over and had his way with her. Sometimes, in the fantasies, he made the emasculating demand that you watch. But, sometimes the fantasy instead involved being tossed out of the room, so he could show her what a “real man” was like.{endif}{if Female = true}

For you it was about power. Being made to sit meekly in the corner while a prettier, taller girl **** your wife to her knees and made her tongue into a toy. Sometimes, in your fantasies, you were allowed to watch and rub yourself at the sight, like the beta bitch that you were. But, sometimes, you were **** to sit in another room and squirm, imagining a “real woman” giving your wife pleasure that you could never hope to match.{endif}

Regardless, the prospect of telling another soul about such a humiliating kink was anathema to your being. What would people think about you if they knew you were into something like that? Whether or not to come clean about it to your wife had been a struggle that you wrestled with for a long time,{endif}{if Romantic = true}

(Romantic) If there was any kink that would be ironic for you to hold, it was this one. Being a devoted lover was part of your identity. The thing you yearned for most outside of the bedroom was a woman who would love you as much as you loved her. Yet, in your dirty mind, the fetish you couldn’t escape from was a desire to have that same woman at the mercy of another. Being used and fucked at that person’s mercy.

At times, you’d wondered if that is why you found the fetish so appealing. If for you to truly feel humiliated, it had to strike something you found important. What could be more degrading for a romantic than a cuckold fetish?

You had planned to leave those thoughts a fantasy. To keep them buried deep down in a secret part of your heart never to be set free. But, as the years went on, you found yourself grappling with it increasingly often. An increasingly vocal side of your mind insisted that you could trust your wife. That she would accept even this secret, perverse part of you.

Maybe she would even like it too…{endif}