She was very serious and I knew it. I did not protest because the thought of being a cuckold for life was more erotic than anything I had ever known. Somehow the humiliation , the angst, even the embarrassment of not being man enough for her sexually is deeply erotic for me. I guess they call that the cuck DNA, I have it. Sometimes we three will just be watching TV and she'll snuggle up to him with a blanket. Soon I can see her hand stroking him under the blanket and I know she has his BBC out. I've watched her give him a blow job right next to me and he had her mount him while he sat on our couch, she rode him and orgasmed until he shot his load in her. The whole time she ignored me until they were done and then I was fed. I've accepted it, she will cuck me for life but I love it.