I'm a cuck, but my wife doesn't need my money. Sure, she's more comfortable because we have a two income household, and I do make more than she does, but she's very well educated and makes enough to live comfortably on her own income. If, God forbid, we were to split, she would also have childsupport from me. Financially speaking, she'd be just fine. Thankfully, my wife's needs are far more nuanced than a binary choice between money or big dick.
I love that
@BBBC called attention to
@lookingiansa1's separation of finances from the other components of a healthy marriage, because money is not what holds our marriage together. My wife does not stay with me because I'm financially successful, she stays with me because we've been in love for twenty years. She stays with me because we are each other's partner and primary emotional support. We parent as a committed team, we encourage and challenge each other to live our best lives, we help each other take the steps to achieve advancement in our careers, we celebrate each other's victories and support each other through setbacks and hardships. We bought a house we love, and prioritize finances to do what needs to be done in making it the home and household we want it to be. We travel together, we explore together, we sing together, we laugh together, and we cry together. Like any couple, we have arguments and struggles, but we respect each other's opinions and feelings and we never go to bed mad at each other. We hold each other close at night and kiss each other warmly each morning. Outwardly, we look like any happy, stable suburbanite couple, it's just that after that kiss, my wife may squeeze my nuts or smack my ass and say, "good morning, bitch! Go make me some coffee before the ******* wake up, so I won't be grumpy with them."
My wife doesn't cuckold me because she's lost respect for me. She does it because she loves me, and knows it turns me on. She kept me in chastity for nearly a decade before ever deciding to take the plunge and give in to her attraction to black men. Before chastity and femdom play, we basically just had a happy, open relationship, and were tourists in the local swingers and BDSM scenes. My point is that our relationship has evolved in ways that work for both of us, and we've never been unhappy with each other sexually. Humiliation is absolutely part of our sex life, but it's not because she thinks I don't deserve respect. She respects me enough to validate my deviant proclivities and explore my fantasies with me as I do hers.
I'm not going to try to tell you that everything's been sunshine and roses the entire time. We've had to talk through jealousy. There have been times when life's stresses, the challenges of pregnancy or many other factors have affected her libido, leaving me to process feelings of neglect, and those instances are at least as hard on her as they are on me. But we get through them with careful communication, patience, and mutual care. I'm also not going to tell you that cuckoldry, and in particular, cuckoldry involving dominant, well-endowed men of color, hasn't changed our sex life outside of her playdates. It absolutely has. It has meant less frequent traditional sex, but sexual activity as a whole has increased, because this is a thing we do together. Before she developed her taste for BBC, I definitely got to be involved in giving her more orgasms than I have recently. But she also doesn't have countless orgasms one on top of another for hours on end when she's not with a fit, hung, black man. There was more time spent going down on her when she wasn't getting fucked by someone else, and the occasions she'd unlock me to have sex were a bit more frequent than they are now. But she's also a more engaged Domme now that she's gotten to explore and develop her submissive side with other men. She's more creative in the ways she plays with me, teases me, and keeps me lusting after her. Having less frequent releases does affect one's stamina, potency and size, but that makes it easier for her to tease me and make it believable. I can't explain why I'm turned on by sexual humiliation, but my wife has become an expert in giving me the kind of breathless thrill a submissive gets from being subjugated, without causing me to worry that she loves me less or that I'm going to lose her. She is an extraordinarily kind person, and doesn't have it in her to be mean or harmful to others in a truly damaging sense, so being utterly cruel to me during some of our sexual play is actually an expression of her love for me.
Through my masochism, she's found she enjoys a bit of sadism, and through my desire to see her fucked by bigger men, she's discovered she's undeniably got a side to her that's a total size queen. After years of my total worship of her body, she decided she wanted to feel what it was like to worship another man's body, and we both discovered that the fact that it drove me crazy with jealousy and lust turned both of us on. It is hard to watch her do things with others that she's not inspired to do with me; I rarely get any kind of oral attention from her, and when I do, it's usually perfunctory, degrading, or involves a bit of bondage and a lot of biting or teasing. In contrast, she'll drop to her knees every single time she sees a strong, black lover, worshipping his cock with a level of devotion we never knew she had in her before. She used to say her jaw got tired after a minute or two of sucking my average dick, but now she challenges herself to deepthroat guys twice my size, for as long as they want. I have video she and her first regular bull took when I wasn't present, in which she stopped sucking his cock and teared up for just a moment, saying, "my husband wants me to suck him like this so badly, and I've never wanted to." But she quickly wiped the tear away, smiled, and said, "but, I sure don't want to stop sucking you!" These days, the only times she tears up while giving head is when a guy with a big black cock fucks her throat until her gagging makes her makeup run down her cheeks.
When something my wife does feels like too much for either one of us, we talk about it, check with each other to make sure our partner is ok, make any necessary adjustments and affirmations, and go back to our journey together. Such a pause was definitely needed the first time I saw that video of my wife realizing another man was making her do things she didn't want to do with me. That first bit of jealousy I felt wasn't the fun kind. I felt fragile and vulnerable. But she held my head to her breast and asked me something profound enough I've written about it here before. She asked, "is he really taking anything from you that you ever actually had? Or is he showing us both a side of me we never would have seen without his help." Once she'd helped me process those emotions and assured me everything was ok, she added it to her repertoire of ways to get my pulse racing, and learned she loves the naughty rush she gets from hungrily devouring a huge cock. I haven't cum in her mouth in years, but I've watched her beg other men to do so. The closest I've ever gotten to splashing a drop of cum on her face in the twenty years plus that I've known her was when she teased my caged cock between her tits so relentlessly that I finally squirted unceremoniously on her neck, bulging painfully through the bars of my cage. But I have pictures of her grinning from ear to ear, with her face covered in tears, slobber, and another man's jizz.
So to get back to the original question, it's hard for me to imagine wanting my wife to stop fucking black men. Watching the woman I love so dearly experiencing mind-blowing ecstacy is intensely erotic to me, and with all the other elements involved in our cuckold adventures, I've also gotten to experience more of my fevered fantasies than I ever did before. But despite that fact that I get to see my wife becomming my favorite porn star, and get my rocks off serving my Queen every day, and get leant out to other dominant ladies when my wife wants to pimp me out to be pegged or spanked, show off my obedience training or my oral skills, and I'm not insecure about my worth as man or a husband, and our adventures together have so far brought us closer together and kept our love and lust growing rather than diminishing, I must admit that this much is true: our cuckold lifestyle choices may mean I just don't get as many blowjobs as I sometimes wish I did, and I may not get to fuck her often enough to build my stamina back up to where it was before she locked me up and started making fun of my dick. But hypothetically, if any of those things (or anything else, for that matter) ever started to cause us any kind of real problems, we'd stop and take care of our marriage, just as we've always done. On the off-chance I become so insecure that I decide I need to be more in control, maybe we'd learn to switch. Maybe my wife would be inspired to give me that cock worship I've never experienced, if I told her to do it with the right kind of authority in my voice. Maybe we've awakened an incurable size queen within my wife, but I have a fist she's yet to take. Lord knows I've taken hers, maybe someday it will be her turn for a real stretch. Since I can't imagine suddenly wanting to tell my wife to stop doing something that makes us both happy, I don't know exactly what whatever comes next would look like, I just know we're both committed to making sure we're both happy and our relationship is strong. We're sapiosexual in the truest sense of the word. Exploring the complexities of each other's desires and all the psychological nuances involved in fulfilling them is our passion, and being loving and supportive partners to each other is our top priority.
