I think people often get a skewed view of cuckoldry because it’s always described by people who found great success and pleasure from. Those for whom it was a disaster, or even just decided it wasn’t for them don’t often frequent blogs like this, or talk about it much.
My Queen and I have been in the lifestyle for just over a year now. She has fucked two Bulls, and fooled around with a woman once. She has one regular Bull whom she services weekly, and has informed me that her Bull now owns her body. Before her Bull I was the best sex of her life, but I can’t even begin to compete with this guy. He fucks her for hours, and to more orgasms than she can count. By the time they finish there’s not a dry spot to be found on a king sized bed.
For her there are no regrets, nor second thoughts. For me, however, things aren’t quite so definitive. As a cuck, my greatest pleasures are intertwined with my greatest pains. I both love, and dread her encounters with her Bull. I’m ecstatic at her pleasure, and her newfound sluttiness, and pride in being a slut, but I’m also dismayed that her slut training and new skills she has received from another guy.
It’s…complicated, and NOT for the faint of heart. Sometimes I love being a cuckold, but at others, I wish we had never pursued cuckoldry.
When the pain, and jealousy become too strong, the only thing I have found that relieves my distress is to stop trying to avoid it, and just to double down on it, and embrace my status, surrendering a little bit more of my position to her new Bull and Master.
Suffice it to say, it’s not for the faint of heart, and is nothing if not perilous.