Personally, I think that the purest and most long lived cuckold relationship is one where the couple have attained the three levels of love between them. That the wife's sexuality with other men is an extension of her sexuality with her cuck. That she uses her studs as surrogates for her cuck. The expressions that she uses, the things that she will do with her lovers that she would never do with her cuck are done to enhance his emotional release when he's finally allowed to let go.
Like what has been said before, erotic lovemaking is easy to do. I love the cocks that go into me. All they need to be is clean, large, thick, last forever and cum a lot and frequently. From the cuck's perspective, watching his wife be well fucked and then licking the lover's cum from her fulfills his physical lovemaking role.
But that's a pretty empty love life. One that's easily disrupted by a unique stud. It makes it easy for the wife to be distracted if all she has is erotic love. She needs more. They as a couple need more in order to survive as a couple with all this sex between one partner and outside others.
My husband is not only my cuck and sub, he's also my best friend. I trust him and respect him. he's a businessman in a tough industry. he makes solid business decisions that protect what he's built, and has maintained the jobs of those that depends upon him. he invests in them in terms of training and skills development, and providing seed money if they elect to go independent. he is also supportive of me in my business ventures, too. he raises my girls as if they're his own (they're not his). he also wants what's best for me. he's there when my bfs leave me; telling me that he wasn't worthy of me and encouraging me to look for another lover. he takes my whipping him when my lovers or some other male piss me off.
There's also the most difficult of all types of love here. Unconditional love. No matter that I spurn him and his seed as unworthy in impregnating me, he expresses his love to me and my children. he knows that they're not his girls, yet he loves them as though they were. his love for me is boundless. That I tell him to get my lover hard so that he can fuck me good brings him pleasure not through the act of sucking my lover's cock, but because doing it will make me happy when that cock is plunging into me. he asked me to marry him, and I accepted, and then told him that I had a date later that night. That we'll celebrate that night when I came home by letting him lick me clean. he was smiling knowing that I would always come home to him. Without him to come home to, my life would be pretty empty. I would simply be a slut.
I may have mentioned it here or somewhere else, but chrissy and I saw a movie "Of Gods and Men" a few months ago. It's about a group of monks in a remote village deep in Islamic territory. They had a symbiotic relationship with the town. The town provided labor for the order to help with selling and collecting honey, vegtables, etc. The monks provided jobs and healthcare for the town.
After a threat to the order was made by some fundamentalists, the monks were considering leaving. The town elders met with them and pleaded them to stay. One woman likened the monks and towns relationship as a bird and a branch. The bird flitters about gathering food, twigs, finding mates and doing all kinds of things, while the monks were the branches that were always there, always steady. She said, without the branch, the birds have no place to stand.
I am a bird. chrissy is my branch.
Like what has been said before, erotic lovemaking is easy to do. I love the cocks that go into me. All they need to be is clean, large, thick, last forever and cum a lot and frequently. From the cuck's perspective, watching his wife be well fucked and then licking the lover's cum from her fulfills his physical lovemaking role.
But that's a pretty empty love life. One that's easily disrupted by a unique stud. It makes it easy for the wife to be distracted if all she has is erotic love. She needs more. They as a couple need more in order to survive as a couple with all this sex between one partner and outside others.
My husband is not only my cuck and sub, he's also my best friend. I trust him and respect him. he's a businessman in a tough industry. he makes solid business decisions that protect what he's built, and has maintained the jobs of those that depends upon him. he invests in them in terms of training and skills development, and providing seed money if they elect to go independent. he is also supportive of me in my business ventures, too. he raises my girls as if they're his own (they're not his). he also wants what's best for me. he's there when my bfs leave me; telling me that he wasn't worthy of me and encouraging me to look for another lover. he takes my whipping him when my lovers or some other male piss me off.
There's also the most difficult of all types of love here. Unconditional love. No matter that I spurn him and his seed as unworthy in impregnating me, he expresses his love to me and my children. he knows that they're not his girls, yet he loves them as though they were. his love for me is boundless. That I tell him to get my lover hard so that he can fuck me good brings him pleasure not through the act of sucking my lover's cock, but because doing it will make me happy when that cock is plunging into me. he asked me to marry him, and I accepted, and then told him that I had a date later that night. That we'll celebrate that night when I came home by letting him lick me clean. he was smiling knowing that I would always come home to him. Without him to come home to, my life would be pretty empty. I would simply be a slut.
I may have mentioned it here or somewhere else, but chrissy and I saw a movie "Of Gods and Men" a few months ago. It's about a group of monks in a remote village deep in Islamic territory. They had a symbiotic relationship with the town. The town provided labor for the order to help with selling and collecting honey, vegtables, etc. The monks provided jobs and healthcare for the town.
After a threat to the order was made by some fundamentalists, the monks were considering leaving. The town elders met with them and pleaded them to stay. One woman likened the monks and towns relationship as a bird and a branch. The bird flitters about gathering food, twigs, finding mates and doing all kinds of things, while the monks were the branches that were always there, always steady. She said, without the branch, the birds have no place to stand.
I am a bird. chrissy is my branch.
