As an aspiring cuckold husband, I am fascinated by the pussy-free dynamic. I am curious to hear from experienced pussy-free cuck husbands - how long did it take your wife to become exclusive with her bull? Was it specifically talked about before hand, or did it just naturally evolve? Thank you for sharing!
So I am 35 and my girlfriend is 30, we've had a few bulls and another hopefully soon but one was older, one was similar age and the next is also a similar age.
Anyway I'd really like to see her with a younger guy like 18-22 around that range. I have no idea why I like the thought of that but I do.
Is that odd or has anyone else had something similar? Thanks
Lately wifey and I can’t shake the itch of wanting to be part of a broader cuck community. Just recently we got into more conventional swinging (if there is such a thing lol) and the scale of that community is so exciting and overwhelming! We’ve been welcomed by so many amazing personalities and keep finding new ways to amp up the kinky play.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if we had the same sort of spaces and socialization for cuck couples? Think clubs, events, bar/cruise/hotel takeovers, casual meet n greets, bull speed dating, cuck playrooms & dungeons tailored to this community’s connections other kinks (chastity, exhibitionism, sissification, bondage/BDSM, cum play etc.)
Just imagine! After a long week at work you and the wifey head to your room booked at the cuck resort, a handsome man or ambassador couple brings you to your room with a welcome goody bag of condoms, lube, temp tattoos, cuck and hot wife labeled name tags. Wifey slips into her fav set, locks you up and then leads you around and in front of all her different options for the nights bull while other couples encourage her and tease you.
Does that sound like something you’d want to be a part of? What sort of cuckolding event WOULD interest you IRL? Do yall already have some version of this near you?
Being a cuck is not like I imagined. I am a macho muscular guy, very confident (some would day arrogant). I presumed my wife would go for a better looking or more macho version of me. This hasn't been the case. She has gone for younger more lean guys, many are much less macho than me. it has been eye opening and makes me wonder if I was different to what my wife's real type was or she is just enjoying the difference now..
Hello everyone new cuck here and would love to chat to any experienced cucks or anyone looking to chat with other cucks
Any real cuck husband interested in Genuine cuck to cuck chat???
So to preface, I’m still quite new to this kink. For me at the very start, it felt like a just a sometimes kink when jerking off or fantasising when with my gf. It was something I could switch on and off depending on my mood or if I had some spare time. But over time (maybe about a year or so), it feels like it started seeping into how I see myself.
It makes me wonder where that the line actually is, as it now shapes my thoughts a lot more often, when I’m doing whatever it may be in everyday life.
I haven’t actually been cucked yet, but am curious if this will either fade back into just a sometimes kink or it starts to occupy a bigger role.
For those who have been cucked, did it stay compartmentalised for you or did it evolve into something bigger? I’m especially interested differences in 1st being cucked vs 100th time as well..
Around 8 years ago, we did a lot of things together with my wife(gf at that time) and my best friend.
Everything started as double handjob and evolved into him having sex with her whenever he want, even without me around.
Everything was perfect, but time never stops and he has found a gf and even married her.
Later he divorced and went to service in army.
During all these years I asked wife to try some things again. Any variations, everything, but she refused all my suggestions.
2 month ago, my friends came back into our town. He had a vacation and visited us for a few drinks.
Evening ended by him fucking her in our bed and cumming on her face.
After this, he visited us 3 times more. 2 times a he did him blowjobs and one time he fucked her on kitchen table while I was drinking wine and watching.
Now he is far away again and I asked her to invite a new man again, AND SHE AGREED!
I become the happiest man ever!
We have another friend and she already did him a blowjob in his car. Today we’re waiting him for a dinner and hope that it will lead us where we want ☺️
32m, United States.
For as long as I can remember, something inside me felt different.
I didn’t have a word for it. I didn’t have a framework for it. I just had this feeling — persistent, confusing, and completely without context — that lived in me like a quiet hum I couldn’t turn off. As a kid I didn’t understand it. As a teenager it got louder. And for years I just carried it around with me, unnamed and unexplained, like a weight I didn’t know how to put down.
It felt like drowning sometimes. Slowly, quietly, in a way nobody around me could see. You smile, you go about your life, you do all the things you’re supposed to do — and underneath all of it is this thing you can’t explain and can’t shake and can’t talk to anyone about because you don’t even have the language for it yet. That’s a particular kind of loneliness. The kind that doesn’t come from being physically alone but from feeling fundamentally unknown — even to yourself.
I think the hardest part of those early years wasn’t the feeling itself. It was the silence around it. There was no one to ask. No conversation to point to. No moment where someone sat me down and said, “hey, some people feel this way, and that’s okay.” It just lived in me, unnamed and unexplained, and I lived with it the only way I knew how — by pretending it wasn’t there.
That worked for a while. Or at least it felt like it worked. The truth is it never worked. It just went underground.
Then one day, almost by accident, I stumbled onto a word. Cuckold. I’d seen it before in some vague context and moved past it. But this time something made me stop. I looked it up. I read about it. And somewhere in the middle of that research something shifted in my chest — that specific feeling you get when something you’ve been searching for without knowing you were searching finally comes into focus.
That was it. That was the word. That was me.
You’d think that moment would feel like relief. And in some small way it did. But mostly what it unleashed was shame. Because now it had a name, which meant it was real, which meant I had to actually reckon with it. And reckoning with it meant confronting everything I had absorbed over the years about what a man is supposed to want, how a man is supposed to feel, what desire is supposed to look like. None of what I felt fit any of that. And so the shame came — not gently, but all at once, like a dam breaking.
I spent years in that shame. Years of pushing this part of me down, telling myself it was wrong, telling myself I was broken, cycling through phases of leaning into it and then recoiling from it with equal force. I’d explore it for a while and then feel so much disgust — not at the kink itself but at myself for wanting it — that I’d try to shut it off entirely. Of course it never stayed off. It never does. Because you can’t turn off who you are. You can only exhaust yourself trying.
The shame was insidious in the way all internalized shame is. It didn’t just affect how I felt about this one part of me. It colored everything. It made me feel like I was hiding something fundamentally wrong with myself from everyone around me — my friends, my family, my wife. It created this distance between the version of me the world saw and the version of me that existed underneath. And living in that gap is exhausting in a way that’s hard to describe until you’ve done it.
What finally cracked it open wasn’t one single thing. It was a combination — the slow accumulation of being tired of fighting, the growing realization that suppressing this wasn’t making me a better or healthier person, it was just making me a more closed off one. It was my wife — her openness, her willingness to meet me where I was, her refusal to make me feel like a freak for being honest with her. It was the gradual, reluctant understanding that the war I was waging inside myself had no winner. That I could keep fighting and keep losing, or I could just… stop.
So I stopped.
And what happened when I stopped was not what I expected. I expected chaos. I expected the shame to win. Instead what I found on the other side of acceptance was something I hadn’t felt in longer than I can remember.
Peace.
Not excitement, not relief, not even happiness exactly. Just peace. The particular stillness that comes when a war ends. When you’ve been bracing for impact for so long that you’ve forgotten what it feels like to just stand still and breathe. That’s what acceptance felt like. Like something that had been clenched inside me for decades finally let go.
I am a cuck. That is part of what I am. It doesn’t make me less of a man, less of a husband, less of a person. It doesn’t mean I don’t love my wife — it means I love her in a way that includes this, that has room for this, that is actually richer and more honest because of this. It took me the better part of my life to be able to say that without flinching.
I’m writing this because I know I’m not the only one who has felt that drowning feeling. Who has carried something unnamed for years, something that felt too strange and too shameful to bring into the light. If you’re reading this and you recognize yourself in any of it — the confusion, the isolation, the shame, the exhaustion of fighting something that was never going to go away — I just want you to know that the peace on the other side of acceptance is real.
It took me long enough to find it. But I found it.
And it was worth every hard step to get here.
28M married from India.
- Wife is the sexiest woman out of all my friends wives. I am a photographer.
- I like people to ask about her and be respectful and expect them to be patient while I talk about her
- I don't want to be the one revealing things about her but I want people to ask and be curious
- I tried sharing pics of wife with people. Took so long to find right people chatted a lot and ended up with 2 respectful, gentlemen with sexy wives out of hundreds that I tried talking.
- I couldn't share anything more than a cleavage pic but trust me - they enjoyed those pics way too much and craved for more. I am a photographer and click really good pictures of her. She is
- I realized I'm going down a rabbit hole and stopped
I don't want to try this again. So, don't ask for pics but happy to chat about things if anyone is into conversations more than pictures
Just wanted to share a bit about our journey and see if anyone else went from a balanced open relationship to cuckolding and how that transition worked for you.
My wife and I started swinging about 9 years ago and for most of this time we had threesomes with both men and women, and also played with other people on our own from time to time.
Being a beautiful woman, she always had a lot of success with men, and over time had many more dates than me.
It kind of bothered me at the beginning and made me feel a bit insecure, but for some reason I started to accept it and eventually find more pleasure that way, which led me to mention cuckolding to her.
She was a bit reluctant at first, worried about the whole "humiliation" aspect towards the cuck. She was not sure she would be comfortable with that.
We decided to take it slowly and have our first cuckolding session a bit "vanilla" : I would be there watching but no verbal or physical humiliation, no chastity, etc...
And she absolutely loved it. More than that, during the session she actually enjoyed teasing me a bit, and when we talked about it afterwards, she said she was eager to try more and had a lot of ideas : having the bull tease and humiliate me as well, peg me in front of him, have me taste his cum and clean her, use my chastity cage etc...
As cucks and hotwives, has this kind of evolution in the relationship happened to you too?
As bulls, have you seen that happen to new cuck couples you met?
I want to watch some cuckold porn with my girlfriend without them flat out being called 'cuckold' or 'hotwife' etc. But I still want them to be cuckold themed to get her reaction to the whole scenario. Does anyone know of any good videos like this?
So to keep the title short bulls, cucks and hotwives what physical traits have you noticed couples look for so height, dick size, builds, hair etc
And example of what I mean: 5’10, slim athletic build which I’ve found to not be quite what the Aussie cucks are after
Could be good for cucks who do read this to find a bull 🤷🏿♂️
No DMs if you want to comment please put it here that’s why I asked the question thank you and please share if you think someone might also find this interesting
Previously on the bull subreddit until it was taken down
I mean what you plan and what you do
I've lately been wondering if I could handle my wife staying the night with our third, and then recently he informed us in the group chat that he has a free night at a fancy local hotel to use up by summer. (My wife is a sucker for fancy hotels...) They've never fucked without me watching in some form, and he said it like it was for all of us. But I'm suddenly wondering if I even want to be there.
I bet she'd jump at the chance to go it alone with him. And I'm sure she'd bring me back a few audio recordings, which I enjoy so much. (She used to record them when fucking a previous guy at his place, but always came home right after.)
So I assume my choices and possible outcomes are (as is the case for every cuck in this situation):
A. I say no to the idea. Things stay the same.
B. I say yes. She falls madly in love with him and asks for a divorce when she gets home. (Kidding. Highly unlikely. But that's the ultimate fear, right?)
C. I say yes. She has an exciting and relaxing weekend with him and grows a little closer to him. But she appreciates and grows closer to me, too, because of it.
We've been so comfortable, happy, and amazed at where cuckolding has taken us, I'm curious to see if this heightens things even more. (Or will it ice them?) Then again, I haven't experienced any real angst in a long while and perhaps I'm itching to poke that bear again.
What do you all think? Any of you done this and regretted it? Or if you were happy after you did it, what kind of insights did you gain? Or tell me what you think of my hypothetical results, or offer a new one.
Thanks for the input.
(I'm expounding on a comment I made in a similar post that I couldn't stop thinking about.)
My girlfriend (f21) and I (m23) have been together for 2.5 years. About 6 months ago an older friend of mine (m33) hosted a small “get together” where 3 couples and himself were having drinks and playing board games. This friend of mine is married and his wife was not home. They have been quietly known for having threesomes and him being cucked by one of our other friends in multiple occasions. no one is supposed to know about this but we all secretly know.
When the night was starting to die down and everyone started to go to bed/leave, my girlfriend and I stayed up with my older friend listening to music and talking (a certain substance was also being used) I was sitting on the couch in between my gf and friend when I noticed my friend was looking at nude pics/vids of his wife on his phone (she is very hot btw)
It seemed like he was trying to make it obvious and show us but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it weird. My friend then brought up how his wife suggested a 3-way to him and he didn’t know how he felt. And then started talking about his wife’s boob job and asked to show us photos of before vs after, my gf surprisingly agreed and we sat there looking at the photos and the conversation started to turn sexual. He asked me if I would ever have a 3-way and I told him I don’t think I would want my girl with another man and he agreed. We kept talking and then he started showing us more photos of his wife and asked me if I would ever want my gf to get a boob job and I said “no I love my gf boobs” my gf agreed that she thought she had nice tits. We carried on the conversation and kept talking about sexual interests and such until my friend randomly asked my gf to show us her tits. This caught us off guard and my girlfriend looked at me with slight excitement in her face and out of instinct I shook my head no and she declined. My gf then fell asleep on couch and my friend and I continued talking about sex and he was showing me vids of his wife and him fucking and her playing with toys and I told him about our sex life and how I have a higher sex drive than her and have more kinks.
Don’t get me wrong, I would consider our sex life healthy but it’s pretty vanilla. My gf has told me that she really hadn’t enjoyed sex really until she met me so she is not very experienced. I also know she struggles with confidence and I can see her enjoyment when she gets attention from other men at bars/clubs.
Ever since that night I have not been able to stop thinking about how the night could’ve gone if I hadn’t said no. It turns me so incredibly on and I cannot stop fantasizing and masterbaiting to the thought of a MFM 3-way and her opening up sexually from a bigger cock and the sexual attraction from other men.
A month after that night I explained to her my fantasies about that night. She seemed open about it but said she didn’t think she would enjoy another man’s penis and is worried that I’m not protective over her and doesn’t understand why I would want her with another man. I told her that it’s more about her enjoyment but I understand and maybe the fantasy would fade….
It definitely has not faded but I cannot stop fantasizing about it. Do I open up to her again? and maybe suggest sexting with strangers online to explore it more or buying her dildos (she has never had one and gets embarrassed and says no if I tell her I will get her one) or should I just continue to keep it to myself.
Before you call me crazy: this is about consensual exploration between married partners, not cheating. Yes, our cultures scream "yeh sab kya hai?" Read anyway.
Ask yourself: Why do I want this? Can I handle real jealousy? Will I accept a permanent "no"? If not, stop.
Don't say "cuckold." Say: "We moved abroad to have choices our parents never had. I want us to be totally honest about fantasies." Let it sit.
"I have a weird fantasy. Please don't judge. Sometimes I get turned on imagining you with another man. Not because I don't want you – because I want you so much." Then shut up. Let her react.
Watch shows with consensual non-monogamy (You Me Her). Read articles on "hotwifing." No porn. Emphasize privacy – no aunty gossip.
If she says no at any point: "Okay, love you" and drop it. Pushing breaks trust.
Most wives will say no. Some will say maybe, then retreat. A very few say yes – those already trust you completely.
Be that husband first. If she says no forever, keep it a fantasy or decide if it's a dealbreaker. But don't cheat, don't pressure, don't destroy your marriage for porn.
You read this. You're curious. Now go talk to your wife – not about cuckolding, but about what she wants.
TL;DR: Months of trust-building, not a quick hack. Read the full guide in my profile if you want details.