The Beloved Cuckold

This story is written in UK English, which means anyone thinking this is riddled with spelling mistakes needs to get out more!
I was tempted to post it in Loving Wives but have decided on fetish in a probably fruitless effort to escape the "real men" both named and anonymous who seem to populate that section waiting for some hapless fool to publish something they can despise.
This has no burnt bitch and not a hint of reconciliation, so nothing much happening then, right? Well read it if you want to find out.
I'm also trying to write from a woman's perspective and not sure how I will get on with that, Ellen is very much a loving wife, so I'm sad to place her out of her comfort zone.
Anyway, it's quite long so give it a miss if you tire easily and enjoy or hate at your leisure, it's your choice, thanks for reading, all opinions welcome.
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My name is Ellen and I cuckolded my husband, Jack, and whether you chose to believe it or not I love him, every bit of him and even his kinky side that has brought us bought a lot of pleasure for a while, but before we get into that, let me tell you a little about us.
When this started I was 27 him 29, we weren't a college romance, we met working in a bank 6 years ago, in our early twenties. Initially in the same branch then after we married, two years later, working in different branches in our home city. We bought a small house together and settled into married life, expecting it to go along the normal lines most people follow, a bit of fun time then think of when we were ready to have a family, then an expectation of a larger home, a loving trusting marriage and eventually old age and grandkids.
We were a conventional romance, no hint at all as to what we would become. Jack wooed me in bars, restaurants cinemas, dance clubs, everything most people do and of course there was sex. We were both really into each other physically and although neither of us was the others first, neither of us had dozens of partners. In fact, the subject of earlier lovers was mentioned but we never got really into it in detail.
Like many people we had a good circle of friends and a small group of close friends. We socialised a good deal with both groups and there was a fair bit of crossover between these groups and regular things that the guys did together, us ladies did together and of course that we all did. There was never any great friction between any of our friends though of course some people were closer to certain people as always happens.
Life was pretty good; our jobs would not make us rich but paid the bills and a decent lifestyle.
It was about 3 years into our marriage when things changed and as often happens it was something careless that sparked the change. I'd booked some time off one day, own whereas Jack went to work as usual. Jack had had a long weekend away with buddies, so I had some time I knew I'd have to take on my own and fancied a day off.
I was having a slow restful breakfast when I decided to check out a present online for Jack's upcoming birthday.
We shared a laptop at home and when I turned it on, to my surprise it hadn't been closed down properly the night before and there I was looking at a browser with 12 pages open, all porn, some videos and some stories.
Jack and I were no strangers to porn, we'd used it together quite often usually standard sucking and fucking, so the fact that Jack had been looking at porn without me neither shocked nor angered me. Fairer to say, I was fascinated to see what he looked at without me.
What did shock me a little was that every page, every story and video was about cuckolds the unknowing cuckold, but that was not my concern right now.
From my female perspective, the unwilling really were pathetic because they may not have liked it, but they did the clean-up anyway, where was the manliness in that. WTF, why did they not just get out of the relationship. I'd have to think about that, perhaps there could be circumstances where a man might hate it but felt the need to stay for some reason. I couldn't figure it out.
The willing however seemed OK to me, yes unconventional and I hadn't yet got my head around the whole concept but they were into it, took pleasure from it and the appearance in these movies was that both husband and wife got something out of it that satisfied both of them, perhaps different things, but yes, sexual satisfaction for both.
Of course, these were mostly scripted professional movies mainly, so not real life but there were also amateur movies where all parties seemed really into it and some of these did appear to be truer.
Honestly, Boğaziçi Escort the thought of someone going down on me after I'd been fucked made my panties a little fruity. I don't know if guys understand how sex is for a woman but a lot of the time, when the guy cums, the show stops and us women are left high and dry, often left to resort to rubbing one out in the privacy of the shower. It's an unfair world, so the idea of someone bringing me off with their mouth after I'd been fucked seemed appealing. Very appealing.
Next, I read some stories, they were on Literotica, and most were in a section called Loving Wives although many of the stories were anything but loving between spouses, and some stories were in other sections including Fetish. I even read some comments and found it funny that a large section of people I assumed were men wanted to make clear that they despised the cucks. My first thought was, hey man, why the fuck are you reading it in that case? Methinks they doth `protest too much... wasn't it old Bill Shakespeare wrote that?
Anyway, like the movies, the central theme was the husband either watching his wife and her bull or waiting for his wife to return from a date and then going down on her and cleaning her lover's cum from her pussy and making a show of eating it. Like the videos almost all these stories had a theme of humiliating the cuckold through both word and deed.
Some of the humiliations we heavy, in some cases either then hot wife or bull would simply taunt the cuck verbally, in some case mild hitting or slapping. In some stories either or both would piss on the cuckold in different ways or he would be forced to lick one or other or sometimes both of their assholes. Some cucks would suck the bull's cock before or after he fucked the guy's wife. So many variations and in all cases the cuck really got off on the humiliation even if it was clearly a tough thing to cope with at the time. Often the cuckold had his cock locked up in a cage. I wondered how awful that must feel when presumably you mind was really turned on?
I really started to wonder given so much centred on humiliation whether it was something that Jack was into but too worried to share with me. There was only one way to find out. It had been an interesting morning and guess what? Yeah, a lot of it turned me on and yes, I did rub one out... in fact twice.
That evening when we had finished dinner, I used a classic line from the stories, "Honey, we need to talk." Unlike most of the stories Jack didn't immediately get a look of panic, I guess it's just a writing device to move stories forward.
"OK honey, what about?" Jack responded without an apparent care in the world, which I was glad of, I was afraid that "those words" would spook him like the stories, but nothing at all. I hoped that was because he knew how much I love him and would do nothing to hurt him.
So, I told him that I'd had a very interesting morning after finding he had left the laptop open last night and that I'd spent the morning watching and reading what he'd browsed and, wanting him to know I wasn't annoyed about what I'd found, admitted I found it all quite a turn on. Jack had the biggest blush going that I'd ever seen on him.
"Oh fuck Ellen, are you sure you are not mad at me?"
"No Jack, not at all mad, I'm really interested about something you are interested in but never mentioned to me. Did you think I would be disgusted?"
Jack gave me a half-smile and said, "Not exactly. but you saw the subject that turns me on, I was afraid that you'd think less of me."
"Are you crazy Jack, I love you to bits, you are a great guy and a great husband, nothing could make me think less of you but I am truly interested to know more about this and where it might fit into our relationship, do you want it to be a part of our sex life, you certainly seem fascinated, do you beat off to that stuff often? What attracts you to it? Is there something to do with the humiliation side of it? Tell me babe."
Jack got redder and redder, he was finding it tough to talk about it, he was very uncomfortable, but I could see that he understood I wasn't judging him and that I was at the very least interested to know more about his feelings on the subject. I thought it would make sense to make it as easy as possible for him to talk so I told him that I'd read and watched for 4 hours that day and that I'd masturbated and cum twice.
That seemed to lighten his load, so to speak, so he opened up a little.
"Ellen, I've fantasised a lot about the subject, about you fucking other guys, about me eating Escort Boğaziçi their cum out of you, about being treated like shit by both of you but, it's been just my dirty little fantasy, I'm really not sure that I would or could go through with it in real life."
"OK, let me ask you some questions about it because I'm kind of turned on by the subject. One of my Ex's had a cock about 8 inches or so and really thick, he turned out to be an asshole, but I loved his cock. It was the only big one I've ever had, everyone else I've had sex with have been mainly about your size or smaller. Your cock makes me very happy but just occasionally I think I would love that full feeling again and that's what turned me on watching this morning."
"The colour didn't matter but I do think there is something very sexy for the watcher about the contrast in skin tones and some of those black guys cocks... well they were obscene. I'm not sure I could handle those but trying sounds interesting," and I laughed, again trying to keep him comfortable and the subject light.
"So, tell me, the idea of eating the bull's cum, does that get you going?" Jack nodded. "Have you ever tasted cum?"
"Not really... well, I have licked a finger after beating off, just to see what it tasted like" he said.
"I'd imagine a lot of guys have done that Jack, and did you like it? Did you have more than a lick, did you ever clean your hand and did you ever wonder what it would taste like mixed with my juices?"

He looked embarrassed and said he wasn't disgusted by the taste but it didn't taste great