Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the reason I participate in a fem-dom marriage has something to do with unresolved angst for my mother or some such nonsense.  One thing I have learned as I have become older is there are some things in life that are not meant to be disected. 

Those people who know of my role as a cuckold husband often question my sanity.  Other people have simply cut themselves out of my life because they see what Olivia and I do as disgusting, immoral and it most certainly goes against just about every marriage vow there is!  When I attempt to explain that my participation in cuckoldry is the most meaningful gift a husband can give to his wife, eyes roll, jaws drop and heads violently shake from side to side.  I want others to understand that being a submissive husband is not a sign of a weak man.  Rather, it is just the opposite.  It takes a very strong hearted man to concede and step aside while another men enjoys fucking his wife.

Olivia is the kind of woman any man would die for.  I realize this seems biased, but this woman has continued to astound me for the past 15 years!  She is not only a natural, breathtaking beauty with her long, curly auburn hair, wide, doe-brown eyes, silky porecelin skin and seductive pouty mouth, but she is one of the most brilliant persons I have ever known.  Her physical beauty will draw you in, but it is her mind that will truly captivate you.  Sometimes she is wicked, other times she is the picture of logic and rationality; but all it takes is five minutes in her presence and you will know fully and completely that you have come face to face with a real-life Goddess.  She can talk with anyone about anything, make you feel as though you are the only person in the world or devestate you with her aloof and majestic demeanor.  This is a woman who knows how to get exactly what she wants and always does exactly that.

Olivia and I dated for four months before we ever slept together.  This wasn’t by any means, due to lack of effort on my part!  Liv somehow convinced me that if we waited the sex would be so much more intense.  She would allow me to suckle and caress her juicy, full breasts on occasion and would give me the world’s worst case of blue balls by grinding her clothed body up against my naked skin.  At first I figured she was a tease, but before long, I realized that there was a method to this woman’s madness.  She liked to be in control at all times and she let me know right at the beginning, any sex we had would be on her terms.  Call me crazy, but I became totally turned on by this and was willing to forgo any chance of sexual release with this woman as long as she remained in my life.  Maybe by that point, I was in too deep.  Even to this day, when it comes to the way I feel about Liv, I am still in so very deep. 

The day she finally let me fuck her was the day I knew for sure I could never belong to another.  Beautiful Olivia had me exactly where she wanted me.  And there wasn’t a think I could do about it.

What was especially memorable about the first time I had sex with my future wife was that for several days leading up to that fateful moment, she would ask me to jerk off in front of her.  She was like a scientist watching an experiment play out.  She observed my every motion, asked me constantly how mastubating in one fashion or another felt or affected me, and I swear, if I hadn’t opened my eyes from time to time, I would have thought she were jotting down points in a notebook! The thing that made this first true encounter between us even more intimidating was that this was for all intents and purposes, “D-Day” or as I affectionatley like to refer, dick-day, as in the day Olivia first took ownership of my cock.

My dick is not extremely tiny, but it is rather slender, measuring in at about 5 1/4 inches.  I had always thought I was average.  Liv never said anything outrightly insulting about my cock in those early days, but there was something about the devious smile that played on her lips that indicated to me this woman expected something more. While she had only slept with one other man prior to our dating, she later confided to me that his dick was ” a bit longer and wider around”.   When we finally had sex that very first time, not only was my stamina at its peak after masturbating for Olivia for a few days before the big event, but I also literally bent over backwards to make sure I sexually satisifed her–in more ways than one.

In the first 10 or so years of our marriage, our sex life was generally good.  Don’t get me wrong, there were definately some very hot moments.  Interestingly, the hottest moments during our so-called “vanilla years” were those in which Olivia was in complete and total control of my cock.  These were often times when she would “cut me off” from all sexual contact with her and instruct me to masturbate in front of her while she watched and teased.  In the heat of the moment, she would mutter things to me like, “Sethy poo, I love to watch you play with that cute little cock…it even reminds me of a little boy’s wiener” and as she would giggle and tease, I would practically lose it and explode.  Sometimes she would even keep me on edge and tell me not to cum for a certain amount of time and this drove me insane!  Eventually, when I finally was allowed to have an orgasm, she would coo and encourage me, reminding me that I was her “good little boy”.  Looking back now, I can see how these earlier moments were indicative of what was to eventually evolve in our relationship.

My wife is a prominent physician and a woman many people admire, men and women alike.  I am also an educated man with degrees in buisness administration and marketing and run my own succesful business in the entertainment industry.  Early on in our careers, we often were both quite busy and save for those semi-humiliating (albeit extremely erotic) masturbation sessions, I didn’t truly grasp what Olivia was capable of doing to me.

Its also quite ironic and yet it makes perfect sense that I would submit to Liv in nearly every possible way when it comes to our personal relationship.  In my business, I am the decision-maker; things are constantly moving at break-neck speed and while I wouldn’t trade my job for anything, it often extremely draining and tenuous.   Since I have become Liv’s submissive cuckold husband, things that used to eat me up at work just don’t have that hold over me like they did in the past.  I believe this is so much more than a coincidence.  I am at peace and am right where I should be, where I always was meant to be.   This would be at Olivia’s feet, worshipping her mind, body and soul, and revering her for being the Goddess she is.  Whatever might please her, I want to get for her.  And a few years ago, my Goddess told me she would like to start dating and fucking other men, I knew that this was something she would do, regardless of whether or not I concurred.

I am not going to lie and say the experience of my wife getting laid by other men was a dream come true for me in the very beginning.  Those first few times, when she went out on dates, I felt like I could crawl into a hole and die.  Still, despite my initial distress, those hours when I was home all alone and wondering what Liv was doing at that exact moment, were also some of the most erotic moments I had lived up until then.  Every time I imagined her date’s hands on her skin, or even his eyes oogling her beautiful bosom in the low cut V-neck dress she was wearing, my cock throbbed and the more I thought about Olivia engaged in some sexual act with her date, I could not resist jerking off.  It was a bizarre experience for me, torn between rage, sadness being extremely turned on at the mere thought of my wife bedding another man.   In those first few months, I found myself in a state of confused bliss a lot of the time.  Olivia was as happy as a lark, having wonderful sex on a regular basis with much more endowed men that I, and she was relishing this new found power of hers in every way imaginable!  Consequently, our own sex life really started heating up and once I got past the initial stages of jealousy and confusion, I knew there would be no turning back to the way things once were between us.  And I am here to tell you, I am the happiest husband alive for having joined my wife on this constantly titillating and immensely satisfying adventure in cuckoldry.