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Ex-Appeal, 2 chapter preview

Ex Appeal

By Paul Garland

 

A Cuckold Collection Novel

All rights reserved by the Author.

Contents copyright 2020 © Paul Garland and Cerulean Publishing

Chapter 1

“This is so romantic,” Alexandria said to me and she was right. I wouldn’t consider myself the most romantic of men in the world, but here, walking along the Champs De Mars in Paris, the Eiffel Tower glowing ahead of us in the early evening sunlight, I could feel the fizzing energy in the air that could only be called romance.

“It is,” I agreed, taking a step back for a moment to admire the view. The Champs De Mars was beautiful, a wide green space at the very heart of Paris, full of lovers, strolling along hand-in-hand, just like Alexandria and I.

I let go of Alexandria’s hand for a moment and she turned around to see why.

“You okay, Joe?” she smiled at me, dazzling me with that smile like she always did. Alexandria was beautiful, no one could dispute that. She was short and petite with a tight, slim body that drove me crazy and turned heads wherever we went. She wasn’t busty, her breasts were just a B cup but were perfectly shaped with delicious pink nipples. What I loved about her most was her oval face, blue eyes, elegant features and her luscious, long waves of brunette hair. At the moment, she had the tips dyed blonde, which set off her complexion exquisitely. I was the luckiest man in the world, but I’d need every bit of luck I had for what I was about to do next.

“My shoelaces are untied,” I told her. “You keep walking. I’ll catch up in a second.”

Alexandria studied me for a moment as I bent down and began fiddling with my shoelace. “Okay. Whatever.”

As soon as she turned her back on me, I quickly re-tied the shoelace I’d just loosened and then reached into my jeans pocket for the ring I’d bought.

Catching up with her, I tapped her on the shoulder. “Alexandria?”

When she turned around, I dropped down onto one knee and I think she thought my shoes had come untied again. “Joe, not again?”

Then she saw the box in my hand.

“Alexandria,” I managed to say over the sound of my heart thudding in my chest. “Will you marry me?”

She didn’t reply. She just put a petite hand to her mouth in shock.

A small crowd had gathered around us now, mainly tourists, some of whom were talking photographs.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” I pleaded to her after a few moments.

Alexandria looked around at the circle of watchers then turned back to me.

“Yes,” she said but she didn’t look as happy as I thought she would.

I stood up and took her into my arms and noticed with some relief that she was at least emotional. Her light blue eyes were damp as she stared into mine and then kissed me.

“I love you,” I said, my own emotions rising.

“I love you too,” she smiled, “But we need to go somewhere and talk. I didn’t expect this.”

I was about to ask her what we needed to talk about but just as I opened my mouth, a Japanese couple approached me and gave me a polaroid picture they’d taken of the moment.

“Arigoto,” I thanked them in my very basic Japanese, but then Alexandria’s arm looped around mine, drawing me away through the now dispersing crowd.

“Aren’t you going to put the ring on?” I asked. She hadn’t even looked at it properly and I’d spent ages choosing it. Gold, inlaid with a beautiful emerald.

“Wait until we’ve talked,” she told me as she dragged me into a nearby cafe where we sat down. “You might want to get us drinks,” she suggested and I began to sense that something was wrong.

“What’s up?” I asked, after getting us both a beer. “You’re not already married or something, are you?” I laughed. “I don’t see how. You’re only eighteen.”

I knew we were young. I was only twenty-one but we’d been together a while and I knew she was the one. I didn’t know how. I just knew. It felt right. I’d planned this whole trip just so I could do this. Propose to the girl I loved.

“That’s the problem,” Alexandria sighed, taking my hands in hers across the cafe table. “I’m only eighteen.”

“But you love me,” I pointed out. I was prepared for this conversation. I could handle it, I’d gone through it in my mind. “And I love you. We’ve been together long enough, you know how well we get on.”

“I know I said ‘yes’ out there,” Alexandra pointed out through the window towards where I’d proposed. “But I only said that so as not to humiliate you in front of all those people.”

“So, you’re saying ‘no’?” I said slowly, trying to comprehend. “Why?”

“I’m eighteen,” she shrugged. “I’m too young to get married.”

“Then why even be my girlfriend?” I scratched my head. “That’s a commitment in itself. If you’re not ready to settle down, then why even be in a monogamous relationship.”

“Because I love you,” Alexandria smiled again, her blue eyes twinkling in the candlelight from the lit candle on the table. “I love being your girl. But why can’t we just keep it at that for now? Talk about marriage sometime in the future, when we’ve lived a bit?”

“Lived a bit?” I repeated dumbly. “We can ‘live a bit’ if we’re engaged. We don’t have to get married straight away. We can have a long engagement and then when we do get married, I’m not saying we have to have kids right away or-”

“Woah there,” her hand clasped mine, squeezing hard. “Slow right down. Kids?”

“I’m sorry.” I realised I was getting carried away. This hadn’t gone to plan at all, not the way I’d envisioned it going.

“Oh, Joe,” Alexandria leaned forward, probably seeing the dejection in my face. “I love you. That’s a good thing, right? I’m having the best time here in Paris. Let’s not ruin it by falling out?”

“You don’t know how much I’ve put into this,” I said softly.

“I do and I appreciate it so much, I really do.” Alexandria looked at me, working out what to say. “Look, I’m going to come clean about something. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.”

“What?” Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse, it suddenly felt like it was going to get worse.

“It doesn’t matter,” Alexandria’s posture altered. She sat back from me, her arms folding across her chest.

“Yes, it does,” I said, reaching out towards her but she stayed leaning away. “Tell me.”

“It’s just...” she was shaking. What was wrong with her?

“Just what?”

“I don’t know how to say this,” she gazed at me, chewing her lip nervously.

“Just say it. Whatever it is.”

“Getting married is a big thing,” she explained. “Huge. I don’t feel ready. There’s too many things I want to do before I ever get married.”

“Like what?” I countered. This was okay. She was going back to the arguments I’d roughly planned out in my head. “Whatever it is you want to do, we can do it while we’re engaged. I’m patient. I can wait as long as you want to before actually getting married. I just want you to wear that ring. It’d make me the proudest man in the world.”

Alexandria looked down at the ring, taking it out of the box.

“It’s beautiful,” she gasped, seeing it properly for the first time. “But there are things I want to do that I can’t, if we get engaged.”

“Like what?” I questioned her again. “We’ll just be engaged. What does that change? There’s nothing you can do now that you can’t if we’re promised to each other.”

“Yes, there is.” She put the ring back in the box.

“I don’t understand,” I said but it was starting to dawn on me. “I’m not enough for you. Am I?”

“Yes you are. Look, when I get married,” Alexandria explained. “I want to do it properly. I want to be yours. I don’t ever want to cheat on you.”

“Which is a good thing,” I scratched my head, wondering where she was going. “What’s the problem with that?”

“So to me, getting married means sleeping with just one man for the rest of my life.”

“I get that,” I took a large gulp of my beer, slowly figuring it out.

“And I’m not ready to commit to that yet,” Alexandria said, then quickly took a drink of her own beer. “I’m sorry, Joe. I just don’t think I can go through life only ever having sex with you. There’s so much out there to explore. So many experiences to have.”

“So you want to break up?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“No!” Alexandria finally leaned towards me and seized my non-bottle-holding hand. “I love you. I don’t want to break up. I just can’t commit to marrying you while I’ve got this feeling - these urges - inside me. It wouldn’t be fair on you. If you want to break up though, then I understand.”

“Breaking up is not an option,” I swallowed deeply, my mind working hard to process what she’d just told me. “I’ve told everyone I was going to ask you to marry me. My family, my friends, they’re all waiting for me to ring them and tell them you said ‘yes.’ I was so sure you would.”

“I have an idea,” Alexandria suggested. “You’ll say no and probably dump me, but I guess this is kind of a make or break night for us. I don’t want it to be, but it kind of feels that way, now I’ve said what I’ve said.”

“You’re probably right,” I shrugged. “So what’s your idea?”

“Maybe we should have a short break from each other when we get home,” her hand was still squeezing mine. “Just temporary. Let me get a few things out of my system. Then, when I’m ready. We’ll get back together and we’ll get engaged. I promise.”

“I can’t do that,” I replied sadly. “When I tell everyone you said no, they’ll laugh at me. Not to my face, but they will. It’ll just make me feel shit.”

“I see,” Alexandria slumped forward, taking her head in her hands “Joe, I’m so sorry.”

Then I realised something from what I’d just said.

“When you said ‘get things out of your system’, you mean guys, right?” I asked. “You want to sleep with some other men. Experience the things you mentioned. Do all the exploring you need to do. That’s what you meant, right? Exploring guys, experiencing different men.”

Alexandria didn’t lift her head out of her hands. “Yes,” she said simply.

I was so desperate for her to say ‘yes.’ I’d do anything for this girl. There was a way. If she was willing to take it.

“What if I said that I will let you do that?” I asked, lowering my voice so no one in the cafe could overhear.

“What do you mean?” she replied, still not showing her face.

“Say ‘yes.’ Put the ring on. Let’s go home as an engaged couple and in return, I’ll let you do whatever you want. Do whoever you want. I don’t want to lose you. If it means marrying you, I’m prepared to let you explore and experience stuff.”

“Really?” she finally looked up, a curious look on her face. Her mascara was streaked around her eyes. She’d been crying. “But you’ll hate me.”

“I could never hate you,” I reached across and wiped at the mascara, trying to clean it away but only making it worse. “You do what you need to do and only when you’re ready will we actually start planning the ceremony.”

“What if it takes a long time?” she smiled weakly.

“I’d be lying if I said I’ll wait forever,” I smiled back, “But I’ll give you as long as you need.”

“You’d do that for me?” Alexandria asked. “Let’s just get this clear. You’ll let me have sex with other men while we’re engaged? We are talking about the same thing right?”

“If that’s what it takes,” I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but I was. “You’re worth it.”

Alexandria took the box, opened it and pulled out the ring. She grinned then let me slide the ring onto the third finger of her left hand.

“In that case,” she leaned in and kissed me. “Yes. I will marry you, Joe. Let’s do this.”

Chapter 2

The rest of our Paris trip was wonderful. The hotel we were staying at bought us a bottle of Champagne as congratulations and when I shared my news on social media all our friends and family were delighted for us.

We enjoyed our new ‘engaged’ status without bringing up the conditions she’d attached to it for several days until we got home but I knew that I’d have to raise the topic eventually because it was constantly playing on my mind the whole time, interfering with my ability to work and relax when home.

“Hey,” I greeted her when she came over on the Friday evening after we’d returned from France. We didn’t live together yet, but we saw each other almost every day and she’d stay over at the weekends, when neither of us was working. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Alexandria kissed me then looked over my shoulder. “What’s all this?”

She was looking at the Italian meal I’d cooked for us and laid out ready on the table for when she got here.

“I thought we’d celebrate,” I ushered her in and held a chair out for her to sit  in. Then I poured her a glass of her favourite white wine. “We haven’t really, since we got back so I thought it’d be nice.”

“That’s sweet,” Alexandria said, getting comfortable and then starting to eat as I joined her at the table. “My mum wants to throw a party for us next week. Would you be okay with that?”

I shrugged, helping myself to some garlic bread. “Yes. That sounds like fun.”

“Great,” she smiled. “I’ll text her now so she can get on with planning it.” Alexandria took out her phone and sent the message while we ate.

“There’s something I wanted to talk about,” I said after we’d moved on to the desserts.

“Sure,” Alexandria nodded. “Go ahead. This is lovely, by the way,” she added as she tucked into the tiramisu which I’d brought out of the fridge. I hadn’t made it, it was shop-bought but I didn’t tell her that.

“When we got engaged,” I started slowly, trying to figure out how to word this, “You didn’t say yes right away and-”

“Ah,” Alexandria put down her spoon for a moment, “Yes, I was thinking the same - that we needed to talk about that. I was kind of waiting for the right moment.”

“Me too,” I replied then pointed to the food on the table. “This seemed like as good a time as any.”

“You’re probably right.” Alexandra reached her arms above her head and stretched, suddenly seeming tense. “So what do you want to know?”

“What do I want to know?” I repeated her question. “Well, how you’re going to do what you need to do. I mean, are you just going to have sex with some other guys behind my back, or are you going to tell me when you’re doing it, or… well, I don’t know.”

“Okay,” she picked up the spoon and returned to eating her tiramisu, replying between mouthfuls. “As for how I’m going to do it, I guess it depends on the guy. When it comes to doing it behind your back, I don’t like you seeing it that way. I mean, you agreed to me doing it, right?”

“Yes,” I conceded, “But are you going to tell me who you’re sleeping with and when? It feels a bit strange, me not knowing.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d want to know?” Alexandria tilted her head and gazed at me, pushing the finished dessert to one side. “Surely, it’ll hurt if you know? I thought it’d be best to be discrete, so you have no idea what’s going on. That way, it’s sparing your feelings. It’s not going behind your back, it’s me trying to be kind.”

“Okay,” I finished my dessert too and got up to clear the pots away. “It’s just strange, I guess. It’s like I could be having sex with you one night, not knowing you had sex with another guy that same day or a day or two before.”

“What you don’t know can’t hurt you,” Alexandria said softly, joining me at the sink as I placed the plates into the bowl. “I promise if that’s the case, I’ll always have a shower and make sure there’s no way you could possibly know I’ve been with someone else. I’ll never let them give me hickeys or leave any marks or anything like that.”

“It’d just be a bit gross if-” I paused, wondering how to phrase what I was about to say, “If they’d finished inside you and then we slept together and…”

“Stop,” Alexandria grabbed me and twisted me around to face her. “Stop thinking about it. You’re overthinking everything. I’m so appreciative that you’re letting me do this. It means the world to me. I love you and want to marry you because you’re this person, kind and understanding enough to make this sacrifice for us. Please believe that. And just trust me. You do trust me, right?”

“Of course I do,” I sighed. “It’s just hard, you know?”

“I know. It must be tough,” Alexandria replied. “But it’ll be worth it, I promise.”

We didn’t discuss the matter any further until we were in bed that night. Alexandria was wearing just a nightshirt and the warmth of her as she cuddled up to me was enticing. I was about to kiss her and make a move but she stopped me.

“Before we do anything, do you want to check me - you know, down below?” she joked with a giggle, “Make sure I haven’t been with anyone today.”

“I think I better had,” I played along, sliding under the covers and in-between her parting thighs. It was too dark to see anything but I ran my hand up her slender thigh until I reached her shaven pussy, which felt smooth to the touch as it usually did. Alexandria always kept it completely shaven. I teased her small labia apart with my fingers and gently ran my tongue the length of her slit.

“Is it clean and pure enough for you?” Alexandria moaned as I reached her clit, giving it extra oral attention.

“I’m not sure,” I teased. “I think I need to keep checking to make sure.” Then I closed my lips over the hood of her clitoris and gently sucked on it, making her groan loudly as I kept doing it until she suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed back against my face.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she orgasmed. I pushed the covers back and pulled her nightshirt up, casting the dim light of the bedroom over her tight body and I stopped to appreciate her small tits before fucking her, then I slid my cock into her hot, wet hole.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered into my ear as I let my weight settle on top of her to fuck her.

“In a minute,” I closed my eyes and kissed her neck which always turned her on, then pumped my cock in and out of her, at first slowly, savouring the feeling of her tight pussy around me but then faster and harder.

“Cum inside me, Joe,” she coaxed me, her hands clutching at my ass, pulling me into her and I did, feeling my balls tighten and then my seed squirt out into her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t last longer,” I gasped, breathing heavily as I rolled back to my side of the bed.

“You never do last that long to be honest,” Alexandria teased me, then got up to clean herself up in the bathroom before going back to her question when she returned. “So, can I ask you something now?”

“Sure,” I closed my eyes, feeling that familiar post-sex tiredness wash over me as Alexandria climbed into bed next to me.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” she nudged me. “This is important. I need to know - when you find out that I’ve been with some other guys, are you going to go off me?”

“What do you mean?” I looked sideways at her. Even in the low light, I could see that something was worrying her.

“When I said about my pussy being pure and clean earlier, it made me think. When I’m not your ‘pure’ Alexandria anymore, when I’ve been with a few other guys, will you still love me the same?”

“You’re hardly pure really,” I chuckled. “Before me you had a few boyfriends, what was it? Three, four?”

“Four,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t call three of them boyfriends though, only really Jackson.”

“What were the others called again?” I said, trying to remember their names.

“There was Aaron, he was my first,” Alexandria recounted, “Then Nick but he was terrible, so we won’t go there. Then Jackson of course, who I went out with for six months, then Hunter just before you but he was only a one-night-stand.”

“So, that’s what I’m saying, you’re not pure and innocent.”

“But I’ve been pure while we’ve been together,” she countered, “That’s what matters, isn’t it? And once that’s gone, you might not see me the same way.”

“Are you suggesting we take a break again?” I asked, sitting up in bed.

“No!” Alexandria sat up too, pulling her nightshire down and folding her arms defensively. “That was why I offered it as an option to begin with, so you wouldn’t see me as a cheating slut or something. I don’t want you to see me that way. If you’re really okay with me doing this while we’re together, then that’s cool, but I need to make sure that you really are okay and not just saying it because you love me.”

“I really am okay,” I reassured her. I wasn’t, in truth. Part of me was letting her do this because I loved her and didn’t want to lose her, but I didn’t want to tell her that and make her feel guilty, or resentful towards me. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

“I love you,” she smiled and curled up next to me, one slender leg wrapping around mine.

“I love you too,” I replied. I did. Probably too much.

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New book out next week plus my Amazon wishlist!

With my new book, 'Size Matters' about to go live any day now, I've been encouraged to share my Amazon wishlist with you. I've been hit hard by the coronavirus lockdown financially, so if anyone is generous enough to buy me a gift off my list, here it is!
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Cover Reveal

As teased yesterday, here's the cover reveal for my new book, coming very soon: 'Size Matters.'


More information to follow very soon.

Hope you're all having a great day!

New Books Incoming!

So a silver lining to this enforced lockdown has been that I've had more time to write and work on future books and business projects and I've now got 10 new books that I'm working on and which will be coming out sometime this year as they're all in decent states of completion.

The 'Cerelean Erotica Presents' series is done at 6 books (for now) and No Angels series is coming to an end (for now) with book 6: Sarah's Shocking Secret, so I'm getting ready to move to a new rebrand for my books with a new look and 2 brand new series of books (also planned out for a 6 books each.)

My first new book isn't Sarah's Shocking Secret (that's a little further away than some of the others) but is instead the first of a new series called 'The Cuckold Collection' - a story which has gone through a couple of different iterations and working titles, namely 'A Matter of Inches' and 'Matters of Size.' However, I've settled on the more simply and straightforward title of 'Size Matters' - and I'll be revealing the cover tomorrow, with a bit of a luck.

The Cuckold Collection are aimed more at the 'cuckolded' aspect than most of my previous stories, dipping their toes into some areas of this lifestyle than I haven't previously explored. They're going to be longer than the Cerulean Erotica Presents stories, but not as lengthy as the No Angels series of books.

I already have the other five stories in the series drafted out and I can give you their working titles as a teaser. They are, in no particular order, 'Ex Appeal', 'Dark Curiosity', 'Cleaning Up', 'Access Denied' and 'Locked Away.' Can you guess the vague theme of each book?

Finally, my new bigger series to replace the No Angels novels in terms of my longer and more fleshed-out stories, is going to be called 'How To Get Your Wife To Sleep With Other Men' and will be unique in that it will be based around a single location; 'The Azure View Hotel Resort and Spa' and will feature a recurring set of characters including the resort's owner, Dennis Webb, an entrepreneur who had the idea of building a unique tourist hotspot where 'wannabe' cuckold husbands could bring their wives to be seduced. Each story will include a new couple of main characters and will explore how Daniel intends to see their fantasy through using his ingenuity and the resort's specialist locations designed especially for the task. The series will expand on Dennis's own story arc as it develops along with the other recurring characters and should be read in chronological order, unlike my previous stories.

I can't wait to complete the two books I'm currently working on so that you can read them, and I'm incredibly excited for you to read the new works that I have planned out.

I'd love any feedback anyone can offer on my ideas moving forward and if there's anything in particular you'd love me to write about, let me know and I might just include your ideas.

I hope you're all keeping well through this pandemic, wherever you are - thanks for reading this blog, thanks for reading my books and please stay safe!

Why do some men want to see their wives have sex with other men?

There are dozens of studies on the subject and several books written exploring the psychology of it, but I personally don’t think there is one single reason that covers everyone who shares the way you’re feeling.

One take on it is what I call the ‘personal pornstar’ idea. People like porn, right? We like to see others having sex. We usually like to see attractive people have sex. An attractive person relates to someone you like, and quite often, who do you find attractive and like more than anyone else in the world? Your wife. So, in this particular theory, you enjoy seeing your wife have sex because it’s porn - tailored to exactly your tastes and likes.

There are other more biological and evolutionary factors that some sexual psychologists insist are the reason behind cuckolding being enjoyable for some men. We have built into us a need to procreate and to send forward our DNA by copulating and creating offspring. But what if we think our own DNA isn’t as strong as others? What if some deep subconscious part of our brain feels inferior to other men - doesn’t it therefore make sense that it might trigger a response to instead create a desire for you to get your wife impregnated by a superior male - and then for you to raise that in-turn ‘superior’ offspring?

Another primal-themed possibility is that in the wild, back in our prehistory, our ancient ancestors did something that we can observe animals doing to this day. Certain species of animal, big cats to name but one, will sometimes deliberately mate with a female right after they have seen her being mated with someone else. By mating with them quickly, their penis will ‘scrape’ out some of the previous male’s sperm and instead replace it with their own. I’ve read an article which suggested that the raised ridge on the end of the human penis is designed to do just that - to scrape out the last man’s semen before replacing it with our own, also hence the repeated plunging of the penis into the vagina.
Finally, of course, there’s the obvious reason - that some are just more drawn to the ‘taboo’ - the rebellious side of our nature which simply wants to overthrow and defy the societal norms imposed on us by religion and cultural morals. What could be more ‘taboo’ (while remaining legal) than letting your wife have sex with other men and observing this ‘cruel’ humiliation for your own pleasure?

Either way, as I see it, if you, your wife and your ‘thirds’ all enjoy it - no one is getting hurt or abused - then what is the harm in exploring your fantasy. We only live once and you never know what is around the corner these days (coronavirus has only served to make this even more real to us all) so while that is a hedonistic and epicurean philosophy, if it’s what you want to do, then no one else has a right to tell you it’s wrong.

Don’t overthink things, be sensible, take the right precautions, communicate properly and often - and enjoy it!

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What is a Cuckold?

What is a cuckold? Another interesting article by the Cuckolding Consultant...Believe it or not, there isn’t one fully agreed-upon answer to the the seemingly simple question “What is a cuckold?”. The purpose of this mini-article will be to comprehensively yet cohesively define the word cuckold as a noun in a way that gives a nod to its historical definition yet also incorporates certain contemporary elements it has become associated with.cuckold (n) /ˈkəkəld,ˈkəkōld/ : a submissive man (or a man with a submissive side) who derives masochistic, erotic pleasure from his female partner having sex with another man.This definition has three key components. Let’s briefly break them down:A submissive man (or man with a submissive side)…You’ll notice that this definition requires a cuckold to be a man. That is not because women can’t have a reciprocal desire, but rather because women with a reciprocal desire have a different name.The “submissive” qualifier is necessary for two reasons.The first is that it helps clarify the fact that some men identify as inherently submissive by nature, and other men simply have only a part of who they are that can be or are submissive.The notion of parts is very important when it comes to human natures/identity; our true “identity” is composed of different parts of ourselves.The second reason for this qualifier is that it helps differentiate cuckolds from men who identify more as stags or hotwife husbands and who don’t consider themselves submissive in any way, but are still capable of deriving pleasure from their wives sleeping with another man. You can read more about the distinction between stags/hotwife husbands and cuckolds in the article I wrote here.…who derives masochistic, erotic pleasure…The erotic pleasure a cuckold gets has some element of masochism to it, but when I use the word masochism, I don’t necessarily mean he wants to be tied up and have physical pain inflicted upon him. Rather, the masochistic quality/element that infuses a cuckold’s erotic pleasure is more psychological and can encompass many auxiliary feelings (i.e. shame, humiliation, etc.)This component also implies that the man is aware of his wife’s infidelity; if he were not aware of it, he could not derive pleasure from it, and therefore would no longer be considered a cuckold as per this definition.…from his female partner having sex with another man.Notice this doesn’t require that a woman be married for her to “cuckold” her male partner.The line between officially being able to call oneself a “cuckold” without having any qualifiers (i.e. partial, emotional, financial, wannabe, gay, etc.) is drawn at sexual intercourse. If a man’s female partner has a sexual encounter with another man but this sexual encounter does not include sexual intercourse, he would not be a full-fledged “cuckold” according to this definition.This criterion precludes a man being a cuckold if his female partner has slept with another woman.Males cannot have sex with other males in the “vaginal intercourse” sense of the definition of sex, and therefore according to this definition wouldn’t be considered “cuckolds” in the same sense as men whose female partners have sex with other men. Rather, the qualifier “gay” would be prepended onto the word cuckold just like the words “wannabe” or “emotional” would need to be prepended onto the word cuckold if certain parameters of the above definition were not met.Now that we’ve taken a deeper dive into the three components of my definition of the word “cuckold”, it should also be noted that this definition makes no remarks about whether or not a man needs to be a willing and encouraging participant in his wife’s infidelity in order to be considered a cuckold.I am making it a point to say this because there are some in the community who would maintain that if a man encourages his female partner to sleep with other men, he is a wittol and not a cuckold. Although I am not disputing the differences in the historical/traditional definitions of the words cuckold and wittol, I currently do not see these differences as relevant enough to warrant the promotion or use of two separate words (such as I do with stags vs cuckolds) for reasons that have to do with the relationship I believe definitions should have with contemporary connotations and sentiments.

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