My Dearest Cuckolded Husband

My hubby asked that I blog about how I feel for him. I am not sure what he was aiming to get out of me~ Come to think of it, I do. I do, in fact, know exactly what he was aiming to get out of me. I doubt that this will be it though...

When a girl is still young and untouched by the harsh reality of life and love, she often envisions how her "one and only true love" will be. Whether that fantasy engulfs a white horse or something more resembling Clark Gable she always envisions a man that will make her heart go (as once quoted by my Sunday School teacher years ago), "pitter-patter-poppy-cock".

My husband is nothing like Clark Gable, and he surely does not ride a white horse. To the eye, my husband is nothing that any little girl would daydream into her future about. My husband is a red-blooded, unemotional, hairy, farting, scratching, nose-picking, football-watching man through and through.

On the other hand, my husband is, without a doubt, my very best friend. He is the complete complimenting opposite of myself, and when he winks at me~ my heart, my stomach, and everything in between literally goes, "pitter-patter-poppy-cock".

If you were to do a Google search using the key words: "cuckold" and "characteristics" you would (after sifting through all the virus riddled porn sites) come up with a compilation of information depicting the average cuckold as submissive, pathetic, small-dicked, and wimpy. These very characteristics are 'supposedly' the reason why a cuckoldress is able to, or has the reason to cuckold her husband.

My hubby may be the stereotypical disgusting man, but he is nothing like the stereotypical cuckold. My hubby is actually the exact opposite of the average cuckold characteristics except for one thing... My hubby realizes that despite his larger-than-average cock, insatiable appetite for sex, and valiant effort to please me, he will never be (in total) what I need, want, and crave.

This is what makes my husband a *true* cuckold.

Being that my husband is my best friend and accepts the inevitable (that I simply cannot be monogamous) our marriage of cuckoldry is not forced even in the slightest. This allows for a more open and honest relationship. Because our relationship is honest and open my hubby can be completely secure in his position as my husband. He knows, without a doubt, that although I may succumb to any number of other men, I will always love him as my husband.

Because my husband is not only secure in his position as my husband but also his manhood, I am able to actively seek out new relationships not merely based on carnal lust or infatuation. I crave the fulfillment of having a second mate in my life; a second mate to fill any possible voids that my husband may leave.

I love my cuckolded husband very much and think very highly of him, but I simply cannot be satisfied by just him any longer. He knows this very well. I have become accustomed to the taboo and erotic thought of being with another man other than my husband. I simply cannot be with only him and only him.

This makes me a *true* Cuckoldress.

No matter how much I love him... No matter how much I admire him... A little piece of me will always see him as pathetic. A little piece of me will always desire more than him. A little piece of me will always be looking for a better man than him.

Isn't that the American Dream? Always looking for something better...