Honey, Don't Be Mad. You Know You Like It.

Whenever I explore the fantasy of a daughter knowing her dad is a cuckold, I get messages saying there's no place for that in the cuckold kink!

As someone who has lived this dynamic for over 14 years while raising kids, I both agree and disagree. Our children have grown up seeing their mom dress sexy, naturally flirt with other men, and occasionally leave for nights away with “friends.” You can only keep it hidden for so long. Eventually, we got tired of lying about where she was.

We never explicitly said, "Mom cuckolds Dad." But we did start being honest about who she was with, simply mentioning the guy’s name. It wasn’t a big revelation, just a natural progression. They’d overhear us talking about him, and my wife couldn’t help but mention other guys names more as their connection deepened.

Then she met someone different, a man she fell in love with. He wasn’t just another fling. She started texting him all the time, dressing up for dates, and spending more nights at his place. We talked about him often, and as their bond grew, his name naturally became a regular part of conversation between her and I but also in conversations with friends and family she would mention our "Friends" name.

We’ve never told the kids they have a sexual relationship. To them, he’s just a close friend. When my daughter once asked where her mom sleeps when she stays with him, I simply said, "With him, just like when you have sleepovers with friends."

The reality is, at some point, she’ll figure it out. She’ll understand that her mom dates and fucks other men. And as someone who writes about both real experiences and fantasy, I enjoy exploring that boundary, where reality meets the unspoken. It also is an arousing thought thinking about my wife openly cuckolding me like this, kissing him in front of others, even my children. Her falling in love was the ultimate cuckolding so it just adds layers on top of that.

She tells me it makes her love me deeply even more.

I've had a few Tumblr accounts over the years, some shut down by Tumblr, and one with the caption above I shut down myself. It’s always fun to see captions floating around and stumble across old ones I created.

At the time of this one, she was beginning to fall in love with her bull. I was eroticizing it, wrapped in the fantasy of it all while dealing with angst.

When a wife falls in love with another man, it’s no longer just the open, structured dynamic of cuckolding. Deeper emotions surface. She wants private time, meaningful conversations, shared experiences, weekend getaways with another man that don't include me. The things we all crave in a boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife relationship.

That’s when I started noticing little lies, half-truths… and eventually bigger ones. I couldn't contain my angst, I snooped on her phone. Watching her fall in love was incredibly arousing, but also deeply painful. The fear of losing her was overwhelming. It stripped away my confidence as a husband. Yes, it emasculated me even further.

Long story short: in a fit of angst, I decided I no longer wanted to be “Sissy By Her.” I deleted the account, threw away all my panties, and ordered men’s boxers. When they arrived, I put them on proudly, trying to "man up."

But it felt fake. Not me. I hated the feeling of being in mens boxers again, lose around my dick, just not fitting my body right.

That angsty fit lasted maybe seven days before I ordered 20 pairs of the thong panties I love, in all different colors. Yes probably went over board with the amount, it just felt like such a strong need.

By then, my wife had ended things with him in an attempt to protect our marriage. And I begged her, truly begged her, to go back. To reconnect with him. To cuckold me however she wants. Even if it means being in love with another man. So is was fitting to name my next blog - life of.