On How Much Of A Non-sexual Cuckquean I Am:

On how much of a non-sexual cuckquean I am:

The sex is great. I mean it. It’s a roller-coaster, one that totally scared the shit out of me the first times, and still makes my stomach clench in dread and anticipation now. But it’s never the sex in itself that does it for me. I say, who cares for the sex.

Let them be together. Let them have a nice and romantic date. I want to have them both dressed up and lose their sense of time as they bask in public intimacy. Let him lay a hand on the small of her back as they slowly walk in the beautiful Venice. Let him keep the door open for her at the restaurant. Let him look at her in quiet satisfaction for how beautiful she is that night. Let him make her walk on the inner side of the sidewalk, so she isn’t the one near the cars. Let them get to know each other, find those magnetic details to keep each other interested. Let them have the constant buzz of attraction tingle their skin every time they not-so-accidentally touch. Let them forget the rest of the world. Let them ride the New Relationship Energy. Let them make obvious to anyone that they are together.

God, let him feel possessive of her.

Let me see how he flirts, gets interested, gets possessive, gets dominant, jealous, happy, horny, absent-minded. Let it be not for me. Let me see what he once was with me but with someone else, from the point of view of an outsider, so that I can finally enjoy the show without being hindered by actively participating in it. Because he’s in my veins just as I am in his, but I’m not NEW anymore.

The sex is awesome, but have you ever seen your husband cuddle her while watching a movie? Taking a blanket so she won’t get cold and letting her lean on him? Caressing her as the movie goes on?

His cock tasting of her is incredible, but my heart doesn’t stop until I see his lips red and swollen from kissing.

Hearing of how tight she is makes me feel all funny alright, but let them text each other till the sun rises because they can’t muster the strength to say “goodnight”.

The sex is awesome for my Voyeuristic side, but it’s always the romance that feeds my Cuckquean heart.