My husband doesn't care about sex. I knew that before we got married. He likes sex and will do it, but he's not like one of my boyfriends who drove six hundred miles to be with me for three hours before driving all the way back to Virginia. Granted, it was three hours of pure sex, but you get my meaning. He wanted it and he took it. Max, my husband... no way. He'd never go out of his way for sex, not if he thought it might fall into his lap without him needing to do anything.
While Max has a very passive sex drive, I'm the opposite. I need it like crazy and I'll do anything to get it. I had sex on a college marching band bus while everyone else was rehearsing. We literally performed fifteen minutes later. My performance was a little more uncomfortable than usual as it's hard to march and play flute with sticky thighs.
The big problem is that Max is my soulmate. We were made to be together, but that doesn't include sex unfortunately. We have sex-all the time-but I frequently have sex with other partners on my own. It's my dark secret from the world; maybe 'dark' is the wrong word, but 'taboo'. People don't want to know how often a girl gets around, even if it's true. A man, on the other hand, can get away with being a man-whore openly without any judgment whatsoever. Me, I need to navigate from the shadows when I need it just as much or more than most men.
But I digress. I didn't answer the question about how long my husband had been a cuck, but I think the truth is deserved of detail as it's a pretty sexy story. We got married in October of 2005, so it's been twelve years since. Max had been a best-selling author for five years already since his freshman professor in college egged him to turn in that manuscript he'd been polishing to an agent. He sold the publication and movie rights a few months later and had a free ride to the college of his choice in addition to having a couple of hundred-thousand dollars in his pocket.
After that, he did what any 21 year old with money would do: he flew all over Europe and Japan sleeping with as many women as he could in the process. I read his book. I hated it and I told him how much I hated at a book signing in New York eight months later. We ended up having sex that night out of spite for one another. Twelve straight hours of sex can hit the refresh button on any two people so we realized after getting to talking that we had a lot in common. I was doing pretty well for myself and had sold a number of short stories to different magazines around New York. I hadn't sold a best-selling novel-yet.
Max and I didn't get together as a couple for another two years but always spent the night together when he was in town. He was an avid traveler and loved staying in New York when he had the chance. When we finally did get together, it only took two years for us to be ready to get married. My biggest mistake was that I still had not told Max about my dark secret.
He thought I was just a conservative Korean-American New Yorker with an office job. Meanwhile, I had been with four other men just since we'd gotten engaged a year prior to our getting married. I know, I know, that's a lot, but you should have seen them. Holy shit, those boys drowned me in alcohol and made me forget about Max for twenty-four hours at a time. New York is a big city, but sometimes I'd go across the river to Jersey. Italian guys are hung like you wouldn't believe, and they like to buy you gifts to make up for how shitty they can be sometimes.
I was playing Max with all of them at one point. None of the guys knew they were being played, but for all I knew I was being played as well so give and take. It makes me feel bad knowing that a few of my boyfriends over the years really saw a future with me and I kind of indulged them on that front to the degree that I could get what I wanted, but people come and go and everyone says things.
We had our wedding on Virginia Beach. Both of us were popular people so the cruise-ship we rented for our after-party was full to capacity. My parents skipped on the after-party, but my older and younger sisters didn't. Both of them got laid, even my nerdy youngest sister who was nineteen at the time. It should give you a good idea how crazy that party was as neither of them were nearly as slutty as me. They rarely indulged in their most primal fantasies like I did-at least not to my knowledge. We all have our secrets.
Max got wasted. He was so trashed that he passed out in a random room that wasn't ours. I couldn't even find him. Unfortunately for Max, a friend of mine from high school who was now a Navy SEAL found me instead. Tyler Walters dropped my pantiest from under my white party dress and clutched the wet cotton crotch to his nose. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he held his strong hand on the small of my back.
We were in our dimly lit honeymoon suite with the mood lights on. Tyler unbuttoned his white dress shirt to reveal a strong physique that was foreign to me from my memory of him in high school. He was strong, but he was also delicate. He embraced me, his hands caressing my sides as our lips met. He pushed my hair back as my bottom met the end of the bed. He lowered his pants to his ankles and pushed his cock that was just as big as the rest of him into my gushing wet vagina.
My neck rolled back and I gaped at a painting of the raging sea in the dimness on the back wall. Tyler thrust into me repeatedly with my thighs spread in his hands. If my dumb new husband had walked in, he'd have seen quite the sight: me on my back with a stronger, bigger, man plowing his new wife, going to town inside her without a condom-only the promise that this monstrously hung naval man wouldn't finish inside. I told myself in that moment that I didn't care, that the hottest thing in the world would be to feel him explode inside me.
He didn't. He flipped me over and fucked me in the ass since I was tipsy enough not to care. I cared in the morning when I couldn't sit properly, but in that moment: "Oh God, yes Daddy! Fuck my ass until you cum!" And he did... twenty minutes later. You have no idea how stupid I was by the end of that. I was shitting cum in the shower later without even meaning to. Somehow, Max found out about my adventure while he was passed out in another passenger's room and confronted me the next morning before we were set to land in Florida.
