27-04-2019, 03:32 PM
The dictionary defines 'Cuckold' as a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn. I do not think that such a definition comes close to really capturing what a true cuckold is. A true cuckold is a man who accepts that he cannot on his own sexually please his wife, and happily allows her the freedom to find sexual pleasure with anyone she like. In addition, a cuckold also realized that since he is sexually inadequate, it is perfectly understandable that his wife does not have sexual congress with him too often. Finally, a cuckold comes to terms with the fact that sexually speaking he is a beta male, even though he may be a successful alpha male in all aspects of his life. But in the sexual aspect of his life, he accepts and indeed revels in his wife's activities, plus the direct and indirect humiliation the bring to him. In all other ways, they have a perfectly normal marriage. And no one should confuse their sexually aberrant lifestyle, with them being unhappy. In fact, when a couple willingly accepts it, their happiness and closeness actually increases by leaps and bounds.
This is my story. Well my wife's and mine. It shows our progression, from what would be considered mild or 'normal' cuckolding, to the relationship we have today.
My wife, Samina and I had an arranged marriage 5 years ago, when she was 20, and I was 25. I had just completed my MS in the US and my parents insisted, an put immense pressure on me to get married and settle down before starting my job with as a design engineer for an electronics firm in the US. Of course I was not entirely happy to be strong-armed into marrying someone I did not know, or had even met. But parental and family pressure left me with little choice. But don't worry, this is not a typical story of wife being slowly corrupted by her conniving husband.
At the time, I was dating Pushpa, a beautiful Indian girl, an only child, born in America to immigrant parents. To say that her ideas about sex, and what a relationship between a man and woman should be like, were quite unorthodox, would be an understatement. And in the time I was with her, she helped me discover new vista's of pleasure that I would never had known otherwise. Ours it was a purely physical relationship, both of us knew that neither one of us was in it for the long term.But still I felt a twinge of sadness as I broke up with her. I was convinced that Samina could not possibly be as adventurous and exciting as Pushpa, who was wild in bed and up for anything out of it. So much so, that she had me nearly convinced that only she would be a suitable wife or long-term partner for me.
Ever since I had come the US, 6 years earlier as an undergraduate, I had been attracted to slutty girls with colorful pasts. And certainly Pushpa had a real rainbow of a past, but that only served to attract me to her all the more. And she knew it, player upon it, and soon we were living together. In the 9 months that we lived together, Pushpa took me to new heights of sexual pleasure (physical, and mental!), and made me discover things I would have never thought possible. So convinced was I that no other woman could possibly come close to matching Pushpa, I seriously considered asking her to marry me, even though I knew full well that my family would never accept her and that I would be thought of as having betrayed and abandoned them and their dreams for me.
Alas, it was not to be, and with a heavy heart, I watched Pushpa move her things out of my apartment, and give me a last good bye romp in the bed before I caught a flight to Karachi. My thoughts on that long flight were completely focused on what arguments I could come up with to convince my parents and grand-parents that the arranged marriage was not a good idea. But I knew in my heart that no argument, no matter how strong would sway them, and by the time I landed I had resolved to face the music and put up a happy face, and hope for the best. Maybe Samina would not be all that bad for me. From that point on, I acted as the happiest man possible. And both my grand-mothers took every opportunity to tell me that the girl they had all chosen for me was peerless, and that I was wise to have to seen the light and accepted their choice. Somehow that did not make me feel any better, rather it had the opposite effect as I figured that any girl that had charmed my extremely conservative grand-mothers as much as Samina had, was bound to be extremely conservative herself. Not quite what I was hoping to find in a wife!
Fortunately I had a 2 month break, before having to report to my new employer in Silicon Valley, although I had been told that I would be sent to their new fabrication facility in Florida, once that was up and running in about a years time. That excited me no end, as having spent the past 6 years in frigid Boston, I was more than ready to move to summer, warmer climes. But that was still months away, for the moment I had a pressing problem that needed addressing.
Being at home with my family helped a lot, and my sister, Usra, regaled me with stories about Samina. Usra and Samina had met often, before my parents had taken the official proposal. The purpose of those meetings was to have Usra determine Samina's suitability as a bride for me. In that time Usra had grown to like Samina a lot, and had no qualms about insisting that our parents propose immediately.
“And you know bhai, I have some friends who go to college with her, and they all swear that Samina is a very uncomplicated girl, respected by all, and has no hidden past.” Usra told me one evening as we sat on the terrace having tea. By that she meant that Samina was 'pure', a huge deal in the patriarchical Pakistani society, where feminine virginity is a prized commodity, but one which was becoming harder to to find, as more and more females got educated and entered the work force.
Easy exposure to western influences offered more attractive alternatives to the stringent demands placed by religion and society, still governed by ancient feudal norms and etiquettes. In the city dwelling upper classes it was become almost impossible to confirm if a suitable girl was still a virgin, my mother had once complained a couple of years earlier, when she tried to defend herself on why she had not as yet been able to find me a bride, even though I had not once asked her do so. So clearly, now that Samina's 'purity' had been confirmed by multiple sources, there really was no reason not to proceed, of course my own feelings to the contrary did not count, and nor was my opinion sought.
About a week after my arrival in Karachi, my entire family (younger brother and sister, parents, and grand-mothers) boarded an evening flight, bound for Lahore to visit Samina and her family. You see Samina is a Lahori, born and raised in that old city. While in Lahore we stayed with some family there, so it was natural that they too would accompany us when we went to Samina's house the next day. So a party of nearly 20 people ascended on my soon-to-be-in-laws house. I could only imagine just how much trouble they would have had to go through to prepare for the evening, well at least I would get some good food out of it, if nothing else.
For about an hour after we reached there, Samina's father basically interviewed me thoroughly, and then once satisfied the subject changed to more congenial and lighter matters. Finally, a little later Samina was brought out.
My heart was beating hard as I braced myself for the worst. And then in she walked... and I felt my jaw drop open, and a snicker escape from my sister, who was looking at me just to see my reaction! I cannot find words to adequately describe that moment. All my doubts and uncertainties departed instantaneously. I was incapable of doing anything, but stare at the vision of beauty as she walked towards her father and took a seat next to him on the sofa across my own.
By any standard, Samina was a classic sub-continental beauty. Dressed in a loosely fitted shalwar-kameez, I guessed she was about 5'4” tall, with a perfectly proportioned face, had long, flowing jet black hair, a light natural tan (the result of a mixture of Kashmiri and Perisian blood lines), dark brown, piercing eyes, flawless skin, and an easy confident smile as her father formally introduced us. Even under her loose, but smart kameez, I could tell that she was quite well endowed. And what I found more encouraging was that her head was not covered, in fact she had no dupatta at all. So at least she was not as conservative as I had worried she might have been.
Chaperoned by Samina's 3 sisters, and my own, we went out a couple of times for dinner. The sisters, discretely taking a table away from us, leaving Samina and myself at a two-person table so we could take freely. I told Samina about my past, education, experiences etc. I was completely open and honest and told her that I enjoyed drinking, had slept with a few girls, and had even lived with Pushpa, whom for a brief while I considered marrying.
To my relief, Samina did not storm off, rather she told me that she appreciated and respected my candor. She said that she had no problem with my drinking, provided I did not do it to excess, and as far as being with women was concerned, she had guessed that after having lived in the US for so long, it was inevitable. Her main concern was Pushpa, and I assured her that while I had enjoyed living with Pushpa, she and I both knew that it was a temporary arrangement, and not something lifelong.
On her part, Samina, told me that she was dying to get out of Pakistan's stifling environment, and that if I was looking for demure, religious woman as wife, she was not it. In fact she said, she was not religious at all. I told her that was fine, as I had actually feared that she might be some conservative fundamentalist, which thankfully she clearly was not. She the told me that while she was a virgin, and had not even kissed a guy before, she did not think that pre-marital sex was such a big deal, and that the only reason she had not indulged in was that she was afraid of hurting her parents, if they ever found out that she was sleeping around. A lot of her friends were no longer virgins, and in a way she envied them, but in another way, she felt that loosing ones virginity to one's spouse would be very special.
In my mind, I had many questions, and I wondered just how irreligious, and unconservative Samina was. My guess was that by local standards she was probably a lot of each, but by western standards she would probably be considered quite conservative. Only time would tell, but I was not worried any more, for now, what she had told me was enough.
So, with my reservations and doubts dissipated to a large extent a grand wedding was held in Lahore, just a 2 weeks later, followed by a grander reception in Karachi upon our return.
Actually, Samina surprised me in many ways, and not so much in others. For instance, while on our wedding night she had no problem with us being naked together in bed and making out, she was not comfortable having sex, in fact it would be a month before we got around to that doing that. Blood on the sheets confirmed her virginity. In a way I felt like a hypocrite, having been with several women in my college years, yet here I was deflowering a woman. On the other hand she was exceptionally confident and not once did I feel that she would be a liability as a wife. And once we started to have sex, there was no stopping her, clearly after having held out for so long, she was ready to go at it, and was soon a tigress in bed. Another pleasant surprise, at least in bed she was totally unrestrained, although giving and receiving oral sex was still a few months down the road.
I felt that once she was out of Pakistan, she would grow and blossom even more, and I was determined to do whatever it took for her to emulate Pushpa. But even if I failed, I now knew that I had made the right decision in marrying Samina, she was indeed peerless. And in hindsight, it is hardly surprising that things developed the way they did. Samina was like a caged bird longing to be set free, all I did was open the cage, the rest came to her completely naturally.
Our time in California was generally uneventful, as we adjusted to living together. Samina joined the local university and took some courses in management and marketing, with the goal of either getting into an MBA program, or better yet finding a job. In this she had my full support as fully believed that not only would the education do her good professionally, but it would also build her confidence.
A few things out of the ordinary happened while we were in Silicon Valley, firstly Samina tried alcohol. When I had first told her that I enjoyed alcohol, I was not sure how she would take it, but her reaction was a pleasant surprise as she told me that she would not mind trying it out once, just to see what all the fuss was about. So I had her try beer. Big mistake! She hated it, and nearly threw up after just the one sip, and swore it would never touch her lips again. But a few weeks later, she tried Champagne, offered by my boss's wife, and loved it. From then on a whole new world opened to her and she enjoyed wines and Champagne immensely, and once her palate had grown really accustomed to them, she wondered how she had ever gotten along without them.
The other big change or development came about not because I asked for it, but because of a simple conversation we had. At the time I thought nothing of it, but later I realized that my nonchalant manner is probably what gave her the courage to go for it before asking me if I agreed.
You see, shortly after our arrival in the US, we agreed that we had to stay fit and trim. Samina and I were both used to active lifestyles, and she did not like people who let themselves get out of shape, so it was agreed that we would join a gym not too far from where we lived.
Frankly going together to the gym did wonders for our already active sex life. Folks for those of you looking for an activity to do with your partner, one which not only will help you become and stay healthy, but also bring you two closer together physically, try working out together. Many an evening we returned home together, not caring about how tired we might be, and proceed to tear off each others clothes and proceed to make hot, passionate, love. Trust me on this!
This is my story. Well my wife's and mine. It shows our progression, from what would be considered mild or 'normal' cuckolding, to the relationship we have today.
My wife, Samina and I had an arranged marriage 5 years ago, when she was 20, and I was 25. I had just completed my MS in the US and my parents insisted, an put immense pressure on me to get married and settle down before starting my job with as a design engineer for an electronics firm in the US. Of course I was not entirely happy to be strong-armed into marrying someone I did not know, or had even met. But parental and family pressure left me with little choice. But don't worry, this is not a typical story of wife being slowly corrupted by her conniving husband.
At the time, I was dating Pushpa, a beautiful Indian girl, an only child, born in America to immigrant parents. To say that her ideas about sex, and what a relationship between a man and woman should be like, were quite unorthodox, would be an understatement. And in the time I was with her, she helped me discover new vista's of pleasure that I would never had known otherwise. Ours it was a purely physical relationship, both of us knew that neither one of us was in it for the long term.But still I felt a twinge of sadness as I broke up with her. I was convinced that Samina could not possibly be as adventurous and exciting as Pushpa, who was wild in bed and up for anything out of it. So much so, that she had me nearly convinced that only she would be a suitable wife or long-term partner for me.
Ever since I had come the US, 6 years earlier as an undergraduate, I had been attracted to slutty girls with colorful pasts. And certainly Pushpa had a real rainbow of a past, but that only served to attract me to her all the more. And she knew it, player upon it, and soon we were living together. In the 9 months that we lived together, Pushpa took me to new heights of sexual pleasure (physical, and mental!), and made me discover things I would have never thought possible. So convinced was I that no other woman could possibly come close to matching Pushpa, I seriously considered asking her to marry me, even though I knew full well that my family would never accept her and that I would be thought of as having betrayed and abandoned them and their dreams for me.
Alas, it was not to be, and with a heavy heart, I watched Pushpa move her things out of my apartment, and give me a last good bye romp in the bed before I caught a flight to Karachi. My thoughts on that long flight were completely focused on what arguments I could come up with to convince my parents and grand-parents that the arranged marriage was not a good idea. But I knew in my heart that no argument, no matter how strong would sway them, and by the time I landed I had resolved to face the music and put up a happy face, and hope for the best. Maybe Samina would not be all that bad for me. From that point on, I acted as the happiest man possible. And both my grand-mothers took every opportunity to tell me that the girl they had all chosen for me was peerless, and that I was wise to have to seen the light and accepted their choice. Somehow that did not make me feel any better, rather it had the opposite effect as I figured that any girl that had charmed my extremely conservative grand-mothers as much as Samina had, was bound to be extremely conservative herself. Not quite what I was hoping to find in a wife!
Fortunately I had a 2 month break, before having to report to my new employer in Silicon Valley, although I had been told that I would be sent to their new fabrication facility in Florida, once that was up and running in about a years time. That excited me no end, as having spent the past 6 years in frigid Boston, I was more than ready to move to summer, warmer climes. But that was still months away, for the moment I had a pressing problem that needed addressing.
Being at home with my family helped a lot, and my sister, Usra, regaled me with stories about Samina. Usra and Samina had met often, before my parents had taken the official proposal. The purpose of those meetings was to have Usra determine Samina's suitability as a bride for me. In that time Usra had grown to like Samina a lot, and had no qualms about insisting that our parents propose immediately.
“And you know bhai, I have some friends who go to college with her, and they all swear that Samina is a very uncomplicated girl, respected by all, and has no hidden past.” Usra told me one evening as we sat on the terrace having tea. By that she meant that Samina was 'pure', a huge deal in the patriarchical Pakistani society, where feminine virginity is a prized commodity, but one which was becoming harder to to find, as more and more females got educated and entered the work force.
Easy exposure to western influences offered more attractive alternatives to the stringent demands placed by religion and society, still governed by ancient feudal norms and etiquettes. In the city dwelling upper classes it was become almost impossible to confirm if a suitable girl was still a virgin, my mother had once complained a couple of years earlier, when she tried to defend herself on why she had not as yet been able to find me a bride, even though I had not once asked her do so. So clearly, now that Samina's 'purity' had been confirmed by multiple sources, there really was no reason not to proceed, of course my own feelings to the contrary did not count, and nor was my opinion sought.
About a week after my arrival in Karachi, my entire family (younger brother and sister, parents, and grand-mothers) boarded an evening flight, bound for Lahore to visit Samina and her family. You see Samina is a Lahori, born and raised in that old city. While in Lahore we stayed with some family there, so it was natural that they too would accompany us when we went to Samina's house the next day. So a party of nearly 20 people ascended on my soon-to-be-in-laws house. I could only imagine just how much trouble they would have had to go through to prepare for the evening, well at least I would get some good food out of it, if nothing else.
For about an hour after we reached there, Samina's father basically interviewed me thoroughly, and then once satisfied the subject changed to more congenial and lighter matters. Finally, a little later Samina was brought out.
My heart was beating hard as I braced myself for the worst. And then in she walked... and I felt my jaw drop open, and a snicker escape from my sister, who was looking at me just to see my reaction! I cannot find words to adequately describe that moment. All my doubts and uncertainties departed instantaneously. I was incapable of doing anything, but stare at the vision of beauty as she walked towards her father and took a seat next to him on the sofa across my own.
By any standard, Samina was a classic sub-continental beauty. Dressed in a loosely fitted shalwar-kameez, I guessed she was about 5'4” tall, with a perfectly proportioned face, had long, flowing jet black hair, a light natural tan (the result of a mixture of Kashmiri and Perisian blood lines), dark brown, piercing eyes, flawless skin, and an easy confident smile as her father formally introduced us. Even under her loose, but smart kameez, I could tell that she was quite well endowed. And what I found more encouraging was that her head was not covered, in fact she had no dupatta at all. So at least she was not as conservative as I had worried she might have been.
Chaperoned by Samina's 3 sisters, and my own, we went out a couple of times for dinner. The sisters, discretely taking a table away from us, leaving Samina and myself at a two-person table so we could take freely. I told Samina about my past, education, experiences etc. I was completely open and honest and told her that I enjoyed drinking, had slept with a few girls, and had even lived with Pushpa, whom for a brief while I considered marrying.
To my relief, Samina did not storm off, rather she told me that she appreciated and respected my candor. She said that she had no problem with my drinking, provided I did not do it to excess, and as far as being with women was concerned, she had guessed that after having lived in the US for so long, it was inevitable. Her main concern was Pushpa, and I assured her that while I had enjoyed living with Pushpa, she and I both knew that it was a temporary arrangement, and not something lifelong.
On her part, Samina, told me that she was dying to get out of Pakistan's stifling environment, and that if I was looking for demure, religious woman as wife, she was not it. In fact she said, she was not religious at all. I told her that was fine, as I had actually feared that she might be some conservative fundamentalist, which thankfully she clearly was not. She the told me that while she was a virgin, and had not even kissed a guy before, she did not think that pre-marital sex was such a big deal, and that the only reason she had not indulged in was that she was afraid of hurting her parents, if they ever found out that she was sleeping around. A lot of her friends were no longer virgins, and in a way she envied them, but in another way, she felt that loosing ones virginity to one's spouse would be very special.
In my mind, I had many questions, and I wondered just how irreligious, and unconservative Samina was. My guess was that by local standards she was probably a lot of each, but by western standards she would probably be considered quite conservative. Only time would tell, but I was not worried any more, for now, what she had told me was enough.
So, with my reservations and doubts dissipated to a large extent a grand wedding was held in Lahore, just a 2 weeks later, followed by a grander reception in Karachi upon our return.
Actually, Samina surprised me in many ways, and not so much in others. For instance, while on our wedding night she had no problem with us being naked together in bed and making out, she was not comfortable having sex, in fact it would be a month before we got around to that doing that. Blood on the sheets confirmed her virginity. In a way I felt like a hypocrite, having been with several women in my college years, yet here I was deflowering a woman. On the other hand she was exceptionally confident and not once did I feel that she would be a liability as a wife. And once we started to have sex, there was no stopping her, clearly after having held out for so long, she was ready to go at it, and was soon a tigress in bed. Another pleasant surprise, at least in bed she was totally unrestrained, although giving and receiving oral sex was still a few months down the road.
I felt that once she was out of Pakistan, she would grow and blossom even more, and I was determined to do whatever it took for her to emulate Pushpa. But even if I failed, I now knew that I had made the right decision in marrying Samina, she was indeed peerless. And in hindsight, it is hardly surprising that things developed the way they did. Samina was like a caged bird longing to be set free, all I did was open the cage, the rest came to her completely naturally.
Our time in California was generally uneventful, as we adjusted to living together. Samina joined the local university and took some courses in management and marketing, with the goal of either getting into an MBA program, or better yet finding a job. In this she had my full support as fully believed that not only would the education do her good professionally, but it would also build her confidence.
A few things out of the ordinary happened while we were in Silicon Valley, firstly Samina tried alcohol. When I had first told her that I enjoyed alcohol, I was not sure how she would take it, but her reaction was a pleasant surprise as she told me that she would not mind trying it out once, just to see what all the fuss was about. So I had her try beer. Big mistake! She hated it, and nearly threw up after just the one sip, and swore it would never touch her lips again. But a few weeks later, she tried Champagne, offered by my boss's wife, and loved it. From then on a whole new world opened to her and she enjoyed wines and Champagne immensely, and once her palate had grown really accustomed to them, she wondered how she had ever gotten along without them.
The other big change or development came about not because I asked for it, but because of a simple conversation we had. At the time I thought nothing of it, but later I realized that my nonchalant manner is probably what gave her the courage to go for it before asking me if I agreed.
You see, shortly after our arrival in the US, we agreed that we had to stay fit and trim. Samina and I were both used to active lifestyles, and she did not like people who let themselves get out of shape, so it was agreed that we would join a gym not too far from where we lived.
Frankly going together to the gym did wonders for our already active sex life. Folks for those of you looking for an activity to do with your partner, one which not only will help you become and stay healthy, but also bring you two closer together physically, try working out together. Many an evening we returned home together, not caring about how tired we might be, and proceed to tear off each others clothes and proceed to make hot, passionate, love. Trust me on this!
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