Takes One to Know One

I'm a cuck. I've known that. Quite frankly I don't know how anyone can not be. If you're on my blog I am about 99.7% certain you watch porn. Who doesn't like porn? Now give me the option to watch porn starring the person I'm in love with and find super sexy? That seems like the best porn imaginable, no? Maybe it's a bit different because I'm bisexual. I like to watch hot girls get fucked (by men and women) and I think it's hot to watch my husband fuck. I mean... seems like we can combine those desires.

Men seem to understand the concept of being a cuck when it comes to watching their woman with another woman. Magically it's so different and gross when it's a guy though. I don't get it. They probably watch straight porn (at least some of the time), right? And I've made fun of many men for this. Staring at another guy's dick? Gayyyy! And I'm told over and over it's not about the guy it's just about the woman. The guy is just a means to an end in watching a woman get fucked. Well apparently this recently hit home for Dakota.

We got back into chastity which of course makes him insatiably, annoyingly horny. One of the biggest hurdles we've faced in the past with it is that I want to be fucked. I am a worse person when I am not getting dick in my life regularly. Minimum of once a week. If I'm not stressed and tired with other life things then three times a week is where I thrive. And I just don't think strap ons feel as good. I want the real thing. But once he's been locked up for a couple weeks he just can't fuck me. If I let him out he's having to pause every 10 seconds to not cum.

So having a boyfriend really changed this dynamic. I could be satisfied without ever letting him out, making it way easier for us to take it to the next level. Part of the fun with the cage is teasing him, duh. Before it would just be making me cum over and over again and getting nothing in return. Or touching him while he was in the shower, getting him all worked up, just to make him re-lock once he was clean. But now I could tease him by telling him I was going to get fucked. By coming home and saying how good it was. He'd be begging to please me and I'd smile and say I'm already satisfied. I'd had more than enough for the time being. The (fun) frustration was killing him.

Separate from chastity, my (now ex) boyfriend is built quite nicely. His arms, his chest, his... well his whole body really. Great for videos. And wouldn't you know it? I needed someone else to make videos with if Dakota couldn't fuck me! So I test the waters. I set up my phone and start recording us in the middle of sex. I don't say anything, just see if he objects. And he doesn't. Awesome.

For a bit I don't do anything with this video but I eventually build up the nerve to ask if I can post it. Once I post it Dakota sees it. Because he has access to my OnlyFans, of course. Now, I was aware he would see it, but I figured he wouldn't watch it. While he did like me teasing him and whatnot, we had established he didn't want to watch. Well, he did watch. Queue an awkward as hell conversation:

"You know I can see your OnlyFans, right?"

"Yeah? You've been looking at all the stats and stuff."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

I'm actually pretty lost at this moment, "Uhhh, no?"

"I saw the video with Ryan... Are you fucking with me?"

I pause, trying to read his face and gauge how mad he is. I brace myself for the upcoming conversation and weigh my options. I decide apologizing profusely is going to be better than trying to argue why I didn't do anything wrong. After a moment of mental preparation I ask, "am I in trouble?"

He also pauses for a moment, contemplating. "No."

Oh. Well, that was a lot of adrenaline for no reason. I let out a nervous laugh, "then why did you bring it up?"

"I didn't know if you teasing me."

"I knew you'd see it, I didn't expect you to watch it." We sit in silence for a bit. "Did... you like it?"

"I don't know... Do you have any more videos with him?"

"No, but the unedited version is longer."

"I think I want to see it."

From there my teasing became relentless. I started calling him gay and a cuck and a gay cuck. I said I'd tell Ryan he thought he was hot. I said we could share a boyfriend. He was getting flustered and insisting he was not attracted to him, just that watching me get fucked was hot. The power move of keeping him locked up and showing him that I was being pleasured elsewhere was a lot for him.

And that's how we learned that despite years of denial, Dakota is in fact a cuck like me.

Since both of our relationships ended around the same time I offered we be monogamous for a bit. We have a new baby in the house and my heart was shattered into a million pieces and maybe everything is just easier if we operate like a normal family. The compromise being he won't be locked up as much. He opted for me to find someone else. And since he's locked up anyway I opted for him not to. So I'm the only one that dates now and he's fully on the cuck train, which is kind of fun. We'll see how that plays out.

Now I just have to find a man I can tolerate enough to let him put his penis inside me. And, ideally, film it. My options abound but the last few weeks have reminded me how many men I don't like. The front runner of my dates so far is definitely not a guy that'll be on my OF which is unfortunate. Submissions are open if you want to make content with me ;) feel free to message me if you're located in Denver, Chicago, Kansas City, or Dallas.