Cuckguean

Did I just hear my husband right: "I was thinking maybe it would be fun." That was what he said right after: "I think we should see other people."

Between dating and marriage, I've been with my husband, Rick for over 20 years. We have twin daughters away at college, their freshman year.

"Bree, we are now empty nesters. We raised two daughters and gave them a happy life. They're smart and on their own to build their future, just like we did,"

I let my husband continue before I started asking for more clarification.

"A date every so often. Those butterflies in your stomach when you go on that first date. That first kiss. That tingly feel.

You remember those feelings and the anticipation. The excitement."

Who the fuck was this man. I was drunk off my ass the night I met Rick. We didn't make it to his apartment. We fucked in the back of a pick-up truck bed. And it wasn't mine or Ricks.

But I already knew where this would end. I would agree. I always agreed with what Rick says and wants. My mom's fault. She was all about my dad and did what he asked.

I love my mom and dad, don't get me wrong. But my dad had the final say.

I turned into my mother, and Rick was just like me father.

"Well, sleep on it." Rick said as he turned and fell asleep. Mind you, this conversation was right after mind-blowing sex.

Sex has always been good between us. Great between us. Our daughters would tell us to keep it down.

Rick and I would be on vacation... if Rick told me to take off my top at the beach, I took it off.

Rick and I had sex in the water many times. And as risky as it was, I've even given Rick blowjobs at the beach.

Rick loved to tease me too. Vibrating egg that he controlled. We were out to dinner, Hi and then low, all night long. Every time I tried to take a sip of wine, Rick would turn it up.

I was on the verge of orgasm, and he would lower the intensity. If Rick wanted to lay me on the table and fuck me right in the middle of the restaurant, I would have.

To the open marriage. Well, I guess I never said no, but never said yes either. I just never asked.

I was close with my daughters, and kind of glad they were more independent than I was. They are both open-minded and open to new things too. They my daughters have no filters.

"Oh, fuck yes," my daughter Linda said. "Dad's going to let you date and have sex with other men....

"Maybe other women," my other daughter Kelly added.

Linda laughed, "Of course, you would bring up women." I didn't know what that meant, but I'm on social media too. I could only guess that comment meant my daughter was into men and women.

"So, you two see nothing wrong with your parents having sex with other people? You are fine with an open marriage idea?"

"Did dad cheat on you or talk to you first?" Linda asked.

"Oh, I asked your father and he said he would never go behind my back."

"Then fine," Linda continued, "have fun and enjoy other men...

"And women." Kelly of course added.

"Mom, as long as you and dad are open and honest with one another, it might be fun."

I told my daughters I loved them and we hung up. I was still a little hesitant on the whole open marriage idea.

I looked at Rick out in the back yard. Fuck he looked good. Swinging that ax splitting firewood just to keep in shape.

Rick goes to the gym at least 4 days a week, and it shows. Not that 45 is old, but at 45, Rick looks really good.

I'm 42 and I look like a mom. I don't know when it happened... Yes I do. It happened when I was pregnant with two. Pregnancy slowed me down.

When Linda and Kelly were born, they became my life.

I went on maternity leave and didn't return back to the working world until the girls were in middle school. Even then, it was only working nine to three and home for my daughters and to cook dinner for the family.

My exercise has always been keeping up with my daughters and their activities. I'm not saying I'm overweight. I'm a mom. Like I said, Rick likes me topless at the beach. You know when we go on vacation.

I do it. I do everything Rick asks. But as I've gotten older... I don't know. Embarrassed now. I catch guys looking at me. I don't know why. But they do.

Could I lose a few pounds and maybe firm up my legs, arms, stomach, ass, and tits? Oh. My. God! Of course, Rick wants to have sex with other women. I've let myself go while Rick looks great.

I became a complacent wife. Well, that was about to change.

I still had my same work hours. I thought about going full time once the girls were off to college, but now... that time was my time.

I started going to the gym after work. I didn't tell Rick. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to slim down and firm up for him. The gym near me offered personal training for a reasonable price.

I'm the money conscience one in the relationship. If Rick sees something he wants he just buys it. Like golf clubs. How many clubs does one man need?

I didn't know if we had started our open marriage or not. I knew I hadn't. But Rick most likely had.

Rick and I had a discussion on the topic one night. I asked, "is it swinging or swapping partners that you want or just we... do our own thing?"

"Well, I never thought about swapping. But swinging. No, I wouldn't be into that."

Thank God. I had no interest in swinging, but if that were what Rick wanted, I would probably say yes.

"Do you have a couple in mind that you would like to swap with? Larry's a good- looking guy?" I hoped Rick was kidding.

"Larry. So, I get a 50ish overweight man, while you have sex with his 'Hot Eye Candy' as you call her?

The same woman that you have been flirting with for years?"

"Okay," Rick sensed a little tension. "No one we know. And I will only do more than flirt when I travel."

I gave in to him. I didn't say yes or no. But the calls when Rick was away on business went from me calling whatever time at night to: "I have plans... So, um. I'll call you when I'm free."

When Rick was home, he was a loving husband. I was here for him anytime he wanted me and he wanted me a lot.

I never asked about other women, and Rick never brought it up.

I did have STD concerns. Rick told me he would always wear a condom. Big deal right. Oral is just as bad. And I know my husband. He enjoys a nice blowjob. I give him plenty. But Rick is not a selfish man. I love it when he goes down on me.

For my own safety, I was the one getting tested to make sure I wasn't catching anything from my husband.

Pathetic. I know.

Our open marriage had been going on for about six months. I had lost two dress sizes, and my eating habits were upsetting to Rick.

Rick was in good shape, but he loved cookies and ice cream. There were no longer cookies or ice cream at our house to entice me.

I felt good about myself. I hadn't looked this good in years.

I started wearing tighter fitting tops and bottoms. I was even showing a little stomach. My daughters took me out one afternoon when they were home. They needed to buy stuff, which meant I needed to buy stuff for them.

But they surprised me. With their own money, well, the monthly spending allowance Rick and I Venmo them, my daughters paid for my belly ring.

I didn't want a belly ring. But damn I looked hot. "No! No! I am not piercing my nipples." Of course, my daughters had piercings. With Kelly, my wild one, it wasn't just her nipples.

I wasn't giving in when it came to me nipples.

Did Rick notice the improvement? My body transformation? Yes he did. He complemented me and sex was just as incredible as ever. But it was still: "I have plans... So, um. I'll call you when I'm free."

I thought maybe if I looked better, Rick would be happy with me. With my knew body, I was more than happy to show it off for Rick too.

My daughters were a broken record. Over and over they asked for details. Was I going out? Was I hooking up? Was I getting laid? Was I into women? My daughters have no filters or morals.

They were disappointed with me.

"Mom.... Mom...."

"What?" It was the three of us together in our den. They were home for a little school break. "I'm right here. What?"

"Oh, let me tell her." Kelly looked like she was ready to scold me and send me to my room. "Dad has Cuckolded you!"

"He has what? Cuckolded? What does that even mean?" I'm not dumb. I knew what Cuckolding meant. But how was I a Cuckold?

Kelly continued, "Dad goes out and fucks other women. You know dad goes out and fucks other women. You allow dad to go out and fuck other women. You are not fucking anyone but dad. Dad is happy, so you are happy.

Mom, you are a cuck!"

I felt sick to my stomach. I had zoned out. Fuck me. I was a Cuckold wife.

"Do you need a glass of water?" I needed a shot of whiskey. That was what I needed.

"Look mom. If that's what you and dad are into, that's fine. It's called Cuckquean."

I looked at Kelly, "How do you know all this? Never mind. And I'm not a...."

"Cuckquean," Kelly helped me get the word out.

The rest of the weekend with the girls home with us was fun. To our surprise, the girls actually stayed home with us and not out all hours of the night with their friends who went to the local college.

Saturday night we Rick and I were in bed. I can be a little loud at times. Rick knows how to make me scream.

Our daughters took turns banging on the wall telling Rick and I to keep it down.

The girls left Sunday night to return to college. Monday morning Rick flew out to get laid. Rick had a few sales calls lined up out of state.

I think the conversation I had with my daughters got me thinking. Why didn't I say no to this open marriage idea? Why hadn't I been actively looking for a date? And was Kelly right? Am I a Cuckquean.

Of course I had to consult Google the All Knowing. Oh, my God. There wasn't much on Cuckquean, but Cuckold, there was plenty. And the videos. What these husbands did. To each there own. But... My God.

The gym was my saving grace. I was really getting into working out. I was working out, but still not going out.

My hours are nine to three. In the summer, the office hours are also nine to three on Friday. The girls in the office are nice and always ask me if I want to go out for happy hour with them. They go to the local pub. They can't wait to run out the door and off to the pub.

"Do you want to join us?" Mary my 26-year-old office mate asked, like she does each Friday.

"You know what? I think I will," and I had a ball. At 42, I was the oldest, and I felt it the next morning.

"You got in late." Rick smirked, "did you meet someone?"

I smiled back, "Yes I did. I took my new friend Jack down my throat. It hurt but I gulped down every last drop." I just left it at that.

No reason to tell Rick I was talking about the shots of Jack Daniels the girls in the office had me doing. And there was no reason to tell Rick about Dale, or the date that I had planned with Dale either.

Dale was a man I met while sitting at the bar saying, "Please stop. I can't do another shot."

Dale saved me. The last few shots Dale did them for me. He tapped the bar and curled his finger a few times. I knew right then and there that I liked Dale. He had my back. I slid the shot glass to him, and he slid it back an empty to me.

"Dale," he said and stuck his hand out.

"Bree," and I shook his hand.

"Why are you out past your bedtime." Dale asked jokingly.

"I keep on saying no when they invite me. I mean... I am a lot older. But it's summer hours now and the office closes at three. My husband wouldn't be home until six. So, I agreed to go with them to happy hour."

"You've been here since three? It's ten?" Dale informed me.

"It's what time?" I looked at my watch. "Oh, shit. I need to text my husband."

I saw the missed call and texts from Rick.

"Rick, I'm sorry. I just saw the time, your calls, and texts. I went with the girls in the office for happy hours. Having fun be home later."

"It's about time you enjoyed yourself," Rick responded back.

I sat at the bar talking to Dale. I switched to seltzer on the rocks with a lemon. No more Vodka.

"So, Dale, not to sound mean, but it's past your bedtime too. Why are you still out? I saw the ring on his finger. "Should you be at home watching something on Netflix while you wife is sound asleep at the other end of the couch?"

Dale laughed, "How old do you think I am?"

"Are you asking me to guess?"

"Go ahead. Guess."

Dale was handsome. Clean shaven, a little grey. But it looked good on him. He was sitting next to me. I couldn't get a good look at him, but based on his face, I was thinking he wasn't overweight. "Not a day over 45," I lied but was being nice.

"I like you. Not a day over 45 it is."

"So, you've seen the wild bunch I'm out with, who are you here with?"

"My daughter dragged me out. She's your age."

"Well, you told me I don't look a day over 45."

We chatted for a while before a very pretty late 20s early 30s woman joined us.

"Hi, I'm Tina." She stuck her hand out. "Dale is my daddy."

"Glad to meet you Tina, your Daddy is my hero. He saved me." Dale laughed and Tina looked confused.

"Bree needed me to take one for the team," Dale said.

"Now we're a team." I smiled and I was happy. I haven't been this happy in a while.

"I have no idea what you two are talking about. But if dad is happy. I am happy too."

Dale went on to explain that I was trying to impress my friends, but I was really too old to be taking shots. "I think she learned her lesson and will say no the next time peer pressure comes her way."

"Too old," Tina shuck her head, "Dad, it's time to get you back to the nursing home before they do rounds and notice you're missing."

"I like your daughter." We all three laughed.

"Dad. Stay here and have fun. I have to go. Some of us have work in the morning." She hugged her dad and hugged me. She then whispered, "Thank you for making my dad happy tonight."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but I wanted to know more. Women always want to know more.

"Your daughter left you in my care. Does that mean I am now responsible for getting you to the nursing home?"

"The nursing home doesn't allow visitors after eight." Jim went silent, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was just joking along. I'm not hitting on you." Dale was blushing.

"You can hit on me if you like." I felt so comfortable with Dale. I felt I could share anything with him. I just didn't know if I was ready. Oh, fuck it. "My husband wouldn't mind." I said it. Oh, fuck. What now? What do I do if he wants to take me to the nursing home?

Dale smiled and I could see the wheels turning.

"Oh no! No! I'm sorry. I was just playing too. You're married. Please... I. I should go."

"Bree. Please. Stay. I'm having fun." Now I was blushing.

"So, does your husband like to watch too?"

"What? Watch?" Then I got it and let out a laugh and had to clean up where I laughed my Seltzer out of my mouth.

"According to my daughter, it would be me that would watch.

I'm sorry. It's the shots. I'm talking too much."

"Oh, no. You can lay that out on the bar and then stop. I need to hear more."

"My daughter informed me that I am a Cuckquean."

"A what?"

I took a deep breath and wondered why I was telling this man my story. But I was and I continued to babble away.

"I guess I'm in an open marriage. I never said yes and never said no. I just kind of... went along with it.

My husband travels for work. A few overnight client meetings a few times a month. When he travels, he 'hooks up.' I paused to give Dale a chance to absorb what I said.

"And you're okay with your husband hooking up?"

"I don't really know. My life hasn't changed. I'm a happily married wife with two children in college. I have a close family and friends. I love my husband and he makes me happy.

The only thing that has changed in my life is knowing that when my husband is away, he might be with another woman."

Dale just stared at me. "And you... hook up to?"

"Well, that's why my daughter calls me a Cuckquean."

Dale looked a little puzzled. "My daughter tells me it's a female Cuckold." Now Dale got it.

"No, I don't like to watch," I clarified. I just have no interest in having sex with other men. I mean I can. It's an open marriage. I just....

"Haven't found the right man." Dale completed my sentence.

"I get it. I mean. No, I don't get any of it. I don't get the need to have sex with others. But I mean that I get you not wanted to have sex with just anyone."

"Exactly. I have plenty of hook ups in my college days." Dale gave me that look.

"What. Just because I'm a woman I can't have a little fun?"

I smiled and continued, maybe my daughter's right. My husband has sex with other women and I'm fine with it. Google the All Knowing calls it Compersion, feeling happy for someone else.

And my daughters..... They like to tease me...

'Is the sex incredible when Dad returns home from a business trip?' They ask.

It is but I just say that it's the same. They know I'm lying.

'Sex is good because you are reclaiming dad.' My daughter Kelly has always been a handful. She's into and has tried everything. She tells me she has found her calling. She wants to be a relationship counselor.

I was back to Google the All Knowing.

There isn't much information on the web about Cuckquean. But when I typed in what is reclaiming in a cuckold relationship plenty came up. Plenty of porn came up. But that is a whole other story.

It seems that cuckolding a man is a real thing. There is a lot out there on the internet. But reclaiming. Reclaiming is the act of emotionally reconnecting.

In the cuckold lifestyle, it's the sexual reconnecting of a couple after a spouse has been with another partner.

The concept of reclaiming is defined other ways too. Reclaiming as trying to show your partner that you are just as good in bed as a lover or Bull.

Remember, these are cuckold relationships. Bulls are synonymous with strong men with big cocks." I could not believe I was talking like this to a man I had just met.

"For a woman. I guess that might be similar to being able to suck dick better or maybe a tight young pussy.

Ho. My. God! I can't believe what I just said. I just met you. It's the alcohol talking. I'm sorry. I don't talk like this."

Dale just laughed. "I'm enjoying and learning from our conversation."

My office mate Mary had been checking in on me throughout the night. When they were leaving for the next bar, she checked in on me. "Bree, we are leaving are you good? I can stay with you." She looked at Dale.

"I'm find Mary. I'll be leaving shortly myself. I'm going to leave my car here and take an Uber home."

Mary didn't trust me alone with Dale. She also knew I was happily married. Maybe she thought I had a little too much to drink and was going to hook up with Dale in a drunken state of mind.

Dale smiled, "My name is Dale Long." He handed Mary his driver's license. "Please take a picture. I don't want you to ruin the rest of your night worrying if Bree is safe."

I also added that I would text Mary once I returned home. Mary left with the rest to party all night.

"Well, Dale, let's hear your story. Why are you out at a bar talking to me instead of home with your wife?"

"Fair question. I mean.... You had one hell of a story and shared it with me. It's only fair I share mine with you."

"How about one more drink," I asked. "Seltzer for me."

We got our drinks and Dale told me his story. "You husband at least told you up front that he wanted to be with other women. My wife did it behind my back.

But our stories are similar. My wife travels for work a few times a month. I learned that when she travels, she hooks up."

"How did you catch her?" I asked.

Dale gave a little nervous laugh. "My client showed me a video. He was in Vegas on a golf trip with a few friends. It was a video of his drunken friend trying to tell a joke. Something about a guy holding a duck:

The husband says: This is the pig I've been fucking.

The wife says: That's a duck not a pig.

The husband response: I was talking to the duck."

I looked at Dale, "That wasn't funny."

"It wasn't, but I told my client it was and asked him to send me the video so I could share it with a few of my friends.

I really wanted the video because it captured my wife at the end of the bar with another man. It wasn't a business diner; I was sure of that."

"I'm sorry, Dale."

"Yeah. Well. She gave me the whole song and dance. It's only sex. It means nothing. If it weren't for that video you would have never known. Our life was no different.... Blah Blah Blah. I'm always he for you. I love you....

And I'm in love with my wife. But she cheated on me. So, I moved out.

My daughter, who you met, told me to find a girlfriend. "A side piece," she said.

My wife wanted my back home. I swear she would just break thing so I would return home to fix them.

Every Saturday I would cut the grass. Stay for dinner and stay the night. I was week. Sex with my wife is incredible and I couldn't say no.

I ended up moving back."

"Is she still....

"I don't know. I guess I don't want to know. She's away on business now and won't be home until Sunday night."

Dale took a sip of his beer. "I guess Sunday night I'll be reclaiming my wife." We tapped glasses.

As always:

Big thanks to Folding for editing my story and adding his comments.

I tend to make changes to my stories after Folding has reviewed them, so if you find any punctuation or spelling errors, they're on me and my dyslexia.