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The bedroom door opens and she pads out.

Okay, she says. You can open them now.

She's modeling her new gym set for me. It's shiny and skintight, showcasing the months of hard work she's been putting in.

Ostensibly this is all for my benefit but I've started having suspicions about her motivation.

Wow, you look amazing, I say. I tell myself to keep quiet, to let whatever's going on find its own way out, in its own time, but the words are spoken before I can stop them.

Why the new outfit? I hear myself say.

I hate how my voice sounds but there's no getting around the fact that I'm jealous.

She looks at me quizzically, opening her mouth to speak, then closing it again without doing so. I brace. Too late now. She tilts her head and gazes up at the ceiling for a moment, before turning back to me, nodding. She takes a deep breath, exhales.

The instructor in the class is very handsome and tall and knowing that he's watching me makes working out enjoyable, she says.

I wait for more but realize quickly that that was the totality of her response.

My heart is fluttering. I'm at my own inflection point.

I love her.

I want her to be happy.

I don't want to be this person.

I want to be the person for whom this is, somehow, a good thing.

I adopt his face, summon his words from within and speak in his voice.

Thank you for telling me, I say. He's very lucky to have you in his class.

She smiles.

There's further to go, more to say.

Go.

Say it.

Be that person.

I think you should ask him if he offers private lessons, I say. Her eyes widen.

Further.

And I think, if he does, that I should pay for them.

Her eyebrows shoot up and a broad grin breaks out across her face.

Deal, she says.

…anticipation…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

Cuckold? Maybe...

So… Sorry for the delay since my last post. Last week was Spring Break, and I took full advantage of my last college spring break and went somewhere nice and warm and tropical. I spend the better part of a week laying on a beach and drinking mojitos. I know- rough huh? Anyway, I am back now and feeling refreshed and ready to crush this whole college thing… Hopefully.

So, back to the topic of this blog - one of you fine followers asked me a while back if my boyfriend is a cuckold.

The answer to that is… I didn’t really know. I honestly had no idea about the whole cuckolding fetish before recently when I was asked and started looking into it a bit more. I always just assumed it was me cheating… I never really thought that there could be a fetish associated with it.

After my bf caught me cheating and we had that “talk” I detailed for you guys earlier, we have come back to this whole cheating topic more and more frequently in conversations together. To the point where, while we were on Spring Break, I finally just asked him if he was a cuckold.

It was a very interesting conversation, and to be honest, more than a little hot for me. I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on a little to watch him sorta squirm around a bit at my question, and dance around the answer. I am going to give you his thoughts on it, and mine too….

Here is his basic take:

He doesn’t like the term “cuckold”. He thinks it makes him seem weak. He likes the idea of his “prim and proper high school sweetheart” having a dark side. He likes the idea that I can be promiscuous, and he seemed to really like the idea of his girlfriend being a bit of a slut. He isn’t thrilled that I fucked Brandon (multiple times) but he likes the fact that I was daring enough to do it. He is open to the idea of “sharing” me, but he wants to know what’s going on at all times.

Here is my take:

By definition, he is a cuckold. It doesn’t really matter if he likes the term or not, he is one. It isn’t really a choice anymore if he wants to be or not. It’s a yes or no answer, and the fact is that the answer is yes. Maybe it does make him feel weak, but that actually is his choice. The way I see it, he can do one of three things about it… 1- break up with me and leave. 2- stop letting it make him feel weak and start taking pride in it. Or 3 - learn to accept and enjoy that weakness. Either of the last two options is fine with me at this point, considering that I had pretty much resigned myself to the first one when he caught me, but he didn’t. If he likes the idea of me being a little slutty, then I am thinking that he will eventually come to terms with both the term itself and the weakness thing. Again, it turns me on a bit that he has some kind of sense of pride that I was so daring as to be with Brandon. To be honest… I kind of like the fact that he wasn’t thrilled that it was Brandon. Maybe it is because it makes me feel somewhat justified that I hid it from him… Maybe just because it was really hot, and I wouldn’t mind making that a “thing” with the two (3?) of us. As far as his point about wanting to know what was going on at all times in the future, he has a pretty solid point there. I’m not going to fight that point. If he is willing to share me, the least I can do as a “prim and proper” girlfriend is to let him know who he is sharing me with.

We still have some things to work out though… How I/we pick guys? How frequently we want this to happen? What is his role in all this? Those are questions that I am actually working through right now, so I don’t have answers for you guys yet. As soon as we come to an agreement on stuff like this, I will let you know.

So, that’s how we stand right now. We have a bit of an agreement here, but really I’m not sure what will happen next. If anybody has any suggestions, I would love to hear them!

It’s going to be a fun spring everybody! :-)

Testify!