I was not as excited as my husband, Ben, when it came to us finally trying out the strap-on that he had purchased and hidden from me. After seven years of marriage, I thought that we were all out of surprises. In my attempts to placate his needs, I used it on him, but his reactions led me to believe that there was something more to it. I was pretty sure that my husband was gay.
Unlike Ben, I had always kept my secret fantasy just that, a secret. This, however, was the single event that gave me the courage to see if I could live it out in reality. I wanted to be a submissive cuckquean that watched an alpha male dominate my husband. I craved the feeling of being told to clean up the mess