Is that already Cuckolding?

I talk to a lot of cucks. And a surprising number of them are in the same situation.

Their husband knows. That's not the problem. It got said, properly, and it landed — he knows this man wants to be cucked, and he hasn't gone anywhere.

He just isn't going to do it.

For all kinds of reasons. He doesn't want other men. He doesn't want the mess. He tried imagining it and felt nothing, or felt something and didn't like it. One of them told me his husband simply said: I don't want anyone else touching me. End of. Nothing cruel in it and nothing negotiable either.

You don't have to like that. But you have to respect it, because the alternative is spending your marriage waiting for someone to become a person he isn't.

Here's what interested me, though.

Almost none of these men are getting nothing.

One of them has a husband who chats with a Master. Regularly. Not a game between the two of them — a real man, somewhere else, who has some kind of hold on him. The cuck knows about it. He's not part of it. And he tells me it's the hottest thing in his life. And more interesting: it's enough.

Another gets crumbs. His husband is on Grindr, texting a twink, and occasionally mentions it. That's all. Nothing has ever come of it and nothing is going to.

Neither of these men has ever seen a bull. Neither of them expects to. And both of them are getting something out of their marriage that most people would recognise instantly if they saw it up close.

So the question I want to leave you with for two days:

Is that already cuckolding?

Or is it what people do while they wait for the real thing?

I have an answer. It took me a while to get to it, and it isn't the one I would have given a year ago.

Wednesday.