A small win on the cuck journey 🥂

So I've been quietly steering my husband toward cuckolding for about a year now. We make femdom content together, and over time we've naturally escalated into more intense FLR dynamics, which I absolutely love. But there's one place I've wanted to go that we haven't quite reached yet...cucking.

See, cuck talk has been slipping into our dynamic more and more... I play it off as dirty talk, as scene material, as just teasing. Easy to dismiss. But between us? I bring it up so much because I genuinely find it SO hot. The "it's just talk" excuse is convenient cover for how badly I actually want it, and how badly I want to hear him play along. He's admitted the fantasy of it is hot too, but he's worried about the reality of it. We've both had real conversations about the fear of it wrecking a good marriage. I get it. But I've done my homework on communication, boundaries, aftercare, all of it. I know us. I know we'd be okay.

Anyway, last weekend we're out at a bar. He heads to the bathroom, and while he's gone a man at the bar buys me a drink. Nothing crazy, just a drink and a little flirty small talk.

He comes back, and I tell him.

Now, normally? This man would get that sexy possessive anger. Jaw tight, "who was he," the whole thing. That's his default setting.

But this time his very first question was:

"Was he cute?"

...Excuse me??

The jealousy came after, sure. But it came SECOND. The curiosity came first. And y'all, I had to keep a straight face while internally I was celebrating like I'd just won the Super Bowl.

It's a small thing. But it's not a small thing. A year ago that question doesn't exist. Now it's the first thing out of his mouth.

We're not rushing anything. Slow, communicated, on our terms. But the door that used to be welded shut? It's cracked open, and he's the one peeking through it. 💖