My Husband's Adventures: Confessions from the Wife of a Cuckold Bull

My Husband's Adventures: Confessions from the Wife of a Cuckold Bull

by Alex Hathaway

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ISBN-13: 9781603816014
Publisher: Epicenter Press, Incorporated
Publication date: 10/19/2016
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.44(d)

About the Author


Alex Hathaway, also the author of From Housewife to Cuckoldress: How I Took Sexual Control of a Marriage in Crisis and Education of a Cuckold, is fascinated by the erotic power of sexual taboos and the adventures that can be had by exploring them. An author whose relationships have evolved from vanilla to anything but, Alex has a particular interest in writing about cuckolding and the unconventional sexual fulfillment it can provide.

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From September to December alone, I made Jackson flush hand-scrawled numbers of five women down the toilet. I made him save the numbers in his wallet until I flushed them down, so there would be no secrets between us.

Unlike most promiscuous (heterosexual) men, it was all about repeat customers with Jackson. It never failed. I’d leave him alone at a bar while talking with some friends. I’d cast a glance to check on him and he’d be oozing confidence, like a cobra relaxing in the sun. The women would glom onto him like honeybees. Ugh!

Yes, on some level it turned me on to know I had what they wanted. As Courtney Love once sang, “I want to be the girl with the most cake.” But I can’t emphasize enough what a trust issue this was between us.

About nine months into the monogamous phase of our relationship, the issue faded. Surprising even myself, I found I was less interested in what Jackson was texting. Not that I wasn’t possessive—I was the one to press him on our engagement. When he’d get back from a day of landscaping, I’d joke, “Where’s my ring?” As if he’d had time to go ring shopping with his overalls on.

One day, he did show up with a ring, and yeah, in his overalls without a shirt. Before Jackson proposed, we had a surprising conversation. He told me that while he loved me as much as he’d ever loved anyone, he’d always had trouble staying faithful.

The conversation bothered me. It resembled the typical male bullshit you can see on Jerry Springer Monday through Friday: he couldn’t always resist the advances, and in his past relationships, his girlfriends didn’t understand his needs. They didn’t get that his feelings for them were unwavering, even when he crossed a sexual line with someone else. Jackson told me he would try, but he couldn’t make any promises.

He wasn’t putting that ring on my finger until I was okay with that. The way he said it was so firm, so decisive. It really shocked me that he could put it out there with so much indifference. As if he could accept me walking out on him over this. For a day, I was really pissed. And he didn’t get any sex from me for a weekend, either.

But somehow, the storm passed. I would have dumped any other guy over that. But with Jackson, I really don’t know. Maybe I was too in love to care. Maybe I thought I could change him, or that if I took care of his needs well enough, he wouldn’t stray. I just knew I wasn’t giving him up. And Jackson … he was one patient son of a bitch, as if he knew he would eventually wear me down. God, that made me crazy!

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