Guest Blogger - Mary Ann: Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Cuckoldress.

We all travel different roads in life, we start and finish in different places than anyone else around us. Sometimes our paths cross, sometimes we share events or happenings, sometimes we have very similar things happen to us at different times.

Something that always interests me is how a person or couple came into their cuckolding relationship. Recently I have been in contact with an amazing, sweet lady, and she sent me her story. With her permission, I’m posting it and calling her today’s Guest Blogger. Below you will read the story of Mary Ann : Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Cuckoldress.

I have never considered myself an expert or advice columnist for anything related to sex. Had enough challenges just teaching my daughters. If my story would aid any of your readers in finding their own sexual voice, I am happy about that.

I have always had a very high sex drive and in my early experiences I made a lot of dumb choices. I married very young to my high school sweetheart who became physically and verbally abusive. From him I learned if I ever rejected any of his sexual advances that I should expect his fist to follow. I was beaten and ended up in the hospital twice. I learned to hate sex. My body would still respond...I would lubricate, become aroused and climax. I enjoyed the physical sensation of sex, but emotionally I was dead. I hated him, I hated being used and I hated that I couldn't stop it. I became his whore and I learned to hate me.

After that marriage dissolved I dated a lot and never refused any man who wanted me. Sex was something I did like going to the bathroom...I did it and felt better afterward but I didn't enjoy it.

I met my current husband who is the most sensitive and most undemanding lover I have ever met. Inexplicably he fell head over heels in love with me. He loved me more deeply and completely than anyone ever has. More than I deserved and much more than I loved him. He was very inexperienced, everything was new to him and it took very little effort on my part to thrill him. But most importantly for me at the time, I felt safe with him.

About a year after we were married, he was on top of me going at it...rapidly approaching the end...when he stopped mid thrust looked down and me and said: "Damn woman, if you don't want to do this just say so!" I protested and told him how much I wanted to but he knew me better than I knew myself. He pulled out and we just stopped. Over the next several weeks we got into some very intense arguments about me never saying no to him. He placed a big bottle of aspirin on my nightstand and said it was OK to have a headache once in a while. I still don't understand why it was so important for me to tell him no, but he claims it isn't fun for him unless I truly want to. That was a concept I had never run into in my past sexual experiences.

It took a lot of courage to tell him no one night but miracle of miracles he did stop, he never got angry, and never hit me. I learned it was OK to say no, that my body, my sexuality was mine and I could decide if and when I had sex.

It took several years to heal, but with his patience and unwavering love I did heal and was able to reclaim my sexuality. I learned that no matter what happened I could tell him no and it would be fine. He would get really turned on and want me so badly and if I said "not tonight dear", he would get this hang dog look, pout and sulk like a little kid but he would never get angry and never pester me. The power I had over him was intoxicating. I would reject him for long periods of time, not because I didn't want to...I was just being bitchy and seeing how much he could take. I would tease him to the point where he was literally shaking with lust and desire and turn him down. I learned the tremendous amount of strength and will power he has to deny his urges because that is what I wanted.

When I took a lover, he was confused, befuddled and really didn't know how to react or what it meant for us and our marriage. At the time I didn't either. I just knew it was something I wanted and needed. My adoring husband took it in stride and was accepting even though he truly didn't understand. I guess it was his natural cuck tendencies. My husband is a cuckold although that is a term I am not really sure about yet. He is a far better cuck than he ever was as a lover.

My husband came to me at a time I was in need. His love and affection allowed me to heal, to reclaim my sexuality and to grow as a wife, a mother and as a woman. He allowed me to grow sexually and in some sense grow to where I no longer need him. I love him dearly and will never leave him. But sexually I have grown. My lovers do things to me he never has and never could. It is because of my husband that I am able to enjoy having lovers. He taught me that I deserved the best and to never settle for less than the best. There are many men better in bed than my husband and with his love and support, that is what I have.