There are some women who are born with perfect genes who get it all... And then there are the secondary leftovers like me, who are just lucky enough to even have a husband at all. So... As im lying in bed, crying because im alone and he's cumming in her for the millionth time tonight, i will try to remember that i should be grateful. Yes he's in love with another girl, but he still keeps me around as a last resort and that is good enough for me.

Was asked how I became a cuckquean so: Like a lot of cuckqueans I also was cheated on a few years ago, and I thought the anger and resentment i felt at my fiance would never leave. Yet also like every other cuckquean it quickly turned into me becoming so so wet every time I discovered he was cheating again :// That was a few years ago, and instead of breaking up with him like I thought about I decided to try and understand him better. It was hard, and I talked to a lot of male friends to help me get a better perspective of how men think and feel. I eventually realized that I had to let him have what he needed, which was younger and prettier girls with much larger tits and tighter pussies than mine. It's cliche I guess but it's simply true that I wasn't offering as much, and can't offer that. It also hurt a lot at the time to admit this, and still does, but then it also always turns into me humping whatever im allowed to hump that day and begging my husband to let me watch as he disrespects me and cheats on me even if i get angry about it. The reason im making this blog now is because my husband has finally gotten himself a long-term girlfriend whom he adores and absolutely admires. The girls prior to this were hot and tight and young just like her, but they were mostly friends with benefits. This one has become super serious with him over the last few years and I can't see her leaving his side anytime soon. When I think about them I actually get worried, like maybe ive let this kink take up too much of my life. I see the way he yearns for her in his eyes when he's speaking to me and she's not around. I see the way he constantly reaches towards her when she is with us and how his hands are constantly massaging her back, helping her with her bags and just caressing her at every opportunity. He never does that with me anymore. When they first met he would often ignore me to respond to her texts, and at this point it happens so often that I've gotten used to it. Sometimes I'll ask permission for his time and he'll tell me he's busy talking to her right now, but he'll try and make time for me later, and it makes me so angry but so so so wet. I swear my knees get so weak and I get so turned on for some reason at the idea of being secondary. I just say "yes sir" and pretend like he's not doing it. Of course I've told him that if this is what makes him happy then it makes me happy too. I can't help but become a bit disappointed when he tells me he's not coming over because he's with her, but it also makes me want to edge all night as I think about them laughing and talking together and being so in love without me. I don't know what really makes me like this so much, but it's how I am and im glad i can keep my man happy.