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I, like most men here, am willing to proudly display and tell about my small penis and how it has impacted my life - an attribute that most men would be quite ashamed of. That being the case, I should have no problem answering just about any question that anyone here would care to ask.

To answer your question, from my teens I was always attracted to more "spirited" girls; girls who truly enjoyed sex. I considered the word "slut" to be a positive declaration - a description that to me meant a woman who took ownership of her body, unafraid of embracing and enjoying her sexuality. To me, the fact that a woman may have had many sexual partners before me was a good thing. This being the case, many if not most, of the females I have been involved with have "strayed" while in a relationship with me. The fact that I have a fairly short, stubby little penis came into play more than once.

When I first started dating the non-monogamy bothered me greatly and hurt; however, one particular lady I dated, Desiree - a very foxy part Latina, part Italian hottie - initiated me into what was to be my coming out era in becoming what I would later learn is called a "cuckold". After we both realized that we loved each other, and talked about taking our relationship to the next level and moving in together, she made it clear that while she loved me deeply, she absolutely did not believe in monogamy and she would always reserve the freedom to be intimate with other men. She also eventually intimated that she was a bit of a "size queen" and she firmly but lovingly made it quite clear that when the urge for a lover with a bigger cock arose she would not deny the hunger. My wife is like Desiree in this

Desiree's honesty was refreshing! She vowed that she would never hide her lovers and would make every effort for me to get to know them too, if I wished. I came to learn that - in my case anyway - it was not the fact that a partner was seeking satisfaction in the arms of other men, but rather the fact that most were not honest about it. It was the dishonesty that bothered me. With Desiree everything was out in the open. After we moved in together, she was true to her word and dated other men; on occasion she would even spent the night or whole weekend depending on her mood. It came to pass that my curiosity got me to asking questions about her dates and her lovers. Desiree was not at all reluctant to answer my questions, regardless of how personal they might be - not that I usually ventured into pressing her for any details about the actual physical aspect of their date. That was more than I needed to know at the time. Sometimes, however, Desiree would venture into more detail than I wanted to hear and whenever her stories began to get too intimate I would tell her to stop.

One summer Sunday afternoon, after Desiree came home from spending Friday and Saturday nights with a guy, we were at home drinking and smoking and listening to music and getting high on some very potent Michoucan cannibis. Eventually the subject of her date came up and I began my usual line of questioning by asking her some general questions about her weekend and the guy. She answered my questions as usual but being a bit high by then she went far beyond the usual general details like whee they went and what they ate and his personality, job, etc. Desiree began venturing into very graphic and intimate physical details about how he seduced her out of her clothes and once naked, what their sex together was like. I was a bit high too, and by the time I thought to tell her to stop her erotic narrative, and to my utter surprise, I realized that I was becoming quite aroused by her bawdy story.

Desiree noticed my emerging boner and said something like: "Ooooo! Babyyy! You like me being a bad girl don't you? Gee! You get all turned on hearing about how good Steve fucked me with his nice big long, thick dick, don't you Baby?" I must have turned ten shades of red, but as they say, "A hard-on never lies", regardless of its size.

Yes, I was turned on hearing all the sweaty, tumescent details about her sexual encounters that weekend. Very turned on. I got even more aroused and even harder when Desiree took my boner as a cue for her to be a very verbal and a blisteringly vulgar slut. With my stubby little cock throbbing in her hand she began to lead me through all the kisses, caresses, licks, strokes, grunts, squeals, sweat, semen and unbridled pleasure her weekend held. By the time she got to the part where they were naked together in the shower before going to bed together, I had spewed my hot sticky mess in her hand. But she did not stop her story (or her stroking) and soon I was hard again. She kept talking and stroking. She continued her story and stroked my stubby until I came two more times. And so my journey into the world of ethical non-monogamy took an unexpected turn.

There was one other episode with Desiree that was the final catalyst for my ultimate surrender and giving way to my true inner nature as a submissive male and a cuckold. I will share that here on a forum thread at another time.

My wife's outlook to sex is quite similar to Desiree's, and our marriage is quite similar to the relationship I had with Desiree. My wife is quite selective with her men but once she finds a suitable lover the relationship tends to be long-term with a good degree of intimacy and trust. In common with all her men is that they have much larger penises than mine (which, as she often reminds me, is not a difficult order to fill). At some point in theri relationship she will want to forego condoms and enjoy skin-to-skin bareback sex with them so she will ask that they take a test for STD's.

I can appreciate your stance on the matter as non-monogamy is not everyone's cup of tea. However for us it keeps our relationship fresh and exciting, and it fulfills my inner need to be dominated and sexually subjugated by my female partner.