Would Your Husband Even Recognize The Choker I Placed Around Your Neck, Claiming You As My Own?

…The night before our wedding, Kathryn cheated on me with a guy she had been seeing behind my back for over a year. She was getting fucked by Jason one last time before we would exchange our vows at the alter the next day. But on the morning of our wedding day, she said she had to see me.

She was brutally honest that morning as she told me that had been seeing Jason because our sex was so terrible. And now she was having serious last-minute doubts about marrying me. She said she loved me, but couldn’t take a lifetime of shitty sex and thought maybe we should call off the wedding. I agreed that she deserved much better, and although I was shocked, I suggested that our marriage could be open for her if she wanted.

“What if there were absolutely no restrictions on your freedom?” I asked as I proposed a different kind of marriage.

Thankfully, she instantly said “yes” to this second proposal of sorts, and she agreed to marry me that day on the condition that she would continue to have a relationship with Jason outside our marriage, and I would be a permanently chastened cuckold. She would never have sex with me again. Ever.

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The wedding itself was beautiful as we were surrounded by friends and family, all celebrating our betrothal. Unbeknownst to me, the guest who fittingly caught the garter was very special. At least to my wife. It was indeed Jason who snatched it out of the air to roars of applause.

Around midnight my wife and I bid farewell to our guests, got in the car and drove off to begin our honeymoon.

When we arrived at the hotel, my wife was told at the desk that our friend, Jason, had checked in just ahead of us, and had the room across the hall from ours.

Thirty minutes later, as I sat playing with my little dick while watching my wife consummate our marriage with her lover, I realized that ours would always be a marriage between three people.

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In retrospect, becoming a permanently chastened cuckold to my wife and Jason was absolutely the right decision, even if it has been unfairly hard on me. We now live in the same condo building as Jason - he has his own unit on the same floor as ours, although most nights he sleeps in our master bedroom with Kate, or Kate goes to his condo when they want to be totally alone. I have been permanently relegated to the guest bedroom in our unit, and take care of all of the domestic duties, as well as a few others to support their relationship.

Kate now identifies as polyamorous and she is very happy with Jason as her primary, and me as their cuck - she is still married to me on paper, but that may change someday. In fact, Kate is thinking of coming out as poly so that she and Jason can be open about their relationship and our little triad. They don’t want to hide their love any longer.

All three of us are happy with our arrangement, although I must admit it’s difficult for me. But in the grand scheme of things, that’s how it should be for a sexually inadequate man like me. This is the fate I deserve, and frankly, the best I could have ever hoped for under the circumstances.