Heidi’s Perfect Marriage


I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa, five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat-normal country, and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked it for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guest house. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to fly into Johannesburg and then transfer to a domestic flight. It wasn’t particularly taxing, but by the time I finally landed at the Durban airport I was glad someone was there to meet me. Little did I know then that she would end up being my wife in a few months. Heidi was slim with firm boobs and a tight ass. Not classically beautiful, but very attractive and sexy in an untamed way. She looked like a free spirit; in her mid-thirties, blonde, deeply tanned and dressed like she had just come in from the bush with tan trousers, a loose t-shirt and boots that were made for hill walking, not strutting down a fashion runway. I could tell on first sight that she would look like an entirely different woman in a short skirt and high heels. By chance she had just arrived that day on a two week break from her job at an upmarket safari camp near Kruger Park and had yet to change out of her work clothes and, at that point in her life, her wardrobe mainly consisted of jeans and t-shirts. Five years down the line and there’s not a pair of jeans or a t-shirt in her rather extensive wardrobe. To make a long story short, we hit it off immediately, stayed up all night long drinking and talking and, just when the sun was coming up she took off her clothes, walked over to where I was sitting and unzipped my trousers and gave me the best blow job I’d had in years. Although that was only a few years ago, the time in my life when I could get hard and have an orgasm seem like a distant memory to me now. We spent the following two weeks in bed with each other between long walks on the beach and nights out at restaurants. Heidi picked up on the fact that I didn’t mind her making most of the decisions while I was with her, which is something she wasn’t used to but seemed to get into. Needless to say, the decisions she did make on my behalf had a lot to do with going out shopping for clothes for her. I have always had an eye for women’s fashion and I spent loads getting her a beautiful, sexy new wardrobe. I think I was the first man that ever tried to spoil her. When it came time to finally say goodbye, Heidi asked if there was a future for us. When I said there certainly was she asked if I would be faithful to her. I told her I would and asked if she would be faithful to me. She told me the best she could do was try but her willpower often let her down. She then told me that she had a couple of ‘fuckbuddies’ at the safari lodge, but they were married so they didn’t pose a threat to me. According to her, they just came over to her little apartment after work, drank some wine and had sex with her. She said one of them was David, the son of the owner of the lodge, and it was impossible for her to say no to him as it would threaten her job; the other was Jimmy, a handsome ranger that she would almost find it impossible to say no to. She told me both of them were very well-endowed. When I asked her if they were larger than me she just giggled and said most men were alsancak escort far larger than me, but tried to reassure me by saying that, although I wasn’t very well endowed, most men with big cocks were arrogant assholes and only cared about sex, not about forming a long-term relationship. I was kind of taken aback, but the best I could think was to ask her to at least be honest with me about things. She promised she would and she lived up to her word. After I finally got back to my digs in Lusaka, after a couple of long flights and a dodgy taxi ride over potholed roads in the pitch black of night, I turned on my phone and got two texts. The first one read: ‘David came over, we talked for a bit, and I went down on him. He wanted to fuck me but I felt funny about that.’ The second one read: ‘Jimmy came over after he saw David leave and screwed my brains out. Hope you had a good flight back.’ Three months later I proposed to Heidi and she accepted. Of course she had surmised by then that there would never be any expectations on my part that she would have to be faithful in our marriage, so it was easy for her to say yes to my proposal. She admitted that it was very unlikely that any South African man would marry a woman who was openly cheating on him and had every intention of cheating on him in the future. Although she felt lucky to have found me, I also knew that my acquiescence to her demands somehow diminished her view of my manliness. She must have confided this to her sister, mother and friends and they must have told their husbands and boyfriends about this prior to our marriage because when we did take our final vows I heard a few giggles in the church when Heidi professed to be faithful during the wedding ceremony. When she got back to the safari lodge after the break we had been on she told the owner she was going to resign and the staff threw her a party, not quite believing she had found somebody who wanted to marry instead of just fucking her on the side. Of course the engagement didn’t stop Jimmy and David fucking her. Every night I would receive a text telling me that she had sex with at least one of them. They were just her current lovers. During the years Heidi had worked there she’d had sex with a number of the men on staff, and a lot of them approached her after her engagement and tried to convince her to have one last go with them. During her nightly calls she assured me that she only was sleeping with two men, even though she was constantly tempted by others. That made me feel that she had a good commitment to our relationship. I had gone back to Lusaka with a chastity device fitted securely on my cock and balls. Heidi found it when she went to an all-women’s sex store in an upmarket neighbourhood north of Durban, and was thrilled when the salesgirl told her what it was. It was one of those plastic ones which actually are very uncomfortable to wear over a long period but I was committed to the relationship and gladly let her keep both keys and promised to not fiddle with it while we were apart. I had to shave myself before I put it on, and the urge to scratch myself when my pubic hair started growing back in was truly annoying. Despite the fact that she was having affairs with two men at the time she couldn’t stand the thought of me even getting aroused by another woman in her absence. I ended up wearing it up until the day we were married, and I will alsancak escort bayan never forget the feeling when it first came off. I felt like a virgin. On our wedding night I don’t think I lasted more than thirty seconds the three times we made love. It was particularly hard wearing it in the mornings while I was still in Lusaka and Heidi was at the safari lodge and the text would come in the morning telling me how one of her loves had enjoyed her pussy or lips the previous night. Since her notice time was six weeks and our marriage was set for four weeks away, after we were married she had to return to complete the final two weeks of her contract. The wedding ring did little to deter Jimmy and David, who continued to fuck her up until the day she left the lodge. I guess that was when I officially became a cuckold. She was faithful to me for about twelve hours after she returned to the game reserve. Five years later we are now based in London and my wife has had over eighteen relationships, ranging from one night stands to three year affairs. Since she was raised in a macho culture she seems only physically attracted to dominant men. If you don’t know the type, the guys she likes are married, totally alpha and expect their wives to be completely faithful to them but have no problem having sex with a beta male’s wife, particularly the kind of sex they have with Heidi. Most English women have a big problem going down on guys, but Heidi loves sucking cocks and she always falls for the kind of guys who love to see her on her knees servicing them. I don’t know how we reached the point in our relationship where it was just unfathomable that Heidi and I would ever have sex. I just sensed I was never going to match up to her more assertive lovers and she knew our relationship would be better if she took the sex out of the equation and made some major changes in our relationship. She still got insanely jealous if I even looked another woman, and this upset me as much as it did her. She wanted her freedom to have other lovers but she didn’t want to worry about her wealthy husband straying. When she suggested a solution to this problem, I wasn’t as shocked as one would suspect when she told me what she wanted to have done. I just thanked her for not suggesting I wear a chastity device again. I didn’t want to go back to that. It helps me that I have an understanding doctor who is, in her own way, a feminist who believes my marriage is an ideal model which should be embraced by more couples. Helen is also my wife’s doctor and friend and often goes out with her at night. I know they have gotten up to some wild things together. Heidi obviously confided to her about our relationship and her other relationships, and I guess they both concluded that some sort of medical solution would be best for me. To be honest, my marriage wouldn’t work without the help that Helen has provided me. The treatment she has tailored for me has allowed me to be happy in a situation many men would consider to be intolerable. She is also a sounding board for me and I can confide in her about my insecurities, and I can tell she enjoys her role in changing our marriage for the better. Equally important, she is there to make sure my wife is healthy and doesn’t contract any sexual infections, which is important considering how promiscuous she is. Every three months I am given a shot of Depo-Provera, which escort alsancak eliminates almost all of my sex drive and even controls my fantasies and helps make my marriage work better. If you don’t know about this wonder drug, you should look it up. It is an effective form of chemical castration that is reversible. It is the ideal treatment for a committed cuckold as it takes away a man’s sexual drive. It also serves to eliminate any guilt the wife might have for denying her husband sex over the long-term, because the husband largely forgets about the subject entirely. It is also a hell of a lot more comfortable than wearing a chastity device. I found the one Heidi bought for me whilst I was alone in Lusaka was constantly twisting and pinching my skin. After three weeks of wearing it I was fed up and threw it away. The drugs assure that I can no longer have an erection. After a few years of treatment, on the downside, I have noticed that my prick and balls have visibly shrunk, not that it matters tremendously. If I even attempted to put on a chastity device now it would just fall off. I don’t think they make them small enough to fit me in my current state. I also attend the surgery every Friday morning for oestrogen treatment, which normally wrecks my weekend and confuses me until at least Monday. I find it impossible to go out of the house on Saturday and Sunday, but I use the time to clean and do the laundry for the week. The oestrogen does give me hot flashes, which I am told are similar to what a woman has when she goes through menopause. After all, getting a large dose of female hormones and then trying to pretend you are a normal man is disconcerting to say the least. For any man considering this it requires a lot of discipline not to put on weight. The perfect balance of oestrogen should bring about some feminine feelings without visibly swelling the breasts. Helen has worked out the perfect weekly dose for me. Coupled with exercise and a good diet I have kept a trim figure although my breasts are sensitive and slightly larger and my nipples are very prominent but still small enough where I don’t have to face the embarrassment of wearing a bra. I have found that my hair on top my head is thicker after going on the hormones and there are other subtle changes in my body and psyche. I am more emotional and prone to crying if I get upset. It’s a strange experience taking female hormones in the doses that Helen has prescribed for me. It’s not only the mental experience, which is actually quite pleasurable. I have watched my body change physically over the course of the last few years. It’s nothing dramatic but my hips have filled out and are more feminine and my waist is smaller. My breasts are now the most sensitive part of my body and I will often find myself touching and fondling my prominent nipples absentmindedly, particularly in the morning when the hormonal rushes are the greatest. I can’t wear any rough cotton shirts anymore as I find that they irritate my breasts too much, so I wear softer tops now. I have thrown out all my boxer shorts, as I prefer tight knickers which keep my shrunken cock and balls tightly in place and have a more feminine look. I have found that the Playtex elastic knickers which are almost like a panty girdle work best, and I have dozens of pairs in different colours. One of the biggest changes in my life is actually quite minor. I no longer feel confident peeing in a men’s urinal. First of all, the last thing I want is for someone to glance over and see me holding a tiny prick but, more importantly, my cock is a little too small to hold and aim properly, so I prefer to use the stall and pee like a woman. I often get shocked looks from men when I go into a public lavatory.

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