A "Defining," Cautionary Tale

What follows is a true story. I have hummed and hawed about posting this for the last couple of days but here goes:

My Wife and I have been in this lifestyle for about twenty years now. Our relationship has evolved over that time from a couple who dabbled with others to a now full time cuckold relationship where I have been pussy (or at least penetrative) free for over ten years now.

My Wife has led the changes over the years from swinging to cuck to her occasionally escorting to having regular partners to her being very sub to more dominant men. Throughout all of this we have been fortunate to have never experienced any kind of STI etc.

This changed just before Christmas when she felt she had picked up a little infection. She has only been with two of her regular friends. They've played together for a couple of years now and it's always been fine. However, a trip to the nurse and a test and yes she has a minor infection. Nothing particularly serious but it requires some antibiotics.

So, a cautionary example to us all to be as careful as we can and don't get lax with testing just because you're with a regular friend.

However.... As an off hand comment over the phone when telling my Wife of her test results, the nurse said to my wife that she'd need to get me in too to start me on a course of antibiotics also. Knowing my aversion to unnecessary medication and the risks of antibiotics immunity my Wife to told her, "That won't be necessary, I don't have sex with him." Then in a slight panic that she had made herself sound callous she added, " Don't worry, he knows what I do." The nurse was obviously a little taken aback by this and asked to speak to me. My wife came over to me and handed me the phone saying that the nurse wanted to talk to me. Slightly nervously I answered while my wife mouthed "Sorry," to me. "Hello?" I said. The nurse at the other end replied "Mr ... Your wife requires some antibiotics for a little infection she has and so I'm going to need you to come into the surgery today to check whether you also require them." I replied that was OK and arranged a time a short time later.

Before leaving for the appointment my Wife filled me in with what she had said to the nurse so I assumed that the nurse was asking me in to ascertain whether she had been honest or whether she was trying to prevent me from finding out that she had cheated on me. When I got into her office though she was very blunt and straight to the point. "You're Wife says you are aware of her extramarital affairs but I need to understand more about the technicalities of it all to assess your risks." I just nodded and said OK. She continued: "Are you present during these activities?" I replied that I was sometimes but not always. "When you are present, what is your role?" Nervous, I stalled by asking what she meant? She replied: "Do you take any part in the activities." I took a deep breath and said, "Sometimes." The nurse rolled her eyes and said: "Mr... I'm trying to help you here. I need to know what, if any, part you play in your Wife's relationships and it's going to be a long day if you keep stalling me!"

Realising the game was up and I wasn't getting out of this easily I took another deep breath and started relaying my role as a cuck to the nurse. "I am not always present when she plays but if I am then more often than not I help prepare my Wife and her partner and then I help clean up afterwards." "Prepare them?" She said, "What does that mean? I presume you're not giving them a pep talk!" "No, I , well, it can be many things. I kiss my Wife's feet or I might be asked to get her partner erect." At this point the hu-mil-ia-tion was really setting in. I was starting to feel that knot in my guts but I was also feeling the familiar sensation in my balls that a cuck gets when he's exposed. The nurse continued: "Erect? Do you do this with your hands or Otherwise?" "Otherwise," I replied. "Orally?" She asked. "Yes," I responded. "I see," she nodded. "When you say that you help clean up, is this with tissues or otherwise?" Again I responded "Otherwise." She stared at me and gestured to expand on what I meant. "I will lick his genitals clean and then I will do the same for my wife." "Ok, so, you consume her partner's semen then?" "Yes," I replied whilst looking down. "It's OK Mr... You don't need to be embarrassed, I just need to know the level of interaction you have to understand whether or not you need antibiotics." I tried to smile. However, inside I was awash with emotions.

I'm not new to the lifestyle but we have been extraordinarily cautious with our privacy over the years. Outside our partners only my Wife's M*ther and S*ster have any idea yet here I was sitting in front of a nurse in her mid forties telling her my most intimate secrets. I was humiliated yes but also feeling incredibly liberated and somewhat aroused by the situation.

The nurse spoke again: "You obviously have a submissive role in your marriage. Are you ever used for more than oral by dominant partners?" This question rocked me a bit, I wasn't expecting it and that part of my lifestyle was definitely in the inner circle of secrecy. I cautiously replied: "Yes." "Explain," she asked. "She likes to see me being used sometimes. Sometimes she will have somebody.." I paused, for the life of me I couldn't think of the medical term for what I was about to admit to. "Eh, eh," I mumbled. "Fuck you?" The nurse offered. "Yeah." I whimpered, shocked at her use of that word in this setting. "Anything else? I really do need to know everything to understand the risks involved." Realising resistance was futile and I wasn't going to get out of this, I started blurting out that I was often subjected to various forms of testicular trauma and that several of Mrs's partners, male and female had urinated into my mouth. Broken, I sat silently staring at the ground while the nurse looked through some notes. "OK she said, I want to give you a short course of the same antibiotics as your wife. There's no real test for this infection for males as it doesn't present in the way it does for females. It's nothing to worry about and if you do have any trace of it the medication will clear it in a few days. Now, before you go. I just want to have a quick check of your testicles to make sure there's no real damage."

I nearly fell out of my chair at that. As mentioned, I was already semi aroused and despite all my confessions to the nurse I hadn't mentioned my rather serious medical fetish, especially concerning genital inspections. Fantasies aside, this was neither the time nor the place to lose control of the last semblance of my dignity. "Oh they're fine, don't worry." I said with panicked urgency. "I'll be the judge of that Mr..., lose your trousers and pop up on the bed." I slipped off my shoes and trousers and climbed onto the bed and lay back, exposed. At this point I should mention that I'm an obese man and my once proud penis is mostly buried in my pubic fat pad but I felt I wasn't really getting away with pretending I was a masculine man anymore anyway.

The nurse came over and with her gloved hands pushed into the fat pad and exposed what penis I have. "Circumcised I see. Probably for the best with your lifestyle," She casually remarked. Then she turned her attention to my balls. "These are quite some size Mr... are they always this big or would you consider them swollen currently?" "That's about normal I suppose," I replied. "When were they last subjected to ab-use She asked. "A couple of days ago." I replied. "What was the nature of that activity?" The nurse asked. "Ehm, well, they were tied up by my Wife and then her and her friend pushed needles into them." "I believe they call that skewering," the nurse mused. "You really should be careful with that you don't want to end up being castrated." I couldn't help what happened next. She had unwittingly unlocked my ultimate fantasy. I instantly became fully erect. The nurse couldn't help but notice and said with a smile: "Or maybe you do!" My penis was pulsing. She let go of my testicles and I desperately tried to think of drowning puppies and the Queen's funeral, anything to regain control and avoid a messy situation.

Once under control I got up and re-dressed. The nurse handed me a prescription. As she did, she leaned in, touched my arm and said: "Don't worry I won't put the finer details in your records. Just that you were prescribed for a suspected Sti. I actually think it's really great that you are living the lifestyle you both want."

Once I got home I really felt conflicted. On one hand we had been given a lesson in precaution. We've played for two decades and perhaps we had become a little lax in our approach to sexual health. On the other hand I have never felt more affirmed in my role. It was almost cathartic to be exposed in such a manner. To finally be able to say to someone outside our lifestyle that I'm me. A submissive cuckold fag who exists to pleasure others.