>Something my man and I agree on is that we don't want/trust anyone who is ok with plain old infidelity.
That's very wise. Now that I think about it, all of our vixens were either fully aware of me from the start or wholly unaware of me. I think the ones who think they can get my man to cheat on me squick him out. Only the ones who were fully aware of me ended up becoming regular lays; the ones wholly unaware of me were but one night stands. I much prefer the ones who are aware of and comfortable with me since I like being friendly with them, going out for breakfast the morning after, that sort of thing.
>Our cuckqueaning is not infidelity to my mind, despite the name - it is still a consensual agreement between us. I might fantasize about being cheated on for real, when I get in a really submissive mood, but it's only a fantasy. I usually don't even like it as kink talk.
It's so nice to see someone else who feels this way about it! The thought of being cheated on is still a very unhappy and distressing one for me. I think the closest I get in fantasy is my man preparing a new girl in secret so he can fuck her as a surprise gift for me.
You hit the nail when you referred to it as "our" cuckqueaning, because that's really what it is. My man's not going off to sow wild oats because he'd cheat on me anyway - he wouldn't - but rather because I want him to. (Lots of early cuckqueaning comprised women who seemed to be post-fact rationalising being cheated on and abused; they lay claim to the title as a hardcore humiliation thing and excluded compersive cuckqueans as not-real-cuckqueans.)
I remember a time our first vixen was spread-eagled face down on the bed making choked moan-whimpers with her fists full of sheet while my man pounded her, and he looked up and into my eyes before giving the happiest "isn't this awesome?" grin, and in that moment I just felt so connected and intimate with him. That's cuckqueaning!
>Maybe I'm worrying too much about sustainability for something that might not happen that often even after Corona-chan is put to bed.
Lots of outsiders misunderstand this sort of thing as a hedonic treadmill (though I've met enough burned-out degenerate BDSM high-chasers and porn addicts to know where the general image comes from), but in my experience it hasn't been a problem. You should expect that the raw punch of novelty will fade over time into happy familiarity. Listening to it or hearing about it afterwards isn't the same as watching it directly, but have their own flavours to be learned and appreciated. But if you find that you need their sex to be within eyeshot to properly enjoy it then that's something you should insist upon! No point to this if you don't enjoy it.
Those who approach cuckqueaning as novel high-chasing are going to be disappointed in the long run. After a while you come to know how it all goes, like a favourite amusement park ride or special recipe, but in some ways that makes it more enjoyable. Not every cucking will make your insides molten and turn you on so hard you think your soul's going to fall out of your body. There are bumps and scrapes and pitfalls along the way, too, so the usual tired old advice about sensible self-awareness and communication applies quadruply, but for me it's turned out very well.
>Honestly figured this was just a common idea.
It's a time-honoured cliché for a reason! I've never done it, personally, but that's only because vixens who've been comfortable being watched have also been comfortable doing it with me right there in the room. I think if I retired to the closet they'd have freaked out a little.