Illogical Contradictions. Part 2

This is a follow up to previous blog. I wanted to address some other things.
Bi/Gay vs for ced ed bi/Gay.
Let's make one thing crystal clear from the start. I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING against the LGBT lifestyle. I voted and campaigned for gay marriage and LGBT rights on multiple occasions. My motto is live and let live. This being the premise, I do not like watching willing, consensual gay sex. Male or female. Not saying they shouldn't do it but I just don't like watching it. And if you read my bored blowjob blog you will see that I am a total hypocrite. The contradiction. The illogic in this is (as you can tell from everything on my page) is that forced bisexual is both the most disgusting and erotic thing in my life. When it happened at first I couldn't (and still can't) understand why my cock got so hard touching another mans penis. She made me grab and insert his cock back in her. This was wrong on so many levels. Why am I letting her Fuck him ? Why am I watching? Why am I helping ? Egads! I'm grabbing and stroking another dudes rod ! Gross! But why is my cock so fucking hard? She has me strip and my rock hard secret is exposed. She giggles and I turn red.
She explains to me that while I'm down there to message his balls. No fucking chance! She reaches over and starts stoking me and explains it will turn her on and I've already grabbed his cock so what's the difference? You all obviously know the rest. I won't repeat and bore you.
Now, many have already suggested that I am gay, so we tried that. We met a great gay guy at a bar named Carl and had him move in with us on a provisional basis. I took all of my belongings and moved into his room. We dated and I lived with him as my partner. We had fun going out on town but in the bedroom I had nothing. Limp as a wet noodle. He orgasmed twice a day so no problems with me putting out. He tried oral, anal, toys, viagra. Nothing. Then we were home and walked in on Tyrone fucking my wife and I was again rock hard. Carl loved that I could finally pound his ass but only as I was watching my wife. Carl was great but we all knew the truth. I'm not gay, just really strange. I gave him one last bj to go and he was on his way. Oh well.
Lastly, I actually lied in my last post. My wife didn't used to care that I cheated on her because I couldn't perform anyways. She dared me. One night drunk (nothing new) for some reason this hot server at the bar Stacy was celebrating he legal drinking age. I bought her a couple drinks and she actually went with me back to our place. My wife thought so little of my manhood that sh dares me to fuck other women in our bed. She even watches my failures and laughs. Well damn! This babe 25 yrs younger that me got everything to work and fucked my brains out over and over. It was like I was 21 again myself. My wife just sat there in disbelief. When we were finally finished she drove Stacy home while I slept. She told me everything was ok.
She was lying. She was so fucking jealous that she went on line that day, payed the extra same day shipping and bought this extra aggressive, too small metal chastiy device. She said it had nothing to do with my great sexual escapades , but that she wanted a new chapter in our life, LONG TERM chastity! This was 5 months ago, And with this metal aggressive cage on my dick I can't feel ANYTHING! Like I have no dick at all anymore. And if she wasn't mad why did she bring home way more guys for me to fluff and please. Also I can only wear lingerie when I am in the house. I have more women's clothes than men's now. Problem is the more she does things to me the more I seem to enjoy it.
I have drawn the line on two things. She told me to stop drinking (I really should, but that's a different post I guess) and I WILL NOT apply the chastiy device on myself or wash my own dick during milking under any circumstances. And it has to be her, not some gay guy. She threatened to leave and this time I stood my ground. So every 2 months she pulls off my cage, milks me with no orgasm, then cleans my Dick balls and the device. So I got that going for me.
In closing I fully admit that none of this makes any sense. And I am an illogical hypocritical cuck. Oh well.