Being a cuck
My wife has written in her blog about how we came to enjoy the 'cuckold' lifestyle. Here it is:
Iām often asked about what might be described as āthe cuckold lifestyleā, how it works and how it began. For me, the start pre-dates my marriage. From about 13 years of age I had a very high sex drive (and still do) and had my first sexual experience ā oral sex with a much older man ā at 14. So I suppose I always knew Iād be most unlikely to settle for almost a lifetime of sexual experiences with just one man.
What happened with my husband, John, is as follows. Weād been dating and enjoying a good sex life at weekends. He liked the fact I wore seamed and fishnet stockings and that I enjoyed showing myself off in pubs, wine bars, clubs, even out shopping and the like. One Saturday we were getting down to it in my flat ā I was on all fours in a suspender belt, seams and heels and as he was about to go into me he spotted a big semen stain on my suspender belt. Questions were asked. I denied everything and said it was his but he remembered the last time Iād worn this particular belt and knew it wasnāt. I continued to deny everything, despite the fact that I knew it was a colleagueās spunk after heād cum on me in a pub toilet the night before. But he knew I was lying and stormed off.
A couple of weeks later he rang and asked to meet and so we talked about it and I admitted having a āthingā with Andy, a guy at work (I was actually playing with two guys at the time but I didnāt tell him this until later). He said he had thought about it and didnāt object to me having fun, as he knew how much I loved sex but he did object to not knowing and being lied to and made to feel a fool. He asked me to describe what had been going on with Andy and as I did so, he asked more and more detailed questions and admitted he was very aroused hearing about my slutty behaviour, sucking Andyās cock and encouraging him to spunk all over my face, for example. I told him I could never imagine only having one man and if he couldnāt accept that, he should find someone else.
He said he could accept this but only if he was involved. Involved how? Threesomes? He didnāt really know but as a minimum I must tell him everything. So the next Friday after an evening drinking with Andy and being a slut in the toilets, I went to Johnās flat, he saw how I had dressed for my night out (seams, heels, mini skirt, black Ā¼ cup bra under a thin white blouse) and as he fucked me I told him what Iād been up to. Fair to say that was the best sex weād ever had.
For a time this worked for us ā Iād be a slut on a night out, Iād tell him everything, even taunting him about it and weād have terrific sex. John always knew I have a big thing about black men and in time I told him about the second colleague, Greg, who was black and very, very big (and very kinky). John wanted to watch me with Greg, so one evening while he hid himself in my bedroom wardrobe, I brought Greg back to my flat. I found that being watched was a massive turn on for me and I really put on a āshowā ā every position, moaning loudly, shouting that I wanted to be gang banged by Gregās mates, all sorts of really filthy stuff. After Greg left, John and I fucked until the middle of the morning.
Then we progressed to John watching openly, watching me with a variety of men. He even introduced me to some of them. I didnāt always have full sex ā I was very keen on oral back then and John loves watching a man ejaculate in my mouth and I also greatly enjoyed having men ejaculate on my face.
When we married, I had assumed I would need to turn down the dial on my slutty behaviour but John said no, if anything, he wanted to step it up, arguing that this would help to keep our marriage and our sex lives fresh, so he suggested I continue to wear suspender belts, stockings and stiletto heels or patent high heel boots to work as often as possible, left my bra at home (or wear a Ā¼ cup) and continue to fellate and fuck as many as my colleagues and work contacts as I wished.
After we married and now living together, we played different ways, enjoying the variety. For example, one summer evening we arranged for me to have a sex session with a guy, pretending my husband was away, but he was actually outside and able to watch through the French windows. However, shortly after his āshowā got underway, I played a mean trick and closed the curtains. He could still hear us going at it with the windows open but was very frustrated that he couldnāt watch and I found his frustration was a thrill for me and something I wanted to do more.
I think this was when things began to change. I wasnāt enjoying him watching as much as I used to as the outfits, positions etc were to his liking, not mine and he was interfering too much, rather than just passively watching. I did a few meetings with guys where he would see me getting ready, putting on my stockings, doing my make-up, preparing myself for my date but he remained at home and we both found the power of his imagination of all the things I might be doing actually added to his pleasure. For example, I found a club in Wandsworth called āBlack Lustā which described itself as a club āfor white women, wishing to meet black menā and I got him to drive me there and drop me off, watching me walk in dressed in my sexy best and huge heels but he had to go home and wait to find out later what Iād done in the club.
More recently I made a lifestyle choice and decided to find a regular sex partner ā black, of course ā and so now I donāt have full sex with any other men although I provide hand relief or occasional oral for others, like my boss. I donāt even have sex with my husband ā he must be satisfied with regular hand relief and as he likes the idea of me being āon the gameā I charge him a fee even for that āserviceā. Of course, I taunt and humiliate him about the fact that heāll never have sex with me again and Iāve recently stopped giving him oral as well but he enjoys his humiliating status. Iāve never let him watch me with my partner but I have occasionally phoned him and let him listen as I take a hard pounding from my lovely black b**st of a man. He liked this so much he even bought me a Bluetooth headset, so he could hear it all in glorious detail.
Is this lifestyle for everyone? No, of course not. But it has worked for us and I know I am happier and feel so much younger than my age, thanks to the hundreds of men I have milked, sucked and fucked. Does this make me a wanton slut? Yes, and whatās wrong with that?
Iām often asked about what might be described as āthe cuckold lifestyleā, how it works and how it began. For me, the start pre-dates my marriage. From about 13 years of age I had a very high sex drive (and still do) and had my first sexual experience ā oral sex with a much older man ā at 14. So I suppose I always knew Iād be most unlikely to settle for almost a lifetime of sexual experiences with just one man.
What happened with my husband, John, is as follows. Weād been dating and enjoying a good sex life at weekends. He liked the fact I wore seamed and fishnet stockings and that I enjoyed showing myself off in pubs, wine bars, clubs, even out shopping and the like. One Saturday we were getting down to it in my flat ā I was on all fours in a suspender belt, seams and heels and as he was about to go into me he spotted a big semen stain on my suspender belt. Questions were asked. I denied everything and said it was his but he remembered the last time Iād worn this particular belt and knew it wasnāt. I continued to deny everything, despite the fact that I knew it was a colleagueās spunk after heād cum on me in a pub toilet the night before. But he knew I was lying and stormed off.
A couple of weeks later he rang and asked to meet and so we talked about it and I admitted having a āthingā with Andy, a guy at work (I was actually playing with two guys at the time but I didnāt tell him this until later). He said he had thought about it and didnāt object to me having fun, as he knew how much I loved sex but he did object to not knowing and being lied to and made to feel a fool. He asked me to describe what had been going on with Andy and as I did so, he asked more and more detailed questions and admitted he was very aroused hearing about my slutty behaviour, sucking Andyās cock and encouraging him to spunk all over my face, for example. I told him I could never imagine only having one man and if he couldnāt accept that, he should find someone else.
He said he could accept this but only if he was involved. Involved how? Threesomes? He didnāt really know but as a minimum I must tell him everything. So the next Friday after an evening drinking with Andy and being a slut in the toilets, I went to Johnās flat, he saw how I had dressed for my night out (seams, heels, mini skirt, black Ā¼ cup bra under a thin white blouse) and as he fucked me I told him what Iād been up to. Fair to say that was the best sex weād ever had.
For a time this worked for us ā Iād be a slut on a night out, Iād tell him everything, even taunting him about it and weād have terrific sex. John always knew I have a big thing about black men and in time I told him about the second colleague, Greg, who was black and very, very big (and very kinky). John wanted to watch me with Greg, so one evening while he hid himself in my bedroom wardrobe, I brought Greg back to my flat. I found that being watched was a massive turn on for me and I really put on a āshowā ā every position, moaning loudly, shouting that I wanted to be gang banged by Gregās mates, all sorts of really filthy stuff. After Greg left, John and I fucked until the middle of the morning.
Then we progressed to John watching openly, watching me with a variety of men. He even introduced me to some of them. I didnāt always have full sex ā I was very keen on oral back then and John loves watching a man ejaculate in my mouth and I also greatly enjoyed having men ejaculate on my face.
When we married, I had assumed I would need to turn down the dial on my slutty behaviour but John said no, if anything, he wanted to step it up, arguing that this would help to keep our marriage and our sex lives fresh, so he suggested I continue to wear suspender belts, stockings and stiletto heels or patent high heel boots to work as often as possible, left my bra at home (or wear a Ā¼ cup) and continue to fellate and fuck as many as my colleagues and work contacts as I wished.
After we married and now living together, we played different ways, enjoying the variety. For example, one summer evening we arranged for me to have a sex session with a guy, pretending my husband was away, but he was actually outside and able to watch through the French windows. However, shortly after his āshowā got underway, I played a mean trick and closed the curtains. He could still hear us going at it with the windows open but was very frustrated that he couldnāt watch and I found his frustration was a thrill for me and something I wanted to do more.
I think this was when things began to change. I wasnāt enjoying him watching as much as I used to as the outfits, positions etc were to his liking, not mine and he was interfering too much, rather than just passively watching. I did a few meetings with guys where he would see me getting ready, putting on my stockings, doing my make-up, preparing myself for my date but he remained at home and we both found the power of his imagination of all the things I might be doing actually added to his pleasure. For example, I found a club in Wandsworth called āBlack Lustā which described itself as a club āfor white women, wishing to meet black menā and I got him to drive me there and drop me off, watching me walk in dressed in my sexy best and huge heels but he had to go home and wait to find out later what Iād done in the club.
More recently I made a lifestyle choice and decided to find a regular sex partner ā black, of course ā and so now I donāt have full sex with any other men although I provide hand relief or occasional oral for others, like my boss. I donāt even have sex with my husband ā he must be satisfied with regular hand relief and as he likes the idea of me being āon the gameā I charge him a fee even for that āserviceā. Of course, I taunt and humiliate him about the fact that heāll never have sex with me again and Iāve recently stopped giving him oral as well but he enjoys his humiliating status. Iāve never let him watch me with my partner but I have occasionally phoned him and let him listen as I take a hard pounding from my lovely black b**st of a man. He liked this so much he even bought me a Bluetooth headset, so he could hear it all in glorious detail.
Is this lifestyle for everyone? No, of course not. But it has worked for us and I know I am happier and feel so much younger than my age, thanks to the hundreds of men I have milked, sucked and fucked. Does this make me a wanton slut? Yes, and whatās wrong with that?
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