This is another installment in my series of real stories, entitled: Cuckold Confessions.  If you are a cuckold, a bull, or a hot wife, and wish to be interviewed for this series, or if you just enjoy reading them, leave a comment and let me know.

Hello.  My name is George…. well, I should say my [...]]]>

This is another installment in my series of real stories, entitled: Cuckold Confessions.  If you are a cuckold, a bull, or a hot wife, and wish to be interviewed for this series, or if you just enjoy reading them, leave a comment and let me know.

Hello.  My name is George…. well, I should say my “given” name, is George.  My wife, her friends, and her many lovers, call me Georgie-girl.  I am a sissy cuckold.

Wife Disappointed in Small Penis

My wife and I have been married for 20 years, some of them happy, some of them not so happy.  We do love each other, which I think makes the difference.  I have always had a small penis, something Gladys didn’t find out until the wedding night.  I could see her disappointment when she realized it was already as big as it was going to get.  She tried to be nice and I tried to not see how much it bothered her.  We went on this way for many years, neither having the courage to talk about the elephant in the room.

George Becomes Panty Boy

Me being a panty boy all happened quite innocently.  I was feeling low one day when I was home alone, and put on a pair of my wife’s panties so I could pretend to be her and chastise me for having such a small penis.  Much to my surprise, I put those panties on and forgot all about my earlier plan.  They were so soft and silky and felt sooooo good against my little itty bitty.

It wasn’t long before I was putting on her panties and even stockings whenever she left.  Of course they felt so good and made me feel so naughty, that I always ended up masturbating in them.

Wife Catches Sissy

One day I was home masturbating, dressed in panties, bra, stockings, garter belt, heels, and lipstick, and my wife walked in!  She was supposed to have been gone for another two hours, but her plans fell through.  She barged right into the bedroom with an angry look and told me I should be ashamed.

She grabbed that dildo on the bed beside me and started fucking me with it.  She fucked me three ways to Sunday while she told me all about how horrible it was for her that I was a small dick loser, how humiliating it is for her now, to not only have to deal with that but to come in and find her husband dressed as a sissy slut?

Gladys Cuckolds Sissy George

Gladys seemed to love taking control and went on to say that she was going to start sleeping with other men; real mean with real cocks.  Not only that, but she started making me dress like a sissy slut and wait on my knees for her to bring home a guy.  It is my job to fluff the bulls before they fuck her, and the bulls are told to fuck me as I lick the cream pie out of her sweet pussy.

I have been her little sissy cuckold slave for the last 10 years, and I honestly believe it is what saved our marriage.  Oooh, gotta go.  Gladys called… she’s bringing home a present for Georgie-girl…

There you have it cuckies.  I hope you like this series.  I know I have really enjoyed hearing about all the different experiences.

Until next time,

-Empress Hunter

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This is another installment in my series of real life cuckolding stories, Cuckold Confessions. Please leave me a comment and let me know how you like them. ~ Empress Hunter

My name is Misty and I am what is known as a slut wife, or hot wife.  I fuck other men- sometimes in front of my [...]]]>

This is another installment in my series of real life cuckolding stories, Cuckold Confessions. Please leave me a comment and let me know how you like them.
~ Empress Hunter

My name is Misty and I am what is known as a slut wife, or hot wife.  I fuck other men- sometimes in front of my husband, sometimes not.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband- it’s just that he can’t satisfy my insatiable appetite for big cocks.

Slut Wife in the Making

Duane and I were married right out of college and I just knew I would love him forever.  He was smart, funny, well hung, and rich- all things important to my happiness.  We had a fairy tale wedding and honeymooned in Hawaii, where we didn’t see much, because we stayed in the room and humped like rabbits.  He really was a good lover, and could recover almost immediately, allowing us to have sex four or five times a day- sometimes more!! Oooh, life was good!

Husband too Busy for Sex

We got back home and I was on cloud 9.  I had the house of my dreams and man of my dreams, who wanted to fuck as much as I did!  Then, he went back to work and it all went downhill from there.  Meetings, working late, working on the weekends, it seems all Duane did was work.  When I mentioned this to him, he said he had to work that much to keep me in the lifestyle to which I was accustomed.

Sexual Frustration and Boredom Set In

With Duane gone more and more, sex was less and less.  It went from several times a day down to once a week, then once a month, and eventually ceased altogether.  I was a young, good looking woman with a hyperactive sex drive, getting zero sex.  You can only masturbate so much, before you get tired of it and want a real cock again! What was I supposed to do?

Hotwife Looking for Bull

I did what any neglected, sexually frustrated woman would do; I went to the bar.  I flirted with all the young studs who were buying me drinks.  I danced with men, rubbing my ass against their cocks, feeling the hard bulge in their pants.  Naturally, it wasn’t long until I ended up in a hotel room, fucking one of those big cocked studs

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Accidental Cream Pie Slut

That stud and I fucked for hours; I just couldn’t get enough!  When I finally did get home, as luck would have it, Duane was in an amorous mood.  “Damn!”, I thought.   “He’s going to smell sex on me.  He’s going to want to eat my pussy and he will know what I’ve done!”  Sure enough, he immediately started licking my pussy, commenting on how wet it was, and how it must have been too long, because he never remembered it tasting quite that good.  He licked my pussy for hours, loving every minute of it!

Slut Wife Confession Time

Well, as you might imagine, I felt all kinds of guilty, so I told Duane the truth.  I told him that I couldn’t stand a sexless marriage and that I needed sex every day.  Duane said he knew that was the case, but he just didn’t have the time or the energy to keep up with me.  Duane then confessed that he had always had fantasies of watching me with a black man with a huge cock.  In fact, he told me if I wanted to fuck black men with big cocks every day, he would love it!

Big Black Cock Cuckold

That was two years ago and many big black cocks ago.  Duane and I have, what we feel, is the perfect arrangement.  He works to keep in the manner to which I have become accustomed, and I fuck a different man with a big cock, every day.  Sometimes, Duane has an opportunity to watch, other times,  he doesn’t.  But no matter what, there’s always a sweet, hot, creampie awaiting him inside my pussy.

Until next time, cuckies-
Empress Hunter

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“Cookie’s plan was to have Chuckie suck Big John’s dick, but she figured she would have to sternly order him to do so. What happened next surprised Chuckie as much as it surprised Cookie and Big John. Chuckie reached up and took [...]]]>

Here’s what was happening when we last left new cuckold Chuckie and hotwife Cookie:

“Cookie’s plan was to have Chuckie suck Big John’s dick, but she figured she would have to sternly order him to do so. What happened next surprised Chuckie as much as it surprised Cookie and Big John. Chuckie reached up and took that big dick in his hands and wrapped his cocksucker red lips around the head, before licking up and down the long, thick shaft, as if it were an ice cream cone!”

Cuckie Chuckie was born to be a cocksucker; he realized that now. Mmmm, his panties were already wet and he couldn’t seem to make himself stop licking, sucking, and worshiping that big, beautiful, black cock. Finally, Chuckie felt those bulging veins start throbbing and that big black head swelling up, preparing to spew forth a white-hot load of jizz. He was ready; he wanted it all.

After Big John came in Chuckie’s mouth, Cookie ordered him to keep sucking so he would stay good and hard, and when the time was right, guide that back black cock right into her pussy. My but Chuckie was so excited at that though, he almost creamed his panties! He had no idea it could be this exciting!!

Doing as he was told, Chuckie positioned himself in a chair right beside the bed and watched the action. He so wanted to stroke his cock… wait… he couldn’t say cock… he wanted to rub his clitty while he watched. But Cookie had given him strict orders to keep his hands off. Finally, Big John and Cookie had the most intense orgasm at the exact same time; Big John leaving her full of creampie for Chuckie to eat.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Cuckie Chuckie and Cookie to see what happens next!

Until next time, cuckies-

-Empress Hunter

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I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been in our lives [...]]]>

 

I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been in our lives since last May, and before him I’d only had a few casual relationships since Seth and I started exploring cuckoldry.  To be quite honest, when we started wading into the possibility of  me bedding other partners, my initial idea was that from time to time Seth and I would swing with other couples.  (what’s fair is fair, right?) In fact, the first time I was with another man outside of our marriage, it was with an old college friend of Seth’s from out of town who was visiting us.  He and his wife came by for dinner one evening before heading back to California.   Seth and I knew that they were into couple swapping, and we even fantasized together about what it would be like if I was with Dan and he was with Carrie a few nights beforehand and got ourselves so worked up we fucked like minx.

Anyway, we enjoyed a delightful dinner of grilled marinated steaks, potato salad, corn on the cob.  It was the fourth of July weekend.  There was a lot of sexy talk and flirting, the occasional pat on my bottom by Dan and Carrie was quite uninhibited as she plopped herself right onto Seth’s lap after dinner while we were sitting out on the deck in our yard.  Carrie and I had been downing vodka and teas while the boys had their beer.  Dan brought out some pot and we decided, what the hell….it really started to feel like college all over again!  We then started playing some goofy drinking game and things were moving along rather smashingly until poor Carrie (who I hadn’t realized was a light weight when it came to alcohol) got sick.  She ended up passing out upstairs leaving me with Dan and Seth, and what appeared to be an awkward twist in our plans for the night.

I was feeling really worked up sexually.  Dan is an artistic type who works as a film editor and has a very laid back demeanor.  He and Seth shared an apartment during their freshman year in college before Dan transferred to UCLA.  According to Seth, Dan was definately the wild child.  Dan is of Cuban and French descent, and everything about him embodied hot-blooded male.  With jet-black wavy hair, hazel eyes, full lips that easily broke into a grin only to reveal perfect white teeth that contrasted so nicely with his deep brown skin–its easy to see how Dan had no trouble meeting females.  Seth told me that living with Dan was like living with a porn movie director….there used to be a parade of women coming in and out of their apartment at all hours, and Dan used to get the ladies to do all sorts of things on film for him and then show off clips to their buddies.  I know….kind of lewd, but that was then.   There was just something so raw, fierce and flawless about Dan and the attention he had been giving me throughout the evening only served to entice me more.  

But poor, sick Carrie was now out of the equation, so where did that leave us?  I thought the chance to engage in my first passion-filled night of swinging and debauchery had come and gone.  But apparently Dan was fixated on what we had so delicately but poignantly began earlier.  He asked Seth if he minded if he kissed me.  Seth said no.  I was sitting on the couch next to my husband and Dan stood up from the chair to the right where he was seated and came to the couch, kneeling in front of me.  I’ll never forget that hungry look in his eyes, the way he appeared before me, on his knees in an almost vulnerable state.  I glanced at Seth who looked on approvingly.  Dan then leaned forward, his hands in mine, pulling me toward him slightly so that we met halfway.  His kisses stirred my heart and a few other parts of my anatomy.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as his tongue probed softly in and around my mouth.  His hands reached out and he cupped my breast over my tank top.  I was breathless and anxious and I never wanted the feeling to end.  I nervously looked over at Seth again, who was smiling and in a cozy voice, he nudged, “Go on Liv”.

Dan and I went into the guest room then where we made love for the next couple of hours.  I didn’t feel comfortable about having sex right in front of Seth that first time, especially since Carrie was unable to partner up with him.  Somehow, Seth was fine with all of it and later confessed that he had jerked off repeatedly while listening to Dan and I fuck in the other room.  I remember feeling guilty for a few weeks after this experience, as it was originally supposed to be  a mutually agreed upon night of swinging for both Seth and myself.  It was also really strange getting used to the idea that I had sex with a man who was not my husband.  I didn’t feel ashamed for what I did, but things were occasionally awkward for us those first few weeks after my night with Dan.  We talked about it and obviously worked through it and happily, we discovered that Seth was more turned on than ever knowing another man had his cock inside of his wife and he wanted me to tell him everything about Dan over and over again while we once again, were fucking like minx.

Looking back over [...]]]>

(My apologies, this post was sitting in draft gathering dust when my lovely Liv was about to make a new post today and came across this unpublished entry by me….needless to say, I was appropriately admonished for this oversight, and my rear end is still rather sore as I type this.   God, how I love that woman!) 

Looking back over the years, I suppose it would be difficult to pin down the exact moment I knew my cuckolded destiny.  There were a multitude of what I like to refer to as “mini moments” with Liv when it became clear to me that I would unquestioningly worship the very ground this goddess of mine walks on.

Its interesting, because when I think back to times before Liv was in my life, I do note a bit of a pattern that had emerged early on in my life.  Let me try to explain.

I grew up as the only boy in a household dominated by women.  I was the youngest of four children born to my parents, all girls except for me.  Needless to say, the dynamics in my household were unusual compared to that of most of my peers.  My father, plagued by chronic back problems retired from his job as a foreman in a construction company while he was still in his thirties.  My mother who worked part time as a pharmacist prior to my father’s retirement, then became the breadwinner once it was evident that my father could no longer work in his previous capacity.  He occasionally did some freelance work, but for the most part, it was my mother who “brought home the bacon”, so to speak.  It wasn’t long before the tables turned in terms of what I had thought were prescribed gender roles in my home.

With mother working full time to support our family, it was my father’s responsibility to see to it that the household was maintained.  He managed the cooking, cleaning and the general care of myself and my four sisters.  This seemed to work in everyone’s favor and I never really got a sense that my father resented his new role.  In fact, I used to observe him singing along to country and western music on the stereo as he buzzed around the house, vaccuming, dusting, etc.   He seemed rather content.   Sometimes, my sisters would poke fun at my dad, and suggest that he wear an maid’s apron as he went about his daily chores, but my father, always the good-natured man, just chuckled and went about his routine.

My sisters, especially the two oldest, were very much advocates of the “new feminism” that saturated the media in the 1970′s and early 1980′s.   They would often quote from books by Simone de Beauvior and remind me how women have long been oppressed by men throughout history.  Needless to say, I learned a lot from my sisters.

At one point when I was in my late teens, something shifted in my parent’s marriage.  Although it was never overtly discussed in front of the family, my mother began an affair with a man from work.  I can remember overhearing my father confronting my mother about her infidelity.  It was a summer night in late June and I lie in my bed, with the windows open in my room feeling comforted by the warm breeze wafting over me.  My father’s prized roses were in full bloom now and if I lie still, inhale deeply and concentrate, my nostrils would be overcome with their heady scent. My parents were out on the back deck just a few feet from my bedroom window and must have assumed I was fast asleep. I could make out the low tones of their adult conversation and though I didn’t sense an argument brewing between them (frankly, I can’t recall ever hearing or witnessing my parent’s arguing throughout my childhood), there did seem to be a subdued tension embedded within the conversation.  At one point, I heard my father’s deep baritone voice tentatively ask, “Are you sleeping with him, Linda?”  To which my mother simply and softly replied, “Yes”.  And that was that.

After overhearing this admission of my mother’s infidelity and subsequently observing no overt changes in my parent’s relationship, I began to pay closer attention to my mother.  She certainly wasn’t like my friends’ mothers, for one thing, most of my friends mothers didn’t work outside of the home.  Mother was a stylish woman, with her raven colored hair that was styled in a blunt cut. She dressed fairly conservatively when she went to work but I started to notice how there was an increase in weekend “seminars” following her confession about her affair.  It became somewhat routine for mother to suddenly announce she was going away on a weekend trip for some pharmaceutical conference.   One Friday afternoon during my senior year in high school, while she was packing her travel bag, I entered her bedroom to ask her a question about borrowing her car for the homecoming dance to be held the following weekend.  While we were talking about the dance, I happened to glance over by her bed where her suitcase remain open.   I tried to keep from blushing when I noticed she had packed a sheer black neglige for this “seminar”.  My mother promptly shut the suitcase and asked me to wait for her downstairs where we would continue our conversation.

Throughout high school I had one serious girlfriend, Wendy.  She was a knock-out and she knew it.   Wendy was co-captain of the cheerleaders, a party girl and an incorrigible flirt.   In some ways, I think Liv’s looks remind me of Wendy’s.  She had similar naturally curly dark hair and a bright, endless smile.   Wendy wasn’t nearly as intelligent as Liv is, but that never seemed to matter, because all of the teachers–female and male alike–seemed enamorate of Wendy.  She could do no wrong.  “You need an extension on that history term paper?  No problem Wendy!”  I used to envy the fact that she always seemed to get preferential treatment; the girl hardly cracked a book in all four of our years of high school and yet managed a “B” average. 

Wendy was a cocktease with a captial “C”.  She would get me all hot and bothered many a time in the back seat of my mother’s car only to stop me moments before I would attempt to penetrate her.  She then would explain she really thought it would be best to wait until marriage before having sex.   Of course, I adored this girl and difficult as it was, I resigned myself to jacking off in my room alone after dropping Wendy off at the end of our dates.

A few weeks before the senior prom, Wendy changed her mind about her values and decided she would like to have sex with me.  After the prom, a bunch of my friends and their dates were heading back for a party at a buddy’s house, and most of us were planning on spending the night there.  The setting was perfect.   I planned on waiting until everyone fell asleep and bringing Wendy to my friend Mark’s bedroom where I would deflower her once and for all.  Mark was in on the scheme and offered his room to us.  I could hardly wait. 

Wendy looked like a movie star on Prom Night.  She wore a white satin dress with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated her perky tits perfectly.   Her curly hair was piled high on top of her head and she had afixed little bits of baby’s breath behind her ear.   I was so proud of my girlfriend and I couldn’t wait to get her back to Mark’s house after the dance.   She drove me crazy all night, as we danced she would rub her tight little body up against mine and giggle girlishly when she noticed my hard on pressing into her.   I couldn’t take it.  My cock had waited for nearly four years for this night.  

The after party was in full swing when Wendy and I arrived.  There were about 12 or 13 friends of ours there, all celebrating this milestone in our high school lives.   I got caught up with some of the guys in a drinking game for a little while and I figured Wendy was chatting it up with her girlfriends and  so I lost track of her.  Eventually I had a pretty good buzz going on and I after a half a dozen or so beers, I had to go to the toilet.   I noticed Wendy was no where in sight as I made my way from the basement upstairs to the bathroom.  After I relieved myself, I thought again how strange it seemed that Wendy disappeared.   I paused for a few moments in the hallway outside of the bathroom and could swear I heard laughter coming from Mark’s bedroom.   I could distinctly make out the sound of a male and female voice, and I was almost certain the female voice belonged to Wendy.  So I knocked once on Mark’s bedroom door and then turned the knob.

There she was, my Wendy, with the top of her virginal white dress pulled down, exposing her round, sweet breasts.   She was on her knees before my buddy Mark, with her curly little head bobbing up and down on his dick.   The two of them jumped and sprang apart when I stepped into the room.  Wendy was pretty blizted and her face was flushed.  Mark quickly pulled his pants up and pleaded with me, “Dude, I know this looks bad…”   I was stunned as the realization of what was happening sunk in.  

Wendy, my sweet cheerleader girlfriend, was a sneaky little slut.

And for some reason, unbeknowst to me at the time, I couldn’t think of anything sexier than this.

How did we get here?  How did we decide that a Cuckold Life was one that would work for us?  A few folks have asked inquired about the “how’s”.   Funny, these questions haven’t ever really and truly been pondered by Seth and myself  since the shift from vanilla to cuckold marriage. 

Let me preface by [...]]]>

How did we get here?  How did we decide that a Cuckold Life was one that would work for us?  A few folks have asked inquired about the “how’s”.   Funny, these questions haven’t ever really and truly been pondered by Seth and myself  since the shift from vanilla to cuckold marriage. 

Let me preface by saying that it wasn’t as if one day, we awoke and turned to each other and said, “How about a cuckold relationship?”  Seth will tell you that he already was submitting to me long before I started dating other men, and while I have always been the more dominating one in our relationship, Seth is not some mindless moron!  He is an astute and successful businessman and as he mentioned in his post the other day, his job is very demanding and he carries a lot of clout in his industry.  Its ironic, because even as I have a thriving and respected practice in the medical community, I have often considered working in the medical field to be one which has the tendency to strip away self-empowerment from its practitioners.  Dealing with third party insurance woes, being restricted in scope of practice through state and government regulations and rules, and making a career out of essentially helping people doesn’t exactly sound like the ideal job description for a dominant woman.

This is why I think our marriage works.  Each of us seeks balance from the other.  Both Seth and I have two seemingly polar personas in the public and private theater of life.  When all is said and done at the end of the day, we like to switch the public lights off and become lost  our private, dark, exciting and erotic world of D/s and cuckold experiences.  I need to be able to take total control over my  husband, not in an angered or agitated way, but rather because I spend so much time during my regular day accomadating the system, the insurance companies and my patients that I crave the opportunity to have it all done in exactly the way I want it done.  Without this piece in the puzzle that is my life, I would have a hard time staying sane.

Seth and I have had our ups and downs, we are really not so different from any couple in a long term relationship, other than we practice cuckoldry.  I propose that ours is a healthier relationship in many ways, especially since I am very open with Seth about the men I date.  Instead of sneaking around cheating like so many married spouses will do, Seth knows exactly who I am with and when I will be seeing him and most likely what I will be doing.  There is no need for deception. 

So I don’t think there was this exact moment when we could say that we knew for sure cuckolding would work for our relationship.  It started out as fantasy talk several years ago.  We had rented the movie “Eyes Wide Shut” and were discussing the very hot scene in which Tom Cruise’s character is consumed with thoughts of his wife (played by his then real life wife, Nicole Kidman) being fucked by another man.  As Cruise’s character spirals into a jealous rage, he  wanders the night and finds himself entering a seductive and mysterious world of sex games. Strangely, a conversation about voyeurism rather than cuckoldry evolved between Seth and I.  I admitted to Seth I sometimes fantasized about being watched when having sex.  This excited him greatly! 

That summer, we went on a camping trip with two other couples; Tina and Jim, who we had known for years and Shelly and Jon, a couple we had only recently become acquainted with through Jim.  We were sitting around a campfire the night before we were to return home and naturally the booze was flowing.  Shelly and Jon were a naturally affectionate couple and both quite attractive.  Jon reminded me of the actor who played Aiden on “Sex in the City”–John Corbit (who I had always had a crush on!) Shelly was sweet, blond and had a great sense of humor. 

As we all chatted and joked around the campfire, I noticed some interesting movements taking place underneath the blanket Shelly and Jon had thrown across themselves.  They were lying in a semi-spooning position facing the fire, with Shelly in front of Jon.  At first I wasn’t sure, but I then I was convinced Jon’s hands were all over Shelly  underneath that blanket.  She was squirming a bit in the glow of the fire, occasionally sighing softly.  We were sitting directly across from Shelly and Jon and before long, I knew he had his fingers inside of her.  It was all I could do to remain calm as I sat next to Seth, who I was pretty sure was on to what Jon was doing to Shelly in our presence.  I couldn’t help myself–seeing those two in such a sexually charged state was having quite an effect on me too.  I could detect waves of heat and arousal travelling throughout my body, and soon enough, my pussy was beginning to throb as I imagined Shelly’s was at that same moment. 

The kicker was that all six of us were sharing one cabin on this camping trip and all I knew was that I had to have sex with Seth that night, somehow, some way.  As soon as we straightened out the site and put out the fire, Seth and I wandered off into a wooded area to start a fire of our own!  He too, was very aware of Shelly and Jon’s moment of exhibition earler and was just as turned on by them as I was.  We found a spot a few hundred feet away from the cabin and I leaned over a large boulder style rock so Seth could fuck me doggy style under the starry July night sky.  We were so hot for each other and totally unaware of anything other than the need to give in to pure animal lust. 

We were so oblivious, that just before Seth orgasmed inside of me, I looked up and could faintly make out the outline of a figure, or two in the shadows, about 20 feet away.  Instead of being startled or telling Seth to stop, I felt even hotter and I smiled and ground my hips harder against him as he pumped his cock inside of me, not caring who was watching and in fact, wanting them to see every moment of our unbridled passion.  As Seth groaned and emptied his sperm in me, I looked up again and this time was able to make out the blond ponytail that was unmistakingly Shelly’s.  Shelly and Jon, who were the reason Seth and I got so worked up that night, were now witnessing the very erotic effect they had on us!  Nothing was ever said by Shelly nor Jon about that night, but from that moment on, I knew a long-lasting fetish was born in me.  Performing in front of another was even sexier than I had ever fantasized.  Later I admitted to Seth that Jon and Shelly were watching us fuck in the woods and a big grin broke across his face. 

“Liv, do you know how fucking hot it is to show you off like that?” Seth unabashedly asked me.

Oh, I knew exactly how hot it was.  And so it was in that moment I believe  the early stirrings of the appeal of cuckholdry began to awaken in the both of us.

Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the reason I [...]]]>

 

Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the reason I participate in a fem-dom marriage has something to do with unresolved angst for my mother or some such nonsense.  One thing I have learned as I have become older is there are some things in life that are not meant to be disected. 

Those people who know of my role as a cuckold husband often question my sanity.  Other people have simply cut themselves out of my life because they see what Olivia and I do as disgusting, immoral and it most certainly goes against just about every marriage vow there is!  When I attempt to explain that my participation in cuckoldry is the most meaningful gift a husband can give to his wife, eyes roll, jaws drop and heads violently shake from side to side.  I want others to understand that being a submissive husband is not a sign of a weak man.  Rather, it is just the opposite.  It takes a very strong hearted man to concede and step aside while another men enjoys fucking his wife.

Olivia is the kind of woman any man would die for.  I realize this seems biased, but this woman has continued to astound me for the past 15 years!  She is not only a natural, breathtaking beauty with her long, curly auburn hair, wide, doe-brown eyes, silky porecelin skin and seductive pouty mouth, but she is one of the most brilliant persons I have ever known.  Her physical beauty will draw you in, but it is her mind that will truly captivate you.  Sometimes she is wicked, other times she is the picture of logic and rationality; but all it takes is five minutes in her presence and you will know fully and completely that you have come face to face with a real-life Goddess.  She can talk with anyone about anything, make you feel as though you are the only person in the world or devestate you with her aloof and majestic demeanor.  This is a woman who knows how to get exactly what she wants and always does exactly that.

Olivia and I dated for four months before we ever slept together.  This wasn’t by any means, due to lack of effort on my part!  Liv somehow convinced me that if we waited the sex would be so much more intense.  She would allow me to suckle and caress her juicy, full breasts on occasion and would give me the world’s worst case of blue balls by grinding her clothed body up against my naked skin.  At first I figured she was a tease, but before long, I realized that there was a method to this woman’s madness.  She liked to be in control at all times and she let me know right at the beginning, any sex we had would be on her terms.  Call me crazy, but I became totally turned on by this and was willing to forgo any chance of sexual release with this woman as long as she remained in my life.  Maybe by that point, I was in too deep.  Even to this day, when it comes to the way I feel about Liv, I am still in so very deep. 

The day she finally let me fuck her was the day I knew for sure I could never belong to another.  Beautiful Olivia had me exactly where she wanted me.  And there wasn’t a think I could do about it.

What was especially memorable about the first time I had sex with my future wife was that for several days leading up to that fateful moment, she would ask me to jerk off in front of her.  She was like a scientist watching an experiment play out.  She observed my every motion, asked me constantly how mastubating in one fashion or another felt or affected me, and I swear, if I hadn’t opened my eyes from time to time, I would have thought she were jotting down points in a notebook! The thing that made this first true encounter between us even more intimidating was that this was for all intents and purposes, “D-Day” or as I affectionatley like to refer, dick-day, as in the day Olivia first took ownership of my cock.

My dick is not extremely tiny, but it is rather slender, measuring in at about 5 1/4 inches.  I had always thought I was average.  Liv never said anything outrightly insulting about my cock in those early days, but there was something about the devious smile that played on her lips that indicated to me this woman expected something more. While she had only slept with one other man prior to our dating, she later confided to me that his dick was ” a bit longer and wider around”.   When we finally had sex that very first time, not only was my stamina at its peak after masturbating for Olivia for a few days before the big event, but I also literally bent over backwards to make sure I sexually satisifed her–in more ways than one.

In the first 10 or so years of our marriage, our sex life was generally good.  Don’t get me wrong, there were definately some very hot moments.  Interestingly, the hottest moments during our so-called “vanilla years” were those in which Olivia was in complete and total control of my cock.  These were often times when she would “cut me off” from all sexual contact with her and instruct me to masturbate in front of her while she watched and teased.  In the heat of the moment, she would mutter things to me like, “Sethy poo, I love to watch you play with that cute little cock…it even reminds me of a little boy’s wiener” and as she would giggle and tease, I would practically lose it and explode.  Sometimes she would even keep me on edge and tell me not to cum for a certain amount of time and this drove me insane!  Eventually, when I finally was allowed to have an orgasm, she would coo and encourage me, reminding me that I was her “good little boy”.  Looking back now, I can see how these earlier moments were indicative of what was to eventually evolve in our relationship.

My wife is a prominent physician and a woman many people admire, men and women alike.  I am also an educated man with degrees in buisness administration and marketing and run my own succesful business in the entertainment industry.  Early on in our careers, we often were both quite busy and save for those semi-humiliating (albeit extremely erotic) masturbation sessions, I didn’t truly grasp what Olivia was capable of doing to me.

Its also quite ironic and yet it makes perfect sense that I would submit to Liv in nearly every possible way when it comes to our personal relationship.  In my business, I am the decision-maker; things are constantly moving at break-neck speed and while I wouldn’t trade my job for anything, it often extremely draining and tenuous.   Since I have become Liv’s submissive cuckold husband, things that used to eat me up at work just don’t have that hold over me like they did in the past.  I believe this is so much more than a coincidence.  I am at peace and am right where I should be, where I always was meant to be.   This would be at Olivia’s feet, worshipping her mind, body and soul, and revering her for being the Goddess she is.  Whatever might please her, I want to get for her.  And a few years ago, my Goddess told me she would like to start dating and fucking other men, I knew that this was something she would do, regardless of whether or not I concurred.

I am not going to lie and say the experience of my wife getting laid by other men was a dream come true for me in the very beginning.  Those first few times, when she went out on dates, I felt like I could crawl into a hole and die.  Still, despite my initial distress, those hours when I was home all alone and wondering what Liv was doing at that exact moment, were also some of the most erotic moments I had lived up until then.  Every time I imagined her date’s hands on her skin, or even his eyes oogling her beautiful bosom in the low cut V-neck dress she was wearing, my cock throbbed and the more I thought about Olivia engaged in some sexual act with her date, I could not resist jerking off.  It was a bizarre experience for me, torn between rage, sadness being extremely turned on at the mere thought of my wife bedding another man.   In those first few months, I found myself in a state of confused bliss a lot of the time.  Olivia was as happy as a lark, having wonderful sex on a regular basis with much more endowed men that I, and she was relishing this new found power of hers in every way imaginable!  Consequently, our own sex life really started heating up and once I got past the initial stages of jealousy and confusion, I knew there would be no turning back to the way things once were between us.  And I am here to tell you, I am the happiest husband alive for having joined my wife on this constantly titillating and immensely satisfying adventure in cuckoldry.

My sweet cuckold husband Seth is so much more technically savvy than I am!  We had been discussing developing this blog on the art, trials and tribulations on cuckoldry for a couple of months.  He originally brought up the idea of blogging about a cuckold marriage, and I admit, I was very much attracted to [...]]]>

 

My sweet cuckold husband Seth is so much more technically savvy than I am!  We had been discussing developing this blog on the art, trials and tribulations on cuckoldry for a couple of months.  He originally brought up the idea of blogging about a cuckold marriage, and I admit, I was very much attracted to the idea of sharing our story and getting the message about the benefits of female-led relationships out into the world wide web.   Truthfully though, I hadn’t thought so much in terms of who might actually want to read about our cuckold relationship.

Seth obviously has done his homework.  Tonight he spent some time submitting “The Cuckold Life” to several adult blog directories as well as subscribing this journal to rss feeds.  I have no idea what all this means, but according to Sethy-poo this will bring in more readers. 

This got me thinking about the way he is so consumed with the notion of being an objectified pet husband.  He confided to me that he is turned on not only through his submission to me as well as the consistent erotic humilation he thrives upon by living as a cuck husband, but the aspect of putting our relationship out here for the masses to read about excites him in a whole new way!  I am constantly amazed at how this man literally lives to be objectified and humilated.  He loves the thought of letting the world know about his cuckolding passion!

Also, Seth has informed me that he plans to write his first entry into this blog in the next day or two.  I can’t wait to see what he will be discussing!

I wanted to spend some time reviewing how our relationship came to be and offer some background information and the like, so the next few posts from me will likely detail more in this context before I introduce you officially to my current boyfriend, Rob. I am not sure what Seth has in mind for his posts, but its likely some our writing will overlap at times.  I’d also like this blog to be a place to discuss dominant women, submissive men, BDSM and various topics pertaining to sexuality in general.  Needless to say, we are both excited to be sharing our journey with you.