Cuckolding for a woman requires a little skilI I think. First off overcoming your feelings about being such a bitch and second setting up arrangements so that you can enjoy fucking with your lover whilst keeping your husband in place. Its not a furtive fuck and devil take the hindmost. Its arranging a lifestyle on your own terms. Carl had established his control over my husband John immediately (see post For months John and I had played a fantasy game) making him suck his dick before he thrust inside me. I though wanted to dominate John on a day to day basis. However much John wanted to submit to me, we still had practical arrangements to sort out in the days ahead.

Hotwives have different requirements i know, but for me three things were important. First I didn’t want John’s dick anywhere near my lovely cunny. He really did have to accept that his little dick was now redundant. But, second, I realised to my surprise that I wanted John’s devotion as well as Carl’s cock. It was a shock because after Carl had started bedding me I thought I might leave my husband. What I discovered was that I required John’s tongue, lapping where I directed. I wanted him to juice me up with his wet kisses before Carl and I fucked,and to clean up after my lover as well. Perhaps this is what defines us as hotwives. We don’t simply pander to the pathetic, submissive traits of our husbands, we need to exercise power as well. The third thing I wanted was to intermittently, subtly but publically humiliate my husband. That was the most unnerving of all-the strength of the need was amazing and so unladylike! But there it was; perhaps I was responding to some primal urge, what Carl really meant when he spoke about as ‘rutting’.

John and i talked. I let him work through his shame at such an easy capitulation and then firmly moved him on to practical matters. ‘We need to get your dick out of commission,’ I said bluntly, ‘not because you could conceivably compete with Carl’s manhood, but because I think you’ll be better behaved if I control your will say when you come.’ John was staring at my legs, staring at my impeccably polished boots over the top of them- the poor guy was mesmerised. As he hadn’t challenged me I went over and drew from my handbag the cock restraint that i had bought down at the sex shop. It was a dinky little thing, clear perspex with holes so that John could pee. It wasn’t a toy though and I told my husband that he would be made to wear it most of the time. I made him get his tool out and slotted his flaccid member into it. The padlock was snapped shut and i put the keys onto the chain i wore around my neck. John actually blushed, wearing his new constraint. ‘What if I’m involved in a RTA, what if I’m taken into casualty and they see this!’ he pleaded. I laughed, ‘well…they’ll smile. I’m sure that they could cut it off in an emergency.’

Just how effective the restraint was though needed a little field test. I wanted him to realise that it was a training device as well. So I sat face forward to him on his lap, legs akimbo with my breasts virtually against his mouth. I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my front loading bra and looked down at him. Dutifully he started to lap at my tits. My nipples hardened in response and he was soon suckling on them as good as gold. I have very prominent nipples when I’m aroused and they stood out like unopened mushrooms now.With every lick of his tongue I pictured Carl thrusting greedily into me,I imagined sucking his cock off and swallowing. It was a sexy way to achieve my own arousal.

John though gasped. His restraint was snug, too snug for an engorging cock. His eyes pleaded to me to take it off, so that he could relieve himself. I shook my head though, and pushed his mouth back onto my teats. ‘lick and suck, lick and suck little man…just be thankful I’m not yet making you tongue my cunt. My pheromones would finish you off down there. At least this way you’re learning obedience little by little.’ A sweat broke out on his brow but he was sticking at it, learning to please me whilst controlling his own selfish instincts.

I leaned back and my pert young breasts bobbed proud before my older husband. It was a thrill to be so in charge. I felt down and found his cock straining inside its perspex cage. Fondling his balls I whispered, ‘what do you most admire about the way Carl fucks me?’ John gulped. Apparently there was a lot to admire, but in the end he said, ‘I suppose its his ability to ride you on the edge. He can bring you near to orgasm and keep you there-he’s very powerful.’ I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.’That’s sweet…and you’re right. It’s something you never learned to do, did you?’

Emma

For months John and i had played fantasy games,about me going with someone else. But the thought of fucking with a stranger was a real turn off. Much as I was excited by the idea of some extra marital sex, I wanted it to be part of something bigger- not just a romp. John really was serious- he was ready to capitulate to a better man. I checked that out relentlessly. ‘You do realise that I will only go with someone who is better than you?’ John said that he did realise. We worked on my usual shyness-equality was a hang up at first. Then though John admitted that my breeding, I am from a very well established family, really did mean that I should expect the best.

The right guy was someone called Carl. He was one of John’s bosses at work. I drove a new BMW Z4 that John was now paying for, and it got me noticed. Carl asked me out on a couple of dates and we flirted and drank our way through a few lunchtimes. At first I couldn’t bring myself to tell Carl that John had a real inferiority thing about black guys, but it came out easily enough in the end when Carl said that he wanted to bed me on a long term basis. He said that he would send John off on some work trips so that he could fuck me and I said ‘of course’. It was what i needed, and later I would make my husband accept the fait accompli.

The first time Carl fucked me I didn’t tell John. I just came home and straddled him, waking him from his sleep to lick me out. I wanted him to feel powerless, guessing what had actually happened and just who my lover was. He was very pliable and licked Carl’s sticky spunk from off my sex very nicely indeed. When he tried to curl his tongue to siphon more from inside my cunny I slapped him though. ‘This is clean up, not competition’ I insisted. He bowed his head and apologised, so i let him finish up, before snuggling into his arms and looking teasingly up at him.’That wasn’t too bad was it…you are very well behaved’ I observed. I could see afterwards that John was itching to know who had serviced me, but i kept him in the dark. I simply inferred that it was one of his bosses at work. ‘I’m arranging for you to complete a work assignment in Scotland for a couple of weeks,’ I said haughtily, ‘so my lover can come and stay. I’ll transfer your clothes to the guest bedroom.’

It was a transformative fortnight. John rang every night begging for details of the sex and I learned that men are certainly not equal. I told him that it was Carl who was in my bed, that I was stretched and ruined for cock sex with the likes of him, and that when he got back we would agree some terms whereby I could openly date my lover. Carl wanted some symbol of John’s capitulation.We considered my having a tattoo on my peachy pale bottom with Carl’s name included, but we agreed that this would be our anniversary item-after a year together. For now, I ordered John to buy me a sleek black, Rado chronograph watch, one that matched Carl’s and which emphasized my balsy new status as a hot wife. Back John came, his face a picture of insecurity and excitement! He clipped the watch about my wrist and I told him to clean the house as I was going clubbing with Carl.

We got back around 1 a.m. and Carl decided to sleep over. He was used to being in charge at work and didn’t see why that shouldn’t be the case in our bedroom either. John was still up and brought up brandies when Carl ordered him to. He undressed me slowly, sensing my quivering skin and looking into my eyes, knowing that this changed things forever. Then he took out Carl’s huge erection from his chinos. ‘This ain’t no gay thing man,but I want to slide in and out of your missus good and hard…so suck!’ instructed Carl. It was the hottest, most exciting thing that I had seen in ages, John sucking his boss’s dick so that he could fuck me all the harder. By the time he had finished, that tool was glistening wet and it slide into me like a nuclear submarine docking. I could feel his heavy balls banging against my buttocks as we abandoned ourselves to the urges. Carl pinned my wrists to the bed, slide his tongue inside my mouth, and arch his back in this sinuous way that his thick cock shaft swept back and forth over my G spot. It was delicious, perfect, masterful sex,and I cast a glance over at John who stood there, pathetically wanking.

At other times, the orgasm would be delayed for ages and we would indulge our craziest, elitest and performance minded desires. This time though Carl said something, ‘You know babe, now that you’re mine, the seed rush will be huge. You always spunk harder in the rut!’ I couldn’t stop myself climaxing then- and bloody hard too. My body shook with the force of it- Carl’s cock pumping away inside me, spurting thick wads of spunk. If nothing else changed me into a bitch it was that. Rut sex was instinctive, and alpha women went with alpha males. I realised too that it was instinctive for John to submit as well- sex can be a very elite thing.

No one really writes about the next moments, unless cunnilingus follows. Its a hiatus moment when you wonder, what shall we do with the interloper? I decided right then that John could go and fetch the cleaning gear and get a lovely shine on my boots for the morning. I didn’t care that he would be dog tired at work- they had to be perfect. Of course…they were. H’e stayed up all night to do them and a Guards sergeant major would have been proud of his bulling. I went to work and a girlfriend said that i looked like the cat that had got the cream.

Carl and my first anniversary will be up next month. I’ve planned the tattoo and several girlfriends know that Carl does all the fucking in our house. They try to analyse it in terms of the growing financial power of women, the way men have been domesticated. Well some have-some of a certain type. That’s my view.

Emma