And now more of my story about the two years I spent as a cuckold to my 38-year-old wife and my 63-year-old boss. Only after eight weeks of marriage, I was cuckolded. If you think about it, that’s pretty impressive considering my wife and my boss only met for the first time during our wedding ceremony. It was through my boss’ skillful determination that she was able to transform my quiet, shy wife into a wild, adventurous slut — and me into a cuckold — in a remarkably short amount of time.
Prior to entering this arrangement with my boss — that is, the eight weeks I was married to my wife before he entered the picture — I came my wife cum 20 times, while I came inside her 22 times. You might think it’s strange that I’d remember something like this, but my boss made me remember and transcribe them not long after he entered our relationship. You may think that 20 sessions of sex may not seem like a lot, but take into account that those eight weeks included two periods and a bout of food poisoning for me. What is more interesting is that those numbers changed completely for her within a week of his involvement in our lives. She went from 20 orgasms in two months to 32 in just a week! Not only that, she also got to enjoy 25 ejaculations inside her tight cooch. During that same time, I had the pleasure of only three orgasms, and of that, only one occurred after he instated his rules of denial. As you can see, there’s a huge divergence between the way his does things and the way I do.
Ever since we took up this venture, I have grown to greatly respect and admire my boss. I would do anything in the world to make sure my wife got the opportunity to be used as a slut for him, and I fully understand what an honor it is for us that he likes and continues to use her. Any other dude might have gotten bored with this situation and with us, but not him. He always thinks of new ways to stimulating and pleasing her while denying and humiliating me. When you really think about it, the guy is a genius. He’s changed things to the point where my beloved wife is completely dedicated to keeping him satisfied, and she has even stepped outside her comfort zone to do things that would prove her devotion. I think that even if she wanted to, there would be no way she could say no to him. Not that I expect that she would want to, as her compliance has come to the level of absolute trust in him. I would even bet there have been a few instances where she has done things she would have rather not, but as a result of those actions, she has gained valuable sexual insight, knowledge and growth. We no longer have any idea how many dicks have been thrust into her soft channel, especially after the two of them went to a swinger’s party only a month into our new arrangement. My best estimate would be that in the two years since this threesome of sorts has been formed, she’s been with about 50 guys, a lot of them who have fucked her more than once. To put that in perspective, when we married, I had only been the third man inside her. In just his first week, my boss managed to double that number, and in the first month, quadruple it! Ever since, it has just been a whirlwind of dudes. I’m sure that the passage of two years has caused my wife to forget what it was even like to do me. Still, I am extremely happy for her, and I want her as much as I did when we were in that honeymoon stage of our lives. I have a hole in my heart — an ache, a wanting for her — but I know that I am unworthy and undeserving of her, and I won’t have her again in that way.
The one thing that affects and helps me the most in this arrangement as a cuckold is my cock cage. I was introduced to my wonderful cb6000 on only the second day of training, and it is a tool that I have come to downright love. It’s my belief that every cuckold should have his own, or at least the opportunity to try one. I might sound a bit like a salesman right now, but I am being totally honest when I say that this thing is amazing. When you wear it, you’ll never forget that you have it on. As you go about your business — moving, standing, sitting – it goes with you, constantly touching you, caressing you with brushes, grabs and the occasional bite – though not a bad one. Its design is brilliant, and I have never had an issue with chafing, even when I’ve worn it hours or month — yes, months — on end. I add some lube around the areas that tend to catch for comfort, and I don’t even bother with shaving anymore. I used to go twice a week to my boss to have it removed for some manscaping, but after he told me that I was annoying him by having him constantly dig the key out to unlock me, I made the decision to stop shaving and let things go natural down there.
There was one time where my boss removed my cage and then had me stand there and loon on as he used my precious cage as a makeshift dildo on my wife. He thrust it into her and played with her clit until she spasmed in orgasm. I, of course, got hard watching, but he killed my arousal by placing a bag of frozen peas on my balls until my erection went away. On went the cage, and I had two go two more weeks before I was even allowed to entertain the thought of cumming. It may sound strange, but actually admire my cage, because unlike me, it has actually had the opportunity of fucking my wife more recently than myself. It has been inside of her, and now I get the honor of wearing it on me 24 hours a day. It’s superior to me, and it’s a privilege for me to wear it.
Life has been exciting ever since my boss entered our relationship and took my wife as his slut. There have been tons of sex in our home — as well as tons of humiliation, all courtesy of my boss. You’re probably curious about our lives; what questions do you have? Perhaps these questions intrigue you. Choose one of the three to start:
1) What it was life for my wife to fuck her first strange guy from an internet chatroom, a guy I had to find as per my boss’ orders?
2) What were my wife’s difficulties and ultimate success with her first black dick?
3) How our second wedding anniversary went, where my boss arranged a gangbang for my wife on our own bed?
Tell me what you want to know about first, and I’ll tell you everything.
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Three ideals
We’re three young married girls who have recently discovered this blog. I’m Natalie and I’m thinking of going with a very handsome bull at work. My husband Jeff works overseas a lot- in some dodgy places shall we say, so it would be easy to have an affair if I want one. I’m Tricia and I work as an air hostess. I have had a few one flight stands with pilots that my husband Ian knows about and has decided to accept as part of the work that I do. I’m Greta and I work in healthcare, whilst my husband Stewart works as a teacher. We have actively started looking for a stud to service me.
We appreciate that most of your correspondents are more experienced than us, but still hope that our post, the ideal stud, the ideal cuckold and the ideal social scene will still interest readers. If we seem a bit radical, it’s perhaps because we’re all college educated, we expect a lot out of life as our husbands will find out.
The ideal cuck
We’ll start with what we know best, our husbands. As all of us like the idea of extra marital sex, we have been slowly positioning hubbies to become cucks.
1. He is ready to be ruled by our lover. You could ask goodness, why don’t you want him to be malleable to you? But from our point of view, why bother with managing someone, as long as he does what your beau wants? Truth is, a sexy stud will have him submit to you anyway, treat you as a princess, and all without you having to think more than about where the next big cock shafting is coming from. We differ a bit on how far that goes, him dressing up and such like, sucking stud cock. I (Greta) quite like the idea of Stewart sucking bull cock, just as long as my cum is all over it.
2. He has huge humility. If he’s insecure as well, then that’s his look out. But we want the cuck to accept that other guys are better hung then he is, that they know how to fuck harder, better and longer and that in consequence he should stand aside. Of course the humility is directed to us too. He should feel utterly inferior to you, and probably that you have married down in some way, that you tolerate his shortfalls, no more. As Tricia puts it, ‘Ian ideally accepts that I fuck with other men not just because of opportunity but because he’s not fit to service me’.
3. He’s generous. We think its sexy to be rewarded for being a bitch- it shows that this is a turn on for him too. So nice clothes, raunchy lingerie, should be part of the scene. One it accentuates your status over him, two it just increases the lust between you and Mr right and three it helps you become accustomed to the best of everything- not just cock.
4. He knows his own mind. Surprising right, but if he floats around and doesn’t quite know what thrills him, you get complications later on. For example he should feel envious of what a stud does with you, but not lose his composure. If he says he’s ready for you to breed with your stud, then he better mean that! I’ve been working on that with Stewart from the off as I suspect that at some time I will want to come off the pill for my future lover (Greta).
5. He’s flexible- he knows that sometimes you want him there in the act and sometimes he should piss off and wank somewhere. Women get bored with the same old voyeur thing.
The ideal stud
6. He’s black, well built and handsomely hung. If you’re male and white then just get over it. Charming you may be, but you don’t have the same appeal. None of us would look at a white lover now. You can analyse as much as you want, but black cock is definitely best.
7. He’s very direct and very raw about sex. He will seem arrogant, but that is also the hottest, sexiest thing for a woman to find in a man. He knows what he wants and it’s between your legs. He’s about to teach you to become obsessed with your cunny and the sensations that it can provide. Natalie observes that her husband is too refined, too genteel, too smoothed out about sex like most other things. Frankly the sensual has been bred out of the man and has left him seeming weak.
8. He’s ready to rule your cuck husband. You may think that this is the same as 1 above but it’s not. We’ve heard of lots of horny bulls who like to stoke white cunny, but it’s a different matter managing that so it’s his alone and the cuck is assigned another role. We feel sexiest when the right man is utterly in charge and to our benefit. So if that means sending cuck out for the night, having him drive us to our dirty weekend away, sleeping and wanking in another room, so be it. Natalie said that the sexiest letter she ever read was about a bull servicing a bride on her wedding night whilst the groom smoked a fag outside. The sheer arrogance of it, made her touch herself!
9. He’s a teacher as well as a stud. Educated we may be but when it comes to sex there is still more to discover. Becoming a bitch isn’t an overnight thing and it has lots of nuances, cuck put downs, hedonistic pleasures and lifestyle adjustments. We want our studs to teach us the ‘dark side’.
10. If he rides bareback (and we’d prefer that) he’s ours alone. Greta promised no health lectures, but we’d be fools to do this any other way. So Mr right must want this a great deal, to make it a lifestyle thing, rather than just a conquest!
The ideal situation
Our dirty little minds ran riot here, but ideally…
11.There’s a new elite and its considered the most natural thing in the world for girls such as us to couple with raunchy black guys. Its choice come of age and the right man is….(see immediately above)
12. Girls happily have their kids fathered by one guy, the right guy, and have other men, cucks, to do other softer, less masculine things they’re good at. Greta laughs and says that Stewart will be like a cook and nanny, but we know what she means. He will have a role where he doesn’t try and compete with what can’t be competed against.
13. There are clubs and pubs specifically for our sort of dating. You can find the right bull, with the right physique, the right attitude and the right success profile to ensure that you really do want to catch with him. You can’t wait to get a bulging tum and as only one guy has stoked the fire, you know what that means!
14. There are classes for cucks- at present the training is all at home and it can be tedious for us. So perhaps he goes to night school, to understand his pathetic need to submit to another guy and let him do the fucking in your household.
How are we doing then? We haven’t ‘done it’ yet. We will ready our husbands first. But we hope you agree that we have potential!
Natalie, Tricia and Greta
The glass coffee table
Inevitably there’s a lot of angst for some of the cuck husbands who are just getting used to another guy doing the business with their wife, but let me reassure all, things do settle down and become the hornier for that. For four years now Jenny has been cucking me, going with our best friend Lance (I know, too stupidly apt a name, but true nonetheless). We are a folk trio that tour the circuit and play some very minor festivals and I used to watch them singing raunchy duets in front of me. I realised that Jenny wanted to open her legs for Lance. All the women who saw him on stage did too- he is very physical and has this growly voice that sounds very masculine indeed. It was just a matter of time until he fucked her and I searched for ways to say go ahead. I was ready to share, ready to even stand aside, if that was what it took to save my marriage and keep us all doing gigs together. Before I could broach that conversation though, it happened. Outside some pub in Somerset, in the dark, I found them in our car, Jenny with her boot covered feet up on the dashboard, her folksy skirt up around her waist. Lance’s bare ass was driving his prick in and out of her cunny, making her whimper under the pounding force of it. Given what I heard her say, she had clearly been wanting this for ages. It was a massive relief, and she screamed when he made her climax. Lance grunted something very raw, very gravelly in that dark voice of his. He was going to fuck her silly, regular as clockwork and he didn’t give a shit about what I thought!
They didn’t see me and I slipped away, feeling oddly content that it had happened. It’s like when a thunder storm breaks- the tension is eased. My beautiful, long flaxen haired young wife came back to where I was supping ale and blushed. She needed to tell me. ‘Lance just fucked me’ she whispered, perhaps dreading my reaction. I said as steadily as I could, ‘bout time too…it was difficult watching the pair of you on heat.’
I got the warmest, most enthusiastic kiss ever and so we started the shares stage of the relationship. We both fucked Jenny and eventually openly in a ménage a trios. It was a free wheeling few months I can tell you. But the comparisons eroded that. Lance is bigger than me, more physical and powerful. He has a big gnarled cock, almost a brutal looking love machine. Jenny was faking orgasms on me and I testily complained that this wasn’t fair. She should be honest. ‘Alright,’ she returned equally angry, ‘I prefer Lance…your prick’s not good enough to get me off.’ It was a deflating moment- a bloody kick in the crutch. ‘Thank you’ I said, ‘I’ll support you in any way that seems acceptable. It’s obvious that you’re his woman.’
Jenny must have worked with some guilt for a while then. She seemed uncertain. Then though, she started quizzing me about watching, about playing second fiddle in the non stage sense. I assured that I accepted that Lance had won, that he and she were so beautiful together. It was natural for them to fuck and fuck hard. There were loads of songs about wives cuckolding their old man, so I was prepared to live that lifestyle.
That’s where the glass coffee topped table came in. It was big and it was heavy and it rested in the living room space of a very large mobile home on this site where we had just finished a gig. A girlfriend of Jenny’s had been watching us and said calmly to her in front of me, ‘Lance is fucking you isn’t he- you two are so together on stage!’ Jenny said simply, ‘yes…and it’s so good.’ Lance, Jenny and I went back to the van and decided that we needed to mark this transition somehow.
As I take pics at the gigs, I said that I would film Lance fucking my wife. It was time to bring this into the lifestyle. ‘Get beneath that table then,’ Lance barked, ‘that way you can get a close up of my meat working Jenny’s cunt.’ I lay on the floor beneath the table then and readied the camera. It took them a while, with all the snogging and the petting. They weren’t hurrying this for anyone, least of all the cuck husband.
Eventually though Jenny dropped her knickers, hitched up her skirt and using the smallest possible cushion, positioned her sweet rear immediately above my lens. Her cunt was dripping wet, little dribbles of lady cum slid down onto the glass. From this angle, Lance’s prick looked fucking huge and his balls hung beneath it like a pair of boule. Jenny pulled back his foreskin to reveal a bulging crown, one that jerked and juddered in her pretty hand. She led it to her cunt hole, and when it was readied there, Lance pushed on in, causing her to gasp noisily. The fit was very snug- as I say the bloke is well equipped to service women. It ground inside her, causing her buttocks to slide about a bit. Once she was taking it to the hilt though, one his shaft was properly lubricated, he started to stroke with ease. Back and forth it went, in and out, Lance’s balls bouncing and then dragging across the glass top of the table.
‘Take lots of pictures mate…I want to see Jen’s fanny all wet and creamy at the end.’
There were lots of pics, it’s easy with a digital camera. Occasionally he popped out and I then got shots of Jenny’s engorged slit trembling. She wanted it back up her. In it went again, causing more gasps and this time to the ultimate end. They climaxed together, Lance’s balls clenching and Jenny’s buttocks rock tight with the force of her orgasm. He was gasping as he fucked the seed good and deep inside her. It was a massive mount, a masterful display and he paused for effect. She kissed him greedily, pleading for him not to take it out yet, so he just repositioned himself.
‘I’ll fuck the next load shallow…so it seeps out of your hole for the camera’ he announced arrogantly.
My wife said that she adored him,worshipped him. She would give head later, swallow his spunk, it didn’t matter that I watched anymore. I was just the roadie- the hired help. They were the star act.
His stamina was amazing- he really had it. Another crescendo of pumping was built up to and this time his balls fairly bounced on the glass as they delivered what must have been an aching second load into her quim. They were locked together, bucking against each other in this rugged, greedy fashion. Out his cock dragged, and there was my wife’s sex, dribbling spunk, shivering with excitement and her clit as hard as a ball bearing.
Gerry