Going public
Thanks Cuckold Stories Blog for posting my last message, which I hope has helped some hotwives to manage matters more enjoyably. I have given some thought to another matter once you have cucked your husband and that concerns going public. There’s nothing so restrictive as keeping all the fun indoors and once you are getting the best it’s natural to want to brag about it. But going public requires a little thought, if you are then to make elite sex your lifestyle. I’ve been going with Wes for just over a year now and my husband Edward is pretty well behaved about matters. I’ve talked to a few friends such as Trudy (see my last post), about how to handle things like cunnlingus. I think that a girl needs to anticipate arrangements, with regard to her cucked husband, with regard to her own impact when you go public. Wes was always relaxed about it. I suppose it confirmed his sex appeal, all the stereotypes about the pulling power of black guys.
Let me start though with Edward, my pliable husband. As I said in my last post, it’s always possible to get a guy ready for public humiliation by making that a challenge to be managed in return for sweet rewards. That was what I did. I got the guy hooked on pussy licking and demanded it morning, night and day. I’m sure that Edward was intoxicated! Then though it was time to pull the leash. Wes and I were fed up with driving out to distant pubs. So I started to deny Edward his licks and you could see all the panicky speculations begin to build inside him. What if I was about to dump him? What if I was so disgusted with his behaviour that I was excluding him from any physical contact? The temptation is to dictate your strategy then, to set out your demands, but that’s not the best way! Whilst he is in withdrawal and wrong footed, you keep schtum. Eventually he asked, with a pleading expression on his face, ‘what’s wrong- what aren’t I doing right, why don’t you ride tongue anymore?’ Well, I didn’t say at first, but when he pleaded again I admitted that I was fed up with the sneaking around. Wes was the man of my dreams and if Edward accepted that, then we should see whether others could too?
I remember that we spent a few sessions, me (quite unusually) playing with Edward’s member, encouraging him to talk about who he would tell that he was a cuckold and liked the lifestyle. The more I cock teased him, the bolder were his thoughts. There were some of our close friends, of course, and then most significant of all, some of his golf buddies. Telling male mates that your wife thinks that you’re not good enough is a massive hill to climb for a husband, but its key to a more open arrangement too. There’s nothing more horny than being near other blokes when they know that you’ve cucked your husband. They’re probably wondering just what a bitch you are- it sets up a wonderful frisson. Of course when they meet your alpha male, the reasons why you made your choice are probably obvious- but their furtive little imaginations still work overtime.
Edward shortlisted 6-7 people that he would tell and he rehearsed accounts of why. I didn’t really want any of those explanations, it seemed better that he fess up that I wanted better. But the chosen account helped Edward make his transition. He decided that he had an erectile dysfunction, to do with low grade but long present diabetes that he didn’t have but which was in the family somewhere. ‘Just as long as they understand that Wes does the fucking’ I said coldly.
Those accounts (if used) are important because they affect how you are perceived. In this instance, I was seen as a lusty lady who needed something that Edward could never give me. The response was more sympathetic as a result- although we needed to make clear that the erectile dysfunction was permanent and Edward was thankful to Wes for servicing me. They reduced some of my ‘bitch image’, and that watered down some of my enjoyment, but it also kept us more friends.
It may surprise you that in a modern and more permissive world that I should need to mention the keeping of friends. But its true- when you come out, you will lose some and gain others. Other wives might worry that you’re a cougar with a veracious appetite that will steal their husbands. Blokes will be fascinated for sure, but then fearful that if they flirt with you, that you might smack them down hard. After all, they weren’t Wes, and you are now the discerning woman! So you go into this (if you’ve any sense) thinking about possible consequences. If you live in a very conservative neighbourhood, it could be time to move. You might need to build up the alternative community before you lose some of the old one.
Before we came out then we nurtured a few associations. I invited Trudy, her lover and Robin her cuck husband over to dinner and after a nice meal and a lot of wine, Trudy and I were emboldened enough to take tongue from our cucks, whilst the men folk shared a beer and admired our control. It was a ground breaking evening I suppose, for Edward and Robin as they tongued, and even more so when I told Robin to lick my cunt and sent Edward to attend to Trudy. The buzz that gave our boyfriends was immense, watching the cucks lapping away and the pair of us getting hotter and hornier by the minute. When we then fucked with the alpha males on the thick pile rug in front of an open fire, grinding and thrusting in what turned out to be a very practised and exciting session, the climaxes were major! Edward and Robin had been cased up in Perspex so that they couldn’t get an erection and afterwards they said that was the hottest thing- their balls ached like crazy.
The six of us started to go out to the pub together, the clubs and the restaurants. It was great because you enjoyed the arrangement publically, sprinkling little hints of what some of us girls got and helping the cucks to develop ways of showing their subservience to us and our lovers in ways that didn’t cause a riot. You have to handle this well, I suppose like gay people did in the past. You can’t be outrageously in other people’s faces in less liberal surroundings.
I remember that at one club, two rather drunk young ladies quickly guessed that we were hotwives with our cucks and studs on show. Perhaps they wanted this sort of action? They were certainly jealous and tried a few times to tempt our boyfriends. When Wes and his mate were having none of that, they got snotty and bleated about what spoilt little tramps Trudy and I were. Wes had the perfect response though. He told them to shut the fuck up until such time as they had climbed out of the gutter and had the nous and the looks to rule one man and interest a red blooded male. It was a terrible put down!
Other girls are sincerely curious about how you live- managing two relationships. The most common questions are, ‘why don’t you just leave your husband?’ and ‘don’t you ever have any doubts?’ I explain that I’ve spent time being honest with myself and I want to control a man as much as I want to submit to another. I’m a bit political too, I think women should be able to choose the best and that goes on to breeding too. Competition drives so much and women arbitrate on who has won! Sincerely, I no longer have any doubts.
Penny

There are few enough places for a girl to share good and intimate advice when it comes to sex, so I thought I’d offer up this practical experience for any hot wife readers who visit your blog. The thoughts stem from a conversation that I shared with Trudy a friend of mine. What I share here though is strictly for the established relationship, when you’re exclusive with your lover and you’re sure that he’s not fucking around elsewhere. Health and safety is a real consideration here- it’s not a silly get in the way constraint.
Trudy has recently started cuckolding her husband Robin and inevitably the conversation turned to cunnilingus. She knew that I have been running Edward my husband as a cuck for a year or so, and because of that she thought that I might have some answers. Having your husband lick you out for the first few times after you have been with your lover is something that takes a little getting used to. I mean, it might seem disgusting that he does that sort of thing and you can’t help but despise him for doing it when he should have tried at least to compete with his cock. But then it’s arousing too, especially if he curls up his tongue like a straw and holds it long enough to slip in and out of your cunny hole. A well disciplined cuck can siphon up some of the copious spunk your lover has deposited that way and it’s then very sexy when you see him swallow.
First things first though- what does licking you out really mean and how does it stand when you have chosen someone better? Well, with Edward at least, I made sure that he understood it was a capitulation, that Wes my lover had beaten him and that from now on he wouldn’t ever try to make love to me with his tiddler cock again. I wanted this as informed consent, so the first time he made to tongue me, I didn’t allow it. I made him think about it for a few days, and then after I had been out with Wes for the evening, I asked how he felt? He begged to lick me out and I felt sure enough then to have him proceed. As he lapped away, I whispered things to him, to reinforce what this little rite de passage really meant. ‘Do you see how stretched I am down there…your tongue gets lost inside me’. ‘That sticky white spunk you’re ladling up is Wes’s- he shot lots of it inside me, you’ll never reach it all.’ Its bitchy I know, perhaps at first, and when not feeling aroused, it sounds even farcical, but you have to establish the rules- to have him know how low he has sunk in your eyes.
Trudy asked whether it was normal to worry that the permission to lick could be misunderstood. I said sure, but if she really wanted things firmly established, then she should make her husband tongue her with her lover watching. There could be no confusion then- this was a submission, an act of obedience in front of the proper bloke. There was no chance that hubby would get aroused and think it could proceed to anything more. Trudy then asked whether I cum on Edward’s tongue, because that seemed different. If you did, then it looked as though your cuck still had some sort of power. If you didn’t- then the tonguing could become a little frustrating! Well my own take on that is to say that if I straddle Edward’s mouth, if I ride his face, then I do allow myself to cum. Make no mistake about it, I am using him then and he knows it. If he reaches for his weeny erection I slap his hand away and tell him to concentrate on my cunny. Then when I climax, his face is sometimes drenched in little squirts of my lady cum. Not all women produce that, not all women know it can happen, but it does for me and big time since I started going with one man and dominating another. It’s as if your inhibitions are blown, as if you can respond big time to the urges that have seemed too unladylike before. As you lift off, you see your cuck’s face, covered in cum, hot and sticky (because you forget yourself as you grind and rub on his mouth) and probably a bit breathless looking. Remember, don’t smother him though- there are pleasures to be repeated!
‘And if you’re not riding Edward’s face? ’Trudy asked, sipping the chilled white wine. Well I don’t cum and that is possible with practice, because I tell Edward to stay off my button. It’s a different sort of oral, and it serves to show his submission to me. If you’re going out with your boyfriend, you might want it that way to gently arouse you before you step out. Wes likes to push his hand down inside my pants and feel that I am juiced up and ready for a night time of teasing before he penetrates me. He sees Edward as the prelim act. Sometimes I use that sort of oral for pictures. I mean I will set up the camera on a little tripod on the bedside locker and then put a foot up on the bed and beckon Edward to tongue me leisurely before I go out. I want him to make a meal of it- to put me in the mood for Wes. I tell him that he’s useless to me otherwise.
So this is lifestyle, full on, when you know you’ve found the right lover and its exclusive-Trudy checked. Yes, I nod. We are alpha together-elitest about sex, an item, chic, sophisticated, and that’s part of the buzz for me and a lot of other hot wives too. If your stud insists on screwing around, and you’re ready to party that way, then use sheaths and don’t make your cuck lick up the cum. This is the most intimate, the most fulfilling set up any woman could want- cake and eat it, the best of both worlds, but it’s worth protecting. So get there in a considered way.
Trudy nodded- the message gone home. Good I thought. So, I continued, ‘have you thought about how you use licking to get your own way even more?’ Clearly Trudy hadn’t. She’d pictured the act, understood the submission and the pleasure it would give her boyfriend too, but she hadn’t yet realised that cunnilingus was part of her control. ‘Well, you need to think what happens to your husband once you get him on the oral on a regular basis’ I observed. Silence..Trudy needed a pointer or two. ‘Well, you produce loads of pheromones when he licks and sucks, when you get aroused and they go straight up his nose which is just centimetres from your cunny, and they enslave him. Edward is addicted to my scent, the body scent I mean and addicted too I suppose, to the taste of my juices. Once he is lapping regularly, he’s likely to beg for it as often as he can. It can become a nuisance and its then that you use it to your advantage.
‘You ration it’ Trudy said, and I smiled.
‘What do you want in return for the oral delights?’ I asked her.
Well, on the spot and right then, she didn’t know.
‘Perhaps you want to go public, to enjoy being out with your man. That takes a lot of getting used to for your husband. Perhaps he hoped to keep this all hidden away behind closed doors. You can wean him off the secrecy, help him to get used to a more public shame, by offering cunnilingus treats.’
Trudy wondered what I wanted, what I had got because Edward was on a chemical leash to my pheromones. I waggled the keys to my Mercedes CLK. Some things are very expensive. We’re not all material girls, but each to their own.
Trudy had seen a few video clips, some steamy ones (I smiled when she blushed) of husband’s being made to suck a lover’s cock. Personally she said, the idea seemed ridiculous and distasteful. ‘Maybe’ I conceded, ‘it’s very much your lover’s decision. No man is going to be allowed to suck dick unless your stud is sure that game rules are understood. It’s the ultimate humiliation, if you make cuck do that’. Trudy gave me this look that said, ‘well?’ I replied, ‘high days and holidays. I made Edward do it the first time the three of us went on holiday. The hotel staff knew that I was the spoilt bitch and I was drunk on power. So I told Edward to take Wes’s tool out and lather it up for me. You could see that Ed was almost gagging, it really wasn’t his thing. But he did it and I reserve the right to make him do it again.’ Remember though, I concluded, we’re well established. It’s our lifestyle and part of my complete control philosophy.

Penny