A cancelled meet, but all is not lost
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Posted:Oct 3, 2012 8:26 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2024 4:13 pm
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There she stood holding her cup of morning coffee, the Indian summer sun coming in through the parted curtains in our master bedroom.
“You need to shave me,” My wife said.
“Are you having sex with him?” I asked, not sure of the answer. I knew she wanted to she’s really into Joel.
“No, not yet, I want to have coffee with him again but the next time I see him, yes I do (want to have sex with him).” My wife added smiling, “I’m wearing a skirt and if his hands wander up I want him to like the feel.”
Laying back and opening her legs I could see her wonderful pink pussy, outlined with this faint white glaze. She is ready for sex. Her lips hanging as her legs spread them. It has been close to thirty days since my cock has been inside her. She’s certainly waiting for Joel and not afraid to say so. She will be tight for him and his cock.
The shave job was quick as it almost always is. There once was a time when she was natural. I liked that. But as she begun sharing herself with available men over the years it’s apparent they prefer her shaved look. She’s taken a liking to it as well.
The jingle on her cell phone came informing of an incoming text.
Finishing up and returning the handy Bikini Touch shaver, she got up walking into the family room retrieving her phone from the cherry wood oak table.
“It’s Joel,” She said, “He can’t meet he has to work.”
She was disappointed. Her demeanor and voice changed as she focused on the small buttons replying.
Shortly her phone rang.
“It’s Joel,” She said, smiling.
They began engaged in their own conversation. Being third party it appeared Joel got called into work at the last minute and was unable to meet. He seemed sincere; at least my wife thought so as they seemingly didn’t miss a beat with their conversation.
That is a very good sign.
“I was getting ready to hop into the shower,” She said into the phone, smiling, obviously answering a question.
She in turn asked what he was doing at the moment and apparently liked what she heard.
“Phone sex,” She questioned, adding, “I would like that if you made me cum on the phone.”
My cock was raging as she talked seductively to a man whom I’ve never met. She got on our California Queen and proper her head against our light blue throw pillows with her legs fully open. Her left hand held the phone as her right hand intimately touched and roamed throughout her body, as if it were the first time she’d touched it. In a way it was. It was the first time she touched it with Joel.
I started stroking myself; the sight was incredible as she paid no attention to me, focused on her thoughts and with Joel.
I looked at her pussy. It hung open. The white glaze from before still there, this time more noticeable and thick.
I went to touch it. I wanted to feel the slickness, her wetness and desire for another man. She intercepted my hand, my right one, as I attempted to intrude.
“That’s not your pussy to touch,” She said with a whisper, inferring it was Joel’s, as she smiled and removed my hand.
I returned to jacking myself.
She closed her eyes still exploring her body with her own touch. Faintly into the phone she said, “I love being on top.”
I saw her slightly raise her hips as if she were on top of him.
In her mind, and I’m assuming his too, they were fucking each other. I continued to jack myself watching my lovely bride engaged mentally with a man whom she’s only met once.
Calling me by name she wanted me to lick her pussy, not missing a beat with Joel. I knelt on the bed, over her, as she guided my head down between her legs.
She was wet. Her juices leaked out of her pussy. Her virgin like pussy. I could see a small stream reaching her asshole.
She smelt and tasted excited as I pressed my tongue against her clit. It wasn’t tough to find. I guess you might say it found me.
A sigh came as I did what I was told, her hands firmly aside my head for perfection.
“It’s been months since I’ve been fucked good,” She blurted out choppy and direct.
“Yes, I want you cum inside me,” She followed, adding, “Fill me up and give him (me) something to clean,” continuing, “Yes, it is your pussy and you need to take care it.”
I loved hearing that. I love it when she’s firm, direct, loving and gentle. She’s been all of those.
She rode my face harder. Her moans became louder and her breathing quicker. The talking stopped between them momentarily. Her sounds drubbing out any he was making.
“Oh Joel I’m going to cum..,” She said directly.
Moaning and clinching her legs around me while smashing my head further into her shared pussy I tasted her.
She came. Not with me, but with Joel and whatever there were talking, fantasizing or hoping for. Her hips bucked with sensation as if it were real. As if he had really fucked her. As if it was him and his cock bringing her pleasure and not me.
Glazed and all I stood up and kissed her. Our tongues exchanged dances as I attempted to climb between her.
Placing the phone aside for a second she said, “You’re not going inside me, you need to finish jacking off.”
I wanted desperately to feel her. I wanted to feel her wetness. The seconds. That feeling is amazing; so slick, so wet and so cummable.
Lying next to her I restarted jacking. I was hard and the head wet with precum. Her and Joel finished their conversation and wished each other a happy morning as I laid there like a reserve waiting for my chance, yet knowing I’d never make the starting lineup.
“I really liked that,” She said, hanging up the phone.
I did too.
She knelt over top of me her natural cups dangling in my face. She fed me her pointy brown nipples.
“He will fuck me well,” She simply said as I rubbed faster.
I moaned slightly and she changed spots placing her tits over my cock. I rubbed myself the tip smashing into her hangers.
I came. Two shots launched as she gave me a nice landing pad.
“Oh, you’re cumming a lot,” She said, adding, “It’s warm..,”
Taking her cum covered tities and putting them in my face I licked.
“Clean them,” she instructed, softly. “You’re doing such a good job honey.”
My face covered with my own jizz. My nose, my mouth, my chin, all wet as I cleaned her natural cups.
She leaned down and whispered into my ear. “That is so hot when you clean me up like that. I love you.”
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Her favorite position
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Posted:Oct 1, 2012 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2012 7:54 am
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I like this photo. I have seen it many times. Not the picture itself, but what the act itself entails. Her favorite position is on top. He goes deep. If his cock is large enough, makes her cum. It’s her favorite position.
It’s a feeling a utter intense, sitting back, much like this fellow is doing, though it’s seldom I get that close while she’s in action. Her body language tells a story. It tells a story of pleasure, satisfaction. Her hips flow upward, then downward, slamming, or sometimes easing, onto his jock.
Shortly she’ll lower her head kissing him, and her upward motions simmer. It’s a grinding action, slightly moving upward at all anymore. He’ll grab her around her shoulders or waist. They’re close. So is she. She’ll moan, move faster back and forth cumming on his cock.
It’s her favorite position.
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Meeting someone new
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Posted:Oct 1, 2012 1:08 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2024 4:13 pm
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My wife met Joel for coffee at this small yet intimate little shop for an introduction. She has been corresponding with him for some time and it reached the stage of meeting. Joel is polite, a gentleman, experienced, and horny; all traits she likes.
The meeting went well. They talked, flirted, and he touched her through her clothing, outlining the under cups of her bra. She in turn, felt his cock through his trousers.
They kissed goodbye too. A good kisser is paramount, especially with her.
I guess that’s a good meeting.
Since their small coffee conversation he’s texted and they’ve corresponded. She’s excited as I am. Wish her luck!
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You're into what?
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Posted:Sep 30, 2012 9:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2014 7:13 am
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I would venture to say few men actually understand what cuckholding, or cuckolding is. We get zillions of emails with the fore mentioned. But thanks to the internet it’s broaden the horizons of many.
There are lots of tumblr sites, blogs and main stream porn, all of which have over the top theatrical themes and fuck sessions. Mainstream cuckolding has to be sellable. But real life cuckolding isn’t so sellable because it’s real.
When my wife and I first started looking into the lifestyle there were many outlets and themes that still hold true even with real life.
But the main ingredient lacking – respect.
Cuckolding is based on respect. Cuckolding isn’t based on degradation or malice humiliation. Those traits are saved for the movies.
Real cuckolding is a partnership.
Real cuckolding is a relationship, not men submitting to women who want to fuck everything in sight without their support. See, that’s where the sellable, the fantasy, the power of the hardon comes into play.
Real cuckolding is about her pleasure, not making the man feel ashamed.
Real cuckolding is about her control sexuality, not about total denial of sex or total denial of sexual contact.
Truthfully, would anybody really want to be in a relationship like that? Better yet, would a woman in a relationship really be into sex without her mates support?
Our cuckolding is sensual and erotic. That’s our selling point. It’s intimate. My wife would never disrespect me, or I her; or, the men she’s involved with would never disrespect either us.
That’s real cuckolding.
We still have the themes associated with –cock size, my temporary sexual denial, creampies and cleanup, but watching her cumming on another man’s cock while she/he insults me/her isn't one of them.
Cuckolding isn’t a threesome. Even in the movies. The man usually is a prop. I rarely have actual sex with my wife, more less a threesome.
Our time is afterwards. After she’s done, satisfied and fulfilled. She shares with me the details, some of which I know or saw, and things I didn’t see. I clean or worship her pussy, or on occasion, I have sex with her, always excited to hear about the playful cock comparisons.
From a personal experience that’s scared lots of men away; the marketable version of cuckolding in comparison to real life. When we tell a perspective lover that we’re into cuckolding the first vision that pops into their head - the stereotype. Some guy yelling insults as he fucks the guys wife. Then comes the, “I’m really not into that kink” line and the potential lover fades away. “Cuckold historically referred to a man with an adulterous wife..” “In modern English it generally refers to the sexual fetish of the same name in which a male gains sexual gratification from his partner's having sex with other males.” (Wikipedia)
Not a mention of degradation or humiliation. Again, real life cuckolding. There are many men out there who gain sexual arousal watching and listening to their wives play and carry on sexual and consensual affairs. I am one of them. It’s the most power sexual experience I have ever been involved in.
There is a verity of versions to cuckolding; but for the men out there who reply to an ad with cuckolding in the title or narrative, ask the couple what they’re into. How they do it? What their sexual life really consists of. You might be surprised and more yet, compatible.
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Pretty in pink
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Posted:Sep 29, 2012 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2012 8:32 am
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A nice way to spent Saturday evening. I freshly painted my wife’s toe nails. We thought we’d share them with our fellow foot lovers. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve worshiped or cummed on them!
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Rib-a-dub-dub, not a man in this tub.
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Posted:Sep 29, 2012 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2013 8:38 am
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The end of a Friday evening as she hopped into the shower for a relaxing soak before bed. It had been a long week, and it showed.
I waited a few minutes after the water had warmed and she adjusted before I came in. I watched momentarily as she enjoyed the water rinsing her hair.
She looked marvelous.
Very sexy.
Very sensual.
I slid open the glass shower door and she turned around and looked. I was naked, semi-hard, if you can call it that.
“What are you doing?” She asked, running her hands through her wet hair. She was smiling. She knew what I was doing.
Stroking myself.
“I don’t think I want that,” She said, implying my cock.
“Honey you look amazing,” I commented.
She turned, facing me, soaping her body.
I watched, totally focused, as she touched herself. Not sexual, but sensual. Watching her strokes, circular in motion as she ran her soapy hands and crunchy along her body.
“You think this would look good on the blog?” She asked.
“Of course,” I replied without thought.
She instructed I get the camera and snap a couple photos. We hope you like them. She enjoyed posing for them.
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I finished stoking myself as she showered. It was quick. She wanted it that way.
“You better hurry up honey I’m almost finished,” She said, smiling.
I did.
I came thinking about all the men looking at her body. She enjoyed the thought too.
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Internet warriors
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Posted:Sep 27, 2012 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2012 1:01 pm
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I’m stumped.
You write the perfect ad; it’s clear, describes your wants, desires and needs. You get lots of replies, most of which leaving you scratching your head.
But then there’s a reply or two. They intrigue you. Their grammar is correct and readable. They say the right things carefully adding a seductive line or statement as needed. It’s almost too perfect to be true.
We exchange pictures and and the more intimate flirting beings. Phone sex happens. It’s hot and enjoyable. My wife cums madly as they share thoughts, words and soon to be actions. He fucks her well through the phone and satisfies her mind with cool catchy innuendos.
His name was Jim. We’ve all encountered a Jim here and there; the keyboard Romeo, the picture collector. You know, the internet warrior, the perfect match. He’s perfect in every way with the exception of skin to skin contact. I am sure there will be another Jim in her life again, but we hope, not soon.
Why is that? My wife and I were discussing this last night. Why would men ever answer an ad for long term committed sex when it never reaches past the comfortable barrier? It's not for her lack of trying mind you. My wife loves sex, especially with a skilled lover. But with each invitation comes a reason why the encounter can't happen. The reasons are always vaild. But every time? It makes you want to ask,'why did you reply to our ad?'
Perhaps we offer something intimidating? But again, that can be worked out with conversation. Is fantasy better than reality?
Perhaps it’s the ‘how close can I push the envelope’ thrill. Perhaps they just enjoy playing games and leading people on? I don’t know. I don’t think we’ll ever know. For those of us who’ve encountered guys like Jim before we just vent, express distaste, and move on. But what about etiquette? or does that apply here? 'Hey, this isn't what I want,' or 'I'm not sure about' this or that.
For us, searching for a bull for her, which we’re doing now, is a long and tedious process. We don’t partake in the club scene, which only leaves the internet and various magazines as an outlet.
My wife and I know there are good sincere men out there. She knows personally as she’s shared her sexual life with a few of them over the years.
We just wish those guys outnumbered the Jim’s of the world.
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Hello everyone!
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Posted:Sep 26, 2012 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2013 8:38 am
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Greetings, and welcome to our blog. Well, my blog. My lovely wife, of course, is the star. And what a wonderful star she is! My intension is to post about our/her adventures.
We are a real life cuckolding couple in Spokane, Washington. Nothing you see, or read, is part of the internet or encounters from. Everything is true and about us. I think it makes for better reading, personally.
We have been playing over six years and it’s been a learning experience for us both.
Over the years I’ve written lots about my wife as she’s fucked other men with my knowledge and approving hard cock.
I think interaction is important. Real life cucks and bulls, couples too, please comment and share.
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