A masochist pretty much describes someone who gets some sort of sexual pleasure by inflicting pain or humiliation upon themselves, someone who always gravitates towards situations that cause them to suffer in some way.
Well I think, as a cuckold, I quite like the definition of being an ‘emotional’ masochist, just someone who somehow finds an intense amount of strange, twisted and subtle pleasure in situations that, to most people, appear emotionally to be brutally painful, humiliating or just somehow negative. My recurring desire to explore cuckolding with my wife is a prime example of this.
Something deep inside of me somehow thrives on the incredible angst and jealousy I go through at times when watching my woman wrapped in the arms of a big, powerful (black) man. Sometimes I notice a slight movement she does with him that she doesn’t do with me, sometimes it’s watching him fuck her in different positions than the ones she’s used to with me, or sometimes it’s just the look in her eyes, and on her face that is slightly different. More lustful, hungrier…like she’s far more turned on in that moment with him than similar moments with me… It grips your body and your soul, it takes your breath away, and in many ways it truly hurts to witness them together like that, but there’s absolutely no denying how horny it makes me, and how unbelievably hard it gets my cock. My cock stands as tall as it can, no doubt eager to pose some sort of resistance to watching my woman being claimed in front of me, pulsing with an energy that no other moment can match, and it’s in these moments that I feel completely submitted to my wife and her pleasure…and no matter how much it hurts, or how conflicted I am about it all, I can’t help encouraging it, and then coming back for more…again and again, and again…
Lately, we’ve kind of progressed to where I fantasize about her
developing feelings for one of her lovers or “bull-friends” as we like to refer to her black lovers. I imagine her developing an unmistakable desire that awakens deep within her to be absolutely perfect for him, an intense desire to please him, no matter what. Just little things, like the type of lingerie she carefully puts on to suit what turns him on most, or the way she does up her hair, or the willingness on her behalf to do whatever he wants her to do physically, even things she’s clearly not comfortable doing with any other man…things like anal, or having sex without a condom, allowing him to cum deep inside of her.
Of course, having said all that, there’s also an incredibly deep rooted fear of him becoming more desirable, sexier, or more important to her than I am, or the ultimate fear of her considering leaving me for him. It’s this sharp, edgy fear that also makes the entire thing so exhilarating and kinky.
Sometimes I watch them French kissing passionately, eyes closed, their breathing in tune with one another, their naked, sweaty bodies pressed firmly against each other, and I imagine how almost inevitable it is that she’ll one day prefer to spend time making love to him over me…and how, when he’s not around, she’ll begin longing to have him deep inside of her or even just near her…and yet, despite these primal fears, I find myself lost and dazed at the thought of her and her bull developing feelings for one another, only intensifying their sexual chemistry together.
I imagine this happening over time,…her growing more and more attached to one specific lover, and her and I having a deep, meaningful conversation one evening about how, sexually, she’d like to be his exclusively, temporarily denying me any more blowjobs, hand jobs or penetration. While running her finger slowly over my hard cock, she’d ask me playfully and innocently whether I wouldn’t find it kinky and hot to be denied any form of physical contact with her, while she gets to see her bull 3 to 4 times a week, living out the perfect ‘girlfriend experience’, both of them high on new relationship energy.
She’d go on to suggest I be locked in chastity for as long as her relationship with her bull-friend lasts. It’s not a joke, not intentionally meant to humiliate you, not a silly bedroom fantasy…it’s your wife simply stating how happy it would make her, and how much it would mean to her if you could fully embrace your role as her cuckold by locking away your cock in a chastity device while she and her lover are free to explore each other sexually.
As much as my world would collapse around me in that moment, thinking about being locked in a chastity cage semi-permanently while her lover would be free to ravage and claim her as often as he wanted, simply blows my cuckold mind. I fantasize about how, in the crossroads of that moment with my wife, I’d stay calm, recognize the beauty and selflessness of putting her sexual happiness above my own, and accept her proposal to just “try it out for a few months”.
After reaching a mutual agreement that it’s indeed time for her and her lover to take their relationship to this next level, I imagine my woman and I naked in bed, locked in each others arms, French kissing with incredible passion after making this profoundly kinky decision in our marriage. She’d tell me how unbelievably proud she is of me, and how much she really loves me, and I’d glow and tell her how much I love her back, before spontaneously going down on her and bringing her to the first of many orgasms under our new arrangement. After her climax, while I’m still on my knees before her, with my mouth still massaging her wet pussy, she’d gently grab a handful of my hair, pull me up towards her, playfully tap my raging hard-on a few times, and whisper into my ear: “now be a good cucky, and go put your cage on…”
I mean, chastity device or no chastity device, I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking and agonizingly beautiful it must be to watch the love of your life take her time giving her bull or lover a long, sensual blowjob if you yourself are permanently denied the same pleasure… In my fantasy, my wife glances over to me while French kissing his cock, and notices my anxious and pained expression as I watch on, but it only seems to turn her on more to her lover. With his hard, thick cock still in her mouth, she would smile at me approvingly, break eye contact and begin to eagerly worship his cock and his body with even more vigor and lust than before, fully aroused and inflamed by having witnessed the extreme conflict her cuckold is clearly going through for her in that moment. So strange how us cuckolds can simultaneously crave and long for something we also carry such a deep-rooted fear for…
At times it seems as if, for a cuckold, all the socially accepted principles of pain and pleasure in a relationship context, simply need to be reversed to create maximum submission and effect… I mean, at times I think that all the sensations that give us cuckolds the most intense physical pleasure, such as hand jobs, blowjobs or sex, should be temporarily (or permanently) denied, and over time, all the sensations that cause the greatest amount of emotional conflict or anxiety should be induced and enhanced. What better way to achieve this addictive cocktail of tease and denial than by her having you watch (or wait at home) as she showers her lover with all the most intense physical pleasures that she denies you…
A big part of me loves being a cuckold. It’s more than just something I ‘want’. At times, it almost feels like something I ‘need’. Something both my wife and I need. You become addicted to the awesome power your woman has over you in her role as your ‘hotwife’. The teasing and denying that goes on before her dates, the intense agony and breathless excitement during her dates, and the all-important aftercare once her bull or lover has gone home…all those moments are extremely sharp and dangerous, kind of like base-jumping off a cliff and hoping your parachute opens. Sometimes, after an evening of cuckolding, you hit the ground, and it takes you a good couple of hours to figure out if your parachute actually opened or not. Confirmation that all is okay is often only attained a day or two later when you have time to reflect on the incredible awesomeness of what just happened, and you’re back in line, desperate for another ride on the cuckolding roller coaster.
One of the parts I enjoy most is after her lover has gone home, and I get to reclaim her. I’ll often start by getting down on my knees, and kissing her chest, her stomach, her thighs…before finally going down on her, using my tongue to soothe her used pussy. Once I’ve brought her to an orgasm, we make love, kissing passionately while looking deep into each others eyes. It’s incredibly intense and passionate. She whispers how proud she is of me, how amazing the experience was, how much she loved being in his arms, and having me witness that…how big his cock was, how incredible he felt deep inside of her, and how she can’t wait to have another experience like it again…and then, as if to confirm what she’s saying, I feel her moist pussy on my legs, and pick up the scent of his cock all over her lips as I kiss them gently…, his musky smell all over her used, sweaty body is unmistakable… For some reason it’s absolutely intoxicating. He may have left the room, but he most certainly claimed his territory and left his mark before he did. In these moments, all I want to do is adore her and kiss her all over, reclaim her, thank her for being my woman, for being the love of my life, and inviting her to do it all over again.
In those moments when I finally have her to myself again, I’m so incredibly grateful to have her be mine again…I find myself secretly urging her on to wholeheartedly embracing her role as a hotwife, even if it means steering me out of my comfort zone for another unforgettable experience…nudging us further along this yellow brick road… At my most turned on, and in my most open-minded state, I envision myself encouraging her to see whoever she wants, whenever she wants and for as long as she wants simply because of how happy, radiant and sexy she is before, during and after those intimate experiences with other men… It’s hard to put into words just how close we are to one another in those post-cuckolding moments. In those moments she becomes a sexual goddess that I genuinely worship with my entire being.
We both get so breathless and turned on by seeing and feeling the excitement a cuckold experience has created between us, all while doing something she loves: sharing sensual, intimate moments with other men while I watch or wait. They shower her with attention, and lust, which makes her feel desirable and sexy, and in turn she’s thankful to me for allowing her to experience those moments. I can sense her arousal when we talk about her seeing other men, and the effect it has on us both. It’s an arousal that can’t be faked or acted. She presses her naked body closer to mine, and whispers all the things she’d love to experience and put me through with other men. She confirms at just the right intervals how incredibly proud she is of me, her loyal cuckold…and the more she talks, the more the cuckold spell is cast, and the closer we feel to one another. Cuckolding really is the ultimate fore-play in a relationship or marriage.
This is how I know that at the heart of it, despite all the bigger, more powerful men that will come in and out of her life (no pun intended ;-)), I know it’s still all about us…about both of us. It unleashes a sexy side of us both that truly appeals to the other, for better or for worse. The whole experience of cuckolding and hotwifing continually makes us feel like young teenagers. We’re so unbelievably in love and at our happiest when I’m being cuckolded and denied orgasms…so yes, there are many pains, but also many, many joys to being a cuckold, and hopefully cuckolding will always have a healthy, fun and kinky place in our marriage… ;-)
Well I think, as a cuckold, I quite like the definition of being an ‘emotional’ masochist, just someone who somehow finds an intense amount of strange, twisted and subtle pleasure in situations that, to most people, appear emotionally to be brutally painful, humiliating or just somehow negative. My recurring desire to explore cuckolding with my wife is a prime example of this.
Something deep inside of me somehow thrives on the incredible angst and jealousy I go through at times when watching my woman wrapped in the arms of a big, powerful (black) man. Sometimes I notice a slight movement she does with him that she doesn’t do with me, sometimes it’s watching him fuck her in different positions than the ones she’s used to with me, or sometimes it’s just the look in her eyes, and on her face that is slightly different. More lustful, hungrier…like she’s far more turned on in that moment with him than similar moments with me… It grips your body and your soul, it takes your breath away, and in many ways it truly hurts to witness them together like that, but there’s absolutely no denying how horny it makes me, and how unbelievably hard it gets my cock. My cock stands as tall as it can, no doubt eager to pose some sort of resistance to watching my woman being claimed in front of me, pulsing with an energy that no other moment can match, and it’s in these moments that I feel completely submitted to my wife and her pleasure…and no matter how much it hurts, or how conflicted I am about it all, I can’t help encouraging it, and then coming back for more…again and again, and again…
Lately, we’ve kind of progressed to where I fantasize about her
developing feelings for one of her lovers or “bull-friends” as we like to refer to her black lovers. I imagine her developing an unmistakable desire that awakens deep within her to be absolutely perfect for him, an intense desire to please him, no matter what. Just little things, like the type of lingerie she carefully puts on to suit what turns him on most, or the way she does up her hair, or the willingness on her behalf to do whatever he wants her to do physically, even things she’s clearly not comfortable doing with any other man…things like anal, or having sex without a condom, allowing him to cum deep inside of her.
Of course, having said all that, there’s also an incredibly deep rooted fear of him becoming more desirable, sexier, or more important to her than I am, or the ultimate fear of her considering leaving me for him. It’s this sharp, edgy fear that also makes the entire thing so exhilarating and kinky.
Sometimes I watch them French kissing passionately, eyes closed, their breathing in tune with one another, their naked, sweaty bodies pressed firmly against each other, and I imagine how almost inevitable it is that she’ll one day prefer to spend time making love to him over me…and how, when he’s not around, she’ll begin longing to have him deep inside of her or even just near her…and yet, despite these primal fears, I find myself lost and dazed at the thought of her and her bull developing feelings for one another, only intensifying their sexual chemistry together.
I imagine this happening over time,…her growing more and more attached to one specific lover, and her and I having a deep, meaningful conversation one evening about how, sexually, she’d like to be his exclusively, temporarily denying me any more blowjobs, hand jobs or penetration. While running her finger slowly over my hard cock, she’d ask me playfully and innocently whether I wouldn’t find it kinky and hot to be denied any form of physical contact with her, while she gets to see her bull 3 to 4 times a week, living out the perfect ‘girlfriend experience’, both of them high on new relationship energy.
She’d go on to suggest I be locked in chastity for as long as her relationship with her bull-friend lasts. It’s not a joke, not intentionally meant to humiliate you, not a silly bedroom fantasy…it’s your wife simply stating how happy it would make her, and how much it would mean to her if you could fully embrace your role as her cuckold by locking away your cock in a chastity device while she and her lover are free to explore each other sexually.
As much as my world would collapse around me in that moment, thinking about being locked in a chastity cage semi-permanently while her lover would be free to ravage and claim her as often as he wanted, simply blows my cuckold mind. I fantasize about how, in the crossroads of that moment with my wife, I’d stay calm, recognize the beauty and selflessness of putting her sexual happiness above my own, and accept her proposal to just “try it out for a few months”.
After reaching a mutual agreement that it’s indeed time for her and her lover to take their relationship to this next level, I imagine my woman and I naked in bed, locked in each others arms, French kissing with incredible passion after making this profoundly kinky decision in our marriage. She’d tell me how unbelievably proud she is of me, and how much she really loves me, and I’d glow and tell her how much I love her back, before spontaneously going down on her and bringing her to the first of many orgasms under our new arrangement. After her climax, while I’m still on my knees before her, with my mouth still massaging her wet pussy, she’d gently grab a handful of my hair, pull me up towards her, playfully tap my raging hard-on a few times, and whisper into my ear: “now be a good cucky, and go put your cage on…”
I mean, chastity device or no chastity device, I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking and agonizingly beautiful it must be to watch the love of your life take her time giving her bull or lover a long, sensual blowjob if you yourself are permanently denied the same pleasure… In my fantasy, my wife glances over to me while French kissing his cock, and notices my anxious and pained expression as I watch on, but it only seems to turn her on more to her lover. With his hard, thick cock still in her mouth, she would smile at me approvingly, break eye contact and begin to eagerly worship his cock and his body with even more vigor and lust than before, fully aroused and inflamed by having witnessed the extreme conflict her cuckold is clearly going through for her in that moment. So strange how us cuckolds can simultaneously crave and long for something we also carry such a deep-rooted fear for…
At times it seems as if, for a cuckold, all the socially accepted principles of pain and pleasure in a relationship context, simply need to be reversed to create maximum submission and effect… I mean, at times I think that all the sensations that give us cuckolds the most intense physical pleasure, such as hand jobs, blowjobs or sex, should be temporarily (or permanently) denied, and over time, all the sensations that cause the greatest amount of emotional conflict or anxiety should be induced and enhanced. What better way to achieve this addictive cocktail of tease and denial than by her having you watch (or wait at home) as she showers her lover with all the most intense physical pleasures that she denies you…
A big part of me loves being a cuckold. It’s more than just something I ‘want’. At times, it almost feels like something I ‘need’. Something both my wife and I need. You become addicted to the awesome power your woman has over you in her role as your ‘hotwife’. The teasing and denying that goes on before her dates, the intense agony and breathless excitement during her dates, and the all-important aftercare once her bull or lover has gone home…all those moments are extremely sharp and dangerous, kind of like base-jumping off a cliff and hoping your parachute opens. Sometimes, after an evening of cuckolding, you hit the ground, and it takes you a good couple of hours to figure out if your parachute actually opened or not. Confirmation that all is okay is often only attained a day or two later when you have time to reflect on the incredible awesomeness of what just happened, and you’re back in line, desperate for another ride on the cuckolding roller coaster.
One of the parts I enjoy most is after her lover has gone home, and I get to reclaim her. I’ll often start by getting down on my knees, and kissing her chest, her stomach, her thighs…before finally going down on her, using my tongue to soothe her used pussy. Once I’ve brought her to an orgasm, we make love, kissing passionately while looking deep into each others eyes. It’s incredibly intense and passionate. She whispers how proud she is of me, how amazing the experience was, how much she loved being in his arms, and having me witness that…how big his cock was, how incredible he felt deep inside of her, and how she can’t wait to have another experience like it again…and then, as if to confirm what she’s saying, I feel her moist pussy on my legs, and pick up the scent of his cock all over her lips as I kiss them gently…, his musky smell all over her used, sweaty body is unmistakable… For some reason it’s absolutely intoxicating. He may have left the room, but he most certainly claimed his territory and left his mark before he did. In these moments, all I want to do is adore her and kiss her all over, reclaim her, thank her for being my woman, for being the love of my life, and inviting her to do it all over again.
In those moments when I finally have her to myself again, I’m so incredibly grateful to have her be mine again…I find myself secretly urging her on to wholeheartedly embracing her role as a hotwife, even if it means steering me out of my comfort zone for another unforgettable experience…nudging us further along this yellow brick road… At my most turned on, and in my most open-minded state, I envision myself encouraging her to see whoever she wants, whenever she wants and for as long as she wants simply because of how happy, radiant and sexy she is before, during and after those intimate experiences with other men… It’s hard to put into words just how close we are to one another in those post-cuckolding moments. In those moments she becomes a sexual goddess that I genuinely worship with my entire being.
We both get so breathless and turned on by seeing and feeling the excitement a cuckold experience has created between us, all while doing something she loves: sharing sensual, intimate moments with other men while I watch or wait. They shower her with attention, and lust, which makes her feel desirable and sexy, and in turn she’s thankful to me for allowing her to experience those moments. I can sense her arousal when we talk about her seeing other men, and the effect it has on us both. It’s an arousal that can’t be faked or acted. She presses her naked body closer to mine, and whispers all the things she’d love to experience and put me through with other men. She confirms at just the right intervals how incredibly proud she is of me, her loyal cuckold…and the more she talks, the more the cuckold spell is cast, and the closer we feel to one another. Cuckolding really is the ultimate fore-play in a relationship or marriage.
This is how I know that at the heart of it, despite all the bigger, more powerful men that will come in and out of her life (no pun intended ;-)), I know it’s still all about us…about both of us. It unleashes a sexy side of us both that truly appeals to the other, for better or for worse. The whole experience of cuckolding and hotwifing continually makes us feel like young teenagers. We’re so unbelievably in love and at our happiest when I’m being cuckolded and denied orgasms…so yes, there are many pains, but also many, many joys to being a cuckold, and hopefully cuckolding will always have a healthy, fun and kinky place in our marriage… ;-)
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