not sure where to post this. true story.

Does anyone else talk about your wife with strangers?

I�ve been married for 15 years to a truly beautiful Asian woman, who more than ever drives me crazy. Even when we were first married, she hardly ever let me make love to her. In recent years, we can go six or eight months between love-making. But she is so very sexy. Although she is almost 40, she looks thirty. She is tiny and slender and pale. She is an NYC attorney, and has the wardrobe high-maintenance looks, and attitude and that goes with it. She�s bitchy and icy and aloof with her professional colleagues, with me, and with just about everybody but her few closest girlfriends. She dresses sharply in well-tailored suits that show off her slender figure. Black pantyhose and high heeled pumps are de rigueur in the court room and in consultations with her clients. In short, I�m still smitten. I think about her all the time. I have even been known to steal her panties and shoes to masturbate to. Not a rare occurrence, in fact.

My work requires that I do a fair amount of traveling, which means that I often find myself missing her and thinking about her while nursing a bad glass of wine at some anonymous hotel bar late at night. It�s common to find myself talking to another solitary businessman, *******ing time at the bar. In recent years, for some reamister, I�ve found myself bringing up my wife. Telling a strange man about her, how much I miss her, and so forth. Most are sympathetic and strangely envious that I should still be in love with my wife after so many years, and perk up when I can�t stop myself from telling them about her, including how sexy she is all dressed up in her power suits and pantyhose and high heels. For some reamister, these conversations create a sexual high for me. There is something exquisitely humiliating about talking about the sexual charms of your own wife to strange men who are only too willing to listen and comment. There is something exquisitely humiliating about telling strange men that your sexy wife won�t make love to you, but that you can�t keep yourself from lurking near her when she dresses for work or changes into the lovely lingerie she�s wears to bed�your marital bed, where you may be allowed to cuddle or snuggle into the aroma of her delicately perfumed body, but where you may not make love to her.

Some strangers comment more than others�asking, for example, if I think my wife is lesbian or if she is unfaithful. I honestly don�t think she�s lesbian, and do not know for sure if she has affairs with other men. I say so.

On a recent trip, a powerful looking man in his late-fifties or early sixties took particular relish in this line of conversation. He took the attitude of a mature, worldly man who had kindly taken an interest in a promising younger colleague. He told me that he was sure that my �hot little wife� was enjoying herself at my expense, either as the mistress of a judge or hotshot attorney or else taking �opportunities that inevitably come along to such women� to �nurture the pretty young men� she meets in the course of her work. He could tell that he was affecting me, I guess. He wouldn�t let it go, and the conversation really aroused me. We kept takeing. He was an attorney himself, and his questioning eventually had me cornered. He made me admit that thoughts of my wife with other men consumed me and aroused me. I couldn�t help noticing the smirk on the young bartender�s face as he dutifully brought new rounds of takes. At this point, the strange man moved over one place to the barstool right next to mine. He was takes, his reddened face near mine. He hissed with cruel relish that there must be something very wrong with me to not be able to satisfy such an obviously sexy and sexually available wife. He hissed that it was pathetic of me to have tried to marry a submissive �oriental� girl and served me right that she turned out instead to be a withholding, teasing, dragon lady. He hissed that it was pathetic and effeminate of me to not only allow my wife to be unfaithful but to enjoy it. �You really do get turned on by it, don�t you?� he said. �Admit it. You get off on the thought of your bitchy little wife getting fucked silly by god-knows-who.�

I was takes and I was high. High on some impossible sexual plane of offense in which a strange man was taunting me about my wife. �You�ve got a hard-on right now, don�t you?� he said. �Your little cock is about to spurt right into your pants, isn�t it?� I couldn�t help myself. I nodded. �Let me tell you something else I know about you,� he said. �I bet you�ve got a pair or two of your little wife�s panties in your room right now, that is if you�re not already wearing them.� I must have gone completely red. �You�re so fucking pathetic. Pantyboy. Does your wife call you pantyboy too? You�re fucking pathetic. No wonder your wife ignores you. You�re a fucking little pantyboy fag.�

I was stunned and exhausted, but also squirming helplessly I was so turned on. The man put his hand on my erection under the bar and chuckled. �Well I guess you�re not wearing panties this second, but one thing is sure. You�ve got a pathetic little cock. A pathetic little cock that�s hard.� I am pathetic, I guess. I let him manhandle my cock under the bar. He was right. I�m not exactly well-endowed. Then he said, �Here�s what you�re going to do. You�re going to go up to your room. Right now. You�re going to close the door but not allow it to lock shut. You�re going to open your suitcase, and you�re going to dig out your wife�s panties from wherever you�ve hidden them. You�re going to look at them with all the pathetic pantyboy lust in your heart while you undress. You�re going to put your wife�s pretty little panties on. Turn off all the lights. Get into bed. But you�d better not touch yourself. You can call your wife if you want to. Are you going to tell her that you�re wearing her panties? You can if you want to, pantyboy. I don�t care. Are you going to tell her that you�ve left your door unlatched in the hope that a stranger comes to you in the night? I doubt if even you�d tell her that, pantyboy. Go do it. Now.�

And that was that. I did what he said in every detail. I even called my wife, who sounded distracted and uninterested in hearing from me. But I was in such a sexual high, I couldn�t stop myself from telling her that I missed her so much that I had brought a pair of her panties to bed with me. She just laughed. �Poor, poor husband, missing his wife so much.� She could tell that I was in one of my �moods,� so she said, �Poor baby. Go be a good boy and think about me while you touch yourself.� We hung up, and I tossed and turned all night, my cock raging in my wife�s panties. The stranger at the bar never came, but he�s left me with the offense of knowing what I was willing to do.

Wow - amazing experience - good for u sissy!

i guess it is pretty sissy....i'm not sure where it came from...i don't normally think of myself that way...but anyway...i doubt if anything like this will happen again, but i still talk about my wife with strangers....

What an interesting story...it must have been cathartic to tell it. I used to write stories about my wife when i was travelling and it turned me on to see how the stories developed using characters i saw in hotel bars etc. I never showed her the stories and eventually threw them out. Should really have shared them with her. I never got into the kind of conversation that you did,however, and wonder how i would have reacted in your place.

subwm...thank you for responding...i have and do tell my wife that i sometimes talk about her to strange men...that i talk about her sexually...that it turns me on to see the look of lust on another man's face when i describe her body...or the disdainful look that some men give me when i tell them that my wife won't let me make love to her....when i'm lucky, my wife will taunt me about it, and tell me that i'm pathetic to talk about her to strangers....when i'm very lucky she might let me touch myself when she says such things...telling me that i'm not a real man, and no wonder she doesn't let me make love to her....but mostly she just laughs and me and says i'm a pervert and leaves it at that....i'd be afraid to tell her this whole story because she wouldn't like it at all--the possibility that i might be gay or be sexual with anyone else but her, especially a man...but, anyway, yes...i posted it here for more or less the same reamister i try to steer other men into conversations about my wife....because it turns me on so much to have other men thinking about her sexually....thank you for helping me...

meanwhile, do you have the picture from your icon to post? it's so pretty...

Dale...i enjoy hearing about your wife. The dominant,almost arrogant , asian woman has an appeal that either satisfies the male looking to subjugate her and bend her to his will as his submissive or the other type of male who loves to adore her as the almost untouchable,cruel goddess.
I imagine that you would like to see her 'broken' by a strong man and at the same time as being tamed by him, you would like her to remain the rather cruel mistress that she seems to be with you. At least that would be my position if i were you. I wonder how many black attorneys she meets that would love to (or perhaps already have) stretch her asian pussy with BBC. I can imagine a courtroom scene where the opposite sides play out what amounts to a wordy seduction /verbal fencing scenario with the accused as the poor cuck whose future is in their hands.
Perhaps i've been watching too much ally mcbeale/lucy lu.

The icon is one that jane_fressia posted and chose for me. You can see it in her 'cuckold captions' post...page 30...but i can't enlarge it much without losing the clarity.

subwm...thank you for your response and for the picture...i wish i could see a larger image...but i absolutely loved janes threads....she had the perfect attitude, and beautiful pictures and captions to go with them...i will miss her...

but even more, thank you for telling me that you appreciate hearing about my wife....it thrills me...i think you're right about typical ways in which men can be attracted to asian women...i've always been, for a thousand reamisters...but for me, it was never really about the submissive asian thing, for whatever reamister...tiny and exotic, yes...very much...that combined with something that has been true for me as long as i can remember, which is that for some reamister, the more sexually aroused i get, the weaker i feel....i know that for many men...probably most, sexual arousal makes them feel stronger and more agressive, but not me....one of the things that attracted me to my wife, years before we got together, was her icy, aloof permisterality...something a lot of guys who knew her commented on...some of them liked that, others were put off by it....i loved it....once we started dating, she still managed to feel that way to me even as we got more and more involved and eventually married....it's not that she was unaffectionate...even now...when she only lets me make love to her every several months or so, she's very affectionate, holding hands, etc....but i remember the first time we were sexually intimate....it was a night we had anticipated for awhile....with real privacy etc....she was exquisite....so feminine and pale and tiny....and under the flimsy little dress she wore that night....out to dinner and an opera....i was to learn that she had prepared herself with the most delicate little bra and panty set...and as i knelt on the floor before her as she sat perched pretty and waiting....as i gently lifted the hem of the little dress, i discovered that her hose ended at her thighs, the elastic digging in to the soft cream of her little thighs....i swear to god, i nearly wept....i opened her legs, and caressed her legs and stockings and shoes....i told her...even then...she was so beautiful, i didn't know where to look....i literally worshiped her the first time we made love, which was hours after that first moment, because i couldn't stop looking at her....touching her....slowly partially unwrapping the delicate little pretty things that celebrated her body so....nuzzling and lapping at her through the dainty lace panties....and so on and so forth....so my point is that even though from the beginning she was...and remains...incredibly feminine....her femininity makes me weak....and did from that very first time....as time went on, my first real theme with her sexually was to replicate, over and over and over again, that first experience, which was to dress her up in the prettiest, most feminine, lovely things, and take her out....from the beginning i've wanted to show her off....from the beginning i got high on the stares of other men at my woman....it's still true, basically...it's just that over the years, my fantasies have pursued the theme to new levels....and, finally, through all of it, she has maintained or even increased that icy, lovely, aloof superiority that attracted me in the first place....fortunately for me, as i have hinted more and more directly at my interest in other men seeing her...maybe even touching her....and more riskily...told her that i turns me on for her to flaunt her superiority....fortunately for me, she has been willing to go along.....so that when she gives me any sexual attention at all...which for the vast majority of times now....means that i don't get to make love to her....she will let me touch myself while she teases me for being perverted....she will taunt me that i'm not good enough for her....that she deserves a real man....

oh, and yes yes yes....lucy liu....she is utter *** for me...(i like ally too, for that matter)...

thank you again....

subwm...and after all that droning on and on, i forgot to respond to your perceptive point....yes god yes....it drives me crazy to think about all the men my wife sees in the course of her day....and yes...jesus....i know she runs into powerful black attorneys and judges that would love to show her what a real man is like...the thought of my tiny pale pretty wife in the huge black hands of a man like that....as he makes her his....as she would inevitably have to succumb...and want to succumb to them....and see what she's been missing....jesus...the thought drives me wild....and if they would deign to humiliate me in the process....jesus...that is too much to even dream about...i would do anything...anything...anything at all...if i were in such a situation....i'm so pathetic to want to be humiliated this way....any real man would enjoy being a man...a real man....who enjoys the charms of a tiny princess....my wife...

Dale..thank you for such a detailed description of your asian goddess. It seems she enjoys your adoration, when she is in the mood,and i like the way that she seems to know what little phrases excite you. Wouldn't it be wonderful if she could come up with some of the taunts and words that jane uses in her thread? I confess that i found her thread highly erotic and to have a dialogue with her in the posts was very stimulating to me. She seemed to understand the sweet torment that we go through.
Although my 'goddess' is not with me any more i find that memories of her have made me more submissive and i look for that in my next relationship.
I would love to meet your wife to feel the aura she gives out and i'm sure that i would fall under her spell as you have done. Of course, it is highly unlikely but the thought stimulates. I particularly love bare feet and legs in heels. I can imagine a foot massage on her tiny shapely feet would give her pleasure after a hard day of legal matters or legal men. What do you think?

Dale, I want to let you know I have been jerking off thinking about your perfect wife.

I hope someday, you get to see her worship the massive cock of a powerful man, the way you worship her.

subwm...thank you for another thoughtful, lovely response...i can't tell you how much i appreciate them....any chance to talk with other men about my wife...about my relationship with her....about how she treats me...how lovely and sexy she is....how much i crave her...how disinterested in having sex with me she is...how humiliating yet strangely intoxicating the whole thing is....thank you for helping me....but, yes....i love the kind of language and attitude jane uses....so humiliating...cutting right to the heart of the woman's superiority, and her sexual disdain for her husband....yes....i love it when my pretty little wife talks to me with haughty disdain....i'm actually traveling right now...but when just before i left she said that she had called the plumber to be there today....she said, "too bad you'll be away from home...that means i'll be with him all by myself"....something about the way she said it...this teasing taunting attitude....knowing full well that her look and the words she said will haunt me and distract me the whole trip....simple things, like jane's women's comments, make me go so weak and helpless.....

for the first time in weeks, my wife was actually a little bit sexual with me this past sunday....she knows that if she affects this attitude with me, that it binds me to her like a dog on a leash....she ran her fingers up and down my chest, as we lay next to each other in bed....she was so pretty...her long black hair flowing over her slender shoulders....her tiny breasts cupped and held in the dainty, lacy lingerie she'd worn to bed....but her words were all business...."honey, you know we have a busy day today....there are a lot of things i need to do, and that i need you to do for me....are you going to be my good boy today?...are you boing to be a big helper to me today?"....something about the tone in her voice....the implicit promise of sexual attention....the implicit attitude that it was hers to give or withold....well...it made me instantly aroused....she noticed...."oh my goodness....are you getting turned on? about talking about all the work we have to do today?"...she laughed at me....arousing me even more..."oh my goodness! is that your little penis so hard?"....i couldn't help myself....i started to touch myself....my wife laughed at me, but cuddled close to me, her tiny breasts pressed against my chest..."what's wrong with you? why are you touching yourself instead of me?"....i told her that i was afraid to unless she told me to....she laughed at me...."oh...such a good, obedient boy"....she sat up a little...her tiny breasts bunched together under the lace by the tops of her arms...."touch me, silly....don't you want to touch me?"....naturally i began to caress her breasts....her nipples are so long and thick and black....i am so turned on....she is slapping at my penis...."bad boy...bad, bad boy...such a dirty naughty little penis you have"....and she smiled at me....and pressed her chest into my hands..."mmm...that feels nice....maybe if you are a good boy today...you do all your chores....maybe just maybe i will let you make love to me tonight...is that what you want dirty boy?"....i was so turned on...i was masturbating helplessly....she looked me over...making it obvious that she was seeing that i was helplessly masturbating myself...that i was utterly helpless before her....i could only nod and say, "yes of course, honey...please....i want to do chores for you...i'll do anything you want...please, honey....you make me so hot for you"....and then she slapped my hand away from my cock...she slapped at my penis a couple of times....and she told me not to cum....that maybe she'd let me come that night if i did as i was told.....and she got up and left the room....

that was that....needless to say, i got nothing that night....she told me that it would have to be another time....

very hot can u chat?

subwm....once again i get distracted....lost in a thought....caught in a memory, and forget to give a direct response to you....but yes....jesus....yes....i'd love for you to be able to meet my wife....to see her....to see how she is....her permisterality....her haughty, aloof beauty....and i want to see how she dresses....on her way to work....just getting home...the blouses and smart suits....the black pantyhose and heels....i've always loved to show her off....from the very beginning of our relationship, i used to love going out with her....to dinner to the opera or movies or whatever....with her wearing some slinky little dress....something sexy pretty....high heels so she'd have to hold on to me for balance...that kind of thing...it thrilled me to see other men look her over, even though back then i wasn't thinking in terms of cuckolding or things like that....a year or so ago i saw a permisteral add in the local paper in which a man wanted to worship the ass of a married asian woman....something about that really intrigued me...i cut it out, and left it sitting on a table somewhere i knew she'd eventually see....she never said anything about it to me.....i knew she'd know why i'd left it out because she's known for a couple of years now that i think about her being with other men....i can't push this....she gets angry with me for mentioning it...anyway...the reamister i tell you about that is because that is one of the first concrete cuckolding ideas i had was to see her with a man or men who are made as weak by her as i am....touching her....gazing at her....masturbating to her....it thrills me to think about you massaging her feet....the mere idea of somehow engineering a way for you to meet her...even in the most generic situation...even in passing....even just that thrills me to think about...you seeing her...chatting with her....and you and i knowing what you know about her...what i have told you about her....so that even in an innocent situation, you would be thinking about what she does to me....

sudsy cat...thank you so much for telling me that....thank you....i want you to want my wife...

mwm...same place?

Mmmmmmmmmmm.Dale. You describe her so well,it feels like I only have to reach over and touch her. I love your devotion to her and fully understand it. The thought of her slapping your cock is rather arousing. Her teasing comments about the plumber, knowing how you will react, when you are travelling. I like that thought.
Her long hard thick, black nipples. That is such an erotic thought.
The idea, of meeting her, knowing what you have told me of her, and translating her comments / conversation into the context of how you describe her, her behaviour, would be highly erotic. You sound like a sophisticated man...and her a sophisticated woman. The details of erotica are so important, I find.
Each movement she makes, a half spoken phrase,all these things can arouse so much. I wonder if you are in a hotel bar talking about her in such terms and whether you will find an appreciative listener. Perhaps he will understand each nuance of your relationship and stimulate you to orgasm tonight.
As for your asian beauty, she may be enjoying carnal pleasure as you read this...alone,perhaps, but not in her fantasies. She dreams of what, Dale? What do you think? Let your mind run free and perhaps you will meet her in full fantasy. Stranger things happen in life.
Perhaps we should talk of her in private...or do you prefer to let your feelings for her free in a public environment?
Tell me...I find this dialogue stimulating and her aloof charms intoxicating....and arousing.

A fascinating post,Dale. You describe her so well. I don't have much time but will reply in a few days as away for the weekend. There are many asian pics on this site. Have you found one that either looks like your wife or captures her essence? I would love to see it. Sorry to be brief, you and your wife deserve a fuller reply and will get one soon.

subwm...thank you for telling me....have you seen this thread?

https://www.cuckoldplace.com/index.php?action=vthread&topic=16865&forum =27&page=0

everything i post is essentially about my wife....when i put words in a beautiful woman's mouth, it is in her voice...the way she puts things....her phrases....

subwm...i miss your posts...i hate it that you're taken away....as pathetic as it is, i guess i'm feeling helpless and needy--not just to a bitchy beautiful woman, not just to my own bitchy beautiful wife, but to you, a man like me...

when the stranger at the bar told you to call your wife while wearing her panties, did you tell her you were wearing them? or just "took them to bed"? did you hope the stranger would come up to your room? what was your fantasy of that?
joguy

joguy...thank you so much for asking me....thank you....to answer your question...no...i didn't tell her i was actually wearing her little lacy panties...i was too ashamed....i was afraid to tell her that....i'm afraid that she might leave me if i go too far telling her how pathetic i am....she doesn't want or need a pantyboy...she wants and needs a man....she tells me i'm a dirty perverted man to be so interested in her little panties and little bras and shoes....but i have never told her that i used to wear her panties a lot...and i was too afraid to tell her that night....

as for the stranger...after how he'd been with me...after handling me under the bar...the things he said to me...basically making me admit...to him...out loud...so that the smarmy young bartender could hear...how pathetic i am and everything else...well...i expected him to come...he told me to leave the door open...i assumed for him....and in bed...in my wife's dainty panties...the door open for the man...i was so hot...he told me not to masturbate, so i was in heat...weak, helpless, and ready to submit to anything....i guess i thought he would let himself in...mock me for being so pathetic that i would actually leave the door open for him...or anyone...and that he would probably make me suck his cock...just to prove to him and me how pathetic i am....

that bastard left you horny for him like a bitch in heat! you were as hungry for a real man's cock as your wife probably is , weren't you? can you imagine how he would have looked at you if he came in and pulled the covers down, saw you wearing your wife's panties like an obedient little slut, your little cock straining against the silky material at the thought of being used by a man. no doubt the feeling of power and superiority would have given him a huge erection that he would have slapped across your face as he put you on your knees. don't you think about sucking his big cock as you masturbate?
joguy

joguy...i'm ashamed to say that i did that night, with my wife's panties on, the door unlocked for him, and his humiliating words about my wife echoing through my head....yes...i thought he got off on how his words were affecting me...i thought he got off on the idea of using me because i was too weak with lust to turn him down....strange as it may seem, i was mostly in heat because of what i'd done...what i was willing to do because i crave my pretty bitchy wife so much and that she is such a tease and witholds sex from me and taunts me for it....i was in heat because i had told a strange man about her...i was in heat because i had given my wife to him in a way...that thoughts about her body...thoughts about how she treats me....thoughts about how inadequate i am for her...were in the mind of a strange man....

dale236, joguy and subwm , I like your dialogue and I know all of
you love asian bitchs . Here I post some of them adding colour to your
conversations , maybe you like them . . .please go on . . .

a1

a2

more for you

a3

a4

and more

a5

Dale236 , Are you here ? which one looks like your wife ?

some hot pics! thanks huwen. do they remind you of your wife, dale? can you imagine each of them slapping your little cock and teasing you? suppose your wife caught you wearing her panties. what would her reaction be? do you really think she would be surprised?
joguy

Hi joguy ! you are here . Most cuckold things were fantasy I think . . . but
when I had my Asian lover , I realized it could be truth. For example , when I was fucking her , she told me " you must shoot when I slap your
face sixth time ! ". I did it . . .

thats great! she really knew how to get you off, didn't she? what a hot little bitch. so which one of these girls look most like her?
joguy