A Wife's Point Of View

WOW this sounds like its going toget very hot now .and great to see you got your mum involved as well ,cant wait to see what you two come up with have fun in 2010 and keep updateing us please.
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So, what happened on Christmas Day? Well, hubby had been pushing me to really let myself go and be a complete bitch to him. It seems that the more cruel and nasty I am the more he likes it, at least in theory, and that my friends is the important bit, the bit that always concerns me. You see, just because something is a turn on when you've been denied orgasm for three or four weeks, doesn't mean it will feel the same after you've cum. I know from my discussions with Blue that perspectives change and, often, arguments start. As I mentioned earlier, that's the reamister I started allowing him only ruined orgasms. The lack of full release means he's back in the mood very quickly. In fact sometimes the mood doesn't stop at all. Even so I never rush into anything. We talk about it first. Usually it's his suggestion we talk about, although he has said that lately I've really started comeing into my own and taking the lead. He loves that but gets a little scared by it too apparently. I told him 'tough, you can't have it both ways!' but actually I'm very careful. The last thing I want to do is hurt our increasingly happy relationship.
After we've talked I might tease him a few times, describing the scenario, squeezing every drop of stimulation out of it for him but checking at the same time that it's really what he wants. I still struggle sometimes to come to terms with the idea of showing my love by hurting him. I guess if the time comes when it's easy then I'll know we've lost something.
So, I try to discuss it a few more times in the cold light of day, probing his fantasy, pushing the limits to establish any boundaries. Then, finally, I get down to business.
The business this time was to be cruel to him by wanting to spend Christmas eve with my lover. I'd been seeing a guy I met on a swinging site. He was very gentle and understanding, never pushy or demanding. I asked him what he was doing on Christmas Eve and he told me about his works party. He was surprised I would not be spending the time with my husband but I told him that hubby would be abroad on business and I was lonely. So, he jumped at the chance to invite me to the party.
Now, I always try, when I'm seeing another man, to make it more than a 'wham bam, thank you maam' kind of think. Blue has very rarely seen me in bed with someone - it's just too much hastle to arrange a lot of the time, guys tend to be much happier to get me on my own and, to be honest, it's easier for me too and so, more enjoyable. He says it's just as painfully erotic to think about what I might be doing and have me tease him about it later. He seems to get especially turned on when I 'date' a guy, meeting for dinner and going dancing, etc. He goes wild at the thought of some guy showing me off as belonging to him, being his girlfriend or fiance - sometimes I give Blue my wedding ring to look after until I get back!
So the party idea was ideal. Instead of a quiet romantic night in with hubby, waking next morning to exchange presents and go to Mom's for dinner, we'd be doing something different. I'd be having Blue buy me a new sexy party dress, bathing me and helping me dress, then driving me to my boyfriend's house. He'd drop me off and go home. On my instructions he'd put on a sissy maids outfit - way too small for him as it's an old one of mine, we haven't gotten around to buying one for him yet - a pair on my worn stockings and slippers then working his way through a list of chores. Dustin, hoovering, ironing, all the things a normal wife would take care of. Then he'd go to bed in the spare room - he's never allowed in the master bedroom unless I'm there - to dream of me getting my brains screwed out.
Next morning he'd wake up and make sure the house was spotless before driving over to Mom's. There he'd have to face Mom's embarrassing questions about where I was. Meanwhile I'd wake up warm and cozy im my lover's strong arms. I'd give him the gift I'd bought him with hubby's money then we'd make lon slow love until I eventually decide to get up and get ready. My lover would drop me at Mom's house and I'd arrive late and glowing from my date.
Sound sexy to you? It did to Blue I can assure you. Want to hear how it went? Maybe I'll tell you next time, if you are still interested?
Merry Christmas. Lady Blue. xxxxxxx

Lady Blue, excellent set up, please tell us how it went on Christmas Day. Yours is a very exciting relationship, and the involvement of your lady makes it en=ven more so.

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Hi Lady Blue, thanks for the updates. Of course we want to hear how it went.

Tormenting cucks makes some of us doms rocked up, and the idea of having your mom in on it is exceeded only by the fantasy idea of HIS mum being in on the cuckolding!

Thanks again Lady, keep on sharing.

Wow, truly fantastic!!! I *love* the true stories far more than fiction.

You've made it onto my True / Real stories links thread:

https://www.cuckoldplace.com/2_66318_0.html#msg741655

Thanks so much for sharing.
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Lady Blue,
You are great at descriptions and the scenes you have depicted are very erotic. You have a very devoted follower looking to hear more from you. By all means continue.

So how did it go? Pretty well eventually. I had some second thoughts to begin with. It's not easy when you love someone as much as I love my husband, to be so cruel, even when you know it's what they want. You keep wondering - what if I go too far, what if I really hurt him so much he stops loving me, and so on. So, I made sure that we spent the night before Christmas Eve and most of the day actually, in bed, in each other's arms. We cuddled and kissed, talked and joked like young lovers. All the time the excitement of what I was about to do causing an electric tension between us. It was as if we knew we were going to be parted so were making the absolute best of our last few hours together.
I desperately wanted to take off his chastity belt and have him make sweet love to me. He wanted that too, I know. But more than that he wanted me to deny him. So I did. We were both so hot for each other! Our hands and tongues explored each other's bodies till we finally lay exhausted and , in my case, satisfied.
I made sure to include hubby in my preparations, bathing me, drying me, applying body lotion. He got out my clothes and helped me dress, polished my already immaculate shoes. I had him stood naked while I sat at my dressing table, combing my hair while I talked about how excited I was to be meeting with Mike again. How I was looking forward to meeting his work colleagues and being introduced as his girlfriend. As he carefully and lovingly combed my long shiny hair I ran my long painted nails up his thighs and tapped on his chastity belt.

I laughed at the expression on his face as I told him that was one package that wouldn't be getting opened this Christmas!
The journey in the car was done mostly in silence. I think we were both deep in thought. He put his hand on my thigh at one point and I pushed it away asking him not to paw me. As we pulled up outside Mike's house I broke the silence to tell my darling husband how much I was looking forward to having Mike's big cock inside me again. Then I got out of the car and walked towards the house. As I'd previously arranged, Mike came out to meet me and we stopped to kiss deeply where Blue could see us clearly. Then, without a backward glance we went inside.
To cut a long story short, we were late for the party as Mike insisted on making love before we went. The party was good fun as I felt like such a naughty little minx holding onto the arm of my handsome lover giving everyone the impression we were a couple. If they only knew!
Every time I visited the loo I sent hubby a teasing text message. A couple of times I sent him pics. One of my sexy shoes which he'd bought me especially for the occassion and one of my thong as I held up my skirt. That one said, 'Look what Mike is getting for Christmas!'
After the party we were both really tiered and fell arelax in each others arms as soon as we got into bed. It was wierd and exciting to wake up in bed with another man. I felt like such a naughty slut as reached around to wake Mike by fondling his large penis. I laughed to myself as I thought about what hubby would think when I told him about that. We made long slow love before dropping back off to relax. When I woke I realised I was going to be late getting to Mom's. As I rushed to get dressed - I deliberately didn't shower as I intended having Blue lick me all over as soon as we got home from Mom's, he would go crazy for that I knew! Mike delayed me further as he tried to take off my clothes as fast as I tried to put them on! Eventually I had to compromise by having him lie on his back so that I could straddle him and use my hands to bring him off. Still thinking of my loving husband, I made sure to get Mike's cum all over the tops of my stockings. Boy would that excie him!
So, finally I got to Mom's. I found out later that Blue had kind of bottled it. The thought of facing Mom and her nosey questions had him in a panic so he was deliberately late himself. He thought if I was there first then I would get the questions instead of him. Unfortunately for him I was later still so he still had to run the gauntlet of Mom's curiosity, lol.
We had a great day though. Mom played her part to perfection making me laugh and hubby cringe with embarrassment several times. She can be so cruel, I wonder if that's where I get it from, lol?
That night at home was incredible and I'll tell you about it next time.
Lady Blue xxx

Lady Blue,

i wish You a Happy New Year full of health and happiness for You and blue.
Thank You for taking the time to post Your cuckolding experiences and Your amazing relationship with blue.

i understand that You and blue rely on communication to make this relationship work for both of You. i also understand Your concerns about losing the love You have for each other.

i would like to ask You a few questions if You do not mind:
a) With time, the Mistress/slave relationship will become second nature. There may (will) come a time when the Mistress/slave relationship becomes the primary one and the wife/husband one the secondary one. What will You and blue do then? How do You proceed? Do You stop such progress or do You embrace it?
b) Your lady is aware of the true nature of Your relationship with blue, she thinks that blue is not "good enough" for You, and she participates to a certain extent on his offense. Do You have any plans on deepening her participation in his offense by having her "baby sit" him when You are with Your lovers or having blue provide maid service to Your lady?

Respectfully,
sklavos

Hi Lady Blue, thanks for the update, and the continued explanation of how things work for the two of you.

I cant wait to here about that night.

ps--
" Usually it's his suggestion we talk about, although he has said that lately I've really started comeing into my own and taking the lead. He loves that but gets a little scared by it too apparently. I told him 'tough, you can't have it both ways!' but actually I'm very careful. The last thing I want to do is hurt our increasingly happy relationship

Great technique, are you keeping him off the computer right now so he can't learn this stuff? Or do you share it with him eventually anyhow?.

I realize I am probably meaner than the average "bull" on here, but I think it would be cool to share intimate details and your thoughts and games with us while he is denied accesss to the forum, then erase the thread before he is allowed back on the computer/ HA HA


Thanks again LadyBlue, Vic aka OldBear.

sklavos, thank you for your kind comments and your questions, I will try to answer them honestly.
1) The Mistress/slave thing becoming primary - I think we are still in the early stages of our exploration of this. However, rather than being an end goal in itself, I think we both see it, deep down, as a means to an end. It's a tool we have found that we can use to explore our own and each other's psyche, if that's not too heavy. For both of us the most stimulating and exciting - an often most difficult - bits are the change overs. Going from loving vanilla couple to Cruel Mistress and cuckold or the other way round is just so stimulating. Blue says it's especially so when I swap roles unexpectedly. That really keeps him on his toes, lol. The thing is that after a really good 'session' we feel so close when we come back together. It's almost like starting our relationship afresh, it's so deep and alive! So, to answer your question, no I don't see it becoming a full time thing. Although, in a way I suppose it already is.
2) Mom has been really great about things. As far as her becoming more involved is concerned - I have to admit I do tease and threaten Blue about it and it clearly turns him on. We've read stories on the subject and it does seem a popular fantasy. The thing is though, I'm such a jealous bitch. The thought of another woman, even Mom, holding sway over my husband gets me quite uptight. Also, I've had no indication from Mom that she would be interested, or even understand such a thing. We're close but I don't think I could ever bring it up with her.

oldbearswitch, thanks for writing. Sorry but Blue has read everything I've written just as I've read his. We don't have secrets. That, I believe is very important in allowing our increasingly complicated relationship to work.

I hope I haven't dissappointed you guys too much - I did promise to be honest.

Lady Blue xxx

Lady Blue,

Thanks so much for sharing your viewpoint of your evolving lifestyle, it is a great read and very well written! My wife and I have enjoyed every word you have posted here!

Thanks again and Happy New Year

Lady Blue:

I love reading about you and your cuckys journey. Do believe that you will enjoy much more the further you journey down this path.

Will tell you that my lady has been involved in cucking and dominating my hubby since almost day one. She loves being a dominating power in his life and being a consumate cock tease. She just loves it when she visits and I have hubby serve us tea while he is naked and hard.

I have watched her tease him almost to the point of ejaculation only to stop and laughingly tell him that only his wife is allowed to let him cum. And at those times I just love smiling and saying no.

Mom brings a whole new aspect of domination and cuckolding into play. One that I just love exploiting. And so does mom.

Absolutely NO disappointment, Lady Blue. Your account of things is riveting... I wouldn't have it any other way than completely honest of what you are thinking and how you feel.

I can't wait till hear more.
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Ms Blue

your story is absolutely fantastic. i remember when my wife/Mistress, now ex unfortunately, told her entire family about our "arrangement". afterwords i became pretty much a slave to all of them, especially her Mother. i am 6-2 and used to be 6-4 and she was about 5-1 or 5-2 and i was not allowed to look down on her so i spent a lot of time on my knees. for her 74th birthday my Mistress had me give her lady her first oral sex. and i had to do it in front of my Mistress and both of her Sisters. Mother seemed to enjoy it and it was quite humiliating but i never got to do it again as she died before her 75th.

The story from your POV is excellent Lady Blue, thank you. The women's perspective in this lifestyle is always the most exciting imo. I think all cucks love knowing that their wives are so incredibly sensual and sexual that they crave it, and have a deep need for it. It's very hot to think about.

I have included a link here to an article about what it is to be a hotwife, and I think it's really good at summing it all up.

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

So,, boys and girls, where was I? Oh yes, Christmas Day night when we got home. As usual hubby was absolutely bursting with questions about my night with my lover but he knew better than to ask. His curiosity has caused us some arguments in the past. He always wanted to know, not just what I'd done, but how I'd felt about it and so on. At first I tried to give him what he asked for but I grew tiered of analising everything. Apart from which, in order to feed his fantasies, I had to lay it on thick and talk about how marvelous my lover of the moment had been, how he'd made me cum and cum, even if, as happened more than once, the guy was an utter dissappointment. So, I needed some artistic license sometimes. I needed the freedom to exagerate, to tease, to disclose little tit bits of information when and where I felt like it. Blue reluctantly agreed that he was, from then on, not allowed to question me about my dates. He had to wait. It was just one more weapon of tease that I could use to drive him crazy.
So, when we got home I had him change back into his little maid's outfit, just to set the scene. Then I had him follow me around the house as I inspected his housework. He'd done a really good job, as usual, but I wasn't about to say so was I? So, over my knee he went for some imaginary dust I said I'd found and an ornament being slightly out of place.
Once I had his wriggling ass glowing I pushed him off my knee and demanded an apology. I'd been out all night with another man, dancing, kissing and, eventually, making love. Meanwhile he'd been at home alone, working hard on housework hoping to please me. Yea, then he had to apologise! This lifestyle is funny sometimes and I'd be discussing that with my darling husband later. In the mean time I feined dissinterest as he knelt in front of me promising to do better and telling me how gorgeous I was and how much he loved me. What woman wouldn't enjoy that?!

Then it was time for his reward. Taking the key from my necklace I had him hold up the front of his uniform skirt while I unlocked his chastity belt. Then I told him that, after an amazing night of wonderful sex I was feeling generous. I had him pull off my patent leather court shoes. He asked if he could kiss my feet. He has a real fetish for my tiny feet, especially when they're encased in nylon. Like a real bitch I refused him permission. I told him I was still savouring the memory of my lover's touch and had no intention of ruining it by allowing a wimp like him to paw me like a sex starved pervert.
Actually, I was longing as I always do after a night with another guy, to feel my loving husband's arms around me, but I knew how much he had been looking forward to getting me home and I knew too what he hoped would be my attitude to him. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself too you understand. I think I've made some real progress in that area.
Anyway, I told him to place one shoe over his nose and mouth. The other I told him to slide over his bursting erection. His eyes closed and a deep groan escaped him as he breathed in the smell of warm leather mixed with my perfume. With his face still buried in my shoe I had him explain in detail how he'd felt last night and how much he'd missed me. Eventually I told him to shut up and jerk his little cock inside my shoe like the sissy pervert he was. He was shaking and sweating as I told him of my night of illicit passion.
It wasn't long before he begged for permission to cum. He knows I expect him to ask first, it's only manners isn't it? Anyway, I told him to stop immediately. Then I gave him a painful choice. If he really needed to cum so badly then he could go ahead. However, it would be his birthday in a few days (he was born just after Christmas) and I had a big treat planned for him. If he came now then there would be no treat, it would be spoiled.
The first year we'd played our little game Blue's birthday treat had been the opportunity to make love to me, his wife. No big deal for most men perhaps, but most men wouldn't have had a year of teasing and ruined orgasms. A year of their wife meeting and making love with numerous suitors. I had the idea that it would really get under his skin if I made the occassion as unlike my affairs as possible. So, instead of dressing sexily I wore an old pair of pajamas with a dressing gown and slippers that had seen better days. I deliberately dressed down to emphasise the fact that he wasn't worth the same effort I put into my meetings with other men.
It worked, he loved it! Until the end when I gave in to his pleading and held him tightly while he came inside me. So, the next year (last year) I stepped it up. As Blue detailed in one of his stories I think, I wore the same outfit but cut a hole in the crotch so he didn't even get to pull my pajama trousers down. I forbade him to kiss me or put his arms around me on pain of an immediate halt and return to his chastity cage. I made him support his weight on his arms and wear a condom. My lovers had to so why shouldn't he? Anyway, I told him, I didn't want his nasty goo all over me!

Once he was inside me I closed my legs so he had to open his. I wanted to make sure he knew I was not opening myself to him as I would a real man. To make sure I didn't feel sorry for him and give in at the last minute, I put my hands deep inside the pockets of my shabby dressing gown. So there I lay, face turned to one side, eyes open and staring at the wall as my loving husband humped away, groaning and swearing his love for me. I have to admit, I was actually quite turned on, but I managed to hide it, even producing a yawn as he came, begging again, this time fruitlessly, for me to hold him. I pushed him off straight after, no basking in the afterglow for my husband! Then I made him stand in the corner facing the wall like a naughty young for ten minutes. His enjoyment was obvious from the immediate return of his erection, a factor which earned him the sharp edge of my tongue for his greediness before I instructed him to fetch ice and get his cage back on.
So, he loved it and talked about it for weeks afterward. The problem was, what next? How would I top that? After a lot of thought I believed I'd managed it. I bought, without Blue's knowledge, a plastic blow-up sex doll. I made sure to get the cheapest, most unrealistic one the net had to offer. My intention this year was to deny my darling any access at all to his wife's hot body. He'd get the doll. How humiliating to be made to have sex with a plastic doll in front of his unfaithful wife! If you'd like to hear how it went, maybe I could fill you in next time? If you're interested that is!
Bye for now. Lady Blue xxx

Yes, PLEASE, Lady.... i would love to hear about his powerd exploits with the doll.....

Hi Lady Blue, in addition to being a passionat Latin Lover, I am veru much a sadist who lives to put physical pain on subs of all 4 genders. Btut this kind of mind fucking is even hotter, and limited only by the imagination.

Good luck to you in your quest to find way to simultaneously indulge yourself and subjagate/torment him.

May I suggest conditioning him to transfer some of his lust for you and the ideal you represent, to an inanimate object? In other words after hot tease and denial you may have already conditioned him to cum while sucking a lover's cock or licking your ass. A typical next step is to unlock the subbie only for a shoe fuck or for jerking off into panties.

What I am suggeesting is to train hm to lust for something inanimate like the chair your ass rests on daily, and condition him to be aroused by your ass-fragrance onteh seat of a leather chair. (for example)

Lest I be misunderstood as some kind of ONLY sadistic monster, I think his romantic devotion to you is both touching and uplifitng. I just wouldn't ever want him to know it, and instead would want him to wonder what the hell I was scheming about vis a vis his wife !!

Lady blue,

as long as it works well for both of you, and as long as love and respect still exist between the two of you (and it does, doesn't it?), then I think the two of you are exploring a very exciting new world, and I can only wish you both the best.

I am only worried when I think that there are people who can get a little obsessed with their desire to surrender; who could forget what it means to be a permister while falling into the world of their fantasies.

There's a delicate balance to be had, being both a permister and a kinky perv. Real-life cuckolds and submissive men must find their own way in it. There are dangers (self-annihilation), but there is also paradise to be had.

Or so I've been told.

My best wishes to you and your hubby.

So, the beginning of my husband's affair with Lola (the sex doll). I'd promised him a birthday to remember and his excitement was obvious. I felt so sorry for him knowing what an anti climax it was going to be. I felt even more guilty when I finished getting ready. We'd been shopping the day before and I'd told him to choose some underware for me to wear on his birthday.
'You mean you're not just going to wear those old pyjamas and that tatty dressing gown?' he asked in delighted surprise.
'No sweety,' I answered. 'I promised you it was going to be special didn't I?'
Predictably he chose a red silk basque with black silk stockings, elbow length black leather gloves and a cute black fetishr with a little red rose on it.
The look on his face when I called him into the bedroom had me on the verge of giving in. I ached to take him in my arms and pull him down on top of me. It had been a year since I'd felt my husband inside me. Over two years since we'd held each other and made love in the traditional sense. Sure, when we weren't playing we cuddled, kissed, held hands, all the normal things. But I missed holding him while he made love to me. I missed kissing him through my orgasms. I knew I'd have to address that problem soon. But right now I needed to be strong. I couldn't spoil it for him when he'd waited so long.
He was positively drooling as he knelt at my feet. I felt him suck in air through his nose savouring the scent of my hair as I stooped to unlock his cage. Then I asked him if he would like his birthday present now. I got an unequivocal yes to that! So I asked him if he'd been a good boy since his last birthday. He said he'd tried to be and would definitely try even harder this next year. I felt terrible when he started to say how incredible I looked, how he loved me and how grateful he was for his present.
'Sweety you don't know what your present is yet'. That puzzled him. I told him to reach under the bed. I was actually really nervous as he pulled out the already inflated doll. Had I gone too far? He was so sure he was going to have me. And dressed like this!
When he looked up at me his expression was full of questions.
'What,' I sneered,'Did you think I was actually going to let you have me? Why would I do that? I can have any man I want with a phone call.' Slight exageration but I was playing for effect here!
'You need to learn your place darling. You're actually getting more than you deserve. We could always put the doll away and get that cage of yours back on if you like. Perhaps after another year of ruined orgasms you won't be so choosey'

I told him to get his woman on the bed and give her a kiss to make her feel loved. After so many years of marriage there can't be many things he could do in front of me that would embarrass him but that was definitely one of them.
'That's better,' I teased. 'Make her feel welcome. I named her Lola. I thought that was a good name for a little plastic whore. What do you think? Well, don't stop stupid. Give her some really nice deep kisses like you'd give me if I was desperate enough to let you'.
The doll was a really cheap tatty version of womanhood with painted on face and hair and an ugly seam running down both sides. It had three unrealistic looking holes, one of which was a pink circle for a mouth which hubby was now pushing his tongue into. I told him he'd better put that tongue to use lower down as I wasn't wasting expensive lubricant on him, he'd have to make do with his own saliva.
As he moved down so wet her pink plastic slit I reached under him to pull off his chastity tube. I was relieved to see his long denied cock spring to hardness and stand quivering against his stomache.
The poor dear actually asked me if he could fuck her now. I told him to wait while I pulled over my dressing table stool so that I could sit and watch. Then I berated him for using such language, telling him to treat Lola with more respect. He was to treat her like a lady. He asked if he could make love to her and I smiled and nodded.
'Go get her tiger! Show her what a stud you are'.
The look of rapture on his face as he slid inside the doll eased my conscience somewhat. He was really enjoying this. I had to tell him to slow down twice. The third time he apologised but said through gritted teeth that he couldn't. As my husband pounded away at a cheap plastic inflatable doll I crossed my silken legs resting my elbow on my knee and my chin in my hand.
As he reached the end of the road, Blue reached out to me begging me to hold his hand. I'd denied him so much, I couldn't refuse him that one little bit of contact. So as he gasped and groaned and shot a whole years worth of teasing and frustratration, sexual tension and ruined orgasms into a cold plastic sleeve, I held his hand. Our fingers intertwined as he stared at me, holding my gaze as long as he could before his eyes rolled up into his head'.
I knew then that my idea had been a success. Now for my part. Slapping his ass I ordered him up and into the shower. He was to wash himself and his lady friend, turn the shower to cold and refit the chastity tube. Then he could report to me for locking. If he was quick I promised, I would let him join me in my bed for birthday cuddles. I guess some of his excitement had rubbed off on me. I was quite desperate t feel his hot tongue on my pussy now. Jealousy? Of a plastic doll? Hardly. I would need to give him a nice birthday spanking later though. Just to remind him who his mistress was of course.

Great Lady Blue, please keep going!

Once again a great read Lady Blue! I completely enjoy your posts and I can’t wait to read more. Once again thanks a ton for sharing!

The cuddles were great as always. For me it's the best part, coming together like husband and wife, still very much in love. I think maybe it's a combination of two things. Firstly, I feel like, after treating him so cruelly, I need to show him I still love him....no....that I'm still IN love with him. He needs to show me that what I've done to him just makes him love me more. Secondly, we need to show each other that our cuckold lifestyle is an add on, a tool we use to enhance our lrelationship. It's not a betrayal of our love.....it's an expression of it. Am I making sense here?
The only odd thing then is that even through our 'normal periods' his chastity has to continue. It's the one constant. It's our link to the other side of our relationship...a doorway, if you like. If he ever wants the chastity to stop it can, no problem, but the doorway closes then, for ever. He knows that. It's our number one rule. He can beg for reliief (until I tell hm to shut up), but he can never refuse to put the chastity belt back on....imediately, whether he's cum or not. That obedience is what powers the whole thing. Our love for each other is what holds it together.
Sorry guys, I'm waffling aren't I? What I was going to talk about was my feelings as we cuddled and kissed, hands exploring each other's bodies like newlyweds. The thing is, I wanted him....inside me....desperately. I had his tongue, sure. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband's tongue. He can work magic with it, believe me. But, I wanted more. I missed the sensation of holding him with my arms and legs, crushing him to me as he pounded my pussy. Of course I could have that sensation with other men and did, many times. But I wanted it with my husband.
You see, reality doesn't always turn out like fantasy. In the stories I've read about cuckolding wives the lovers are always hugely hung stalions with consumate love making s*******s that have the cheating wife cumming constantly for hours. The truth is, as with anything else, there's good and bad. My husband is, I guess of average proportions. I've had lovers bigger than him (although, unlike in the stories, I never measured them), but I've had smaller too. Ok I could ask for nude photo's before I meet a guy, to check out his equipment, but I don't. For a start it's just too smutty. I like the surprise, the wondering. Both hubby and I like my meets with other guys to have an element or realism, of romance even. Where's the romance in seeing nude pics of guys and sorting them like cattle. No thanks. And anyway, being big, in my experience, does not make you a good lover. Sorry guys but it's true. I've had well endowed lovers who had absolutely no idea how to traet a woman. I've even faked orgasms a few times just to get it over with and get rid of them. One very well hung stud I met came all over my stocking tops before he even got a condom in place. Ok, hubby loved it when I showed him that so I didn't mention the rest, but the guy actually got dressed and left right there and then! I presume he was too embarrassed to stay.
So, my point is, I wanted, no, needed my husband to make love to me. But how? I'd banned him indefinitely from being inside me when he'd cum inside his inflateable girlfriend. Blue found the answer on a video he came across on-line. He showed me and we talked about it. I thought it was worth a try. So, next day, I did some internet shopping and ordered a strap on.

It just arrived last week. I'd been carefull to select one that my loving husband could wear over his chastity belt. The thought of us coupling like sex starved teenagers, me cumming and cumming on my darling's never deflating, ever hard cock while he sweated and laboured, desperate beyond words for a release that was never going to come, had us both in a state of ultra excitement.
We opened the package together. I'd thought about a black one but it would have looked silly on my white husband so I'd opted for a thick veiny eight inch model. As I carressed it and scratched my long red nails over its surface my hubby squirmed at my feet. I decided to lay it on thick and had him kiss my feet while I laid back on the couch to 'try my new cock for size in my mouth.
After barely a minute neither of us could wait any longer so it was off to bed. My poor baby was shaking with excitement as I strapped the delicious looking length of manhood in place over his shiny metal chastity belt. As I lay back and pulled him down beside my I complimented him on his impressive equipment. We kissed deeply as I ran my fingers up and down, guaging the size, immagining how it was going to feel inside me. Then, out of shear devilishness, I did something I've never done for any man other than my husband, and for him only twice. I moved down to take him into my mouth. I've always told my husband that I don't like performing oral. I just don't care for the taste. I've often teased him that I'm going to do it for a lover one day, and to completion too, to show him his place. Right now though, I wanted him to see what he was missing, what our little game was costing him. I wanted him all het up, bursting with frustrated passion. I succeeded too. Unable to take any more, he pulled my up and threw me on my back driving his tongue into my mouth. 'Oh yes!' I encouraged him. 'Show me what a great lover you are, be a real man for once. Come on baby, fuck me. Fuck you naughty wife!'
As I guided him into my and wrapped my arms and legs around him I screwed my eyes shut and came, squeeling into his ear that I loved cock!
That was the first of four orgasms I had that day. One after another. Why hadn't we bought one of those things years ago? Hubby was in a right state by the end, sweating and panting, grasping and jerking at his latex cock as if he'd forgotten it wasn't real. I laughed at first but eventually, to calm him down, I had to loose my temper. I ended the session with him over my knee, laying into his squirming backside with my hairbrush. I found myself hitting him quite hard. I knew I'd feel guilty later but right then I just wanted to calm him down. Anyway, he'd earned a hiding for getting above his station. Who did he think he was. Just because I'd let him make love to me didn't mean anything had changed.
When he finally stopped squirming I made him stand in the corner facing the wall. After about ten minutes I let him into bed with me. He was shivering again and his eyes looked full of tears. Knowing we had crossed a large bridge that day, I knew I had to be careful how I handled things. So, in a quiet, controlled voice I lay facing him holding his new cock while I told him that I was pleased with his performance but that I wanted him to remember his place. He actually started to cry! Shit! I started too. Pulling him to me I shushed him and was about to apologise for going too far. Lucky I didn't because, in shuddering sentances, he told me how amazing the experience had been, how utterly blown away he was, how much he loved me, how he'd do anything to make me happy. So, we lay there, just loving each other till we fell arelax.

So, all in all, a big success. The second time was just as good. In fact, I started to wonder if I even need to relax with other men at all. I talked to my husband about it though and he reminded me how excitingly naughty I feel when I go off to meet another guy. Also, how thrilling it is to be picked up in a bar or nightclub. The variety is nice too I guess. Although, as I said, they haven't all been brilliant, there have been some good ones and even a couple of really good ones. So I guess I'll continue to cuckold my poor hubby. He loves it anyway so, having denied him the right to cum whenever he feels like it, I suppose it's the least I can do isn't it?
I tell you what though .... I'm going to buy another one of those strap - ons. Well, actually, two. I've seen a nice little one that I think I'd rather enjoy in my bum. I used to love anal sex before our game began. It's been so long now. I've been teasing hubby about letting another man have my ass. I'm sure he'll love using the new toy on my bum but it will drive him nuts if I tell him I'm letting him do it to prepare me for taking the real thing...from my lover!
The other strap - on I'm after is a nice thick black one attached to an inflateable gag. I'm going to put my loving husband in his bondage sack and fit the penis gag. Then I'm going to allow him the priveledge of a really close up view of my pussy, his wife's pussy, the one he has no access to with his locked away penis, sliding up and down, leaking my juices all over his face. Wow! He's going to love that!
I think I'll let him find out about it by reading this. He can do it tonight while I'm out with a guy I met on a swinging site. His name is Tom. The thing is, he's less than half my age! I tend to go for younger guys but I've never gone this far before. I've been teasing hubby about how hard young guys cocks are compared to older guys. He's a real dish too and lives just far enough away to be easy to get to but unlikely to cause a secrecy problem. We've been talking and texting for a couple of weeks now and I really like how he sounds. He sent me a pic yesterday of him fully nude. I don't normally like that but I have to admit, he looks good. I've made hubby print the picture, put it in a frame and stand it on my dressing table. I also, in a moment of teasing madness, told him that, if I was ever going to suck a man's cock, that Tom's would be it!
I'll let you know how I get on next time. If you want me to that is?

Here is pic I thought you might like. I showed these to hubby together with my new red shoes. He loved them. I've told him that if things work out with Tom I might wear them when I suck his hard young penis the first time. I hope I don't chicken out now that I've committed myself.