Re: Discussing the why question

Following my last post here are a couple of hotwife reflections on what helped shape their interest in becoming cuckoldresses.

‘Gina’- I was always curious about the balance of power associated with sex. With a guy it is physique, his skill colour and his attitude, with a girl it is her pussy and how she handles that. I don’t just mean down there, the physical place, it is something mental too, about how she thinks of herself and her sex appeal. I’ve seen the T shirt that says that I can get whichever cock I want because of what I have been my legs. There was a girl that I knew back in my last job and she was fucking around with some of the execs and despite the fact that her husband worked in the stores department. It was as if her husband didn’t exist when it came to sex, he was just like, well a worker bee. He did his chores and she fucked whom she pleased. She wasn’t a nice girl, she wasn’t considerate or kind, she was pretty raw. But the red blooded men responded to that and some of the dishiest men in the company fucked her. I started to study her, started to see how she dealt with regret, with angst or doubt and she had none of that. Her cunny gave her so much influence and I thought hell- this is female power unleashed. So when my husband asked whether I was flirting with one of his friends I just said yes, that I wanted him. I didn’t want a little game, a nice rules arrangement, I wanted to fuck who I wanted and on my own terms.’

‘Nadine’- my aunt wasn’t a nice girl. She had my father in her thrall and it was clear that she was used to having the best men. Daddy would have married her, Emma if he had his way, but of course he didn’t. He wasn’t classy enough for Emma, he didn’t have enough money nor the physique either. But my mum worried and fretted along wondering when Emma would take daddy off her. Visits by Emma to our house were always fraught. Emma exuded sexual power, she was a cougar. Mummy would be on tenterhooks during the stay, admiring her sisters dress sense, her arrogant style. Then one day, I came home early and walked in on a sex session. Emma sat on the sofa her legs apart, clad in high heeled boots and daddy was licking her sex. She was stroking daddy’s mane of red hair, encouraging him to lap at her lips. I remember blushing, running out of the house and around to the garden where Mummy was gathering peas. I blurted out that Emma was fucking daddy and the look of angst and then resignation on my mother’s face was amazing. I could tell that she knew. She was actually co operating because Emma had always been top bitch between them. I was so turned on, so excited and so unable to talk about it. I just kept on touching myself down there thinking of Emma controlling a man like that. Someday, sometime, I wanted to know what that felt like.’