Re: Indecent Proposal cuckold

I wonder how many bulls peruse the blogs here, whether most folk are cucks or hot wives? Thanks for sharing this happen chance start. Here is my beginning for what it is worth. I share it hoping that cuck couples won’t spend all their time searching for cardboard cut out bulls. There may be a lot of guys who fancy fucking a married girl, but those that want to manage anything afterwards are so much rarer. A really good bull (my view only) is ready to manage the cuck as well-it is so hot then for his wife to feel that the alpha male is in charge.

What I ain’t is young but nor am I ancient. Nor is 80% of my anatomy packed in my shorts. I’m pretty fit, reasonably good looking and I know how to fuck with some finesse. I am reasonably well endowed, but my chief sex organ is inside my skull. I have spent a long time studying and admiring women and the way they use their wiles to get what they want. I know how to make a woman feel raunchy, how to relax with getting what she so richly desires between her legs. Someone once told me that I spent my time teaching women to be bitches (and for me the b word is a complimentary thing-being a woman who acknowledges and works with her sexual instincts).

I started the life style through talk. There was a very sweet 40 year old woman who had a submissive husband and wasn’t sure what the hell to do with him. She was ‘too nice’ to be ‘horrible’ to him. She was quite submissive, thought that men should be men and ladies should wait to be ‘asked to dance’ (read fuck too). We were on a residential crafts week, I was teaching there and so it was so easy to bed some of the women that came along. But this lady wasn’t a last night fuck, someone to enjoy before she travelled back to her hum drum world. She was deeply sensuous- you could tell by how she dressed (very chic) and the ways she touched when you showed her something on her work. I took a risk and on the second night I told her that I wanted to fuck her, that she could complain and get me thrown off the tutoring work, but that was what I wanted to do. ‘You are very, very desirable’ I noted. Using the f word worked and we screwed all that night. But we talked too. I didn’t pretend that her husband didn’t exist and she confided ‘his little weakness’. He wouldn’t be a ‘nuisance’ if I wanted to fuck her again. To my surprise that gave me a huge rush. I really wanted her more, and just because she could train her husband like a dog. I didn’t care back that first time that she thought she shouldn’t train him. We fucked again hard and she taught me just how dirty minded and plain delicious a more mature woman is. Anyway, there came the final night of the course and I suggested she give me her mobile and that I ring ‘Andrew’. She stared wide eyed. I rang, and a sleepy husband answered. I told him that his wife was staying on at my place for the weekend and that he could have her back when I had finished with her and provided that he consent to her seeing me as and when I wished. I had a massive erection thinking about this and my lovely 40 year old looked mesmerised. It was the start of a fantastic year. We went away for weekends, I sent him off playing golf so I could enjoy ‘Meg’ at home, and she said that their relationship picked up too. He didn’t keep asking about us because I had told him not to. He was a pussy licker now and Meg said wryly, ‘that is just so dirty isn’t it, but he begs to do it.’

Would I have started but for Meg-perhaps not. But she did give me a huge conviction about finding happiness, in women and with women. If they could be relieved of some of the duty things, then they could be wild and yes even better partners to their other halves. I said to Meg, ‘you manage the sex now as well as the finances’ and she laughed. It was apparently just as well, because her husband would never have found the likes of me. The year on, and Andrew’s eyesight deteriorated. It was honourably the time to relax what we did and I really liked her for that. She is a superb and raunchy woman. ‘I’ll recommend you to someone shall I?’ she said. A typical comment by a woman who understood herself so well.