In praise of Emily

We’re not resolution makers, but Emily has insisted that 2014 will be the year of learning-for James. She wants three things:

1. for James to learn how erotic it is to tell others that I am fucking his wife and that he accepts things. She reasons that there is an erotic thrill about this, an extra humiliation that he is so down trodden that he volunteers the information. Its an instinctive hunch with her-that he needs to come clean. She admits that it is a buzz to relate to friends afresh, when they know how selfish and wanton and sexually spoilt she is.

2. She wants James to explore his submission to other carefully selected girlfriends. There are none in her sights just yet, none that seem ripe for ‘bitchhood’ but she wants to prepare James for the eventuality. Deference, servitude to their will, playing waiter when they come over for dinner with her is the start, but she knows that this will eventually get sexual.

3. She wants James to work on his relationship with me, to build the admiration in a more public way. This is about ownership, and her need to feel owned by me. I know Luvr and others post on this in the blog.

The holiday has changed her in a key regard-she is so much clearer about her objectives. Its as if she has a platform from which she will build, a changed world that is open now between them, between them and Margaret and of course with me.

Last night I had Emily and James over to stay. It was a calculated move in support of my girl’s training resolve. I rang James and told him to drive his mistress over and to treat her as madam. She would dress to the nines and sit in the back of the car and he would get the door for her. He was not to address her unless she spoke to him and he was always to look down toward her feet immediately he had finished responding to her. He had to be deferential. He seemed just a bit daunted but also very excited by the idea. He started to say what a bitch she was becoming and I told him to ‘shut the fuck up’… he didn’t bad mouth his mistress to me. I’m not routinely verbally abusive, but the seal had to be set. We were having a night of fun, but it was strict training too.

I rang Emily next and told her my plan.There was no spare bedroomI’d offer the guy and I would put the sofa out of bounds. James was going to have to sleep close in, to be intimate with us. ‘He’s to hold you whilst I make you orgasm…you’re not to hold back with the expletives babe, OK?” I told her how this would help James learn to admire what was going down. When he was tired and groggy and we were making out all over again, he just had to accept the intensity of it. ‘Make him suck your cock whilst we fondle’ Emily suggested earnestly. ‘Sure babe’.

The evening started really well. James had manicured her nails and dressed her in the stockings before them came over. He wasn’t dressed as a chauffeur, but I watched him hold the car door for her as she swung her lovely legs out. They were deep in play, James was made to hold her handbag whilst I took her coat, silent and respectful as I had instructed. I squeezed her bottom through the tight skirt, there in front of him and she giggled before we kissed. I had set up some travel DVDs, tasteful places where we might go to fuck in the summer. Emily kicked off her high heels and I tossed James the cleaning kit. He was to sit there beside us cleaning her shoes whilst we petted. I was so impressed with her, she behaved as if he wasn’t there. Conversations were amazing…and sultry.

‘I was thinking about Carol, as a girlfriend to train James on’ Emily stirs her drink and checks out my reaction.
‘Is she hot?’
Emily giggles, ‘She is just a bit buxom, but very confident, she likes men looking at her boobs’
‘Married?’
‘Yes, to some sort of academic, very cerebral…she might like to dominate him… I don’t know.’

I picture James licking at a swollen sex between more ample thighs. It is a sexy idea.

Emily tells James to take down her panties and to take my member out. He does so.
‘Suck it’ she orders curtly and he does so.

Its a short interlude. Emily is very turned on and she straddles my weapon, sliding down onto it. Snug, complete inside her. I can feel her heat and when she closes her eyes and gasps softly, it is so perfect. Look man, she is mine- look at her face. I don’t say it, but the words race around my speedway track brain. She starts to work up and down on me, and i can feel the tug of her sex, sucking up and down. She leans forward and kisses me-slowly. It’s so distracting for James, but he returns to polishing when i shoot him a glance, ‘Who told you to stop?’

That is the start of an interesting night. He grimaces when we climax together. When Emily gasps, ‘oh darling, please, please, now…’ it wrecks him and finishes me off completely. I ejaculate-grunting, greedy and growling. Sometimes things seem to go on forever, I am the Nile now, flooding her and she quivers, mewing her gratitude for the delivery.

It shocks James to learn that tonight he must sleep with us. The bed is big enough, and I say that when he is in our bed he must hold her. I want him to hold her wrists as though he is assisting something forceful. We try things out, he lying on his back, legs wide so that Emily can lie back on him, the lumpy pillow and she spreads her thighs for me. Her sex is so appealing, gaping still and we do a reprise. He holds her wrists to order and I dock my lady. She gasps, ‘you take what you want don’t you…you always get your way.’ I insist that she is ‘on heat’ for it, she needs it like crazy and she whimpers. I am driving full shaft and her body must slide up and down on James. He is taking the full friction, the full weight and the sounds are destroying him.
‘Darling…yes…please, give it to me…I want you …oh please.’ Another delivery-belching and big. There is no reason to hold off- we can do this again and again all night.

Afterwards, Emily rolls over we start play kissing. This is our thing. James is bereft- what the hell is he meant to do. He’s not to talk, but now he is a pulsing pillow in the bed. Useless, just there and embarrassed by it. I can see his dinky straining in the translucent cock restraint. Its not tiny, but that doesn’t matter. She has dismissed it-suprlus to requirement. I know that he wants to lick her out, but direct him with my finger to her peachy bottom and he licks there. So close…so far.

During the night there are times when James rolls onto the carpet and tries to sleep there. But he can’t sleep. He is a tad cold and there is the regular action above. I tell him to hold my erect member and still half asleep Emily starts to ride it. She is soon bouncing, her tits bobbling, the nipples so hard and erect.
‘Lick my arse’ she snaps and James sets too-half asleep, but party to it all.
She is awake now and minded to humiliate him.

It’s all you’re fit for…licking my arse’ she groans.
‘well?’
‘Yes M’am’.
Was that really James? It sounded so rasping, so dry mouthed. The guy is in shock.
‘Do you like the way Jezz takes me?’ Another salvo question. Emily is so hard now-sharp as a cutlass.
‘Yes…yes M’am’ he manages.
‘Tell him then!’
‘Thankyou…Jezz, thank you.’

It makes Emily cum…hard, but i hold out this time. I will prolong it and bring her back to this sweet sweet place. He is going to learn why he will never compete with me. There in the dark, amidst the noise of incessant coupling there will be his deep gulps and her whimpers. There will be heartfelt groans and slap, slap, slap, rhythmic thrusting.

There’s a limit to post space-it could bore some of you too. But honestly the evening works. By the morning Emily and I are sex shattered and James is broken in. He’s intimate with us, intimate to ‘the act’. Emily observes, ‘you see there is no way back…you suck cock and assist. You’re mine to control now.’ You can see how sleep deprived he is now, He hasn’t slept at all. When he wasn’t assisting he was playing with his locked up willy. Emily showers in the morning and I watch him lather her down with nice smelling creams. She teases him touching his tool, checking that he needed a night like this. He concedes that he did. He did, he ‘fucking well did..honest, it did my head in’. I watch him towel and then dress her. This is intimate too, the squirts to Chloe perfume, the way he clips her Cartier on her wrist. He clips up her stockings on her belt and there, madam is just perfect. He will go and warm the car whilst we kiss goodbye.

Thanks Paul-rested by a short sleep during the day-last night still seems crazy, relationship developing. Yes it was strategy to have them over here so Emily could abandon herself fully and James would submit on alpha male territory-but it still takes your breath away. It is the instinctive bitchiness of a woman who embraces her instincts and uses one man to augment pleasure with another. How rare are these women? Bloody rare and precious I would say. I have serviced a few wives now, always in sequence, never playing around, but when one comes along like this-well it still astonishes you. It’s my guess that many wives can to learn to fuck around, to embrace the freedom of hot wifehood, but that amongst these there is only a small percentage who want to live the lifestyle as something integral-something more than a role play game. It’s as if they have looked in the mirror, whispered ‘you are a bitch-you want this, need this, as much as that weakling, as much as your bull’. That isn’t learned-it is something bred into the bones. What makes it more exceptional still is that Emily found James-the perfect supplicant. That is something so strange as I’m sure that she didn’t have a master plan. She responded to her instincts-searching, testing and learning as she went. James was a pack guy, never the alpha.

I’m gripped by a sudden worry- that James will now have panicked, realising how humble we made him, how shameful his submission was. I don’t want that to affect things. I have never wanted a woman more, never wanted to service one more, to see where this can go. I ring James on his mobile and catch him at a garage where he is filling up his wife’s sports car. Its a good sign-he is still doing chores for her.

‘You OK?’
‘Er hi yes, yes, of course tired. My mistress is over at Mum’s, they’re gossiping I think-she took my car.’
‘You did well…you behaved nice as pie. Emily is too good for you but you’ve realised that.’
‘You’re right…yes, she is. I’m weak at the knees about her…could never understand why she married me. She makes me ache so much. I love her so much.’
‘That’s good, you just keep on doing that you hear. You worship her.’
‘I will’
‘We can talk you and I, you can call me and say how much you worship her. I like that.’
‘You won’t ask her to leave me?’
‘No…that isn’t going to happen. I like the bitch in her, she knows it too. You’re part of it my friend.’

I ask about Emily’s car, how old it is. She will have a new one from work in a few months time. I tell James I like that. I like my women very spoilt. By the time I end the call, things are good again. He hasn’t switched, he is as devoted as ever. I wonder what my vixen and her mother in law have been discussing?

Emily and I are out to dinner at some place that James has booked and paid for in advance. She looks stunning in a leather pencil skirt and matching black blouse. She wears a string of black pearls about her throat that are simple and look so chic. As she has her hair up tonight she looks that bit more severe, that bit more incisive and Madam knows best. Its a good look. She is wearing alluring perfume, something that James loves. This is woven into their shared fantasy world, about our scene. She says that she wears it and James is addicted to the smell of her. I tell her that I want him addicted to the smell of her sex….she whispers, ‘you’re very direct aren’t you…you know about this.’

We have what i call a consolidation chat-these happen after the bigger events within a new relationship. Fucking all night in front of James IS a big event- it is unusual. She would be crazy not to take stock, not to check out how I saw things. This is part of it, the managing of a lifestyle. She starts off, ‘did you enjoy dominating James?’ Its a tough question, perhaps the wrong question for a confident hot wife-but Emily is still learning some things. Answer it too positively and you seem a monster. Say it was just OK and you might not be pressing a sex button for her.

‘Yes….but honestly, because it was about taking you. You are a siren…and as long as this is something you want, something that works your magic with James, I want to go on doing it.’

She smiles warmly-the sexual compliment is welcome.
‘You pulled his rug Jezz…he can’t imagine ever fucking me again…its all tongue now.’
‘Do you mind?’
She answers quickly, her hand touching mine.
‘Oh no…not at all…I prefer it. I don’t want him competing with you. Watching him suck your cock…well’

When Emily blushes it is a full on affair. The idea of that act is too much and she urgently sips some cold white wine.

‘I don’t want to pry too much, take your time, but what’s the buzz for you, regarding James?’

‘Well…I’m a bit rigid in my thinking about how men should be…James never showed much of this submissive thing when we married. He seemed a normal guy. I was content enough. Then he started deferring to me in little ways. I always chose the holidays, the house decor, the parties that we went to. I told him how to dress. ‘

‘How did that feel?’
‘OK, OK, I like to order things, to be in charge. But it crept up on me slowly then, I was my husband’s boss. He seemed…well, pathetic. I started to laugh at him and he didn’t get angry in response. I once said to a girlfriend in front of him, ‘oh James does as he is told, don’t you dear’ and he said ‘yes’. it was disgusting and part of me hated his plasticine ways. It was a terrible few months.’

‘But you got to enjoy humiliating him…it became part of your thing?’
‘No…it was always his thing and i did it out of habit. It was something I told myself I shouldn’t like or do….’
‘But you did’
Another blush.
‘Yes…you know, you see this stuff….I did.’

This ain’t a counselling room and you handle these conversations a little at a time. You take the opportunities when the lady wants to talk some more. Right now that isn’t the time. Emily wants to sink into the delicious affair, for me to be her lover. She needs to submit.

‘Call James’ I say, and tell him that you are sleeping over tonight.’
‘Isn’t that too soon, too much?’ he voice suggests caution, but her eyes long for something else. You have to read both.
‘No……it’s not. But when you call him give him a chore to do. You can reward him tomorrow, wank the guy off’

I watch Emily tap in the numbers. Perhaps she gets off doing as I say, we can check such things out over time. Little by little.
‘it’s me…I won’t be home tonight’ Her voice isn’t as hard as i would like and i give her a frown-raising my hand upwards as if to signal, be upbeat, go for it.
‘No…don’t beg.’
I smile.
‘I want the house cleaned through, stay up if you have to. Just do it James.’
There is a pause…James is making a run of it.
‘James…you will do this….’

The right thing is for her to cut the call dead. But she lingers still listening. I take the phone gently from her pretty manicured hand and hear James babbling about how sexy this is.
‘Did Emily just give you are order?’ Sharp, hard words, almost barked down the phone. Emily is wide eyed.
James whispers, ‘yes sir’ and i put down the phone.

‘You are so certain…its so, so sexy’ she murmurs.

I’m not certain-I’m human, but I must be firm. This is what this is all about. any other bull in this blog should say that…unless they are a a cardboard cut out. This is flesh and blood, real people and not just dirty thoughts. If I don’t steer Emily well, I’m not the contrast guy she so badly needs.
‘Finish your coffee’ I say to her, ‘I want you in my bed.’

Last night James bottled it and came around my place just after midnight. Emily was undressing upstairs when the door bell rang. I answered the door and drawn face James stood before me, apologising profusely, insisting that he wasn’t competing but needing to be near us in some way. My first instinct was to send the guy packing with a point or two ringing in his ear about cuckold angst. He had to get used to this, his mistress wouldn’t consult him on our sex. I asked if they had a safe word and they did. Did he want to use it now, to request a time out with her? No..he didn’t.

Emily was watching from the landing… I could tell that she was furious with him.

There was the sofa though- I could have him bed down there-without interfering. But I didn’t want Emily thinking I was some sort of soft guy. So I took my tool out and told him that was the toll for a night on the couch. He slid to his knees and gratefully sucked on my length. I could see that Emily was watching, that her anger was changing to arousal.

‘If I come in your mouth, you swallow’

I wasn’t about to, but I was cross with the guy. He wasn’t disciplined yet and his shilly shally behaviour irked me. Don’t forget this if you read the post as a cuck, bulls have feelings too. They get pissed off if you don’t co operate. Alright it takes a little time, but when mistress choses a way to spend the evening, you fucking well comply.

Emily allows her manicured fingers to reach her sex, there is just a gliding touch there. She is too classy to openly masturbate, but she pushes her sex against her hand. Perhaps his weakness is arousing. Perhaps she likes it that he is this insecure.

‘Enough’ I announce and throw him a quilt from the cupboard. My tool is hard and glistens with his spittle.

Emily and I screw, irritated by the visitor. We do it hard…out of annoyance. He is such a disappointment. After she chums she calmly announces, ‘there is no hand job for him in the morning.’

Earlier than I would wish there comes a knock on the master bedroom door and I find coffee and croissants on a tray outside. James has been too ashamed to face us together. I am for facilitating some sort of three way conversation, but Emily is still annoyed with her husband. She insists that she knows his tolerances and that he must wait to hear what she thinks of him. I can’t judge this as she does, she knows what they have spoken about, what gets him stiff, what he has fantasized about. But he will be made to wait for her reassurance a while longer and no, there will be no reward for failure.

I go down, order more coffee and then open this entry to Luvr’s website. I’ve decided that James needs to get some things off his chest. It might not be much, but it will be a start. He already knows that I am posting updates about fucking his wife, the conquest. Being required to spill his guts here is therapeutic, I tell him that, but it is advisory too. He will help some other cuck to be’s. He’ll acquaint them with the feelings and thoughts a cuck faces. He needs to talk about last night.

James

‘I cleaned the house as required. We have someone in who does that once a week, but I made it look spotless. I went from room to room, starting high up and working down to the floor, with a duster, spray, all the kit that the cleaner stores in the utility room. It was devotional. You want to do this. You want to please your mistress. The need to please surprises you. The need to get approval immense, its just immense. I thought this will knacker you. I thought it would tire me and I could sleep.

But you don’t sleep. Least I don’t. It’s as if the sex, the intensity of it has hot wired your brain to work harder and faster and there is no sleeping..not good sleeping. The thoughts flood in. There are the heady thoughts, the ones that arouse you. They’re about him fucking her, about him taking her. She is his, responsive and needy, she screams beneath him as he thrusts her body. You so want that. You need it, honest. But there are the awful thoughts. You feel ashamed that you have never been like that with her. You feel like, well, like someone must feel when they retire. What will you do? What is your role in life?

It catches you out. You expect the thrill and the worry about watching sex, but what you never expect are the little things. They share body language, little looks, touches, words, when she calls him darling. It is as if they have been together for much longer. They have a intimacy and that makes you jealous. The fucking is intimate. It is felt. It isn’t just fun and its certainly not an exercise,. You have to know that. You feel very unsure then. You feel jealous, course you do. You would be insane not to feel jealous. You panic sudden. It is just there and without a welcome. Dear God…this is out of control. If it is in control its his control. You wish like hell that he is not a lunatic. You hope like hell that he will manage things.

I can’t say more. You can’t think for a while and then you can. But right now I can’t. You won’t be able to either. OK Jezz.’

More than OK James. We can talk later today. You’d better get home now. Put out Emily’s cavalier boots and the blue jeans. She will speak to you this evening. I promise. You keep going man, this takes time.

I like James…I like him a lot. He is sincere, devoted, malleable most of the time, and he understands a few things about himself. He is moreover, ideal for my girl. Emily needs a husband to occasionally resist, to tussle with. She needs to bring him to heel and will enjoy doing so. A deep part of the lifestyle psyche here is for the lady to feel that she is taking control. It’s not just gifted on his part, she is becoming greater, empress, more powerful as regards sex. Once she has control of him there, she can exploit the control elsewhere in their lives. What started as a sexual thing becomes a lifestyle thing. That which started as a game, some role play, becomes normal. They start to live and breathe the lifestyle. She starts to take his submission for granted, and rewards its instinctively. The sex with her bull, between us, gets hotter as a result. There will be transgressions on his part and she will get better at determining penalties for that. Managing him will be conscious at first, but slowly, over time, it will become instinctive. Meantime, I reckon my role is to be firm, constant, as wise as I know how, helping her to rule him and to enjoy what we do.

Emily comes down and she looks stunning. She seems fresh, vibrant, poised in that way that women do when they are getting a lot of sex and enjoying it. I can see why James will feel that she is a goddess. There is an aura, a style in a woman who is cuckolding her husband, who is doing it consciously and decisively, because she wants to, because he needs it and because the resultant lifestyle changes things. It is as if she has discovered an elixir of life, the thrill of the courtship chase, one that her husband is destined to lose, but which is thrilling in a way that a hunt must be. Watching him run and stumble. Is that cruel, sexually over the top? May be, but for a woman who really thrills in the lifestyle, it is part of the thing. Its a residue from the primal rut, the pleasure of watching men compete for her and then rewarding the victor. Just as in the rut, the loser isn’t pushed out altogether. As long as he learns his place, down the pecking order, he is kept on to support the alpha union. Right now James is in descent, he is learning his place and Emily is the woman to instruct him. She doesn’t want him to run, the bottle it again and again, she wants him to learn. She wants him to be like weaker men were way back when, to be a pack member.

‘You are so good with James’ she whispers and we kiss slowly. Her mouth is open to me and i love that. I love the way she looks up at me, eyes open and she submits with her mouth. Kissing a woman, your conquest is just brilliant. Being good with James is essential. She needs that. She wants her husband’s involvement in the exploration. She savours our kisses knowing she has him in the wings, submissive.

‘I’m sorry that he came round. It was ridiculous..as if he was afraid of the dark or something.’

‘He is afraid of the dark. He’s afraid of your dark, what you will do with him.’

Emily pushes her pubes against me. Its instinctive, when I whisper things about her control. I love that.

‘How will you punish him for the indiscretion?’ I wonder.

‘Cold shoulder? I was thinking about leaving him to wonder about things for a few days.’

It’s an understandable response, and one born of annoyance. Why wouldn’t she want to put the guy in the refrigerator. He behaved in a way that wasn’t agreed between them. When she sleeps over, he stays at home, period. But I feel its the wrong response. James needs to know what he has done wrong, he needs to understand the penalty and that his mistress will apply it calmly and consistently. Even a penalty, when understood, is a reassurance. I WILL manage you, I have not abandoned you.

I suggest a sharp reprimand first, explaining how vulgar and inconvenient his visit was and that it broke the agreement between them. Make him write to me apologising (yes, an old fashioned letter). Its a re affirmation of their agreement. Then, when he thinks that this is the limit of it, there is the necessary ramp up. Two weeks in the cock cage, with no pussy licking or other forms of release. This has to hurt a bit, as well as humiliate.

There is no tariff for these things, no neat catalogue of penalties. But the suggestion suits Emily and she says how reassuring it is to be with me in this way.

‘Will you come over for supper tonight?’ she wonders.

Yes, of course, I want to remind James that I come and go at will. I want him to understand that Emily and I socialise, that we share each other’s company and this isn’t just about coupling. He will want to help her dress, but I suggest that he is not allowed to. He must concentrate on the kitchen. But I tell her I won’t sleep over. I want her and James to have space to talk after he has washed up our meal. Being a bitch means talking some too as well as insisting on things. She nods. She knows this. She has always known this.

James has just dropped by, to personally deliver his letter. Its carefully crafted, short by completely roll over submissive. I ask whether he had problems composing it and James says that Emily slapped his face when he got the first draft wrong. It wasn’t up front enough- about what a reprobate he was, coming over to my place like that. He was clearly humiliated by the slap-I see his face redden even as he remembers it. ‘You’ll do as Emily says now…right?’ He nods and explains that he has to get back, but he couldn’t bear the thought of the post loosing or delaying the letter. Emily would be furious. ‘I gather you’re on restrictions too my friend’ I say as he turns to go. ‘Yes…I was stupid, it was my own fault.’

James cooks a fair supper, simple but wholesome. He serves a chilled New Zealand white with the fish and it works. Has he been taught this? Has he always been fair in the kitchen- I don’t know.His manner is quiet, polite, yes deferential. By now he knows my favourite liquor, so after the meal that is poured for me and he clears away the table.

What really impresses though is the way that Emily handles the evening. She is dressed in a black cocktail dress, stockings and high heeled black leather boots. She wears the Cartier that matches my time piece and a string of pearls about her throat. In its refined, understated way, it is all designed to pull James’ string. Boots wreck James, he always wants Emily when she wears them. The watches remind him about Christmas-his commitment. The little black dress is sophistication itself. Tonight she will rule James, as part of a game of subtle pleasures. The relationship is not always about full on sex.

There are ways in which she reinforces the new lifestyle. She refers to me as darling several times during the evening. Its a casual reference, a passing reference, but the barb goes home every time. ‘Darling…I’m sure you have that deal well under control. You’re so astute.’ Its the term of address coupled with admiration. She never looks at him when she uses that word, but in the corner of her eye, I sense her monitoring his reaction. Perhaps once she addressed him that way, never now though. I want to talk about some evenings out in the weeks ahead. Its important to do so because she will have James book those. He will be her social secretary too. We discuss restaurants and select a prominent one in town. I notice James’ face twitch. People may see us there. James is left to squirm a few moments and then I suggest that we take Margaret along and introduce her to a friend of mine, Ben. ‘Will he fuck her for you?’ Emily wonders. It is stated SO offhand. I can’t tell you. Fucking is an appetite, a sport, she has changed so much and that won’t be lost on James. She is a natural at this. I assure my girl that Ben will-he really likes mature women and Margaret has a good figure. Emily states that she will speak to Margaret, prep her for a date. Why do I think that Margaret will be encouraged to put it on a plate for my friend?

There is something of the tea set about this. It is as if all Emily’s play time as a little girl has taught her how to manage such things. She has a keen sense of best behaviour, of the niceties of cultured living. I really like that. i like the instinctive snobbishness of it and want to fuck her. Its hellish hard to limit myself to kissing her slowly, to cupping her pert bottom through that dress-ever so briefly. She is so deft at this, playing our own little tease game as well as reminding James of his responsibilities. She tells James to add logs to the fire , when i’ve left there will be a fireside chat of the relationship kind. ‘I am going to make James rehearse how the evening felt for him. He has to be in touch with the deliciousness of the angst’ she whispers when he is out of ear shot. ‘He’ll want to lick your boots or something!’ I laugh. ‘Well, he’s not allowed to. There is nothing for him this fortnight.’

James will go to bed aching for her. She knows how to press a button and this through a simple supper evening.

A few quick words about intoxication. Right now, the three of us are intoxicated in our various ways with what we are doing. Sex is heightened and for sure I would like to fuck Emily silly, every night. She wants to abandon herself to the lust of it all and James, well James is exploring the deeper and dirtier recesses of submission. It would be so easy to go at this full on-to see each other daily, to ramp up the sexy acts again and again. Cuckolding involves thrill seeking. But there is a psychological reality here too and that’s to do with repetition becoming boring and sexual intensity seeming overwhelming (odd extremes I know, but true). We’re not dealing with that right now, but I don’t want it to become an issue. I want Emily longer term and in the past as a bull, like other bulls I suppose, i have been greedy and pushed it full on to the point where it has overwhelmed a couple and they panic. So soon it will be time to suggest the more languorous, indulgent, gentle and sensual pleasures of living this way. I will take Emily away for sure and have James wait and wonder, but this summer too I fancy booking a cabin in the woods. I want the pair of them to feel close with me, to show just how horny it can be helping a woman feel a siren as we take turns to pleasure her, each in our rank order way. I will admire the way that Emily rides James’ face and he will in turn watch as I thrust her through a deep orgasm. We will be our own intimate and secret society, but will talk too about involving selected others. Close friends can help sustain the lifestyle in the longer term.

If you’re a bull then- think on about pacing the sex, this rush of intoxication. I’m loving it, really am, but I have to manage things too. Emily deserves hotwifehood long term and I want to be part of that.

Emily has emailed me. The fireside chat went well, James is full of ‘little worries’ and ‘frank comparisons’. As he sat on the floor, Em in a armchair, boots inches away from his face and both before the fire, they talked. She hasn’t thought about this seating plan, but it works so well. James is like a junior school kid sitting on the floor. How many of them study the boots that the school mistress is wearing today? ‘Are you OK with this winky man?’ she apparently begins (the term is a new one to me, but yes it reminds him how she sees his tool-laughable). He admits that he adores her, the aloofness, the superior look down your nose attitude towards him, and because, well yes because, I am fucking her. She is playing with her watch, teasing him subtly. ‘Good’ she tells him, ‘I think in future we need you to respond to the slightest instruction. If I twist my watch beneath my wrist like this..’ (she demonstrates), you should make yourself scarce, so my lover can enjoy me.’ It must be soul destroying but so arousing too. Emily checks that he has understood and he dutifully replies ‘yes M’am.’ ‘If i pat my thigh like this (demonstration two) you come to pussy. I want you lapping quickly, do you understand.’ Another affirmative nod. ‘If I glance down at Jezz’s crotch, then to you and back again…well you know what that means.’ He tries to protest and this time she manages him with firm explanations. ‘I want you to think of Jezz’s cock as what i crave, what i submit to, so you should show proper manners too.’

She continues… and I quote direct from the email..

‘I had James sleep in the marital bed last night and I was very close to him. His willy was locked up in the perspex cage, but I touched it frequently. I stroked his balls and felt him swell in the constraint. He was begging me to stop or else to release him! I was really enjoying it and it was wicked. I told him I did what I wanted with him. His winky was my plaything. I told him to kiss me passionately, but NOT to touch my pussy. He could stroke my thighs, play with my boobs, but he wasn’t allowed down there. He was very eager and his winky kept jerking-it was so funny. I then said calmly that i had had enough of that and he was to go to sleep. I took the guy ages, he was so restless. I was very naughty Jezz.’

Bull’s rarely get these insights, at least in this detail and it is quite frankly cock stiffening. She is the perfect Madam. She will send James crazy in the next two weeks and he won’t disobey her so quickly in the future. I phone Ben, and text him a pic of the delectable Margaret and he whistles. Yes, he wants her. I tell Emily about this in my response email and she replies that she will have Margaret ready. Whilst Margaret is older, a tad more conservative in some ways, she is trainable. She is sure that Margaret will come on to Ben in the required manner.

Wicked must be Emily’s middle name. She has been teasing James a lot today and anticipates that at the end of his cock cage purdah, that he will produce a spunk fountain. She will only have to touch him to cause the eruption! I’m not so sure though and tell her so. She is deeply aroused when I review this with her. Other men I have cucked have gradually produced less and less spunk as I service their wives. It’s as if their balls are turned off. I speculate about such things. Perhaps licking the lady out reduces such produce-perhaps through some sort of hormonal, pheromone effect? Perhaps it is just psychological, the comparisons so stark that they produce less seed that will only get jerked down the john anyway? Emily is interested though. She wonders what to say to James. Whether she will insist on monitoring him to see whether she is inhibiting his spunk production at the expected rate? If any of you have ideas, views, experiences, let me know and I’ll discuss them with Emily.

James is working from home today and Emily goes back to the house for lunch. James fixes the meal and she lets him lick her boots. Nothing more. Don’t ever let other bloggers tell you that all the action is with the bull. With women who are truly into this lifestyle, there are hot things that happen again and again with the at heel husband. Is the boot lick a slide away from her discipline? Hardly…she is laying on the punishment. Denial and teasing used together work like elephants waltzing over a newly planted garden. You never forget the effect.

Just had a telephone call from Margaret-she is so excited by the foursome evening out with Ben and I. She is giddy with it now wondering what to wear and how to behave. Emily has told her to do exactly what either she or I say. Its basic instruction-about attitude, but Margaret still wonders about things? Well, Ben is probably going to want to fuck you, are you ready for that? Its been a while hasn’t it? Emily may want to show off, you know, her control over you. Are you ready for that? You know what I mean! We don’t have a date for our evening out yet, and I wonder how Margaret will contain herself meantime? I make a note that sometime I need to understand Margaret better. All those years and reflections after her husband chickened out and didn’t cuck down like James is doing. We pretend so much about our sexuality and sex. Its in the wardrobe isn’t it-the coat that you never try on, at least at the window.

Johnny-thanks for being so very kind in your comments. I think you’re right that the after effects of denial depend on the teasing too. Teasing ramps things up. But I meant what I said. Women who have their husbands give head during prolonged denial do seem to switch a sperm production off. Its as if there is a deep physical/relationship function for the pheromones in a woman’s scent. Not pc to say it perhaps, but this is perhaps a long lost hidden female way of controlling sex and through that breeding.

Regarding my posts. I believe that the bull has to be responsible and help the lady manage her submissive husband. But I was struck by how little is shared in forums by bulls. Its as if they are too secret about pleasures, certainly about what they put back into a menage a trios. Perhaps some bulls just take-I cannot tell. If so, they threaten couples and that’s not on. I honestly believe that a couple that are daring enough to include someone like me, deserve my consideration. I know that I am dominant (I love being masculine with a woman), that I contribute to the submissive male by directing him, exciting his wife about being centre stage. But this involves emotional effort, some ups and downs and yes some speculations and doubts on my part as well as theirs. I am not a cardboard cut out, and neither are Emily and James, so it seems important to discuss the emotions, the taunts and the teasing that go around and around between cuck, cuckoldress and bull. In this case that involves a mother too. Margaret is amazing and what we shared at Christmas is so unlocking things for her. I meant what I say about sex and sexuality-we hide so much, pretend to ourselves, and when something like this does happen (rarely enough), it throws open all those debates and questions. The four of us will need a lot of wisdom…if this is really to work and to last. I want it to. I like them all- but Emily is exceptional. So I will add to the posts and yes that will include the difficult as well as the exciting bits. If that helps you and others then I am made up.

You might wonder what drives this bull? Well, there are a few things. First, a belief that people have different sexuality, and that some are warmly approved of in society and some are suppressed. Once upon a time gay folk were supressed and its a delight to me that they can live their lives openly. I’m not gay. I do though believe that women who are more dominant, who wish to direct a weaker male deserve space and freedom too. Its always seemed unfeminine for a woman to insist on what she wants, to be instinctive about sex. I believe that submissive husbands have their sexuality to explore and that in consequence an intelligent and supportive bull has a role. Cuckolding folk may be a small minority, but others may not yet have explored their identity and needs. I suspect many watch and wonder, and the wondering isn’t resolved completely by clips/pics and captions of what seems raunchy.

I’m not on an interracial kick, though can fully understand the sexiness of all that. Breeding is a turn on, but honestly you would need to be with a couple for ages before you chose that route. I would want to be involved with the kids and make the cuckoldress a sort of earth mother at the centre of it all. A bit radical perhaps. I guess it would be a turn on because the three of us (in such a situation) defied social convention and insisted that we will live our way. But there are big challenges for all concerned. I’m sure its not that common a way forward.

Whilst I love the physical side of cuckolding, showing off and handling a beautiful woman well, I also love the psychological stuff. The brain is the biggest sex organ. Some women, like Emily, are exploring that. Discussing this takes a good few words, so thanks for your and indeed others’ patience with the longer posts.

Went over to Emily’s last night and took her out to see the rather dingy bar where I think Ben and I should take her and Margaret. I’ve chosen it on purpose as the girls will get a lot of lewd looks from a crop of resident guys and of course they will enjoy making a few dicks stiff, safe in our company. There is nothing hotter for a girl than having other men want you and then going with the alpha male. Emily will flaunt her figure and I reckon Margaret will too. It will be instinctive and the fucking afterwards will be heightened as a result. What it will do to James’s head is open to debate. I’m sure that Emily will tell him afterwards what a prick tease she was.

My girl was wearing a pleated tartan mini skirt and another pair of those high heeled ego destroying boots that so wreck James. Of course we kissed and fondled when I got there, James looking on enviously. I was about to suggest that we leave when Emily drew my hand beneath her skirt and onto her sex. It felt different, smooth and oh so ripe. ‘Show Jezz what I had you do’ she whispered to her husband. James lifited the hem of her skirt and there were her lovely pubes, shaven now save for a nice inverted triangle of pussy hair pointing down to her love button. Her sex was spectacularly appealing and all the more so for the absence of panties or thong. ‘Get my fucking cock out man’ I snapped. Emily smirked and turned to the side board, presenting her rear for my attention.

James was fumbling, his face streaming with beads of sweat. Days into cock purdah this was bloody difficult. I was already stiff and trying to pull a big erection out of pants in these circumstances is difficult. He coped, somehow he coped and my tumescent organ was bare before him.

‘It was done clinically darling…I wouldn’t let him finger or lick and he was on strict instructions not to scratch me!’
James dutifully parted his mistress’s legs a little more and then spread her lips with his fingers. With his other hand he guided my knob head to her cunt and then I slotted her. Emily fits nice now, she is a well exercised girl. There are a few squelchy thrusts and Emily gasps. Her orgasm is sudden and needful and I ejaculate into her. I can feel my balls clenching like a fist, the spunk must be hosing up her. Some orgasms are incredibly intense. Afterwards my balls will ache so much and she will be full of the stuff.

I drag free and the cum dribbles out. James uses a scented tissue to wipe the mess off and you can see he wants to smell or lick it. But Emily gives him that look and watches as he flushes it down the pan. There will be no covert treats for him whilst we are out.

We’re driving back from sleezey Joe’s bar (my pseudonym) and agree that it has exactly the right sultry, indulgent, run down atmosphere for the foursome date. The bartender never took his eyes off Emily and she asked in a whisper whether she should lead him on. She would give him a hand job if that was what i wanted. The scene is really getting to her, she is a little minx, a vamp, who is so aware of what’s between her pretty thighs. This is such a shock for some girls, that they can feel this way about their pussy. It is as if their world has shifted focus somehow and they are amazed at how they can use it to rule some men but how it turn compels them to respond to a bull. The sociologist would described it as sexualisation, seeing issues increasingly through the lens of sexual pleasure. Emily isn’t strange in this sensitisation. She, like others, is shocked by the deliciousness of surrender, that she is not completely and always in charge of her body. Instincts are being given a greater rein. Women pre hotwife-hood guess that this will happen, and that they could ruin their marriage if they don’t keep level headed about it. A woman’s capacity for lust, is greater than she dare ambit.

On the way back we discuss James. She admits that seeing his craving for humiliation both excites and terrifies her. She always sensed that he needed to be dominated, but the degree of this is breathtaking. She revisits the scene earlier that evening. ‘Did you see how he just stared as you took me. He gawped at us and then dropped his head. It was as if he suddenly remembered his shortfalls.’

‘Did you like fucking in front of him?’
‘Yes…yes I did. I liked it that what he had done for me drew that response in you. I liked that his reward for shaving me was yet more denial, more horrible comparisons between what you did and he couldn’t.’
‘Its odd isn’t it. Fucking you in front of him could have seemed a reward…something that he should have waited for. But it wasn’t that really. He had to wait and long and dream some more.’
‘I’m going to make him go without for the whole fortnight. That’s the right way isn’t it?’
‘Yes. But he may slide again. You may have to keep reminding him to obey you.’

Emily snuggles against me, wrapping her arm around mine. She whispers…

‘Do you like me being a bitch to him, does that light your fire?’
‘Sure does babe’
‘I can’t believe that the same pleases all three of us. He needs to be humiliated, you need me to dominate him and I need to be a bitch.’
‘It’s ever been thus..just few people talk about it.’

‘You know I will understand if you want to fuck Margaret as well…I know that you are boss.’
‘No need for that..I centred on you. I like her at your heel, doing as you say, but there’s others such as Ben to loosen the woman up.’
‘But I will do as you say…’
‘I know..that’s sweet. It is. But right now we have things to build, and they centre on you and James. I don’t want this to be a few months thing, a dirty thrill that you can’t handle or sustain.’
‘It won’t be darling…I promise you.’
‘I want us to work bit by bit on this, to train James well so that you can be public about using him.’
‘That would be so sexy…’
‘Margaret is one thing, but having a few close friends who know that I bed you and James treats me as cock of the nest.’
‘That would be so sexy wouldn’t it! I want my girlfriends to know. I want them to feel envious of me.’
‘Some could get catty’
‘That’s their problem isn’t it. I think they will be so inquisitive. You wait and see.’

Saturday will be busy. In the morning I have told James to come over for coffee and Emily is intrigued by the purpose of this. She has already told him to do exactly as I say. It would be a shame to extend his denial period because she heard that he displeased me. My plan is that I’m going to start with a chat. I want James really enthusiastic about the fact that I’m going to take his mistress out for a foursome date that evening. ‘We’re going to fuck the girls side by side man. The smell of sex, the sound of it, seeing a sister take cock, really imprints in a girl’s head. She needs it again after that.’ I know it will arouse him but remind him too that Emily is progressing further into the realm of elite sex. The comparisons could be crippling after that- ‘you don’t understand James, sex is bigger than you ever imagined it.’ He won’t witness our fun, but he will imagine it so hard. He has to be ready for that.

Then, I’m going to have her cuck massage my body. They’re won’t be any sexual stuff, no cock sucking. The guy is being taught something. Don’t demure, a) James needs to learn a vital skill to use with his mistress, b) he needs to focus on my physique (hard), realising what he can’t compete with and c) I want him showing complete and utter submission to the evening date…

‘I’ve arranged for Margaret to come around to your place early, Ben and I are picking the girl’s up around 7. During the early evening you’re going to massage them both, draw their baths and do the manicures required. You are going to be so up for this and you’re going to show it my friend.’ Ritual is a part of this lifestyle.

Let’s be clear, James ain’t going to become a professional masseur in one practice go with me. He will be as anxious as hell, but the message will get across. Ladies require pampering before they go out with their beaus. Even if its a while since you had a reward, you still pamper. Madam’s needs are paramount. He’s going to squirm and complain. I imagine most of all he will hate the idea of massaging his Mum. I will snap, ‘this ain’t sexual man…its a service, an accolade to the female form.’ I will tell him that she will keep panties on, but he will do her legs and back, her slender arms and shoulders. He is to make her feel really good. The massage with Emily is to be full on. The massage oil is to be worked into her lovely skin. There is only one out of bounds area, her pussy and that must not be touched and it must smell ah natural. With every touch of Emily’s lovely body he will know that he is prepping her for our sex.

I’m intrigued. What do you think? Too devious? Won’t it work? I’m pretty sure it will!

Emily has rung me, saying what a tizz of excitement Margaret is in about meeting Ben tomorrow evening. Its an excuse. Curiosity is eating my girl inside out about what I will make James do. She insists that whatever I direct will be fine, but you can tell she is excited too. I won’t spill the beans but I say it involves both Margaret and she and Mags will keep her knickers on!

I then telephone Margaret, to calm her down a bit, to help her understand things. I tell her that my mate is going to fuck her, she is too tasty for him not to. The anticipated submission of it is so electric for her. Margaret has bought tight leather jeans and boots to go over the top, she has the figure for this, so she will look sensational. James’ Ma will be a rock chick! Most dates aren’t so planned are they, you don’t as a woman I mean, know that it is going to end in sex. But tomorrow night is almost certain. Provided that Mags comes on to Ben as required, providing she cock teases other blokes in the bar, then she is going to get good and laid. Margaret admits it has been a while since she has wound men up sxiually, but she thinks she still knows how. I say its an attitude thing. Think, I am Ben’s bitch and I’m going to make other men ache for me. That is the mindset.

Boy is she going to be up for this after that massage!!

I can tell that she wonders about Ben, his prowess…what it will be like. I joke that the guy has never screwed me, nor will he. But he is well hung and she will loose her cool. That’s OK, screaming on a coffee coloured rock hard cock is de rigeur. I explain that Ben’s Mum was white, that his daddy was a black GI serving over here in Europe. That is where Ben gets a lot of his attitude from. He knows that women love his looks. He doesn’t fuck around much these days, he’s busy making money, but he might like a bitch for occasional dates. Its an incentive…she could be his!

‘Thanks Jezz’ she signs off, her voice quavering.
‘No problem babe…you’re going to love it.’

Saturday!
Woke up this morning and made a mental note to ask James this morning about senses- the taste and the smell of his delightful mistress. He ain’t getting any of that right now, but does the smell of us together, the taste of us, figure strongly in his personal little craving? This sort of thing can be so big. If it is, then we can heighten things for all. You just need to know!

James has just left my place. We chatted over coffee first, and I asked how things were. Understandably he is frustrated and entirely focused on Emily. It is startling how she has changed, the way she commands their place. Its not just the sex thing, its the every day things. She is very assertive about what he wears to work now and he dresses to please her. I don’t know a lot about his work, but he tells me that he has an arrogant bastard of a boss. It seems that James is bossed about home and away. He must be getting used to this. How does he feel about tonight? Well, he will get through it. He imagines that Emily is going to be fucked hard and wonders whether I will gift her to Ben as well? That raises a hackle or two on the back of my neck and this surprises me. Other conquests I might share, but Emily is different. I lie though, to pull James string. I say it is part of the lifestyle and that sometimes a bull does direct his bitch to please another guy. It works a certain sort of tortuous magic inside the cuck brain.

I ask about the senses thing- now that he is utterly infatuated with his mistress’s developing personae, is this just about looks and attitude? He isn’t sure what I mean and so I ask direct. Do you like the way she smells and tastes now? You can see this question go home. Its a cruise missile impact and he blushes quickly. ‘Don’t squirm man, spell it out!’ He is very uncomfortable. ‘I miss licking her, smelling her, she is a goddess.’ There, thought so. Scent, taste, these are part of the mix too. What, there is just about a week to go and then Emily will have him back on oral duties. It will be such a treat. ‘All you gotta do man is be as sweet as pie till then.’ The warning sinks in and I watch him nod.

‘I called you over to learn something’I say, and watch his face blanche. What on earth can this be? You can see the nerves of the man, his face is intense. Perhaps he thinks I am going to post him or something. Dread is written in the beads of sweat that start to appear on his brow! It is amusing.

‘I need you to learn to do a good massage, and I want you to do that for the girls this evening, before we go out.’

Horror, there is horror on his face. I’ve got it right this time.

‘Not Margaret…please’

‘Shut the fuck up and listen!’ …..’You will offer a massage to both ladies, but for the delectable Margaret this will be limited to legs, back, shoulders, arms and face, she will wear panties, there is absolutely…I repeat, absolutely no sexual connotations to this. With Emily it will be full on and with the scented oils. You do everything but keep her lovely pussy as nature intended, smelling in the way that you and I like.’

He isn’t sure that he knows how to do this. Massages have connotations of seedy sex parlours for him. That wasn’t what I planned to trigger in his febrile brain, but I aren’t disappointed. Massage will have an even hotter connotations now for the guy.

I toss him a bottle of oil, tell him to warm it in a basin of hot water and then hand him a towel.
‘You’re going to practice my friend.’

Candidly, as James started his work, beginning with my shoulders, he is crap. He is scared to touch me, scared to feel the musculature. I tell him how folk develop knots between their shoulders and up into the base of their neck. Its worse if someone has had a whiplash injury. The massage has to be firm enough to feel for the likes of that, to move the muscle a bit. He isn’t to pussy foot around with this, ‘work my back man.’ The instructions help. When he presses a bit more, when he feels a bit more through his fingers, you can sense how he could please a girl. I’m going to stick with this.

‘You have no knots there’
‘Good…I want you to tell me what you feel, what you note. I want you to be very professional about it, but don’t forget your manners. With Emily you add ‘M’am’ in at regular intervals.

Is James warming to this? I hope so. Its a new way of showing his devotion to my very sexy lady. But it is humiliating too-especially with me. I instruct him to work my lower back and buttocks. He knows what these do- they drive cock somewhere very important. His hands move down my legs and he is working to better effect now.

‘Sometimes I will have you do this for both of us, Em and I’ I burr, listening to him as he moves around the bed. ‘When I do, I want you to show her how you massage cock so that it is good and hard for her. Not now…but you will then, understood?’

James understands and we progress to arms. I roll over and he has to work gentler on my abdomen. It is very hard, but you go easy on the front. Did he think I would have an erection? Well, I don’t. I don’t fancy James and he is reassured I guess to understand that. This is a skill session, a service, one that he must learn to become good at.

When he has finished, I tell him that there was improvement there. He is to go ahead and offer the massage to the ladies this evening. He will probably disappoint them to some degree, but the fact that he is hopping about offering this as well as a manicure, will no doubt please. His eagerness if nothing else will impress.

His car pulls away. I play with the idea of ringing Em and telling her what to expect. The idea is dismissed. Sometimes surprise is better than anticipation. The fact that James confides that he is being taught by yours truly will be a nice introductory touch.

Where to start? Saturday night wasn’t exactly what I expected. It was more and it was less and any idea that i as a bull could orchestrate everything flew out of the window. Trust me, all those accounts that describe a sex fest that goes exactly to plan, well, they’re probably augmented, adjusted in some way. People are wilful and they get excited in different ways.

Ben and I arrived on time and with enough to spare to hear about James’s preparation. But first off, I was blown away by how the girls looked. Beautiful women, who dress to effect blow a man’s mind. They are astounding. Emily was wearing a designer, close fitting black cocktail dress that showed her lovely contours, with stockings and stiletto heels. Blood pressure was at risk looking at the lady-she is so fine. Margaret was in the rock chick leather jeans and boots with a silk blouse and a leather choker about her throat. She wore a Cartier watch just like Em’s on her wrist, only it was the steel rather than the steel and gold version. I stared at it and Emily took my arm. ‘I bought it…I like Margaret, and as I see it, you own her too. She will go with Ben, but its at your direction and mine. OK?’ It was the first time that Emily had insisted on something with me. It was a reminder that she saw us as a couple, even if she submitted to me on nearly everything. OK, that was OK. Hell, it was good. Mags was her ladies maid. I kissed Margaret slowly on the cheek and whispered, ‘you’re so fucking hot!’ Ben was introduced to her and he kissed her too, his one hand instantly brushing her leather covered bottom.

During all these greetings James just stood back and stared. What must we have looked like? Everyone dressed cool and Cinders left to tidy up again.
Emily said,
‘James has been a VERY good boy, helping us get ready. I’m going to bring him back into the fold tomorrow. He has been such a sweetie, haven’t you James?’
He blushed.
‘Tell us then, what’s he been up to?’ Ben’s question was a plant, I’d suggested it to add that touch of humble pie for my man.

Emily recounted the evening. The massage was unexpected, delightful and ably done. Margaret had watched as James tended first to his mistress and noted how good it made her feel. ‘You feel so relaxed, so easy…it is very, very sexy’ Emily mewed. Then he had offered the modified massage to Mags, promising that he would confine things in a way that she required. Margaret was about to demure but Emily insisted. There was a hierarchy here, with I and she at the top, then Mags and James at the bottom. It was important that Mags accept this kind service. James would submit to his wife and submit to his mother. This was female authority. So Mags took the massage, and Em said you could see her relaxing by the second. It was very good. She had never, ever had a massage before. Margaret showed off her manicured nails and said that her son was a man of hidden talents. He washed, ironed and scurried about, all evening for them both. She had watched him clip the stockings on to Emily’s suspender belt and it had looked so tender, so reverential.

We arrived at the bar to find it fuller than expected. Someone was having a birthday bash. Joe had got in a three piece jazz ensemble and they were making the place groove. There was though more guys than ladies, just as I had hoped. Em was in her element and freely started to cast those sexy, I wonder what you think, what you want looks. They had a devastating effect. Mags too felt the atmosphere and when Ben took her in his arms, pressing her shapely body against his big frame, she looked up, and he took his first fill on kiss. There, sweet, so hot, she was responding to him, letting his tongue explore her mouth, feeling the power of his arms around her. Emily giggled. ‘She will eat him alive when they fuck’ she insisted, ‘that girl is so hungry, I tell you.’

We were getting the attention of the other guys, the envious attention. I loved that and told Emily to sit on Ben’s lap and snog with him whilst i took Mags onto mine. Before Em did so she whispered, ‘I’ll fuck with whoever you want’. I saw her settle on my mate’s lap, saw her take out the mobile phone and snap an image, something to remind James what a wild and wicked wife he had. Mags wiggled on my lap. There was a moment’s hesitation, a moment of wondering whether she should seem more demure. But she has no need to worry. She has the figure of a thirty year old and looks so good.

‘Every guy in this bar wants you Mags, you look so desirable. Enjoy it, relax, you’re meant to have men love you, perhaps even worship you.’
We started to snog and it was very sweet. When my hand rested on her thigh, she slid it up to the crotch of her jeans and pressed herself against me, rubbing herself urgently against the ball of my hand. I could hear the little whimpers in her voice and felt as raunchy as hell. Ben had his hand up inside Emily’s dress and the half light of our alcove, he was feeling her wet sex.

We danced some, drank a lot more. A group of guys attached to the birthday party broke off and asked whether our girls wanted to play a game of darts. Emily looked at me and I nodded. They would wreck the guys. So many hopes, so many rocks on which they would be dashed. Both our girls were playing the men expertly. Flirting is a deep seated instinct. Enough I thought, and withdrew the ladies after two games. They had made and wrecked the guys night in a wiggle of the bum and a passing glint of the eye.

Very late we returned home by taxi and as expected James was sleeping in the bunk room. Giggling, swearing, laughing some, we started to undress the ladies in the master bedroom. Mags kept staring into Ben’s eyes as though they were an abyss, a destiny into which she would fall. He touched her eagerly, fingers inside and thumb brushing her clitoris. He directed her hand to his fly and she started to get his member out. It was big and it was stiff. Awkward to release from his pants. ‘Oh God Ben…’ she murmured. Emily and I were more practised and enjoying ourselves. We did our stand up routine, I entering her roughly for some preamble fun as we stood there.

‘Bareback babe’ Ben insisted as Mags held his cock.

I shook my head towards him. No fucking way. Ben had been screwing around a bit. They weren’t a regular and exclusive couple. Ben wasn’t a practising bull as such, but he must know the etiquette. Mags deserved protection, a sheath until he had checked out, until he and she had started a relationship.

Ben wasn’t listening to me. He was rubbing his glans against her pubes.

‘Sheath man’ I whispered.

No response. My great mate was on automatic pilot. His brains were inside his cock.

‘Fucking well stop…right now!’

Silence. A stunned silence as Ben glares across at me. I causing a scene, halting the vibe of the evening.

Emily whispers icily.
‘You will use a sheath Ben…Mags is my friend.’

It could have gone either way. But suddenly affronted Ben chose the door and without a word. I saw him brush past us and slam the door as he left. It was fucking devastating. I thought that i knew the man, and right then I was furious. He had just wantonly, selfishly, humiliated a beautiful woman who had been so sexy with him all evening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was furious.

You wonder what to do in this situation. I wondered whether Mags was cross with me, whether she wanted to take the risk with Ben? She came to me though, glancing at Emily. When she started to sink to the floor, to suck on my bare cock, I stopped her, caught her beneath her elbows and brought her up to me. We were ‘family’, she knew I was centred on Emily that I didn’t put it about. I started to kiss her open mouthed and after glancing Em’s way, she responded. I was guessing it, guessing that Em wanted me to fuck the lady, that this is what the protective alpha should do. You couldn’t talk about this, it would seem way too strange. So I kissed Mags instead, pulling her pubes against my cock. Emily must have been turned on, aroused by the fact that her man was taking charge of proceedings. Ben was NOT going to mess up the evening.

‘Lie on the bed, and show Jezz your sex’ Emily said firmly.
Mags did as she was told, manicured nails against her luxuriant bush, her pink insides when she parted her lips. The Cartier slipped down her wrist, creating a decadent motif.

Emily pushed the boots back over Mags bare feet. It was very sexy, choker, boots and little else.

‘Jezz will enjoy you bareback, he’s safe. You submit, you take his load, understand.’

I docked, feeling the tightness of this very beautiful woman. She grimaced and then gasped, her back arching. She had to take it anyway and I worked on in.

‘Its only tight for a while,’ Emily assured her, ‘once he is fucking you regularly it will be easier.’

I hooked those boots up over my shoulder and made Mags gasp.
‘You hot little bitch, I’ve been wanting this all night long’ I breathed. I wasn’t lying either.
Mags nails dug into the bed, but I could feel her at last, moving with my rhythm, taking cock, searching for it, responding rather than simply lasting through it.

I loved the way Mags thighs tensed, the way she ran her fingers down my flanks and onto my hips.
‘Oh god, oh god…please, I want you.’

‘Give it her darling, make her cum’ Emily insisted.

I drove hard. I drove like never before, out of greed, and anger and awe. What were these women like…so brilliant man, so brilliant.
Mags was gasping now, taking the thumping onslaught. She clung to me, her whole body spasming with the orgasm.

‘There’s a good girl, that’s better isn’t it. Loosen up darling, let him shoot his load deep.’
I ejaculated and it felt as thought I might break in two. A spine can’t bend that far forward can it?

My buttocks were clenching, rhythmically, doing the business as designed.

A gentle knock on the door. It must be James.
‘Don’t worry about him, I’ll take him to the guest bedroom, it’s time he started lapping again. You look after Margaret tonight. I love you.’ Emily kissed me, slowly, playfully. Did she say that, those words?

After Em left I pulled out. I unzipped Mags boots and she set too, with her mouth. She was so hot, so attentive,
‘You’re going nowhere tonight, you’re staying in my bed.’ I growled.

Sunday lunchtime-now. Mags was up early making fresh bread, preparing a brunch for us all. James has brought me up coffee and Emily snuggles into the big bed, dressing only in a silk housecoat. She is cold, but I pull her too me, kissing her slowly.

‘You OK with last night babe?’
‘More than OK’ she responds, ‘I’m sorry Ben messed up. Don’t be too harsh, he was greedy and Mags, well she looked a vixen.’
I ask whether she has James behaving nice and meek and she smiles, ‘of course.’ She wonders whether I enjoyed Mags and I nod.
I can’t think so clearly right now, so I don’t answer the question about will I train Mags? I somehow guess that Emily wants me too, to support Em as well as submit to me. Perhaps it seems too vulgar to have to do it yourself? I don’t know. Honest, this is crazy.

This right now is way too deep. It is beyond my comfort zone and experience. I am too early in my relationship with Em to be managing Mags as well. However sweet and available Mags is, its a significant extra responsibility. Ben was meant to be her distraction, to fuel her life when she wasn’t serving Emily. I will have to think on this, but if I don’t do something of what Emily expects she will be disappointed. I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all. There is so much to think about. Has my woman thought about the dynamics of this. How the hell will James cope watching Mags so much in my thrall too? Em can control a lot, but this is more complex than i know much about.

‘After brunch, we go to the pub’ I said airily. ‘and you make sure that James is nice and well behaved towards all three of us’.
Em thinks this a good idea. It is very sexy showing off her control of James to Mags. Yes, its a very good idea she decides.

The pub has wi fi, but this will be short-whilst the three of them shoot some pool and I use the tablet. Its a nice pub and not yet ankle deep in water. You got the snow in North America, we got the rain. As Mags didn’t have change of clothes she is in rock chick mode again and Em wears tan leather jodphurs beneath a pair of boots of her own. Poor James.

We walk down the lane, ahead of Mags and her son, us hand in hand having one of those dangling conversations. They’re reliving history, I can hear Mags referring to Andreas, her old flame. Back to us though.

‘I’m with you because you’re not an idiot. I like it that you use your brain Jezz.’
‘Nothing but compliments, you know how to spoil a guy uh?!’
‘I don’t want you to have harem, I wouldn’t put up with that.’
I haven’t raised the subject, but Em is guessing my concerns. I’m not an harem guy. Hell, it would get way too complicated and I’m not so mesmeric that I could hold all that attention. Know your limits.
‘But fucking Margaret is really nice. She adores you and she certainly doesn’t pretend to compete with me.’
‘I’m a good girl treat then?’
‘Don’t be so smart arsed Jezz. Yes I will say when, but its not like that. Don’t bloody tell me that fucking her was a chore last night.’
‘It certainly wasn’t. I wanted her.’
‘Good, you were meant to. She deserves some decent male attention. And don’t worry…her periods stopped five years back..you won’t give her a bun in the oven.’

We walk on a while and a cock pheasant bursts from the hedge and whirrs across the lane. Over here they’re bred to be shot at. Fed too much and the shits hardly get airborne.

‘Ben isn’t right for her. He didn’t once ask about her as a person, what she did, what she liked. Where did you find him?’
‘Some shit hole may be, sorry, I didn’t think he would be that bad. Anyway, you said last night that his greed was understandable.’
‘Alright..but he wasn’t good enough. There’s no rush on this. Let’s see what Mags wants. Perhaps she would like a devoted hubby who is ready to be cucked. Perhaps she doesn’t need an Andreas, but rather a man to do her bidding.’

The possibilities seem endless now. But I am struck by how savvy this girl is. Things work out. Things change. You don’t have to nail things down hard. Leave a little room for movement. Now I have part of it. Emotional intelligence, Em has it by the bucket load. Its why she is so captivating…that and her cute ass. Wish you could see her bending over the edge of that pool table.

Ben calls when I get home, and says that the drink had the better of him last night. He shouldn’t have been so snotty with us. He likes Mags, and wants to see her again. He will wear a sheath. I say I will pass the message on, even though there isn’t an apology included. But I tell him honestly, he hasn’t got much of a chance. She is probably too good for him, too classy. ‘But but but…’I laugh, ‘it was all butt wasn’t it man, nothing about her as a woman. As I say, I’ll tell her you want to see her again, but don’t hold your breath.’

He doesn’t deserve Mags, he’s not ready for her. Em is right, entirely right. Besides I am very fond of her, both Em and I are.

Thanks for the encouragement. Posting here helps reflection and keeping it in one place stops ‘Jezz’ posts cluttering up everywhere!

We’re all away on various work assignments today, but this lull does give the chance to reflect on what I’ve noticed about the way Em handles cunnilingus. There may be some pointers here for would be hot wives. I’ll try not to sound too trite, or obvious, tell me if I am and of course ask questions, share views and experiences as seems best. I’ve watched both James and Mags lick my girl out and of course Em and I have talked about it all. I’ve encouraged her to be a bitch and she has responded instinctively.

Attitude first. Em sees her cunny differently now, its literally the seat of so much power. She expects to be licked out, she expects to exert power using her pussy. ‘Its habit forming for James, I want him to need his fix, the look, the smell and the taste of my sex.’ She notes that its different for the cuck. For one thing her sex lips are bigger, after so frequently being engorged with blood. His licking and my thrusting produce a more petulant pussy. Her sex hole is bigger, she has taken a lot of thick cock. Both things change how a girl sees her sex. It is dominant, it exudes more scent and is (she is sure) much more addictive when a girl is being fucked regularly by a bigger guy. Em has looked at her pussy in the mirror, touched herself for pleasure and really likes the way her sex helps her control her husband. She is senstized to its appeal, you just have to see her in tight jeans, the way she stands hips on tilt. She knows when men are looking down there at her crotch. She plays games in her head, wondering whether they want to fuck it or lick it. Em certainly thinks of her sex as something to be worshipped. That sounds crazy to most women, but it happens. Its a change to what you could call goddess thinking. The idea that men worship her place of fertility I guess. I give pussy a pounding but it is handled quite differently by James.

Position: Em uses several positions. She likes to stand and pull up the hem of the skirt, so that she can watch James start to delicately lick at her lips. This is a fav position for several reasons. Its the one she wants to use when she has trained James to lick her out in public. That’s some way off, their are friends to acquaint with our lifestyle but she pictures it nonetheless. James has to kneel before her. She practises this with him in the bedroom before a full length wardrobe mirror. She puts her boot encased foot up on the bed, increasing the visual pull of her sex. Her lips gape that way and because they are quite big James cannot miss it! He is made to lick her boots first. If she is feeling especially horny, then he starts with the soles irrespective of how dirty they are. He has to make the grade before he can kiss his way tenderly up her legs and onto the sensitive inner thighs. Using this position she has considerable control, grabbing his man of hair and pulling his mouth on and off her cunny as she wishes. ‘Lick it nicely!’ she snaps, if he gets too eager. Sitting on his face is good too, but then she can be a tad selfish. If it is all about her own pleasures, then she flicks her skirt over his head and grinds down onto his face. Its a ruthless sort of oral, because she starts to play with her breasts and forgets the guy below. He is intoxicated by her scent beneath the skirt tent and she isn’t giving him much space to breath. I’ve watched James tap her thighs frantically when he panics at lack of breath, but she gives little. ‘Just fucking luck it will you!’ James has a better chance if she keeps her skirt hem up and holds pussy just out of range. The teasing sit strains James’ neck. I listen as James begs, ‘please, please, please M’am.’ Giggling doesn’t help his morale. She is playful then, taunting and teasing. Reverse sit on his face is usually a teaching position. She has his cock unlocked and will masturbate him. Em knows how to ruin an orgasm.

Devotional head. The sort of head that I’ve seen least of is devotional head. That’s because this is usually a private thing between her and James. Em describes it though and that gets me stiff. ‘I like this in a quiet afternoon and when we have lots of time. I don’t want James to hurry because this bonds us. I tend to sit on the bed, legs akimbo and I have James nuzzle between my thighs. I hold my sex lips open for him to show him how big my hole is now. ‘If I have Jezz’s baby it will need to be big, won’t it dear?!’ James is made to take his time, he has to kiss my sex a lot. I like to hear him inhaling deeply, and once he has smelled pussy he starts to talk in the required way. ‘Oh God…I’m so addicted to this!’ I stroke his hair, and soothe reassuringly, ‘That’s not a problem sweetie, as long as you do as you’re told Madam likes you to lick!’. I want him to talk lots, to tell me just how hooked on me he is. ‘I adore you..I can’t help it.’ I am so turned on by that and whisper, ‘good boy…its natural isn’t it, of course you are’. ‘Your cunt, its so controlling, I dream about it, I fantasize about it, I can’t work thinking about it sometimes!’ I stroke his hair hair again and respond, ‘that’s how it should be. My cunny is too good for your cock isn’t it. This is Jezz’s pussy, isn’t it!?’ He responds yes, yes, and I tell him to start sucking my lips. ‘Just picture it Jamie…my pussy stretched around Jezz’s shaft. Can you see that?’ He can of course- the scent has him and he is mine. Oh so slowly, I draw him towards my clitoris and at long last he is allowed to tease me there. I climax greedily. James is never allowed to come. This sort of head is always about me-heightening the thought of you fucking me you bastard!’

Cream pie head. Its impractical for a cuck to talk a great deal when he is cream pie licking. Emily rides his face often holding herself a few inches up from his face and the jizz streams out. Because she is stretched down there, if she wishes, she can relax her muscles and James has to lick and lap as fast as he can. Great globules of thick cum drop out, depending on how much she and I have been rutting. It is noisy, sensual of sound and very visual. Watching him swallow and then reach up to clean her lips is so sensual. His face is smeared with the stuff and she holds his head steady so she can wipe herself across his face. We kiss a lot at that time and she pants with the sensuous feelings and all the dirty thoughts. ‘I’m your whore…I have always wanted YOU’ she gasps whilst he cleans up. Women tell me that this is the horniest moment of all. The submission thing, the rite of conquest. It must have been done down along the centuries, the alpha female taking her lover and requiring the also ran to clean up.

Not quite head. This is when Em is feeling more than a bit of bitch. James is put down there, often beneath a skirt for a good long while and told to kiss her thighs, to brush his lips across her pube hairs. So near and yet so far, James isn’t allowed to lick. Picture it, some friends come over for coffee and we sit at stools around the kitchen bench. I’ve ordered him below to breath in the goodness, to show just how much control Em has. She lets him nuzzle into position and he kisses the tops of her stockings. We chat idly, James still down below. She glances down to see if he is well behaved and he is. So she takes her thong and he pulls it to one side. There, that’s better, more scent and sight of what he will never fuck again. Head ain’t all about touch, it can be a hint of touch too!

Email just received from Emily:

Jezz darling, Guess what, Duncan, one of James’s bosses at work has asked whether I would go to Amsterdam with him for three days, to cover some sort of conference! Duncan isn’t the shit line manager James talks about, he is the senior exec who decides a lot of projects and career opportunities. We met at a party once and he undressed me with his eyes. I would love to fuck him, but it would only be with your permission and if it suited our plans. What do you think?

[my reply]
Emily babe, this is hot! But you have to be strategic here, to make it work for your scene with James. You ain’t going to ask winky man whether or not to go will you! Just tell him that you are going, that you will be away for a few days and that he has to just live with it. Tell him that Duncan asked you, that he probably wants to fuck you but that you will chat details over with me. I’m curious to see whether James comes begging for solace at my door!

[Emily]
God, I love you- I knew you would say that! Shall I give it to Duncan, it would be so sexy to think of someone at work who could just send James away. So, so sexy.

[more résponse from yours truly]

You fuck the guy hard, but you tell him too that you already have a lover. He is servicing you whilst away because I’m not around. Make it clear that he has to be very discrete if he is to get inside your knickers. He has to understand that you wear the trousers back home and that you will test this liaison to see whether another guy can respect limits. Ground rules now babe, no bareback, no cock sucking and you make it clear to the guy, this is a limited thing. In return you want his phone number, just in case you want your husband tied up with some extra work sometime.

[Emily]
I’m wetting myself. Are you sure?

[Last response]
Very sure, provided that the guy is discrete, and personable, and you want to use him, go ahead. Make him crave you, be a siren but remember, sheaths. James, I and Mags are part of this circle. You have to be so strict about that!’.

[Emily]
I will be…you’re precious to me. If he doesn’t measure up I’ll enslave him. That would be funny wouldn’t it!

What next? The temptation to call James and tell him what I have arranged is huge. But I haven’t and this is Em’s thing. Its another humiliation and she will love it. Its another step to a few more people knowing, and liking how she lives. I must leave her to handle the news. Meantime, I’m going to give Mags a good evening or two. I will clear it with Em and then service the mare silly. Whichever way James sees it, the ladies in his family are getting it on!

This is really going to test James. He’s only just back from denial land. But if he is to live this way, then Emily fucks who she wants, or I direct. He just has to grimace a bit.
Suddenly the days better, shit it is so much better.

Email relayed:

From Emily
To James
cc Jezz

Sweetie, Duncan is taking me to Amsterdam next week to tie up that business I spoke about months ago. He said he will email you with the travel instructions, but I will be away three days. Jezz knows about this and knows that Duncan will probably want to fuck me. I’m putting your winky back in the cage for the duration, but don’t whine. Its a short time, not a punishment, and when i get back you can take me out to help chose the bracelet to go with my watch. There’s a nice fee for the work I’m doing, so don’t panic about your bank balance.

Whilst I’m away you’re to treat Mags as mistress of the house.

Sort out a bag for me, I will chose from the clothes that you put out. You might have to get some of them dry cleaned especially. I must look smart.
Em

Email again…how quick is that!

From James
To Jezz

Have you seen this Jezz? Shit, she can’t be serious can she? I’m only just out of gaol!

[response]

Calm down man, its only three days. Meantime you can practice cooking for Mags and I. Think of you James the chef!

[James]
Please Jezz, not the glib lines. He will fuck her! You should have seen him at the party back last year. He wanted to fuck her into next year. It will get out at work, that Emily is fucking other men. You’ve got to do something.

[response]
Like what James? She fucks who she pleases and you wait around OK? That’s the deal man. And don’t start all that crap about wanting pics or to hear about the fucking. Emily is your mistress. Just accept that she is taking cock. She’s your better man, don’t get above station.

[James]
She’s doing my head in! For fuck’s sake Jezz, please.

[Last response]
No man. This is what its like. This is how you live now. Be sweet, encourage her to enjoy it. Buy her some new undies, show that you support her. Don’t come fucking whining to me do you hear?

Went over to Emily’s yesterday just to check that James was behaving himself. My girl presses her husband very hard sometimes. I needn’t have worried, James was behaving as nice as pie and fixed me a drink as soon as I got there. ‘You don’t have to dash off do you darling, I need to fuck!’ I smiled. How can you refuse a beautiful woman when she says that! Before we did that there were a few things to be done with James and I could stick around and advise. We proceeded upstairs to Emily’s boudoir (remember James sleeps elsewhere most of the time, so the term is very appropriate). There were two large cases out on the bed, excessive maybe for a three day trip away with Duncan, but then again not when you want lots of nice clothes to tease him with. There were three pairs of shoes and two pairs of boots and Em was in ruthless mode. ‘Get these reheeled tomorrow will you and both pairs of boots need a bit more polish. Fix that.’ James nodded and dropped his head in submission as he tends to do when he is on best behaviour. ‘Good’ said Em, not quite believing that it was this easy. She checked the designer jeans, the business suits, the silk blouses and the collection of lingerie that James had set out on the bed. ‘Suspender belt and stockings, add those in please’ (her tone is clipped and ultra efficient and now James winces). She has touched on a soft spot and she isn’t about to let James get away with things. ‘Talk to me James. You know the rule, no little secrets!’

James looks my way. Does he want me out the room? Does he want some sort of support? Neither are coming his way right now. I like seeing him debase himself before her. As a bull you have to confront what heightens sex for you. It isn’t ‘nice’ but it is what enables you to greedily take a married woman.

Emily gives James her hand. It is a strange and erotic gesture as though this will instantly help him confide his thoughts. I’ve never seen this before, never seen a hot wife do that. He starts to kiss the palm of her hand. He is seated on the edge of the bed and he is kissing her hand. Its like she is feeding him or something. Perhaps it is like when a serf kisses the ring of his lord and master, I’m not sure.

‘At the party, I know, I don’t have a right to know, but…but, did you fuck Duncan?’

‘That’s impertinent isn’t it. Do you want to say sorry?’ Emily’s voice is a whisper. She could so easily damn him for speaking out of line.

‘Yes..yes, sorry. I was stupid, it was silly, just a terrible doubt, I’m sorry.’

Emily visibly relaxes, her body loosens. Its clear that she doesn’t want undue tension before she leaves for Amsterdam next week.

‘Here…’she says, and lefts the hem of her skirt.

James sets too, shame faced in front of me, delicately licking at Em’s pert sex. She steers him on the straight and narrow. Don’t forget what you crave my friend!

‘I really feel uncomfortable about…well about the chemistry.’

‘Why?’ Em, directs him up to her clitty. Is she enjoying this so much?!

‘Well, because you seemed such a couple at the party. I could imagine you married to him. I could picture you leaving me.’

This is such a deep angst moment, such an intimate thing between a couple that I know it is time to withdraw some. I say that I am fetching another drink, and withdraw to the landing outside the bedroom. The door is slightly ajar and I can hear them speak. James has a bit more space to share his worries.

‘Duncan is very successful isn’t he. He’s quite young to get that position.’

I can still hear the intimate sounds of oral sex. Em moans softly as James licks.

‘He seems so natural for you…so right. He has your attitude about life, grabbing it by the throat.’

‘I did masturbate after the party…it was so sexy. I kept thinking about Duncan fucking me casually, after he had sent you to go and have something to eat.’

‘You were thinking about him. You were thinking about being with him big time?’

‘Yes of course. I wanted him…you do understand don’t you?’

I hear James clear his that. This isn’t easy.

‘I want you to have whatever you want, you are so very beautiful. He would fuck you beautifully, I know.’

‘Do you like the thought of him fucking me next week then? Is that what this is about too?’

Deep sigh- I can hear it yards away.

‘Yes…shit…yes.’

‘Jezz says that I am to put it on a plate for him and give him big eyes. I am to make him realise that I am his to play with. You accept that don’t you, that Jezz owns me in that way. I want it too though, to feel him forcing my legs up over my head and thrusting his prick into me.’

‘Oh God…please, I want to wank.’

‘That’s alright baby. It’s OK this time. Pull on your winky.’

‘He’ll drop snide comments at work…there will be little innuendos about my balsy wife.’

‘Well…it goes with the territory sweetie. If you don’t act like a man, then others will.’

There are grunts and gasps. James is erupting, his winky gushing spunk with barely a touch.

‘I will ask Duncan to be discrete, but you know that this does have to come. You will have to tell a few people that better men fuck me. You will need to live with what they think, that you are not good enough I mean.’

More grunts and then James rasps,

‘I know…fuck it, I know woman!’

Silence. I wonder what is happening. Is James having to clear up the spunk fountain, the sticky residue from the bed.

‘Was that nice baby?’ Emily’s voice purrs.

‘Oh God yes’.

‘Good. Now clear the cases from the bed and then find Jezz. Unless I get a decent fucking I will die!’

I won’t regale you with the fun we shared, but it was intense. It was hot precisely because of listening to him, the way Em had used this to ramp up her arousal as well as to manage some deep and shameful need in him. It had been confessional head, supplicant and revealing. I noted that Em hadn’t reassured James that she wouldn’t leave him for Duncan. Some things remain on the hook. She would remember and probably use this insecurity. I would deepen their game together. I picture Em receiving wedding invitation some time in the future and taking Duncan along instead of James. It would twist James psyche like crazy! It wouldn’t be me that went along, the more physical presence. She would chose Mr success, Mr I have it all and can look after a lady like Emily. Deep down, even if Em doesn’t think it consciously, she knows how to press James’ button on this. It will be a resource in their devotion pack.

Elsewhere in Luvr’s blog site I have referred to some thoughts on bitch hood. I like it in a woman, and especially if it is instinctive. It makes me want her. With some women bitchiness is almost a natural state. It inspires devotion in the weak and lust in the strong. Its a challenge set down before you. Master me or submit at my heels. It is deeply, deeply, sexy and Emily has it in full. It is why this thread continues. For all those want to be cucks, this is instructive. The key thing seems to be helping your wife discover what she likes and then helping her to think of these as rights. It shouldn’t be full on, but arranged over the longer term. Clean the house, do the boot cleaning, spot what she needs by way of new undies and get them for her, without making a big song and dance of it. Grab all the opportunities to lick pussy and show you love this. She will enjoy it too, but realise that perhaps that someone else should do the fucking. She will slowly come to terms with the fact that she pities you and then despises your weaknesses. I must chat more with Em, about that process. James was so ready for it and she was so keen, but there are going to be pointers there, I am sure!

Chats today on the phone…

First with James who thanks me for stepping out of the room last evening. He guesses that I heard or was told everything by Em, but that doesn’t matter. It was the gesture that counts. He now knows that Em is going away Monday and will drive his mistress to the airport to meet up with Duncan. She has told him that he is to be sure to thank Duncan for looking after her. He is to encourage the guy to take his wife out, he is, well, ‘broad minded’. Can he say that? Last night he doubted it. Today it seems easier and he thinks that he will. Emily has insisted that he puts her on a plate for the guy, that he makes the conquest easy. She will tell Duncan on the plane afterwards (she has told me) that her husband is lovely but weak. He is a sap. I say ‘good man James’ and if I have the time I really want to witness this at a distance. I don’t need to hear what is said, I just want to study the body language. My girl is so horny and James is bending like a reed in the wind. Perhaps I can make the airport just to lurk and savour it all! Perhaps not, I want to see Mags as well.

The chat with Em is horny. She is getting very excited by Duncan and the way she can use the trip to ‘screw James down tight ‘(her phrase, not mine). He is being ‘such a good boy now’. I take the opportunity to say I was thinking of spending a couple of nights with Mags at their place. I was thinking James could cook for us, I could fuck Mags and begin to talk about what she might like as regards training. Em likes having a maid, but I suspect equally that Mags could become a friend over time, if I helped her develop her bitchiness. The idea intrigues Emily. She is sincerely undecided about this, loving the domination of Margaret, but liking the idea that she could join the sisterhood too. I’m free to play. ‘Darling, let’s talk when I get back, but right now, Mags certainly does need her pussy stretching.’

Last I call Mags and say that her mistress has sanctioned a couple nights fun for her with yours truly. I’m polite, ask if she is interested and she is very enthusiastic! Right then, we’ll spend Monday pm in London, going to a gig, and then come back to Em’s to sleep. I’ll have James cook lunch before we go. On the Tuesday I’m taking her down to Brighton to see some waves, to get into the scene down there. I know a few people and she will look so horny to them. So she had better bring clothes over for both days..’you know babe, something steamy.’ Mags wonders whether we are ‘house sitting’ in some way and I say that we are husband sitting. She has to help me keep James in order. She will have to be a bit bossy. Great idea that, I want to see if she could be a bitch.

This evening the door bell rings and to my surprise there in the doorway is Mags! She is bloody hot, dressed in a pair of torn denim hot pants, over black tights and tightly laced Victorian ankle boots. She wears the Cartier watch and a matching pale blue chambrey blouse. She looks utterly fuckable. ‘Can I come in Jezz? I want to talk with you about next week. If we’re going to superintend James, then I need to share a few things.’ I invite her in and we drink a glass of red wine. I watch her sit on the couch and cross her long legs. Ben missed out on so much!

‘You know that James dad left us, when James was around 15. It wasn’t easy.’

‘I can imagine, ‘ I say, ‘wasn’t that back when you were seeing Andreas and wanted to persuade your husband to roll over for the guy?’

She nods. ‘Andreas was fucking me. The affair had been going on for a couple of months and I couldn’t give him up. Sex with Andreas was hypnotic. When my husband was away on business I would go over to Andreas’s and we would fuck intensively. I would have the housemaid look after James, serve up his meals etc. My husband was getting suspicious, starting to suspect that someone else had my affections. I’m sure that James fuelled those suspicions. I asked my husband to consider sharing me. I was honest. He would have the platonic side of the relationship, but Andreas would be my lover. The only person to fuck me would be Andreas.’

‘But hubby wouldn’t roll over would he?’

‘No…I loved him. I tried. I didn’t want to break my marriage, but I couldn’t live without Andreas. I needed my husband to accept that I dreamt about Andreas all the time, that I needed Andreas to service me. We tried it briefly. My husband met my lover and even thanked him for making me so happy. For a brief moment I thought it might work. Andreas fucked me in front of my husband one night though, and he didn’t cope. He walked out the door and didn’t come back.’

‘Did James blame you for the break up?’

‘For sure, the next years were rough. He had this cosy idea that women didn’t have an appetite when it came to sex. He thought that we just lay back and put up with things. I tried to explain about ovulation and the crazy urges it could trigger. but he never got that.’

‘Did you see other guys then, did you try to create a new family?’

Mags draws a deep breath.

‘Yes…but they were of a sort. They were all very masculine. Some of them tried to take James to games, skiing or sailing or such like. But James struggled with all of that. He still had his dad up as right, as nice, as proper chap.’

I saw it now. This told me things about why James needed Emily to be a bitch to him. Perhaps he was damaged in some way? Perhaps he had just learned a need, to associate sexual arousal with humiliation. I was soon wondering whether we should be doing all this stuff with James. I would need to talk with the guy. I needed to know for sure that he truly loved it, that he really wanted it.

‘So next week will be reminder, about those times, when a big man was always fucking me. But he is older now and he has said to me that he chose Emily because she is so self assured. He thinks he was looking for that type of woman. He wanted a woman to be a bitch to him.’

‘Right, …heavy stuff’ I say.

‘Yes, heavy, but manageable. It might even help him to see his mum as a woman. It might help to see me being with you. We will have to see, but I don’t want you to start the week not knowing these things.’

I kiss her and her lips are soft. She draws my hand to her hotpants and pulls down the full length exposed zip at the crotch. My fingers are drawn inside, over the flimsy waist band of her tights and back down to the wetness below. She is as sloppy as hell, her sex hot and moist. I can feel the pulse in her clitoris and yes, it is racing.

‘I’m going to fuck you silly next week’ I whisper, fingering her sex.

‘of course’ and then…. ‘you’re not disgusted with me for being so selfish years ago?’

‘No…you’re a woman, he needs to understand that.’

She grinds her sex against my hand. She wants it, that is obvious. But I am firm.

‘You’d better go babe. Emily says next week, right? You get cock next week.’

She looks crestfallen, the girl who didn’t win the gymkhana. I usher her gently to the door and she turns for a kiss.

‘Thanks for listening’

‘No problem’ and we kiss again, open mouthed.

Don’t remember dreaming that often, but the psychologists tell us that we do this every night. I remember last night’s dream though. I am giving Mags a length, really rough and hard in this luxurious bedroom. Its a brass bed and I’m really making the frame creak! The rhythm of it is hypnotic and I seem to go on forever, tipping Mags into repeated and urgent orgasms. I’m one of her lovers way back when. She is a little bit sad, a little bit needful, but she certainly knows how to ride. There is a real dignity about the lady, she is honest about her needs. I feel her legs wrap around me, see how her breasts and neck flush puce as she shudders through her climaxes. I feel so lusty but also concerned. She is so beautiful, so poised in her public life. She deserves a good sex life. I wake suddenly. Kissing Mags that way last night had an effect and how.

From this mornings email in box…

Jezz Darling,

Made James earn his pussy licks last night, it was so sexy. I had him draft a letter that I might show to Duncan whilst I’m away. Probably won’t because I’m yours and it might be sexier to give Duncan a wistful taste of heaven, but it is very horny (below). Tell me what you think!

Dear Duncan,

Your business trip away with Emily has prompted some serious reflection, and it goes back to the party we were at together last year. My wife is beautiful, headstrong, discerning and very sensuous. She has referred several times to that night, about how attractive you are. She liked the way you put your hands on her bottom when you danced. I didn’t see that, but she has told me. She taunts me about it. What Emily wants Emily gets, that is how we are. So hence this letter, inviting you to fuck her. She wants you to know that I am her ‘yes M’am’. I will be meek and mild. I won’t say a word and accept that you might date her as well. I’ll work with you to handle this discretely, so that you can enjoy her. If after the trip things develop, I will report to your office at an agreed time to hear your terms. I am devoted to my wife and will live with what she demands.

Best regards,
James

Emilyxx

My reactions? Its bloody arousing, sure is and I wonder how deep Em and James’ thing goes. Have they talked about the origins of his need for humiliation? You learn something more each day. I’ll go on learning for months here. People are so rich and complex.

This interview is for all those curious wives out there, those who wonder what it is like fucking with a bull in front of your husband. I reckon its important to get the female perspective on this, to explore briefly the feelings and the sensations. Emily said she was happy to help and hope it seems of interest.

Jezz: So do you like fucking with me in front of James and if so, why?

Emily (laughs): Well you know that I do, because we do it a lot. I like the intimacy of it, being with two men, watching you control my husband and feeling at the centre of things for you both. Now, but not at the start, I enjoy the way that this humiliates James, but that is something that has evolved. I’m by no means sure that humiliation is quite such a big thing for other couples.

Jezz: some women could feel used, as though they were a performing seal or something?

Emily: Perhaps, but you are there for your own pleasures. If you turn your husband on then that is sexy too, but I think that you must be honest with yourself and say I want this man and I insist on having him.

Jezz: Is that attitude more common these days?

Emily: Yes, and for an obvious reasons. Women are more powerful. We often out earn our husbands, we may own the property, so we tend increasingly to make the rules. We have started to see sex in a different way, not like men do as a series of thrills but in terms of behaviour that cement sexy possibilities in the head. Women can think of a dinner as sex, dating as sex, we don’t lock sex in the bedroom. As we’ve started to explore what we like, so we start to insist on controlling sex. If you have a compliant husband then you are very lucky, because your explorations can go so much further.

Jezz: so how do you go about this, the threesome sex I mean and what seems important for the lady new to this?

Emily: Well, its preparation. You don’t come to this until your husband is used to the idea that your lover is already fucking you. He is obviously excited by the fact that you are cuckolding him. You’re sure that he is compliant and will do as you and your lover says. Alright, he has his special word, the get out clause, but if you prepare things right he won’t consider using it. I used to masturbate James a lot, talking about how you touched me, kissed me, teased me, so I was always associating the talk of you with pleasure in his cock. I was heavy on the rewards back then, encouraging him to want more of this.

Jezz: And on the evening itself?

Emily: Well, the atmosphere has to be perfect and for us…as you should know…that’s about candles and soft lighting, but its about the way you dress so that your husband knows that you want sex, but just not with him. I wear a lot of boots because that is James weak spot (laughs). I think I could make him do anything if I am wearing the right boots. I like to involve him in dressing me. This is a ritual at first. It is a performance the first few times. It becomes natural and casual a lot later, when he has watched you fuck with your lover a good deal more.

Jezz: Do you talk a lot in preparation?

Emily: Yes, about my pleasures and needs, what you will do to me, but remember darling that this is our humiliation thing. James needs a big dollop of that! For other women I guess the talk might be more about mutual pleasures, the sights, sounds and smells, the delicious wickedness of breaking conventions and having threesome sex. I think it helps if you feel that you are being daring together. What is very important is rehearsing attitudes though. I think the husband needs to understand what you and your lover will expect. I would say that first time he should co operate in a very active way. He can be made to witness in the corner later. At the start its good to have him feeling he has a purpose.

Jezz: Can you give an example?

Emily: Well yes. You remember that I used to tell James that he was my cushion, behind my head. He was to lie sideways on the bed, with my head on his tummy. It was a good start position, because he could watch you thrusting inside me, he could reach and play with my tits and he could kiss me to show his approval of what we were doing. Hd felt very close when you and i involve him in that way.

Jezz: Is the more advanced co operation then?

Emily: You know there is you oaf! Later…honestly girls, much later, you can get your husband to take your lover’s cock out for him, to hold it steady when you lower yourself onto it. But that is advanced stuff and way before you have your husband suck bull cock. Start modestly.

Jezz: So I arrive and we kiss at the door, how does all this feel knowing that your husband is watching?

Emily: delicious….wanton…..wicked…..really really privileged. You think how many woman don’t have one relationship where you have two. You kiss your lover and shyly look across at your husband. To see the arousal in his face is such a big thrill. It is so steamy to watch his face change, arousal, longing, pangs of jealousy and doubt. You can rub all the worries away, but that can come later. Right now you are the siren and you will get your own way!

Jezz: Kissing is erotic isn’t it. It really fuels the arousal.

Emily: I think when I open my mouth to you and take your tongue inside it is a very intimate submission. I am shorter than you so I am looking up. To James it looks the complete submission, the presenting of my body at some deer rut or something. It is so important. You should kiss your lover, not treat him as a cock machine.

Jezz: We fuck in all sorts of places don’t we, but would you recommend the bedroom first time?

Emily: Yes…there is more room there. The bed is a platform for your fun. If you have a big bed there is room for your husband there as well as your lover.

Jezz: What about foreplay?

Emily: That is important and before you undress too. If you rush to undress then its all too mechanical again. No one in a seduction waits to pet until, after all the clothes are thrown off! You have always fingered me beneath my skirt, inside my jeans, and James knows and expects that. My clothes smell of you, my arousal, and he loves that. We are going to take our time with this and it is going to be both rough and playful. So you need a start up act, something that makes the evening arousing.

Jezz: Good idea to have husband undress you?

Emily: It can be, but some husbands are paralysed by all this the first time and have always fantasized by being powerless to stop your lover undress you. I think that you have to read the psychology of it. I like it when you undress me. If James undresses me it is at your instruction. I like the fact that you make him pull boots back onto my feet. Its a way or rubbing his nose in it and working with his fetish.

Jezz: So how are things feeling at this stage?

Emilly: Mmmmmn-lovely! But it won’t be like that at the start. I guess most women will be very anxious. This is the point of no return. You can’t pretend that your lover didn’t fuck you afterwards, that it was just some crazy dream. Its important now that the bull is assertive, that he continues to touch and kiss you. If he is skilful he is talking to the husband all the time, allowing you to simply submit. You concentrate on your own pleasures. What did you use to say to James?

Jezz: Are you seeing this man, do you see how her skin shivers? Hell man, her cunny is so steamy, I can feel it tightening on my fingers.

Emily: Yes, how could I forget! You reminded James that I was eager for this, that he had unleashed my appetite. That’s important. My cunny sucks your cock, it grips it. James used to talk about that afterward with this far away look on his face. Its arousing for me too, but if you stop to think about it, this involved James. He was expected to watch and to comment. You expected him to talk openly about his feelings and urges.

Jezz: We used to let him wank more then!

Emily: Yes, we did and it was good wasn’t it. I liked the way stroking himself enabled him to admire what you did. He was like your partner in some way, making a sexy scene.

Jezz: key question then, what is it like when the bull takes you first time…when he pushes inside you?

Emily: I’m not pandering to your arrogant, inflated ego my friend, but yes, it’s great! In my case I had James teasing my nipples with wetted fingers and your cock full shaft deep inside my sex. It was, and always is still, utterly blissful! Its wonderful though because you know that your lover fits, that he can take you deep. You have already climaxed on him before. He has taken you to heaven and back. If you don’t know that, if the first time is this time, in front of your husband, then you could panic!

Jezz: So bull is thrusting away- how do things seem and feel then?

Emily: Well, if you are holding your husband’s hand you grip it hard. He needs to know how hard your orgasm is and he needs to know too that you want him close too. Remember that you are losing it at this stage anyway. When you are fucked by a big cock there is always that journey to delirium. Before you get there though, you look at your husband and see how turned on he is, how mesmerised he is. If you doubt yourself, and some do, you might whisper, ‘you wanted this…you wanted him to fuck me!’. I know that sounds like a caption on some porn picture, but women do say it. Its a way of deflecting blame. Look, I can’t hep myself on this cock. I will soon be his. But remember how we got here!

Jezz: How much does husband figure as the fucking progresses?

Emily: Increasingly he doesn’t! You abandon yourself to it. Its the moment where you are instinct…you’re not sensible, you’re not nice and you’re certainly not conventional. You just want as much of this cock up inside you as you can and your head is swimming with the dirtiest thoughts.

Jezz: Such as?

Emily: You egoistic bastard Jezz! You sure this is for the blog? Well…OK, about getting pregnant by the guy, fucking in a park with him, shocking friends by explaining you have a husband and a lover. Its the pandora’s box that you unlock because you’ve got a husband to help manage all the adventures.

Jezz; Its pleasurable?

Emily: That is an understatement. Its simply brilliant. He is fucking you, rough and hard and your husband is submitting to his conquest. He is winning, taking you, and you feel so squirmy hot because he has this passion for you. You want to trigger it again and again and with you that’s easy. I do what James also needs and i keep putting my husband down.

Jezz: No tricks?

Emily: No tricks that first time- just full on, balls deep sex. You can learn to suck cock, to take a load down your throat or up your botty later. Right now, it is the fact and your husband is there, staring wide eyed at it.

Jezz: The bull ejaculates hard- how does that feel?

Emily: You always feel it-because of his girth, because of his balls jerking against your bottom. With you I feel pressure in my tummy. I might kid myself about this, but i swear I can feel your cock head lurching about inside me. If your husband is small, or doesn’t hold an erection well, you will NEVER forget this sensation. It weds you to the lifestyle like nothing else.

Jezz: and what does this trigger?

Emily: expletives! You shout and you swear, you gasp and you groan. If you faked it with your husband before, all is revealed now. Fakes have nothing on this. As you know, I go multiple a lot of the time, but this isn’t scoring points is it. If you have never had an orgasm before and you have one now, well, its branded in your brain. If you have a deeper orgasm, the sort that make your tits tingle, you never forget.

Jezz: That wrecks a husband right?

Emily: Yes

Jezz: You don’t care?

Emily: You can’t care. You’re not in control right then. You are hooked on adonis cock and you are having the hottest sex ever.

Jezz: Do you care later?

Emily: yes you do. The sense of success, relief and gratitude are huge. Its as if the weight of the world has been tipped off your shoulders. You don’t have to be nice anymore. You are a bitch, so live with it. You find your husband’s face and you kiss it all over. You tell him how warm, and sexy, and considerate he has been…and you still have your lover’s cock throbbing inside your quim.

Jezz: Some would say that is wicked?

Emily: I would say it is consensual, that it is honest and that it is liberating. If I’m honest, woman with any drive and intellect, with a half decent body, so look for this. Marry for companionship and fuck by instinct.

Jezz: And afterwards, sloppy seconds?

Emily: or some husbands yes. If they have licked you out before. if they have tasted their own spunk and understand all that. If not, then having then wank over your tummy is sexy too. Its wasting their spunk when your lover’s has got elsewhere-even if it is latex covered.

Jezz: What does being licked out feel like?

Emily: Like being a pharaoh-like being the goddess, so in control, so sensual and so wanton.

Jezz: Run out of questions now!

Emily: So I should think. I need a drink!

From Emily
To James
cc Jezz and Mags

James babe, I know that you will find next week a bit tough, but I have arranged to keep you busy whilst I am away. The following instructions are to be followed to the letter.

1. You will arrange for flowers to be sent to our hotel in Amsterdam and ask that they are placed in our room. I forgot to tell you. Duncan rang to say that he wanted to fuck me. He wanted to book us a double room and wondered whether I would be OK with that? I said yes of course. I had fancied him ever since the party. It seemed to please him! Anyway, you’re to add a note to the bouquet, thanking me for sleeping with Duncan. I think this is a nicer touch than that letter don’t you?

2. Next, you are to treat Mags as the mistress of the house whilst I am away. I know that she is your Mum, but you will address her as M’am, just as you would me. If she tells you to clean, then you clean, do you hear? I don’t want to hear any stories of sullen faces.

3. Jezz is sleeping over and I want you to suck cock for him. You are to take the load do you hear? Mags is going to monitor things using her mobile phone camera. If you’re too squeamish the first time you might need to practice again. She will send me the vid to decide. Now don’t get all silly about this. I know that you dislike it, but practice makes perfect. Mags and I are owned and you need to feel owned too. You are still a man, just not a very masculine one. Please Jezz and you please me. Promise, this will help. I love you remember…just as you are.

PS: The tan boots need another go with the polish sweetie. I can see the improvement, but there is a small scuff mark near the heel. Ask Mags to have you polish hers s practice if you like.

To Emily
From Jezz

Great email darling! I want you to drive Duncan crazy, to make him realise just why you are a bitch queen. I want him dreaming about Amsterdam for months ahead. The more he wants you the better. Don’t worry about James. I’m going to keep an eye on him. This is a difficult stage. Its the first time you’ve been away and he has to get used to the idea that you fuck with proper men. He’s still in the little play ground and you’re in the big one.

Jezzxx

Rang James today and said that I wanted a word. I was thinking about what Mags had told me about his past and yes, I wanted to make sure that he was naturally and completely committed to the lifestyle. I’m no Freudian but I didn’t want this lovely arrangement just to be the antidote working out of feelings about his mother and her choices when it came to sex. If that seems a tad wary and un bull like remember that if some guy were unstable and pulled a knife some time, you might get something cut off! It is a preservation thing. Few of us talk about why we are drawn to the lifestyle-especially in a blog. Its almost too intimate, too difficult. But I think in a relationship the occasional chat helps. You don’t analyse it to death, you just test the waters as it were. It’s important.

James suggested that we meet up in town and that I go with him to order a delivery of flowers. I wonder where they are going- and smiled. We chose this shop that looked as though it could handle an international order and James chose two dozen red roses. They cost a bit. We’re edging towards Valentine’s Day and florists feel the need to make a killing. You should have seen the girl’s face when she read out the message to ensure that it was passed on correct! ‘Thanks for going with Duncan darling- its so sexy, Jamesx’. You could see she wanted to laugh but I shot her her my serious look and she said, ‘yes of course’ and passed my pal the credit cared machine. James was clearly embarrassed, but he covered it well. ‘Just one more thing’ James said, ‘then we can go for a beer. I ambled to the jewellers with him and he picked out a two roll string of pink pearls, done up as a choker with gold fittings. Neck candy. He asked whether I thought they would look nice around Emily’s throat and I said sure. So he bought them and then paid a load to have those delivered to the Amsterdam hotel too. This time the message was more ambiguous, ‘always your choice darling, always right too. Jamesx’

We found a quiet corner in a bar and sank half of our pints in one quick go. We were thirsty.

‘Are you anxious about next week Jezz?’

Was I anxious?!

I shook my head.

‘Are you anxious? ‘ I ventured.

‘A bit…maybe.’ he murmured.

‘About what, Em going away and getting her cunny full of cock?’ Alright, that was gratuitously harsh, but the cuck has to learn.

‘That for sure, but also back at our place. Having Mum queen of the roost.’

‘Listen man, to me she is one sexy and mature lady, one who deserves a lot of male attention. There ain’t many fifty year old women with a figure like hers. She is hot.’

He smirks. Perhaps he is remembering that she has always been hot. There were those other men after all. Mags likes men, proper men.

‘I’ve spent a lot of time pondering sex, why my Mum had a full on appetite for it and I seemed to have to work at things. She is very natural about sex. If we have it then it is there to be used. pussy is meant to be filled. That’s how she saw things.’

‘Right attitude my friend.’

‘Increasingly yeah… I think so, but I didn’t always. I used to think that she was too keen on sex and that dad had it about right.’

‘Did he?’

‘No…not especially. He simply didn’t have enough libido for Mum. It was a mismatch and it took me a long time to see it. I used to blame Mum, to see her needs as our problem.’

‘You seem on better terms these days. You’ve cut her some slack. You let her be sexy.’

‘True. At times I love it. There are times when I am so pleased for her. I never thanked you by the way. I heard how you protected her from Ben. That was nice. I don’t think she expected it and she loves you for it.’

‘I protected Mags because it is the code. If you’re a stranger and you’re riding a lady, you sheath up. There are no questions asked. Don’t confuse your wee head James, I want Mags to take a lot of cock, but it has to be done right.’

‘Are you going to train her to be like my mistress?’

‘Yes.’

‘So you’ll find her a husband to dominate?’

‘A partner, probably…yes. You’ll have a hand in training him, teaching him to lick fanny. I’m going to have you give head to Em and the other guy will learn. Mags has the potential and will benefit. She loves sex enough to want something more than vanilla.’

‘Thought so’ murmured James. ‘You seem committed to the lifestyle. You think its right. You think its natural for some couples.’

‘Some women are dominant and I aim to help them dominate. I’m not afraid of elitism. How do you feel? Where do you come from on this?’

James orders two more beers.

‘I’m excited by it. I shouldn’t be but I am. I love it and hate it because my wife is a bitch. Her trip away scares the hell out of me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m not a grow old gracefully type Jezz. I think you have to think about sex like everything else. Em and I, we could have been chaotic about this, but she found someone, you.’

‘And you like me fucking her?’
‘Yes…I admire the way you handle her. I like the way we explore things as a result. You don’t crowd us all the time. Its easier to cope.’

‘But she will fuck other guys, James, I will see to it. Besides, she will insist on it when she meets more of your betters’

‘I know…I know. I’ll just have to work at that.’

I wonder whether Em will grow out of us? Whether my training and support will help her find another alpha male, perhaps someone to breed with. You can never tell. This one I want to keep. There, I have admitted it.

‘OK then…that’s good man. And you’re ready to have Mags boss you about?’

‘Yes…sickening as it is, I am.’ James actually smiles. This is the game directed by Em. So James does as he is told.

‘That’s good too. It will be nice man, a good few days, you’ll see.’

‘Locked up?’

‘Yeah, even locked up man. I want your opinion later. On whether Mags is becoming a vixen. You can watch and learn, see how `i l help a lady to explore the way. Bet your last dollar that Em gives Mags the key to your cage. That’s hot isn’t it. Mummy back in charge whilst wifey is away fucking.’

James grimaces. I don’t care. Right now he’s not expected to laugh. He is meant to suffer, just a little, as his mistress requires.

Lock up for James was 6 pm last night-Emily shoving his cock into that perspex thing, closing the device as though she was a butcher, shovelling a spoonful of cold mince into a plastic bag. Once upon a time this may have been a sexy ritual, but I’m sure that since James’s hasn’t been allowed to put his cock inside her, that she despises it. Yes, its the mean by which she rules the guy, but that doesn’t mean you admire or like it. If you use a cord to pull a light on, you don’t admire the pull-just what it produces. Her voice is icy as she sets the key down on the sideboard and says, ‘In the morning, make sure you show your mistress where I have put this. If it is moved, if it is used to unlock yourself, you spend six months in lock up do you hear?’ James heard alright. I love the bitchiness of the woman, and tell James that he is sleeping with us tonight. I could portray this as training to you, as a help with his transition to the next few days. But that would be wrong. I want to service Emily like crazy, and to ramp her up for Duncan. I want to taunt James, reading him his sexual fortune. Its going to be a bad cookie- he ain’t going to like what cracks out.

Emily is hot too. She has put on that leather collar about her neck with ‘Jezz’ picked out in sterling silver letters at the front. It is all she wears to bed, and whilst James tries to settle to sleep, Em and I get it on. ‘You looking forward to it babe, taking that exec cock?’ We kiss noisily, slowly. ‘Yes darling…’. I slide my fingers between her thighs and my girl is sopping wet. She is very very hot for this. She begs to suck my cock and she takes a moment or two, taking my prong deep. Its a noisy little interlude. Now she turns to James and gently prods him in the ribs. He has been watching her. Now her mouth is open and luxuriant. He kisses her eagerly, tasting my cock in her mouth. Perhaps he thought about dignity, but that guy is a good ten thousand miles down another road I can tell you! ‘Oh God…I want you you so much!’ She kisses him playfully on the tip of his nose.’Don’t be silly Jamie’. I snake my hands through to her tits from behind her, and play with her nipples. I kiss her neck passionately as they whisper. ‘But I do…this is crazy, but I want you so much!’ His eyes plead real good. It is electric the way she charges him that way, filling him with desire. ‘I’m Jezz’s silly….you know that sweetie.’ As if to cement the fact, I slide my hand down between her legs and edge them apart. I start to play with her clitty which is engorged with blood now. ‘Be a good boy and beg Jezz to fuck me. Ask him nicely.’ He fights it for a second, resisting his mistress’s instruction. The words come out dry, as though each has crawled a desert to get here. ‘Jezz, please, yeah, please, fuck her.’ ‘Her?’ I challenge, my voice full of mock anger. ‘Please…fuck my mistress’. That’s better. I smile. It is I guess a pitying smile. I don’t know, I didn’t see it, but James’s face is a picture of resignation. I climb between Em’s milk white thighs, pin her hands high above her head and James hold’s my cock steady as he has been taught. There, my cock head slides inside and Em groans with relief. I kiss her soft lips and slide the shaft home. I am soon balls deep in my babe, and now Emily’s face grimaces. She knows that the pounding is coming. Turning her pretty face to James she shoots him another of her looks and he starts to kiss her mouth even as the first gasps start to tumble out. ‘I worship you’ he manages, kissing her lips lightly. ‘Good’ she manages.

I love this intimacy between the three of us. I love it that we can say things and do things as a threesome. I like him close to her when I am driving inside. She is mine, she is mine, she is mine, fuck man, look at her writhe. You don’t figure man, you don’t mean shit to her, look at the way she gasps! ‘God Jezz….for fuck’s sake man, you’re wrecking her, oh shit this is too much!’ Emily searches for my mouth, ‘darling, oh yes….’ I ejaculate into her. Brutal thrusts, that jolt her up the bed. ‘Please, please,….I want it….’ I ejaculate and feel as though the whole of my insides are gushing up my prick. My balls are jagging, gripping over and over. It is a hot load. James is sucking Em’s fingers, something that she has learned heightens her orgasm. The boy is learning fine.

In three a bed there is no retirement to another place. James lay beside us as we cuddled. ‘You are a thug Jezz…!’ Kitten like words and pecked kisses. She is caressing my bullet hard cock. ‘The way you look fucking well begs it babe…you ooze sex.’ There are more words, more touching and somehow James finds his place again, amidst the scent of sex. He snuggles against her back, and kisses her shoulder. It is brief and won’t distract. His mistress needs a good sleep. She has a big day tomorrow.

Emily and Duncan are on a red eye flight to Schipol so we are up early…or at least they are. I lie abed and watch the prep. It starts with coffee for Em served in bed by her cuck. He sets out the warmed bathrobe in the en suite and she showers whilst he checks the clothes that she has dictated. Emily does her make up, meticulous, touches that only add to her allure. She knows how to cause an effect. I watch her stand, let James roll up the stockings and clip them her suspender belt. He zips up the leather pencil skirt making sure that her blouse is tucked in. A single gold pendant about her throat, lovingly fixed in place. He clips her watch on her wrist and checks her manicure. ‘Don’t fuss’ she insists, it is fine, so James goes and checks the passport and other documents.

I am up now in a short robe and i come down to kiss her good bye at the door. I really do wish that I could go to the airport watch James as he meets Duncan. I want to see the excitement in Em’s eyes at that moment. But Mags is coming over to cook breakfast and take control when James gets back. ‘You look so sophisticated’ I murmur as we kiss. ‘Thank you’ she responds, ‘you think I will be able to handle him?’ I assure her that she will. ‘Just relax babe…this is natural, he wants you and you want him. You make the rules as regards James and you have my blessing. So enjoy the guy.’ Her face is suddenly serious. ‘This…you, what James has given…it is making such a difference. I can’t explain how rich it seems.’ I kiss her deeply. She is so lovely. Her eyes dance with light and her hair smells of fresh flowers. She is perfect. ‘Some women…aren’t meant to live plain’ I suggest, ‘some women deserve a great deal more. Guess which sort you are!’ She laughs then, ‘the decadent sort obviously!’.

You may wonder how a hotwife handles this sort of thing with her cuck husband- the transitions. Well, I can tell you…with affection. Emily is fond of James in their way. No, hell, she loves him.

‘Now will you be OK sweetie, do as Jezz and Mags say?’

‘Honest, yes, sure, I will be fine.’

‘You are such a sweet man. I do love you’

‘I love you too.’

James goes down the path and opens the car door. The husband is now the chauffeur. Emily slips into the back of the car and waves to me. James gets behind the wheel and drives his mistress off to see another lover.

Emily to Jezz

Quick email darling, we have reached the hotel and it is very comfortable. Don’t let them kid you, even a short flight in first class is worth it and nice to have someone other than James address me as Madam. Duncan is very attentive and he looks very handsome in a dark navy suit. He has held my hand twice and has that expectant puppy look. We have to be down at the conference all day, but I can tell that he wants to fuck me. He wants the evening to come oh so fast! I’m share more about the airport handover later when I call you, but rest assured James behaved very well indeed. Duncan said, ‘Wow, you look great, I want to kiss you!’ and I replied, ‘Well you should, James doesn’t mind.’ It was a kiss on the mouth and James stood to one side. It was very sexy! Flowers and pearls in the room-quite quite lovely. Tell James well done. Duncan saw the messages before we went down to the conference centre. He knows I rule my husband now and it doesn’t surprise him. I ‘look as though I always get my own way.’ Rushing now…but missing you so much!

James comes back from the airport and he is very quiet. You can see though that he wants to handle this with as much decorum as he can muster. He takes a long hard look at Mags when he gets in. She is wearing leather trousers today with a snakeskin belt and short leather boots with stirrup like trim. It is smart, lady about town rather than rock chick. She is business like too though and when James hands her the key to his cage she insists on checking that he is still locked up. He shows his caged genitals to Mama and she calmly adds the key to a short chain that she has attached to her belt. James cannot but be reminded who his new gaoler is. No key down the cleavage, this one is on show all the time.

We’re going out this afternoon, up to town and I’ve decided I don’t want James along after all. Who knows what time we will be back, so I seize the initiative and unload my tool. James’s look says hell no, not just yet, please. Mags though isn’t phased and reminds him that she and I have a train to catch in just under an hour. She checks her watch as if to make the point and nice as pie, James comes over. There is the tentative touch of lips on glans, a wetting of the ugly head and then he slips his lips around it. Mags takes out her phone and starts to take an image or two. We talk casually as James does his chore.

‘Have you heard from Emily?’

‘Yeah, got an email. She is loving it all, the swank flight and the nice hotel. She’s been bred for first class I reckon. Perhaps she was meant for a different time..you know, when things were more genteel and refined people…fuck!’ I pause and cuff James about the ear, he caught my tool with the edge of a tooth. He has to do it nice I say. ‘Anyway, when things were more just so for the right class.’

Mags comes over and I run my fingers around to the back of her head and kiss her open mouth. She smells of a spicy and a musky perfume. It is very seductive. What a radical babe. She is almost as perfect as my girl.

‘Are we eating in town or shall I have James prepare us some supper?’

‘Eat in town I think babes’

‘Alright, I’ll have James tidy out Ems’ wardrobe, there are a few things for him to do.’

I ain’t enjoying this one bit. Its too strained, too hurried, but James is sucking and licking to order. Its a matter of mood and atmosphere. So I pull my dick out and tell him to put it away. He hasn’t pleased and will have to try again later. I want to wash and freshen up and find those tickets for the gig tonight. Mags is going to love this show.

To James
From Emily
cc Jezz

James,

Are you being a good boy? Duncan is taking me to dinner now. He is a complete gentleman and so suave. I find his cultured way of talking such a turn on don’t you? I’ll mail you again sweetie, perhaps in the morning. Sleep tight! Emily xx

To Emily
From James
cc Jezz

Emily, sweetheart. This is absolutely crazy. I want to wank, but my cock is bent down in perspex. I can feel my willy straining, and the cage tightens. It is SO frustrating! Are you fucking him yet? Is his cock pumping in and out of your cunny? Are you riding him, your pert breasts bouncing as he jags into you? I can picture your hair up, your manicured fingers playing with your nipples. They stand out like door stops. Oh shit, I shouldn’t even think this. You are my mistress and its just so vulgar to have to listen to me spill my guts about you.

But I can’t stop.

Jamesxx

To Jezz
From Emily

Darling,
I’ve just had a lovely night! Duncan took me out to dinner after the business of the day and I wore that tiny little skirt that you say shouldn’t be allowed in ANY business meeting. Duncan liked it and beneath our table he put his hand on my leg. It was so sexy being a temptress. I told him that if he was a real man, then he would finger me, there in the restaurant! The startled look on his face was a picture, but I assured him that this wasn’t a When Harry Met Sally moment. I wasn’t about to gasp and writhe in public! Duncan is so attentive that he did as i asked and he was soon pushing his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties. He quickly found my button and started to roll it between finger and thumb. He was very good at that. You would swear that he had rolled a cigar or two! He whispered, ‘Emily…you like that don’t you…you like being teased!’ There was obvious surprise and delight in his words. So I unsettled him quick as a flash. I said, ‘I like to be masturbated and i make James do it all the time’. We of course chatted a little and i intimated how I made my husband lick me out, how I insisted he arouse me before parties and the like. Duncan asked whether I had made James lick me out after ‘that’ party, when we had flirted. I said, ‘yes…of course’ very simply and coyly, and then added, ‘and I told James to imagine that you were fucking me. You were grabbing a casual fuck and taking what you wanted.’ It has been SO long since I have flirted like this. So long since I have spent time arousing my lover to be so that bed time was a real finale. You make me so sexy a bitch, that I enjoyed it all!

Duncan was dirty minded in bed, he liked the fact that I was ‘cheating on James’ and we got to the coupling pretty quick. I would say that he is reasonably endowed, with a nicely circumcised dick. But he came far too quick. He was so eager and it showed by how soon he spunked. Afterwards there were profuse apologies. I hadn’t orgasmed by then, so I told him to lick my pussy for me. It was a test. I thought, if you’re better with your tongue, I might dominate you too! I said, ’empty the sheath over my pussy mound. Imagine that you have jerked it off there. Now lick it up. Think of it as sticky, creamy, oh so slimy oyster! Darling he lapped at it so sweetly and i pulled his mouth down onto my sex. I ground my sex against his mouth and had a tingly little orgasm. it was very nice.

He said afterwards, ‘I didn’t handle that so well…I was too keen I know’. His big doleful eyes were truly apologetic. I asked calmly, ‘do you want to learn how to handle it? I am very demanding!’ He did and second time around he did lots better. He orgasmed hard as his cock pumped inside me and i let myself go, gasping and clinging to him, my legs up over his burly shoulders! Afterwards we snuggled into the bed like a honeymoon couple and this morning he is like a young lad who has had his leg over for the first time. It is very sweet! For now I’m just going to use him. I haven’t told him about you. We can see how things progress and then you can decide whether you want me to ruin him, leading him on and then just dumping him.

How is James behaving? Have you got him sucking cock yet? Are you enjoying Mags? What news?
Emxx

Babes, we had a good evening too. Yesterday I had James suck my tool, but he was clumsy and I pushed the guy off. He fell short I am afraid. But things are good this morning…we’re reprising Christmas morning-remember when James brought up the croissants? I’ve got your weakling working my tool right now-which makes it difficult to tap this into the tablet. Still, he is sucking very nice indeed and Mags lies across my chest, using her phone to capture you a mini movie of it all. Mags was a little coy at first doing this, but she is smiling and giggling now. She even taunts the guy. ‘Have you licked his balls yet? Get on with it. That’s where he makes babies from you know.’ Its neat, so sexy and you have to hear it, Mags using that husky voice of hers.

[Short break babe-I’m going to feed the guy some goo]

You’d be proud babe…he took the lot. Some trickled down his chin but Mags wiped that up with a finger and James sucked the seed off her pinkie. I’ve sent the guy to go and shower and then cook us breakfast. Mags begs seconds on the cock and she licks and sucks delicately. I know what she is doing, slowly awakening it again so that she can have some cream in her horn. Mags can be soft, gentle, delicately seductive, its as if she were a different perfume for different occasions. Watching her suck the snake, her paps hanging down and gently swaying, her sex all gooey from the night, is pretty neat. She was madam last night at the gig you know. The band was a hard rock act, all driving guitars and virtuoso interludes. Mags thrusts her sex in perfect rhythm to that stuff. You can see she lets her self consciousness go, all her instincts slip down to her pubes and she gyrates as if she is fucking there and then. I like the way she closes her eyes and opens her pretty mouth when she does that. She is riding the edge, almost on top of a climax just thinking about the music and the sex. A couple of guys notice her and rub their crotches against her rear. The audience is packed in a bit, so that’s dead easy. Mags glances at me, asking for approval and I nod. She starts to grind her rear back against this guy. She is driving him nuts, gyrating her rear against the bulge in his pants. He whispers in her ear and she glances my way again. I smile and she leads the guy off to the back of the auditorium. Of course I am concerned for her safety-you understand babe! I find them in the back corridor to the john. She has his cock out, milking the fucker. She is snogging the guy and working his meat. He can’t handle it and I watch his mouth open in a groan. You can’t hear a thing remember because of the music, but you know. The guy is gasping and then the little spurts charge out. They splash on her expensive leather trousers. I am beside them now stroking her hair. ‘Lick the fucking mess up man.’ He ain’t especially big, but he is aroused so he thinks he might argue the toss (yes-pun intended). ‘Do as you are fucking well told!’ I growl, fixing him with my stare. Mags is aroused by this. You can see her eyes blazing. You can see she is turned on silly by the idea of a fight. There is another appraisal of my physique hand shandy man checking out his chances. He drops suddenly to his knees and laps the goo off the hips of my bird. She lets him, and looks up at me, enjoying my stern expression. There is more jizz on her hand and wrist, and she presents this to him. Dry lips work over her skin, over the bracelet of her watch and he is soon enough finished. ‘You can go,’ I bark, ‘and don’t forget your fucking manners in the future.’

Mags has potential darling. She has missed out for so long with her sap husband back then, she is really ready now. Let’s discuss this more when you are home. She’ll still be your maid. You’ll still be her mistress, I will insist on that. But she is ready for the lifestyle.

Now my man Duncan. Good to hear the guy is working at it all. Remember you’re a discerning lady babes-we been doing things. Seduce the guy. Work out what you like about that snobby sex. Play the siren. You might want a play mate when you get home and I reckon I could train him to be an accomplice. Perhaps he becomes part of some parties. It might help James to understand when and how you like to ride. Fucking with his boss will be James’ thing don’t you think? Jezz

Taking Mags down to Brighton today to meet curvecock. My friend is a real dude, the relaxed, sex as recreation guy. He is black, handsome, condom savvy and has a unique selling point. Curvecock’s appendage would make a banana seem almost straight. When the guy is stiff and ‘all up in a bitch’ he does things to their G spot that they never ever forget. Its my guess that curvecock will wed Mags to the lifestyle like nothing else. She will appreciate (if she has never ever before) that sex with some men is vastly superior and that she is the right attitude dame to ride with such guys. On the drive back I will chat about the contrasts. That guy at the gig-did you like watching him lick up his own cum? Yeah?! How did it feel when you were riding with my main Brighton man then? Contrasts-always contrasts. I’m going to see if she enjoys the comparisons, if she is really ready for the sisterhood.

Now-hell knows how many of you are following this thread-I could be writing to myself?! But this is a reflection point. If you’re a wannabee cuck how do you react to this very assertive, no holds barred bull thinking? You see you have to be ready for that too. A bull who manages a couple, a dom, can’t sustain this as a game. It has to be an intrinsic part of what gets him up too. I like the idea of helping already assertive women to become really dominant- to become sex snobs as it were. I work with a couple, work on the teases that will feed a cuck,he is important as well but don’t fuddle this- I’m focused just as much on hot wife and bull pleasure. If you are a wannabee cuck, Are you really ready for that? Are you ready for her to change so much? If you aren’t then don’t walk the road, or else try to keep this just an occasional party game. The lifestyle is serious!

Curvecock likes Mags. He likes the way she wears a balcony bra to put her tits on show. He likes the way she runs her fingers through her hair as they flirt. I’m driving so Mags can drink and smoke and do well, whatever! Mags has had a drink or two and she definitely likes black guys. You can see that by the way she looks at him. You can see that she rates this guy above that greedy and inconsiderate bastard Ben. He kisses her slowly, on the mouth and she looks over towards me. She wants me to tell her to fuck the guy! Instead Curvecock whispers, ‘don’t look at him bitch, he won’t help you. He wants you ploughed. He wants you yelping like a whore!’ Such colourful language, but then CC is good at that too. He makes a girl feel out of control as though she has dropped into some decadent department of Hades-where she will fuck forever. ‘If you want cock, take my jeans down’ CC orders and Mags reaching for his belt buckle. ‘But I warn you babe, I don’t fuck nice. You will be fucking sore by the time I’m good and done with you!’ A look of horror and delight and curiosity sweep Mags face in a second. It’s like all the seasons in one! She unzips the jeans and sees his brown cock, bending up to greet her. Shit, that was a startled look wasn’t it. That was a shock for the lady!

Text in from Em-so i check it out.

‘Binned work today-Dunc has me in bed.

Mags hand trembles as she eases that cock out. She bites her lips and glances back at me. I unbutton her blouse for her, and drop the bra. I unbutton the sassy designer jeans and Mags steps out of them. All the time she is staring at CCs tool. She cannot believe it man-she cannot fucking well believe! What a treat eh, what a neat surprise. CC is rolling the weapon with latex, the pimpled sheath kind. As if this guy needs pimples or ridges on that thing. It makes me laugh. ‘Lie back on the bed like a good girl and show him the inside your pussy babe’ I whisper. She looks like a lush peach down there, all pink and wet and luscious. ‘Tie her paws up to the head of the bed man’ CC instructs and Mags presents her wrists for tethering.

Another text from Em

Dunc says no cocking for James now!

I laugh and Mags misunderstands. I tap my phone in explanation. She presents each foot in turn for the silk scarf tethers and then legs stretched to the bed corners take curvecock. Awesome- he always has that effect. one smooth action and Mags neck and paps are as red as beetroots. Boy she is having a time of that breathing. CC isn’t even working yet, he is just accustoming her to the stretch. Shit, i’m going to watch. you lot can learn later.

Playing catch up now-the last few days have been a rush and the pace makes it hard to post something here.

Curvecock made Mags believe in black supremacy at bed time. The way he lanced that weapon of his in and out, making her sex suck and squelch was amazing. It was orchestrated, it was bloody well a symphony of sex. When he took her slow, grinding and moving his hips, he whispered sex dirt to her. ‘If this were a war babe, and you were the conquest, all of my platoon would want to ride you!’ She is mesmerised by the guy, her eyes hooked to his. When she gasps and grimaces with the thickness of his weapon he soothes with instruction. ‘Loosen up babe, resist the grips…let cunny take it all. It was designed for cock, big cock. When a brother gives you a sprog then that darling black babe comes out, you’re going to stretch fine.’ I watch Mags throw back her head and close her eyes. She does seem to relax a mite. Perhaps she is thinking about that pregnancy, the one too late now, but so hot still in the imagination. Now she wants his mouth on hers and as they lock there, he ups the thrust rate. he is banging inside her now, roughing her up for the hottest orgasm. ‘Oh please…please’ he voice falters, her face contorted with pleasure. She is on the edge, so on the edge. He points me over and i unload my tool. Mags has it in her mouth in an instant. Her mouth his hot and her tongue strokes the underside of my shaft. ‘Babe, you’re going to learn to party right. You’re going to learn to put it up for any black dude that Jezzer man directs. You’re going to please the guy big time babe.’ She can’t respond, her mouth is otherwise engaged. As CC drives home he is whispering his lullaby of sex. ‘I want you brought down here again babe, I want some of your action. You are such a fucking hot bitch’. Pump, pump, pump, the sex is relentless. He paces it up and down, working her to the precipice of her orgasm and then backing off. She would scream for it if she had the voice available. I empty a load into her mouth and she consumes it. I watch her swallowing eagerly. She pants to the maestro, ‘I promise…I do…I will, I will do what I’m told.’ She is lost to it now, delirious with primordial sex. She is drowning in it and i know again that this is what cuck’s fear. They fear the appetite of a woman for this. You cucks do, those who read this thread. Mags climaxes-boy she climaxes, gasping and screaming. Begging him ‘the fuck to get it up inside me’. CC obliges and big time. I think he is going to damage her somehow, with the force of it. He has grabbed her hair with a big hand and holds hard as he jags home. There…they are shaking and shuddering together, convulsing almost. But for that layer of latex this would be the moment, the sacred moment when seed was shot inside and sucked in deep by her climax to guarantee conception. Coupling is a beautiful word, a sensuous word and this is it. It is the way she pushes up to him as his balls clench again and again.

Mags is too sensitive to wear panties on the way home and as a result the leather passenger seat of my motor is slimed with pussy juice and cum. It has soaked through the designer jeans and left the wet patch. Her wet denim is a badge of honour from her trip to curvecock’s gym. I don’t mind. Hell i like the smell of it. She is by turn reflective and playful, scolding me for introducing her to another big cock. She has been wrecked for any ordinary man.

‘I thin k you should train for our way babes, I know that Emily will be cool with this just as long as you treat her as your mistress.’

She shoots me this curious look, a smile growing on her lips. You can see that she is interested.

‘Basically, we get you dating a really nice, worthwhile guy, someone who will worship you.’

She laughs, a soft musical laugh.

‘I tried that remember, I tried to get my husband to accept Andreas.’

‘But that was after you started cheating on the guy babes. Much harder. We’re going to spend time searching for the right guy. He will be shall we say malleable. He will be in your thrall. There are loads of blokes like that out there. Those who visit blogs and tug on their tools. Once you find one you like, we help you to bend him, to have him come to your heel. After that we introduce him to the scene. We introduce him to your black bull.’

Mags is really aroused. Her hand slides down between her thighs and momentarily she is shocked by the cold wet patch there.

‘But you own me.’

‘I do, but I watch things. I saw how Ben interested you at first, even if he was a prat. I saw how you went with curvecock. You’re a natural with such guys,’

She admits her interest in this, no her excitement. She is thinking about so much and her head whirls, but black dudes do feature a hell of a lot. I say, ‘didn’t gel last time babe, but that doesn’t mean the lifestyle isn’t right. Its natural for women with an appetite and you have that appetite. You like the contrast. I saw the way you looked when that guy at the gig licked his jizz off your fingers. It was like you were feeding chickens. There was a pleasure there too. I saw the look in your eyes when you thought I would punch his lights out…it got you excited to think of two men fighting over you. You have the appetite.’

Emily is back and she looks radiant. She insists that Mags spends the day with us, being her maid. I feel pretty sure that Em wants to make sure that Mags hasn’t developed ideas above her station. I’m not wrong, later I see Emily having Mags daintily lick at alpha pussy, teasing the lips that Duncan has recently been working. The girls voice are light, playful as if this was some sort of tea party. The attention is sincere though. Emily is interrogating her maid. Did she fuck with me as instructed? Of course yes. Did she encourage James in his oral chores. Yes-the video clip proves it. How does she feel about Emily’s pussy? She worships it, it is so beautiful, her lips are perfect, it smells and tastes perfect and she needs this too. To lick her mistress. You could think this a lesbian interlude but it isn’t. I know what Mags needs sexually. What she needs here is to submit. She has found something socially scandalous but which oh so works for her. You get to an age where you embrace who you are and you don’t care so much about gossip then.

There is so much for Emily and i to talk about. I decide to hold for now the ideas as regards training Mags and to concentrate instead on Amsterdam and Duncan. I want to hear Em’s assessment or the guy. It is clear that they have a frisson together and that this is quite different from what she and I share. She kisses me eagerly, this isn’t a competition thing. But she would like to go on seeing Duncan, as part of what she enjoys with James. I ask what the buzz is and she confides that James has a special inferiority complex reserved just for successful business men. Because Duncan is one of his bosses, the guy is perfect. Emily is aroused too. Putting James down with a boss has a certain edge about it.

Does Em rate Duncan between the sheets? No…not that great. He is certainly better, more confident now after a few nights of coupling, but a bull he ain’t. I am pleased. I don’t want another bull in the bedroom with my girl. Is he better at it than James? Emily laughs, ‘the world is better at it than James!’. I learn that Duncan has asked Emily to lock James’ tool up in a cage. He doesn’t know that James’ winky virtually lives there anyway. There will come a day, next week may be when the boss man will have James come into the office and tell him casually that he is fucking his wife. It will be utterly delicious for Em and retrospectively, only retrospectively, sexy for James. There will come a time when Duncan will ask to see James locked up tool. So hot! Until then, James must learn that he does not refer to how we all live. Em can chose later how to broach this subject.

Now the reflective post. I’m keenly aware that this thread is rapidly developing into a saga. Its difficult. I haven’t honestly had something this intense before. It is like a tidal wave and you try to capture a lot of it. The writing gets a bit descriptive, even lurid. But I guess I want you to understand how it feels, how it seems and how that affects me as I try to play my part in this. I have serviced a few wives, worked with a few husbands before, but nothing has been this intense before. Nothing looks as though it could go on like this before. Christmas was such a freaky and a delicious time for me. I need then to take stock and to try occasionally at least to post something that is not just a romp report. If its to be of any use to you, then it should seem more than just arousing. I want to help where I can and you are invited to post your ideas, queries and thoughts here too. Its not private territory.

I have been seeing Emily a good few months and Christmas accelerated things so much. It was way too fast, but she seemed to want that. It was as if she lit her own blue touch paper and if I had not gone with that, this might not have happened. I wasn’t about to let go. This girl is special. I hadn’t planned the Mags thing- that was part of Emily’s interest and especially what she does with James. Her domination of James is a big part of the dynamic and i can only post what I encounter. Its like they are an iceberg and I see only the bit above water. I will try then sometimes to persuade Emily or James to add some info for you. The thing is though, the rush of this, its completeness leaves even a bull wondering about his control. The reins need to be held light, sensitive to the couple, but you do have to have your hands on the damned things. Sometimes it hasn’t felt like that. Not since Christmas. There is the point. If you wonder what the cuckold lifestyle is like, I guess I am saying that sometimes it isn’t a well ordered, measured, even a safe thing. Emotionally it shoots down the incline and you hang on. James must have been hanging on big time. If I have wondered then he has worried. This is something to think about. You would need to be so emotionally secure in your relationship to come down this road. It isn’t for the feint of heart or the relationship inexperienced. It is a mature couple (as in experience and openness rather than simply years) thing. If I can get my evaluative brain into gear again, I will post some more reflections. Other times I will continue the account. Take what you will.

OWNING EMILY

We own no one, at least in the strict sense of the word. Slavery has rightly been abolished and in the cuckold lifestyle owning refers to something more specific anyway. It refers to first choice sexual preferences, having the right of way when it come to Emily’s pussy. Owning Emily works by mutual consent. She wants that, I want it and strange to hear for some, though not connoisseurs of this blog, so does James. So owning is a commitment. Whilst Emily cannot guarantee it for life (who can?) she is stating that she prefers to sleep with me rather than James and to give me access to sex that he doesn’t have. It works as part of their thing, the humiliation, her domination, exploring what is so arousing for her and for him. Owning for Emily has meant excluding James from coital sex and going with me, or else, guys that I suggest or am happy with. That is why Duncan features, he is part of her domination of James. He is part of her need to submit to certain sort of men-those who rank alongside her, who out rank James.

But I can’t own Emily in this sense without a close engagement with James. Sure I could handle this at arms length, fuck the lady and set rules from a distance that he had to comply with, but Em needs more than that. She wants to see me dominate the guy. She wants to be the prize that he will never win in a perpetual contest that is arousing for all three. So I own James, and i have him do stuff. It is useful, because I reckon I can help sustain the lifestyle this way. I’m close in enough to understand and to care about what they do, although I’m not privy to everything. Give it another few months and I will ask my girl to get a tattoo on her rear, Jezz and a ladybird. Perhaps she will have it on her shoulder, especially if she has come out that she is running her husband around in that steamy way that cuckoldresses do. We’ll know more then, that this is a consuming way to live for all three. James will be happier to say to the most intimate friends, ‘look I love Emily to bits, I adore her, but it’s Jezz that fucks her. That’s what we have decided’. You know something, `i want that more than anything. I want this to work better than ever. That is so unusual, and so scary, because it makes me think again about what Emily means to me.

Somewhere along this journey, when you allow another guy to dominate your wife’s affections something changes. It has never been simply a mechanical thing, a simple fucking. She has always been more tantalising and needful than that. You want her on your arm-out and about. But now, there is a bond, a relationship that is there you hope for good. Yes, this is a woman that you would like to have your kids. That is years down the line right and always subject to a thousand considerations. But you have thought it. As a bull you have encountered a little jealousy and doubt- I didn’t want Duncan to be any good at sex, but neither do I want to fence Em in. These are the signs, the signals that you are committing. I have never wanted a traditional marriage-sex is too big an agenda thing for me. I guess I may still feel horny at 90! But this lady is more than my fuck mate. There is a match of sensual needs-what she wants and i do too. So I have to recognise that, part of the tidal wave. I have to manage James so he copes too. We are getting deeper, my girl and I.

You might say-don’t go there. But the truth is if you don’t, the relationship cannot sustain at a more superficial level. You cannot live, long term, a game. It has to seem more than a game. You have to say I am living this rather than playing at it. I need to talk with James about this. I need to understand if he feels this too. There is hope here. He seems to understand his subservient nature, to adore his wife as a bitch, and me as her man. But it is deep, and it is delicate. We’ll see.

To James
From Jezz

Things to do my man! I want you to have a word with your mistress and ask her permission to email Duncan asking him to take her away for a weekend and to fuck her. The invitation must be explicit you understand and when you get a response I want to see it. I want you to pay for the hotel and make it very special for them. Oh, and you’re to tell the guy that you’re wife won’t let you fuck her anymore. No reference to me mind. I want friend D to feel that he is enjoying something very special.

Next thing, I want you to get in touch with Em and Mags and suggest a Valentine’s evening party at your place. You’re going to ask to invite a mate of mine up from Brighton-we’ll call him Mr C. Promise you man, Mags is going to be very pleased with this. The party is going to be exclusive for just the five of us. You will play the butler, cook and dish washer. You know the drill. But if you’re as good as gold, I’ll ask Emily to unlock you and milk your tool. Just as a one off treat.

Last chore my friend. You’re going to write me down all the pros and cons of Emily having a tattoo, saying Jezz, with some neat motif. I don’t know, may be a ladybird. You are not to tell your mistress and you and I will discuss things face to face. I want an honest appraisal, not the rationale crap. I want the detail, if such would make you bloody stiff. Understood? This is just an idea OK, just an idea for now.

[I send the email and think shit, you’re Mr Hyde there. You switch so instinctively and you know it will really charge up the girls. You do this because you can scent what is horny, dirty, wanton. Emily is going to love it that I made James ask her to see Duncan again. Mags, well Mags and Curvecock-what can I say. Its part of the training. We’ve not partied before. Emily will thrill to how Curvecock takes Mags and I’m going to give the guy a go on Em. It will be a party after all.

To Jezz
From Emily

Thought I’d copy and paste this for you-I’m sure its of interest! You can make James do anything can’t you. It so sexy. I love the way you rule him and keep him on edge for me. He wants me so much!! I made him think before he hit the send button. ‘You do need this don’t you sweetie. I do, but I think you should be sure as well. He didn’t pause long, hitting the button and then kissing me greedily. We were touching and talking. I said that I would tell Duncan what a pillock James was, how I laughed at his efforts in bed. I would tell Duncan that my husband was such a wet week. He loved it, I loved it and I teased his caged wink. Boy did he want release, but there was no unlocking today I can tell you.

Dear Duncan,

I am sorry to bother you. But ever since Amsterdam Emily is so stiff, so sniffy and aloof. She is so arrogant, so I know best. I wanted to scream, she seemed as though she has stepped up two leagues and I’m left way back when somewhere. Look, I know that you fucked her whilst away, and that she adored it. I know that she compares me with you and that I don’t seem that good. But I want her to have the best and she says that is you. She isn’t interested in fucking me anymore and it worries the hell out of me. I worship her. So I wondered if you would take her away for a weekend and carry on doing what you did? I’ve said I will do other stuff…whatever she will permit. I won’t complain, I promise. But I want her to have what she needs. Please don’t play this up at work,that would destroy me. Please just take her, its what she wants.

James.

To Jezz
From Emily

Darling, Duncan replied! What do you think? I would love this, the socialising and the fucking… but only if you approve. Perhaps this helps with bringing James out? Let me know.

James,

I don’t understand you nor the email that you sent. I don’t understand your type- alright. You’re sick. But I can see why Emily would need another man. I can see why she wanted what she did in Amsterdam. I don’t play pervert games, do you understand. I don’t do the husband watching thing. Emily is sophisticated. Not like you then. I’ve decided to invite her to the country club tomorrow night and you will stay away. We will have places that we go and spend time with friends. She will decide whether to leave you, I guess it depends on how you handle this. Anyway, send me some pictures of the lady. I want them in frames around my place when she comes over.

Duncan

[Hmmmn, I love this. I like the bitch potential of it. Boy will Em ride James on the snob appeal of it all. But it makes me think. I’m intelligent sure, but I don’t have the snob appeal of this guy and that stuff excites Em. Am I a feeling a bit territorial-sure I am. But I’m charged by the arrogance of the woman too. I like the thought of her havjng this. If I’m just on a conquest, making her mine then the instinct is to say no. Put Dunc down. If I’m turned on by the idea of alpha women dominating weaker husbands then I say go for it. I don’t want to philosophise too much, but classy women deserve classy sex. There is certainly the potential to get James socialised to this, to conceding in public that his wife fucks who she pleases….

To Emily
From Jezz

I think you should go on seeing Duncan babes, for your culture and cock fill. I get this thing and its what you need. Does the guy drive a swank car? You will manage James about this, yes?

To Jezz
From Emily

A Jaguar coupe. I can make James behave. Darling, don’t worry. This isn’t replacement…this is just something more. James needs it I am sure. I love you and yes the Valentine’s party sounds so hot. I’ll keep Duncan away from bagging that date.

To Emily
From Jezz

Smart wheels babe. I love you too. Why don’t you pick out some pics to have James send. Jezz

To Jesse
From James

Hell Jezz, why did you give the go ahead about Duncan? Emily is going to this club with him. She is going to start a whole new social circle. They will know that he is fucking her! shit Jezz, I thought that you were her man!

To James
From Jezz

Haven’t you forgot your manners- remember the S word-Sir?!
I forgive the outburst, this is pushing your button right? But your mistress is a woman of breeding and you patently are not. Duncan has class and you don’t. Snobby sex turns your mistress on, so it will be part of the lifestyle. You will open the Jag door for Emily when she goes off to the club, you won’t sneak out there and you won’t ask about her new friends. I won’t have you mess about with my coaching, do you understand? When she is in that circle she is beyond your reach- right? This is what the lifestyle entails- don’t play stupid fucking games pretending to yourself otherwise. Come back to me on that.

To Jezz
From James

I am very sorry Sir. That was a stupid outburst. I really am sorry.

To James
From Jezz

OK. But you have to button the lip and show co operation right? There are some stages here. Emily will get used to having a social life as mistress in charge and you will learn to defer to her lovers. I am easy about it, the scene is what happens in these situations. You have to understand how this goes. If it works out big, if this is really your thing too, she will breed. That is where this could lead.

[More angst for my friend-but this is what it is like. I know it now. Having rehearsed these points with James, I do want to coach Emily in all she can be. I hope that I remain the main man, but seeing her blossom is the thing. Its a mission with me. Last night I watched a documentary on dogging-hell that looks a rough old game. Its not my thing, but it pressed home one point. There are communities of people around who insist on their lifestyle. The seek to harm no one one else. But this is cuckolding too. I want Em to have her own society, to feel relaxed in her sexual choices. I want that for James too. Hell, society isn’t going to welcome it with open arms, but there will successful women who say I want some of that. There will be beta males too who say and you shall have it. ]

Its a quiet morning here, and a contemplative one. Emily and her cuck are having devotional time today, before Em goes out on her date with Duncan. I of course fed back my little correspondence with James and suggested that Em use that as part of the devotional. She will use our ideas as part of the passing conversations, whilst James takes her around the shops to buy her some smart new clothes for her social life, as she has him lick pussy and especially during treat time as she jerks the guy off. She will kiss and tease, purr and reassure about what they have, but of course James does have to co operate like a good boy. After all of that they move to the pampering stage. It will be early evening and Madam’s manicure must be perfect, her silk undies set out. James will be rehearsed in that first encounter, when he goes out to assist his mistress into Duncan’s car. She will tell him, no responses no matter what Duncan says. If he cuts James with a word or two, James will just bow his head and get on with it.

It all leads into a discussion of social fucking, the handling of the scene from now on. I can tell that Em is still eager to reassure me and I in turn are keen to coach the lady. ‘You have a right to this babes, he needs you to be a bitch to him and you need to explore. You outclass the guy and he knows it. So its time to relax into the new lifestyle. Yes he will kick back sometime, but most of the time he will roll over and acknowledge that you are of out of his league.’

We discuss some new etiquette that Emily is going to teach her cuck this afternoon- as he licks her out.

1. James will no longer answer the phone with his name, that is way too assertive. He will refer just to their number and then if a caller asks for Emily he will fetch his mistress. It must be easy for Duncan or other friends to call.

2. He will never ask about the sex with Duncan (it’s just too vulgar to ask that way, OK?”). But he need not worry, there will be chores to complete.

3. He won’t rise to any baiting at work from Duncan. Indeed, he will thank the guy for seeing his wife.

4. He will write down his frustrations about the new social scene rather than blurt things out. But he must know now though, ‘I will fuck other guys James…recreationally.’

5. He will ready himself for holidays. Emily plans on taking a few with Duncan. The absences are going to be hard, but I am planning training for the guy and I want his help with Mags. A cuck may well have less time with his mistress, but there will be sweet interludes, intense interludes that make the lifestyle sustaining.

Emily asks dreamily, will I take her away and I say yes. Of course and it will be raw. But i am intrigued too by her snobby sex as well. It is part of her makeup and Duncan is so good for that. ‘You’ll have James on edge with him babe, wondering whether you will leave him’. She smiles shyly as though this is the strangest and most wicked thought. She can play the innocent sometimes, but she knows too that this is part of it. She might bin James and set up a big house in the exec part of town with Duncan. ‘Well James, it could happen, but don’t worry your little head. You are so devoted.’

We have travelled some.I don’t remember one reference to feeling guilty during this conversation. Time passes and things settle.

I busy myself today with Mags. She is delighted when I call and ask whether she is up for some light sex training. I don’t elaborate on this, she is left to guess. She is certainly up for it. I know a cuck from two years or so ago, called Neil. Neil is a very nice, well spoken, intelligent man. I guess he is around 40, a bit younger than Mags. I was fucking his wife for a while, and it was working really well. But she couldn’t quite overcome her disgust at Neil. As must as she loved the rough sex that we shared, she couldn’t understand her husband’s acquiescence. Eventually she grew cool with him, thanked me for the fun and said that she was going to look for a more masculine man to marry. She was letting Neil go. Neil and i have corresponded very occasionally and I was impressed with his honesty. He still has these needs, to be dominated by a woman. He seems then a good training partner for Mags. I don’t assume that they will become an item, but I do think that she can explore whether she enjoys dominating a man as well as submitting to one.

I interrogate Neil about the need to take a little criticism. He knows that I am coaching Mags-checking out whether this is her scene. I show him a picture of my bitch, and ask whether he is ready to come to heel with her. He is, but admits that this might not work. Mags looks sensitive, refined, and she might not simply play in the required way. He has a point. She might not. But its worth taking the risk. If Mags is going to look for a subservient partner to live this life, then she needs before then to test out control. I am going to have Neil lick her boots, kiss her peachy ass and yes, lick her sex before and after Mags and i couple. We’re going to nest in Neil’s cottage in the country and play for the day. It will help keep my mind off Emily-it will.

WHAT BULLS DO

Time before I pick up Mags for a reflective point or two. In cuckold lifestyle blogs you don’t get a lot of insight into what bulls do. Luvr offers some great points in his guides, but that is the exception. Cucks need to understand more about this. It can help them to live with a dominant male in their home-it can help them to submit to the right male. Whilst a bull can enjoy games, playtime in the bedroom, the best bulls I know are into owning and guiding a relationship. They’re teachers in part, sensuous pleasure takers and nurturers of a lifestyle that isn’t that common. They sustain the cuckold community. They make introductions, take Neil and Mags above. If they’re caring as well as dominant, then they attend pretty close to helping the hotwife live the most liberated and enjoyable sex life possible. When he takes a hotwife it is because she wants to submit to him-she prefers that. When he encourage her to explore and play and insist, he is helping her question conventions that have probably not truly worked for her in life before. An intelligent woman doesn’t just have one formula-she can enjoy both dominating and submitting. Sometimes that doesn’t work out- as in my last post- but in many it does. Sometimes, bulls help couples counter the terrible wasteland of vanilla sex that can stretch for decades ahead in a conventional set up. Consider, guy meets and falls in love with girl and they have an emotionally charged sex life for a few years. Familiarity, kids, stress and work erode some of the excitement of that. The lady doesn’t feel chased any more, she doesn’t feel erotic or sensual. She remembers how it felt to be a siren. He remembered what it was like to be in the hunt and yes, to feel uncertain. Its this stuff that needs to be recaptured, within a consensual way. Its this stuff that the bull contributes to.

For much of the time then bulls come and go in a couple’s relationship. If he over plays his hand, if the couple panic, then the interludes might be quite short, an experiment. I’ve known couples who tried out with one bull, lost their nerve, moved on and then tried another. Many sensuous women who have tasted better sex like to come back to it. A beta male husband accepts that, even encourages it. There will be a succession of men who fuck his wife and at different stages in their marriage the cucking may be more intense. That has been my experience. I have been with different couples for varying lengths of time and then each has gone a separate way. Sometimes it is because I seem too together about this. It scares husbands in particular. Hell, this one could really manage things. This one isn’t a thrill seeker only. But truth be told, I have always wanted to ‘own’ a couple and to play a bigger role in helping the hotwife become really independent. I have wanted to explore over years the developing relationship. If you think that a lot of bulls know about that, and have done it then I think you are wrong. It is very rare.

So now I play a game of chess and I know I want the thing with Emily, James and Mags to work. I am investing in this more and more. I have feelings for Emily and real affection for Mags. I am a bit in awe of Emily. How many women have the nerve and the intellect to run relationships as she does? She is so fucking sexy, so arousing, and yes it’s because of the way she is with me, the way she is with James and perhaps even too how she can be with Duncan. She is the most complete sexual woman that I have encountered on my wanderings. Sex isn’t an afterthought for her, it is a medium of living. So that raises a question about what a bull does when he meets such an exceptional woman? His instinct is to breed her-let me say, that is the case. But in the game of chess that urge isn’t followed up on. There is a huge time to go before such can really be considered. She has to establish her dominance of tbe husband sexually and in all situations. She must have a social circle that accepts that she fucks with his betters and that an accord has been found. They have to see that cuck hubby has a role too. When all that is complete, when the community can help counter social prejudice, then she might believe that it is time to breed. The cuck will be ready for it too and will have repeatedly asked her to go ahead. It is a lunatic step to conceive outside of such a supportive setting. It is if you are a bull like me and you want a role as a the recognised dad.

Its strange then, that a bull can be very assertive, pleasure selfish and yet supportive too. This is always consensual. Views welcome as always! Jezz

Neil’s cottage is chocolate box, cosy, open beamed and nestlike-the sort that you would think no wife would give up easily. Mine not to reason why though. Mags is dressed in what I think of as college tart gear, a tiny little pleated skirt, stockings and boots. She wears a long mock fur coat over the top as it is still winter. Neil welcomes us in and fixes coffee. It is awkward at first and I can see that he is working out how submissive to be to Mags. He wants to go the whole hog-she is my bitch after all, but he doesn’t want to seem scary about all this. Mags is growing in confidence though. She senses what is needed. ‘Show me around Neil, Jezz and I and are looking for a somewhere in the country to come and fuck sometimes.’ Neil does the real estate act and takes us through the rooms, Mags leading ahead of me. The rooms are decorated feminine style, with that touch and you sense the place is still a shrine to his wife. Mags approves observing that women have better taste and that a woman should be mistress in her home. There-Neil nods and bows his head before her. She barely notices but sweeps on, sure now that she is in the ascendency. The runs a dainty finger over a shelf full of books. Its a difficult space, not easy to clean. ‘You’re not very thorough are you’Mags observes, showing him her dusty finger with a playful smile. Mags glances at me. How am I doing her look says. I smile. She is doing just fine. ‘Clean it then’ Mags whispers. Their eyes meet and Mags locks the gaze. He takes it no more than a second, drops his eyes and fetches a cloth to tidy up the shelf.

We go down to the living room, Neil puts on a sultry film (not porn mind) and pours the wine. Mags and I drop onto the luxurious leather sofa and we start to neck. I like the way she opens her mouth to me, the way she looks at me in submission. Our host could be a million miles away. He is looking for a place a sit, a demeanour to adopt. Boy must he remember that from before. He sometimes looked like a cat on a hot tin roof. He elects to sit on the carpet and close beside us. He is very near Mags leather boots. His touch is a kiss, he kisses her boots. It is a passing thing, an incidental gesture. She wants sex though and he isn’t about to get in the way of that. She reaches inside my pants, and eases out my erection. I am up hard and thick. She massages it with her hand, searching for my kisses on her mouth. I tell him to suck her fingers, the ones that have been working my cock. She hesitates, and then presents. Red nail polish and a red ruby ring. her hands elegant, her fingers long. He kisses them gently, reverently and embolded she edges them inside his mouth. ‘Jezz told you to suck them’. He does. He does, so sweet and nice and Mags relaxes. You can see any last tension drain away. Now she knows, now she understands what this is to be.

Watching Neil lick pussy is a revelation. It has been a long time but he is a practised artisan of the furry triangle. What must he think. If only his wife had been more confident, she could have been all up down there with her lovers seed whilst he came to lick and adore. Is he in awe of Mags, another mature woman exploring the way? She seems so poised and easy. She pulls the gusset of her panties to one side and watches him lick her. She glances at me and i gesture to his thick head of ginger hair. She strokes it, running her fingers through the mane. She permits herself a little groan. I want her to encourage him, to direct him on the job, but this can come. Right now she is learning to enjoy having a man lick her out. Once I have fucked her, she will smell and taste of our coupling and his touch down there will be electric. I know how to pace this. There has to be a moment for her pussy to relax and cool, so that she is not too sensitive, then I will direct her to pull his mouth to it. Grab that mane.

Neil hasn’t had creampie in an age. It was always a tad harder with his wife, a more voluptuous lady. With Mags it is exquisite. Her pubes show nice, her legs spread wide and the goo oozes out. I take charge, I want Mags to simply savour what this can be like. ‘Lick it up man’ I snarl and he sets too. Mags hardly flinches but he is down there, sucking and sniffing and caressing. She puts one boot covered leg over his shoulder and with one hand holds his face in place. Its such a good sign. Instinctive dominant women do this. They can then control the pressure, the location of licks and whether the guy is allowed to lick at all. There…she is aroused, she is pulling his face against her cunny. She is starting to gyrate her hips and kiss greedily with me. This is going to work. You can sense her arousal, sense her pleasure.

To Jezz
From Emily

Only a quick message darling as I don’t want Duncan to see. I’m sleeping over with him tonight. He had me phone James and tell him not to wait up. It was clipped and stern-Duncan didn’t want me to mess around. It was a delicious evening, we had dinner and spent time chatting with Duncan’s friends at the bar. I wore the new red cocktail dress and one of Duncan’s male friends complimented me on it. It was very civilized and very normal. This is such a good idea. I love you. Emx

Here is the gist of a phone between James and I. It seemed a good idea to ring after dropping off Mags at her place. Comment if you wish, but this is how things were. I was probably charged up by my day too.

‘How did it go man? Was it as horny as you thought it might be?’

Hi Jezz, well it was…it was.’

‘Take me through the action then…’

‘Well, well er Duncan came by around 7 pm. I’d been helping Emily get ready, and she looked well…devastating. She chose a red dress. It showed all her figure…’

‘That;’s neat…but remember man, you refer to Emily as your mistress. You might think of her as Em, but you will always refer to her deferentially with me and others.’

‘Oh..sorry’

‘That’s OK my friend. So give me the gossip. How did it go, that encounter with Mr Exec.’

‘Well it was awkward’

‘Bound to be my friend, it was bound to be.’

‘He rang the door bell and my mistress answered. She was so excited, you could tell. But she was nervous too.’

‘Go on’

‘Well he kissed her, but you could see that his hackles were up, he was definitely on edge. He was looking around the room and clocking me. He stared across at me and I sensed that he was about to say something nasty. ‘

‘He might have hit you, but you didn’t resist did you. You did what I say is good in these situations.’

‘Yes..yes, I looked down at the floor. I concentrated on my mistress’s shoes as you suggest.’

‘These are difficult moments James, but you did fine. You know a guy like Duncan is geared to fight if necessary. You’re not are you, its not in your nature. Remember what I said about stags. They eyeball and if you submit nice as pie, then there is no need to lock horns.’

‘My heart was pounding…I wasn’t comfortable’

‘Go on-he didn’t smack you after all did he. You rolled over for the guy. What happened then?’

‘My mistress told me to fetch her coat and I helped her on with that. I was closer now..I thought he would try it on with me, but my mistress kissed him again and it seemed to help.’

‘Did he come in?’

‘No…oh no, they went straight to the car.’

‘Did you follow and get the door?’

‘I followed but Duncan wouldn’t let me get the door. He did the honours and my mistress got in.’

‘Nice car I gather’

‘Very nice car, it is a big car, a dark blue. The engine growled, you know, that guttural sound some cars have.’

‘and that was that then!’

‘well my mistress rang later, she is sleeping over.’

‘That’s neat isn’t it. She must be very relaxed. You pleased?’

‘Jezz…pleaae no.’

‘You pleased man?’

‘Yes sir…I am. I was anxious that she would be uncomfortable.’

‘I’m sure she’s not James. You sleep well now, goodnight.’

Emily and I have just spent the last hour in bed-fucking our brains out. I wanted her so bad and especially after she told me about the night away and how she had James do chores this morning. She tells me about the country club, the oh so refined ambience of the place, the cosy seating and comfortable conversation of people who talk the same politics, the same country pursuits and the same wine. It’s a place of like minds, like values and like backgrounds. Its a place where my girl is very comfortable. She went to a private school and a good university, to put it bluntly, though I didn’t know much about it when we first met, she has real breeding. I learn that James is intelligent guy making good. He is worthy rather than wealthy, limited new money compared with old money. I know these things don’t resonate Stateside in the same way, but trust me here in Merry England they do. Sex and snobbery walk hand in hand down many a lane. The world over, there is class, caste systems, things that rank people socially. The connection to sexual ranking, what we do in the cuckold lifestyle is rather juicy-I admit it. I can picture it now, Em as some sort of Lady Chatterley getting it all up with physical me, the savvy dude who masquerades as a game keeper. James is no Lord Chatterley, he’s just a weak husband I guess.

The whole evening, before Duncan took her home to bed was snobbery. There was teasing for sure. Emily enjoyed the surreptitious looks from the other guys. She guessed that they envied Duncan, but folk were far too polite to ask, far to conservative to enquire where could they find a lady such as my girl. I wondered whether James had pestered with questions and she said smiling that he hadn’t. She suspected that I had reinforced the need for discretion. No James had lapped up sticky pussy like a good boy and Em had enjoyed a really hot orgasm on his mouth. She had him lie on the carpet and rode his face, picturing again the tender fucking that she and Duncan had shared.

‘He doesn’t fuck, he makes love’ she teased.
‘And is that pleasant?’
‘Yes…its a nice contrast. I like his tender ways, but it is hard to climax. He’s a bit too light touch may be.’
‘Does he lick your cunt?’
‘Darling!’
‘Well?’
‘Yes he does!’
‘And does he notice that you are, well, shall we say exercised?’
‘Perhaps…perhaps he does. But he is so sweet and he doesn’t ask. He seems to assume that because of how I look I have had lovers. He guesses that I have cheated on James before.’
‘How do you feel about him licking you out?’
‘Well, its sweet, but not so manly.’
‘The French think its manly’
‘Well I don’t!’

Some interludes are a real turn on. Emily reported this conversation shared with James after she got back from the night with Duncan. They were enjoying devotional head, my girl opening up her love lips and teasing her husband a mite as he lay beneath her.

‘You should have seen yourself sweetie, when Duncan arrived. The rabbit in the head lights, it was priceless.’
‘He’s bigger than me’
Emily giggling, ‘so what’s new…all the men I date are bigger than you.’
‘I thought he was going to punch my lights out.’
‘I’d like that…not for a guy to badly injure you, but to rough your edges before taking me off you.’
‘You’d like me to go up against Duncan, to try and be a proper husband?’
‘Well yes….may be (giggles), he could give you one slap, you would go away to look for a steak on that black eye and I would sink into his arms.’
‘Jezz would laugh, if I had a black eye. He’d say my training wasn’t working.’
‘May be …yes. But I may provoke you sometime, be too brazen with Duncan in front of you and then you loose it a little. I can get you a black eye sweetie…if I want.’
‘God…oh god, you taste so good.’
‘But I can can’t I. I can make you do what I want. If it turns me on, I could get you that black eye!’
‘Please mistress, let me lick!’
‘I can….can’t I?!’
‘Yes…god yes, you always get your own way.’
‘And you’re such a sweetie…I love it when you suck my clit that way.’

A nice young woman from the local florist has arrived with a single and very elegant red rose in an elaborate plastic tube. You worry that if you open it the bloom might crumple. There is a note with it and it’s from Mags.

‘Dear Jezz, Thank you so much for yesterday, for believing in me. I loved what we did. Power, it’s sexy isn’t it! Magsxx

Just brilliant! I think I might have a word with Curve cock. He would be pleased to help train Mags. Between us, we are going to make Mags one very discerning female.

Emily has curtly told James that she is going to a cocktail party at Duncan’s this next week and that he ‘needn’t wait up’. The significance of this needs a brief comment. My friend Duncan has a big house. He is divorced and I guess he could be looking for a mistress of his mansion. There is a real risk for James that she starts to see her domicile over there! I can’t relieve James of all the angst that goes with that. As I have shared regarding others, sometimes a wife does walk. But I can remind James that we have something very strong as a threesome and that it would take a lot of Duncan’s to switch Em off from that!

We decide to go and watch a movie. Emily dresses in jodhpurs and a pair of Jimmy Choo boots, silk blouse and Burberry short padded jacket. It is very chic. I’ve decided that the three of us will go and see Twelve Years A Slave. I’ve seen the movie before but there are things in it that might prompt some honest discussion between Em and James. Its a brutal film and highlights terrible inequality, but it does make you think bloody hard about human nature. For a cuck couole it presumably prompts lots of thoughts, about dominance and submission. We have three exec seats at an out of town multiplex, yours truly seated in the middle, my girl on my right and her cuck to my left. James has managed the walk from the parking place to the cinema-Em and I hand in hand. He tries not to notice that I have my hand on Em’s thigh in the cinema and that she has a hand keeping it there. People could see. But you get to the stage where it might be right to come out. I don’t want that to be unduly traumatic for the guy-we’re working on it with the Duncan angle too. But I’m not about to pretend that Em and I are not an item.

My companions watch the movie with rapt attention. I see James wince during the difficult scenes. Emily screws up her pretty eyes too-she is firmly with the dignified hero. Afterwards we find a bar and share a nightcap. Emily is transfixed by the plantation owners wives, the ones that are hardened and cruel, impervious to the lot of the slaves. She clearly doesn’t condone slavery or the terrible acts that went with that, but are their glimpses here into the psychology of the dom wife? Still, I’m surprised by the lack of more searching conversation regarding the film, perhaps it is just too powerful? After the drink Emily kisses me lingeringly, and James fleetingly, and says that she wants us all to go home and fuck.

Sometimes we are all up for a threesome. I can tell that James is eager to assist. He gets the front passenger car door for his mistress and then slides into the back of the car. The conversation homeward is desultory. Emily teases that Duncan has asked her to consider a post at the place that he and James works. Its not as senior a post as Em holds now, but it gives Dunc easy access to his mistress. Its a wind up I guess, but now one too rich I think. I can just picture James squirming behind us and say firmly that Em should keep her senior post elsewhere. Duncan wants her, that is as it should be, but she is successful in her own right.

In the bedroom James peels off Emily’s boots and the jodphurs and she and I start to neck. James is good at squirming down between us and reverently edging his head upwards. There, he is at it now, licking his mistress’s sex. I slide behind her, my hands cupping her breasts. One hand slides down to her pussy and parts her lips with my fingers. There it is, the rhythmic lap of tongue, against her sex and over my fingers. We do this silently for now, well practised and enjoying the soft lamplight, there is no need yet for words. I lie back on the bed, draw Emily against me and spread her legs wide. Her sex gapes and James is eagerly down there, kissing and sucking. I really like the way he does this, he manages the pressure just right. He arouses her by sensuous increments. There, she has started to take his head, to force it hard against her sex as she grinds up against him. ‘I’m going to have you live in the shed at the bottom of the garden and only come up to do this’ she snarls through clenched teeth. She is a panther, lithe and insistent.

Emily releases my erection, tumescent and proud. She holds it steady and James wraps his mouth over the bell end. Em watches smiling for a moment and then we start to kiss again. We do this slow and the sensation of her tongue in my mouth and his lips on my glans is pretty good. Its hard to explain such intimacy, between three people, three people who know each other so well.

‘I want you to wank tonight’ she says simply and releases James winky from the plastic cage. He immediately touches himself.

I roll Emily onto her back, pin her shapely legs up over her head and dig on in. It is one dominant decisive thrust and i go ball deep in her. It wasn’t something possible those months ago, but it is is now, even if it does evoke a whimper. Tug, tug, tug, James is doing his thing. I am drilling his lady, welling up with lust for her. Her beautiful breasts are topped with nipples that stand out proud and pink. I like the way they judder with each insistent thrust.

‘You off the sheath with Duncan yet babe?’ my voice is husky. I am feeling so hot about my woman and all that she does!
‘Not yet darling’
‘Well…as soon as you’re sure you’re comfortable, I want you riding the guy bareback.’
‘Oh God Jezz…oh’

We might be weeks or months away from that. Emily is so savvy. But it does the business for James. His groans are sharp and sudden and the wasted toss is splashing out.
Emily shudders. Watching James ejaculate like that is so raunchy for her. She is climaxing….hard.
I erupt too, jagging relentlessly inside her firm body, feeling her thighs spasm.

Last night we let James sleep with us. It was just to horny and intimate after the sex to send him off down the corridor. Emily snuggled into my arms, her back to James and we kissed and petted. The bed is snug, warm and it is encased in the scent of sex. If James can’t get to sleep that way, he sometimes slides down the bed and licks Emily’s arse. I don’t just mean the cheeks either, I sometimes hold those open and he laps around her botty hole. The effect varies. Sometimes it makes her want to fuck again and James has to watch. Sometimes she is mildly annoyed and pushes him off after he has demonstrated his devotion to her. Last night it was the latter-she had had enough of him and he had to desist at pain of being ejected from the master bedroom. Discipline is everything.

I take Emily swimming this morning and we get this odd look from a neighbour who sees us. The woman is a nosey old cow, but Emily laughs and says that she has already told this busy body that she has a personal trainer. She just hasn’t said what the training is all about. Today Emily is in serious mood and wants to discuss arrangements. Here is her take on things.

1. She wants Duncan bareback, and he has been pressing for that. The thought of James licking up his boss’s (one of them anyway) dripping cum from her sex is delicious. She thinks Duncan is safe sexually to go that way, but she will insist on checks for them both as she will say that she has had a lively sex history. She really likes Duncan, the snob sex angle and she does want James socialised to being an open cuck. Duncan seems to offer that. But she wants to tell him about me, and to insist that he fucks as my accomplice. Is the guy ready for that? He has an ego even though he doesn’t rate the full score in bed? Is he ready to fuck a lady on such terms? I’m not sure. Emily though insists that he is a doting lover. He is intelligent and can be taught to see the bigger picture. ‘Look darling, I need a lot of sex and James accepts that. But you need to as well. Jezz lights my fire.’ Hmmmmn, may be. We agree that Em will test the water bit by bit. Duncan is after all curious about how Em is so accomplished and forthright at sex.

2. I tell her where in my wildest dreams I would love to see this go. Duncan is her social and sometime bed partner, James is her slave and she is carrying my kid. Its outrageous, its wanton and it thrills the fuck out of her. ‘Have you told James you plan to get me pregnant?’ I laugh, hell no, this is way off and so much has to happen in the meantime. Its our fantasy for now. She kisses me, ‘but you’re planning this aren’t you. Once James is openly cucked, and we have friends in the know…it will be so tempting.’

3. We discuss Mags too. My girl isn’t about to give up her maid. If I help Mags to learn the lifestyle, then she still wants to be top bitch with Margaret. Gently I remind Em of the need to manage Mags then, to work on her devotion too. She has been a little distracted with Duncan. She will invite Mags over this week and direct her in the gentle arts. I know what this will be-it will be a rules session. ‘I love it that Jezz is training you, but don’t forget who you also submit to…will you hear?!’ Its a very good feeling. I really do think that Mags can handle and would enjoy the life. She spent time looking for another alpha male to marry but what she really needed was a compliant husband who would accommodate an Andreas. Different thing.

From Emily
To Jezz

Darling, I’ve sent James over your way because Duncan is coming over to bed me. He doesn’t want my ‘pathetic husband’ in the way. He must have a break in his meetings and he knows that i am working from home today. My sweetie is a bit po faced, but I’ve told him that he has to get used to this. I allowed him to wank last night and now he is caged again. Its back on the wagon and that means this sort of discipline too. I oh so want Duncan bare back today, but I will be sensible. I’m going to suggest the tests and then we can get it on.
love Em

James and I shoot some pool whilst Duncan fucks his mistress at their place. He isn’t concentrating and the games are way too easy. He wants to ring her, to ask whether he can come back yet? He’s knows how mad this will make Emily so he just about holds off. Why does he hate Duncan so much? Well, where do we start? At work Duncan is giving him the smirky looks. There is the innuendo that select others have been told. It hurts when you’re told that your wife thinks that you are crap in bed. I’m not sure how to broach this but James does need preparation for the event. He is going to need to gird is loins as it were. ‘Look man, I think things are evolving, Duncan wants your mistress bareback and he is going to get his way. She loves being with him.’ I watch the miscue-the white ball ambling to the corner pocket, lingering on the cusp a micro second and disappearing down there. James is thinking about lapping up Duncan’s cold spunk. Why cold? Well, because with Duncan he will never be on the scene. James will never be party to all the intimate and tender things that his mistress shares with her lover. That’s right…it has to be this way. Mistress knows best. It is part of his training.

Poor James-never made it home last night, the permission call never came. Duncan took the marital bed and with it my friend’s mistress. I had him bed down on the couch and used the evening to talk awhile. James has been struggling with the idea of Em taking multiple partners. He has gotten used to me shafting his mistress and even feels committed to us as a threesome, but their early fantasies never featured social fucking. He never anticipated that his mistress would put it about with guys from her own class. This is a key thing for James to get over, really it is. He can’t fixate on just her dom, he has to learn to accept that she will fuck and orgasm with others, alpha males all, but as part of lifestyle. The living with be hedonistic. Deep down I wonder whether James has accustomed himself truly to submission, to the thought that Emily will never allow him to mount her again, even if she has him perform all sorts of other sexy tricks.

‘You’re not quite there are you man. You’re not quite with the idea that Emily has graduated from your league and only fucks with your betters now’

‘I thought I had. I feel there’s something left for us, what we do and she is as sexy as hell! I’m so drawn to her this way.’

‘That’s good, but you accept do you that she will only have alpha cocks in side her. She will flirt and she will fuck. You might start to think of her as a whore, but you have to bin that sort of thinking. Because she is elite…because she is better than you, different rules apply. You don’t have a right to judge her.’

‘I’ve understood that’

‘Really?’

‘Well….yes.’

‘OK then picture the scene- it is a summer’s day and Emily has invited friends over for lunch. You’re charged with getting everything ready and then manning the barbecue. Your mistress looks stunning and the guests do too. They’re all in their finery and you’re in well, something that doesn’t show up the burger fat. Duncan is there, lording it over the place and of course he pushes you about a bit. It’s in his genes, to establish that he is lord of this manor. You don’t contest, even though he laughs and jokes with a few execs from where you work. They all know that he is fucking your mistress. They drink a bit and laugh and flirt, and then Duncan takes your mistress up to the bedroom and fucks her. Perhaps another guy enjoys her too-it is recreational sex.’

James isn’t looking comfortable. I fix him a drink and tell him to get some shut eye. He will start to learn though, I will see to that at our own little Valentine’s day soiree.

After the enforced sleep over went back with James to see Emily. Duncan has left, but she is still in a bathrobe and now expects her cuck to dress her. My girl is so aroused still, it has clearly been a steamy night! James is itching to ask questions but he knows the rules as regards Duncan. He asks nothing! I sit and drink a coffee watching James dress his mistress. There is the suspender belt and there are the stockings. My girl wrecks havoc at work too. She knows how to look.

‘I’m going to take James over to Duncan’s place this evening and have him clean all the glasses and silver ware for Friday nights cocktail party. Duncan sees me as his hostess for the evening.’

[Its as if James isn’t there honest! He is making sure the cups of her bra nestle those lovely tits though. He couldn’t be closer.]

‘Will Dunc be there too then?’

‘I hope so, its his party!’

‘No, tomorrow night I mean.’

‘Well I hope so. I’ve asked him to be there, I want him to get used to James being the skivvy in the background. I hope he will fuck me upstairs on the bed whilst sweetie here cleans the crystal.’

[Emily kisses James at this point. It is slow, direct, considered and it is meant to wind the guy up. There is their own chemistry here, that which passes between a hotwife and her cuck. She whispers to him..]

‘You would like that sweetie wouldn’t you. The sound of the bed creaking upstairs, the little gasps and groans. You could pretend to be the servant, listening to the master and the mistress of the house get it on! Of course if you were caught, then you’d be out on the street.’

James gives her one of his pleading looks and looks down to her silk panties. He wants to finger her.

‘Alright, you can, but only for a while, I have an business appointment.’

The look on James’s face is amazing! Its puzzlement, horror and excitement wrapped up in one ball. I watch James run his fingers between her sex lips and then they are out and up to his nose. He inhales the scent and then there is the flick of his tongue. He says nothing. He asks nothing, but now his face hardens with desire. I can see the sticky white goo on his finger. Duncan is fucking his mistress bareback!

Watching James force his head down there, onto Emily’s well exercised sex is amazing. James’s need is so urgent he will happily risk censure. He is down there, quick time, licking up the seed residue. Emily looks up at me, bliss on her face but an apology too. She was meant to wait, meant to check things out at the clinic first. She has broken one of our cardinal rules. This is NOT something that I would recommend to thread readers-its just plain stupid! The anger inside me wells up. I want to snap, ‘what the fucking hell did you do bitch?’ A night is a long time though and with a masculine male appetite. Perhaps the first time they did sheath…but the last? If I lose my cool, then I’m hardly in charge anymore. Anyway reprimands are for another moment and a different place. I can’t deny it. Right now watching James lick her out, watching her accept the ministrations of his tongue have to be enough.

I am SO pissed off with Emily and with good reason. Whilst Duncan is probably clean, he is hardly a lothario, it is part of the code that you only ride bare back when you are very sure of a partner. Duncan in my view has not quite made that grade. A health check was required first, and for several good reasons. First off James licks Madam’s pussy to order, second I fuck the lady and third I also fuck Mags. An infection can spread. I spend the day fuming, hardly concentrating on my business. I am going to call Emily and speak my mind on this matter. She is only going to get my meat in latex, that is until she has run the checks. I am not giving up fucking Mags bareback, so this precaution is non negotiable. When i ring i get James on he phone. They’re fresh back from Duncan’s place.

‘So how did it go my friend?’
‘Honest Jezz, after a while it was dirty…it was amazing. I can’t describe the buzz!’
‘You sound really hyped up on it man. You’d better spill those beans.’
‘Well, my mistress drove me over to Duncan’s its a big six bedroom place out on the edge of the park. It has these high walls and electronic gates. It was really big.’
‘The man makes a buck or two’
‘Well, it must be a few bucks, he has the place so well furnished. Emily led the way in and Duncan grunted something about bringing her mongrel. I did well Jezz, I ignored that. He led the way through to the kitchen which was huge as well and the cleaner had set out all the glasses for their cocktail party. I just had to work my way through it all whilst Duncan showed my mistress the house. As she is to be hostess for the evening she had to know it well.’
‘You set too with the cleaning cloth?’
‘Well, I started, but Emily said that I was using a dirty cloth. Honest it wasn’t dirty Jezz, it was one left there by the cleaner for me. I started to clean one of the glasses to show it was fine and there was this tiny smear down the side. The cook must have used it to pick a dish out of the oven and i hadn’t seen it. I started to say something about the wrong cloth having been left there and Duncan told me that i was not to contradict my mistress.’
‘So what happened?’
‘He cuffed me….he cuffed me about the ear. I was caught off guard and fell against the kitchen island. Two of the glasses fell and broke.’
‘Fucking hell man…that was clumsy.’
‘It wasn’t my fault. But my mistress just smiled. She said to Duncan, ‘discipline him. He’s used to it. I do it all the time’. Duncan wasn’t sure what she meant. So she showed him, she beckoned me to her outstretched hand and I started to kiss it as is our way, and then my mistress slapped me across the face. It really stung.’

[Confession time-I have never seen Emily discipline James-not physically I mean. Its a sharp reminder that all women have hidden depths and the hotwife most of all. Emily’s depth centres on humiliation and just a little cruelty.]

‘So what happened then man?’
‘My mistress said that I had to apologise to Duncan, with my head bowed and then get on with my chores. I did as she said and Duncan laughed. He said, ‘shit…that was fucking hot. Do you slap him a bit then?’ My mistress said only when i fucked up. She used those words.’
‘Go on- so how did it go then?’
‘Well I was left to clean and my mistress kissed Duncan. He wasn’t comfortable with that in front of me, but I sensed that she wanted to make a point. She is the ultimate bitch and i really do never compete. After that they went upstairs and I could hear Duncan showing her rooms and explaining what each contained. After that, Duncan took my mistress to his bed.’
‘You enjoyed that yeah?’
‘Yes…well yes, I did.’
‘He was fucking her a while yeah?’
‘I guess it was an hour or more. I could hear these noises from upstairs.’
‘Frustrating when you can’t watch, yes?’
‘It was…but I rushed through the glasses and I stood on the stair way so that I could listen.’
‘Shit man…if the glasses weren’t clean you would take another cuffing!’
‘I know…but honest I needed this. My cock was a knot in the cage. I thought it would burst. I was so fucking tight.’
‘They make music?’
‘Not like you and my mistress do…it wasn’t pounding sex. It was well…’
‘Intimate?’
‘Yes, intimate. They kept talking and kissing, talking and kissing some more. ‘
‘What were they saying?’
‘My mistress said she liked the way Duncan had cuffed me. She liked the roughness of it. He said he was going to make her his woman. She was going to meet more friends and they would be an item. Then she said she needed him to fuck her, she wanted it so much.’
‘Did he make the bed springs work?’
‘Yes…he sounded as though he was boring her out. There were all these groans and moans and then he said he was going to make her such a little bitch.’

James is almost breathless. But he still remembers to ask. Do I want to speak to his mistress? No….not now. Emily and i can discuss sheaths later. For now I am thrilled with this progress. Social….casual fucking…is on its way. To my surprise, and delight, James has taken to this like a duck to water.

To Jezz
From Emily

Darling Jezz,

I know that you are cross with me. I have been stupid, rushing the bareback sex with Duncan. I am honestly and truly sorry. I’ve an appointment today at a clinic, to check things out and know that you won’t fuck me again until all is proven well. Duncan is sexy in bed. He makes me cum, but its largely through what is in my head. The thought of being with him in the big house, being a lady to his lord and having James as a butler. It’s not the terribly hot orgasms that you give me, the deeply physical ones. So I desperately need to get checked out and for us to be comfortable with each other again. Yet I need him too and hope desperately that my wise dom will understand and approve. Duncan is so cultured, so sophisticated and that presses new buttons between James and I. James has always had an inferiority complex about his upbringing and mine. Deep down, our explorations started there, with the need to ensure that madam got what she wanted. For the first time last night I had James lick me out in front of Duncan. James was so dutiful. He licked jp all that sticky and steamy spunk and Duncan watched him silently. He was watching me as much as James. I saw the way he looked into my face, the way I controlled James with my hand. I am quite sure that he is utterly disgusted with the man he calls my ‘mongrel’, but equally assured that he is aroused by my decisive and hedonistic ways. Duncan and I have not discussed it yet, not in the way that you and I do, but I sense that he likes me being a bitch.

You should see Duncan’s house-it is very impressive. I have nicknamed it the ‘Dolls House’ and I am the doll within. The master bedroom has a big bed in the centre of the room and this fantastic lighting and sound control system. It is a very sexy place to fuck. There is a large walk in wardrobe and when Duncan showed me that he handed me an account card for a posh store in town asking me to full it with clothes on his account. He understands that I won’t leave James, but he wants me to have lots of nice things to wear stored here, for when I visit or sleep over. I felt such a siren when he gave me that- the account has a ridiculously high limit set. I kissed him really slowly, whilst James polished away downstairs. You would laugh at how vamp I was. I said, ‘I’m not just a bitch in bed, I’m a bitch at the shops, I might ruin you’. He just laughed. Perhaps he knows something about the Duncan reserve that I don’t. Anyway, I wanted you to know this because it helps sort out Duncan’s role. He is a sugar daddy and yes a class mate. I need to fuck with someone posh, you know that, so I do hope you will understand darling.

Tonight we have the cocktail party and I will then sleep over. Don’t worry James knows and he has been told not to pester you. I’ve decided to spend the weekend with Duncan and so i have told James to visit his sister on Saturday night. He never does enough family things and it will keep him occupied. I will shop with Duncan on Saturday and start to fill a rail or two in that wardrobe. I love you very much indeed and have asked Mags to pop over to sleep with you. I hope that she keeps you good and stiff until I can prove to you properly how I need that tool of yours. It won’t be long either-they will priority mail the clinic report. I love you. Emxx

A few posts back I reflected on what bulls do. Right now though I don’t know anymore. Emily is so head strong…I worry that I might be losing her. I can’t think up a neat analysis. I don’t have my usual cool head on so I am going to leave this a while. Perhaps over the weekend. Right now all I know is that i don’t offer a Jaguar coupe and a six bedroom house. I don’t inject culture into the relationship even if I know how to fuck hard. My girl wants both and she will get both. I know that. I’ve sometimes said that hotwife’s live this lifestyle because a single guy can’t be all the things necessary to her. Its disturbing that this can apply to a dom as well. It’s hard that it applies to me as well as James.

To Jezz
From Emily

Darling no answer to my email? No call? I’m missing you. How can I get ready for tonight not knowing how you feel?

To Emily
From Jezz

Why didn’t you stick to the rules-about bareback?

To Jezz
From Emily

Because I have feelings Jezz. When I fuck a man it is because I want him. I have feelings for Duncan as I have feelings for you. When I say that i love you I mean it. I don’t love James less, but just accept it is love of a different kind. When I tell Duncan ‘I want you’ it can’t always be covered in caveats. Please understand. I know you’re feeling testy, that this is difficult. I’m away with Duncan for the weekend, but I do need your cock, I always do and you know it.

To Emily
From Jezz

You’re edging away babe- you’re digging the social thing and you’re revising plans.

To Jezz
from Emily

Are you jealous?!

To Emily
from Jezz

Of course I fucking well am. I have feelings too you know.

To Jezz
From Emily

Well darling you will have to use that jealousy- direct it in a useful way. I have not changed anything. I want you, and need you. I have got to this position because of what we did at Christmas. Without you I would never be managing James this way. I would never be living the lifestyle. But you can’t be Duncan and he can’t be you. He is class and you are cock. Think about how difficult that is for a girl? Ideal worlds don’t spin around too often and I do know my own mind. Yes I would like to live with Duncan and have James as our pet. I would like to have Duncan accept that you regularly came around to fuck me. But these things aren’t a given and as you and I agreed, we explore these matters. We’ve agreed that I should fuck socially haven’t we?

To Emily
From Jezz

Yes, we have agreed. I told you to get it on with Duncan. I even told you to think about riding bareback…I know that.

To Jezz
From Emily

You make my case for me darling. Please don’t be cross. James needs to be put down with class-he needs to find a place where he accepts me as his mistress and out in the open. This is the place for that. Duncan is his boss. He is his social superior. Duncan and I come from the same background. It’s natural that we should be together. Did you think that I wouldn’t social climb as part of our lifestyle?

To Emily
From Jezz

Honest…I hadn’t thought about it.

To Jezz
From Emily

Well you must. You have taught me to a bitch and to be ruthless. James is so well behaved and that is thanks to you. He has talked to you as a friend as well as his master. He has coped and adapted because you have told him he must. Duncan laughs at him but he is utterly devoted. Duncan accepts that i boss my husband about. Just as long as James doesn’t pretend that he can fuck me too then things are fine. It is working out I promise you!

To Emily
From Jezz

If you craved a kid, right now, whose would it be?

To Jezz
From Emily

Duncan’s. Ask silly questions and you get silly answers! Duncan’s because we would live together int this big house, and our baby would have all the privileges. James would live in the annex and it would be just perfect. Now go and cool off. Look over your blog posts during the weekend. I’m not talking to you until next week when your red mist has lifted. I DO LOVE YOU. Emilyx

To Jezz
From James

Are you OK? Emily is furious with you. She stomped around the house and it was difficult to get her ready. I packed her the small bag and did her nails. She looked as immaculate as ever. Perfect- the complete mistress. Duncan has picked her up and she has gone for the weekend. I’m OK honest. I’m pretty steady about this. I am quite sure that Duncan is perfect for her. She thrives on the up market sex…and truth be told, it is horny for me too. But are you OK? She wants you too you know. She just isn’t about to give up this thing with Duncan. Don’t let the aggro derail you. You have been good for her, so good. You have been good for me too. I admit it.

@cuckmatt said:

Emily is as you’ve described previously…..head strong and intelligent with it. I’ve been following this thread from the word go. The way it has evolved. The way you have coaxed and coached Emily, James and his mother. I know it’s not a game being played out but I wouldn’t discount some sort of reality check (for want of a better term) for all involved. Perhaps have Emily write again on here. Her full and unfiltered thoughts on the various situations she has encounteted? Almost like a cathartic exercise if you will. To me, it’s just started to read like a potential nightmare for James. Less so for you Jezz but you have still invested heavily in this relationship. I think a step back for everyone, to reappraise things can be only a good thing.

I sincerely hope that you can reign things in a notch for the sake of what you, Emily, James and Mags have.

matt.

Matt, thanks. I appreciate the thoughts. We do need to take stock. I need to take stock. I’ve felt at certain points that things are moving very fast. I didn’t consider enough what involving Duncan would mean. I didn’t stop to think how he could be brought into the fold-helped to realise that he is a part, but not the whole of her sex life. That’s the chief risk for James. Duncan may try and take Emily off him completely and she could be so turned on about leaving to be with him-well…its not how I see things. Next week we all need to tell one another what we are feeling and trying to do. I’ve a path to mend with Emily before she will open up about that. This weekend she will fuck Duncan big time.

Emily is intelligent and she is emotionally savvy too. I didn’t play the Duncan thing decisively enough though and she at the moment is on Duncan speed. I believe that we will rebalance all this though. We all care enough to do that. Jezz

There is a ring on the doorbell, just before eleven this evening. Mags is standing there, dressed in a pair of leather hot pants, patterned black tights and lace up Victorian ankle boots. I wasn’t planning to call her until tomorrow.

‘My mistress sent me-she is worried about you.’

‘Come in’

I fix two bourbon whiskies and we sit and swallow them staring out through the window at oak trees buffeted by the high winds. The night is black.

‘She rang me. She said that James is in a good place right now, accepting his lot but that you’re not.’

‘And my lot is Mags?’

‘Teaching my mistress how to be even better sexually. Supporting her as she builds a new lifestyle. Fucking her until she begs for mercy, because she needs that too.’

‘Duncan is fucking her right now-I know it.’

‘Of course….but that is what you want as well. Duncan is a tool for you to enjoy as much as she. Duncan allows her to spread her wings, for you to see what a truly selfish, wanton, bitch can be like.’

‘You seem very sure’

‘I am very sure…and that is why I let you train me too. I will find a man to enslave and sleep with his betters. i will be the siren that he dreams about but can never have. I know that you can bring that out in me. Now….I think you should take me to bed and release some of that tension.’

I kiss her lingeringly. I can smell her perfume and I want her.

‘Don’t fret Jezz…Emily knows what she is doing. You have to be on edge too. Otherwise you will tire of her. You cannot cage that bird completely.’

Saturday morning came round and when I woke Mags was still in my arms, her body soft and accommodating. We fucked till around 1am, vigorous, angry fucking, my cock jagging roughly in and out of her lovely snatch. It’s this sort of sex that wrecks a woman for Mr average and his love making ability. If you’re angry you fuck differently and Mags knew that. She relaxed her sex muscles as much as she could and took the pounding. I saw her face as it was shoved rhythmically and repeatedly into the pillow, her butt up to the base of my cock. She squealed a bit, her nails digging into the sheets. Taking a woman doggy style when you have fire in your belly is the easiest and hottest way. You grip her hips and drive for the finish line. It was relentless. Now, as a weak winter’s sun sends rays into the bedroom, she wakes slowly and opens her mouth to my kiss.
‘I needed that so bad…thank you.’
Her smile is so inviting.
‘That’s OK…you know I come on to you when you want it. I do as I’m told.’
‘I’m glad she told you to come over.’
‘I’m glad too- you were such an animal.’
‘She really got to me this time you know’
Mags smiles. She smiles in that way that women have when they understand something you don’t. She smiled in that way that says, ‘you don’t know everything’.
‘It would be pointless if she didn’t get to you. It would be worthless if it was just a game. Feeling angry, jealous and hungry is what this is about too. She wants that.’
‘Well she got to me really fine this time. I want her so fucking much. I want her to be the hottest little bitch ever and…’
‘And to be with someone else?’
‘No…well sometimes.’

More smiles from Mags.

‘Jezz…, its so right, so hot between you and Emily because you are both top gun. She will play you sometimes just as you play her. She needs that edge between you. She needs that as much as she needs to put my son down.’
‘Maybe…’
‘Not may be, its for certain. She needs to be with Duncan because he fuels something you don’t. She needs to be with you because James doesn’t have the balls and Duncan doesn’t have the physique. This isn’t an either or thing with Emily, its a both and because thing…but you haven’t worked that out yet.’

It’s too early for the philosophy, but I’m relieved any how. Mags at least doesn’t see this as the big bust up. Its a minor tiff. Its part of the charge of the sex. I make her coffee and toast. We eat on the verandah and then she kisses me before she goes.

‘Don’t lose your nerve. If you hold onto that, then Emily will hold onto you.’

I watch her leave and think, shit, that Valentine’s party can’t come soon enough.

I’m posting this retrospectively-looking back over the weekend. To be frank, I thought, it’s time to stop this thread. You’ve nothing to share, nothing to teach, save that this bull at least is fallible. The weekend was a mire despite what Mags said. I kept thinking of Emily in Duncan’s arms, smiling and laughing. I saw her with his friends and yes, jealousy gnawed away at my insides. I cursed myself for getting emotionally attached, for seeing this as more than sex. Alright, I know, cuckold sex is inside the head as well as the bedroom, but there are bits of your head, as a bull that it shouldn’t reach. Truth be told I wasn’t thinking too much then about James and what the outcome might be for him. I wasn’t thinking that she might leave him. I was thinking that she might thank me for the fun and the counsel and say she was moving on now. She had outgrown our relationship. Anything she said about James needing to be put down this way was so much crap. She was clawing up the ladder and now the cuckold thing could be set gently aside.

Saturday, two texts from Emily, both saying she missed me. ‘I am serious about you’ sounded reassuring. But was this just Em being glib?
Sunday, another couple of texts. ‘This is so right, I’ll explain later’ was more ambiguous. What the fuck had they been doing or saying?

I have decided to continue the thread and report the journey. If it works out well, then take from it as you will. If it arouses and informs, then great. If it turns out shit, then pause and analyse what went wrong. Don’t make the mistakes yourself. If you are cucking right now, see if you can spot warning signs. If you are just playing with the idea, well, talk a lot more about how it might be for you. My decision comes from a conviction, that this lifestyle is right for some. It is right for very assertive and discriminating wives and submissive husbands who are honest with one another. They may be a small group, but we need to talk about the experiences and the ways to work things out as you go along. That is why I’ll stick with the thread for now.

Monday morning. Emily rang to say that she would be around in 10 minutes. She cannot stay so long as she needs to get back and see James before he goes off to work. She needs to reassure the guy. Stupidly I wait at the bedroom window, waiting for a taxi to drop her at the front door. I am anxious, I admit it. I am very anxious. Part of me is ready for a fight and another for reconciliation. What appears up the drive is not a taxi but a Porsche Boxster. It is silver and sleek and from behind the wheel Emily emerges. She is wearing designer jeans and tan boots, she has her hair up and has a tweed short crop jacket over her shoulders like some madam from a shooting party. Fuck…she looks absolutely perfect.

The door bell rings.

‘This is for you’ Emily says when I answer the door.

I open a small, exquisitely wrapped parcel and take out a gold signet ring. The letters E and J are intertwined. How she has managed to buy this over the weekend I don’t know, but as she starts to say, ‘I have missed you so…’ I kiss her greedily. I grab her buttocks and pull her sex against my erection. A voice in my head screams apologise for being snotty last week and another screams, shit no, show no weakness. She wouldn’t respect that. I say…

‘new wheels’

‘Yes…Duncan got it for me…do you like it?’ Her voice quavers as she speaks. She is not taunting or teasing, she is actually unsure. She wants me to be pleased. She wants me to be pleased for her. This isn’t a triumphant Emily, this is a truant who is fresh back from an adventure.

‘It suits you. It’s very madam about town.’
‘Thank you…I so needed you to say that. I have so needed you to say that you still want me. I so need you… to trust me.’
‘I want to fuck the ass off you lady.’
Emily smiles. There is a little gulp as she starts to speak.
‘I want that too…but let’s save for that tonight. I want to tell you about Duncan. I want you to know that things will be OK.’

I fix her a coffee and she starts to recount the weekend. Saturday shopping, Duncan taking her to his favourite shop. The cocktail party was a success. thirty guests and Emily the consummate hostess. No surprise to me I can tell you. She has all the poise you could wish for. Saturday afternoon over to the Porsche dealership and Duncan picks out her car. It is a lease arrangement, but still so impressive and handled matter of fact. She is speechless. It triggers huge doubts. She insists that she hasn’t forgotten James. She cannot forget James…so what does this all mean? Duncan sits her down outside, leaving the sales people to do the paperwork. He talks about his ex. She was an alcoholic, sometime depressive who never wanted Duncan to push on with his career. She wanted them to recede into some obscure corner. She manipulates and poisoned the friendships and the contacts he made. This is why, he earnestly informs her, that she and James are perfect. He so wants Emily but doesn’t believe in marriage anymore. It always goes sour. He needs Emily and her charm, her companionship, her sex appeal, and he will give loads back in return. He hope that this doesn’t seem cold, ‘some sort of bloody business agreement’ (his words). He swears that he won’t push James out. He swears that he won’t cramp Emily’s style, because he can’t make a marital commitment.

‘That’s what your text meant’
‘Yes’ Emily takes my hand.
‘I told him that I have someone else. I told him that I have a lover, that i needed someone because James wasn’t what I had expected.’
‘You told him about me…about us?’
‘Not by name…not by the arrangement. But I told him that I sleep with a very physical man and that I wouldn’t stop doing so. I said that I couldn’t keep his gifts if that was a problem.’

‘From what you just drove up in, I assume that he accepted that.’
‘Yes…he did.’
‘You mean, he did…’
Emily laughs and kisses me, ‘yes. Honestly, he did. That is why I am so excited. That is why it will be OK. He won’t push you out and he won’t push James out. He knows how I am with James. He will guess that you are a hard man too.’

This is surreal. It is damned surreal. Its perfect for her and i can see that. She has all the snobby stuff with him. She is ambitious, hard headed and decisive about all this. Yes she doubts and worries but she goes for what she wants too. Did Mags guess this? What did she know?

Checking her watch she says,
‘I have to go…you will come over this evening won’t you. I want you so much!’
‘Yes…of course…sure, yes.’

As the car drives off from outside my heart is racing. There are two emotions. Exhilaration for sure, but also a scary feeling too. Its the one you get when the roller coaster heads for the corkscrew. Its the one where you will ride through, but not direct the course.

I have no clear idea whether last night was all about relief that Emily was back, whether it was about the fact that Duncan’s position was clearer or whether it was because James was being especially attentive. Their home was our nest and all was suddenly and completely cosy and warm within it. Emily presented me with the clinic report-all was clear. She was eager to fuck and told me that Duncan understood that he had to be faithful to our circle. He had whispered, ‘I’m obsessed with you’ and she had responded calmly, ‘good, that’s what I expect.’ listening to her update I had this tremendous hard on. I really wanted her, the hot little bitch. I kissed her running my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness of her crotch.

‘How do you manage all this…handling these relationships’ I asked, kissing the nape of her neck.
‘I don’t know… With Duncan I’m the material girl. I am so selfish and madam with him. With James I’m the aloof bitch. With you…well…I’m on heat.’

We are in the kitchen and my mind races. I have Emily bent over the work surface, her pretty little skirt up around her waist, pounding away inside her from behind. She is playful though, gently teasing. It is as if she realises that tonight things must be built to a crescendo. She wants James full engagement in the bonding.

‘Let’s play lollipops’ she suggests and she leads me through to the lounge where James is putting out drinks. He has set the log fire and the place is candle lit. He has soft music playing and everything is right.

We lounge back on the leather sofa, Emily unzips my fly and takes out my already erect member. She waggles my weapon like a banner in the breeze, shooting James this I won’t be denied look and he comes on over. I am not gay, but I have to tell you, the feel of a defeated husband’s submissive mouth around your glans, when his wife has him properly to heel, is bloody mind blowing.

‘Lick Jezz’s balls for him. You really are ridiculous aren’t you. You’re my very own little lap dog.’

I feel a wet tongue over my scrotum. Right now that tickles. But when I am cock base deep in my girl, I love it. I love the fact that James is encouraging my seed sacks- massaging them so they shoot the biggest possible load inside her. This is it. This is the intimacy. This is what is different about our way. This is what doesn’t happen in vanilla sex, the deep, deep intimacy between people.

‘Tell Jezz what you told me earlier sweetie…tell him what you really want.’

Emily strokes his hair. She coos to the guy, smiling and kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

‘Don’t be shy.’

‘I was hoping…I was thinking..’

‘Go on, we are all close here, you know that.’

‘Well, I was hoping you would have Jezz tatooed somewhere on your body. I mean to show..’

‘To show that we are a couple, ‘ smiled Emily, ‘that is so sexy isn’t it.’

I kiss Emily hard. It is such a fucking hot idea right now. I want to own her again. But my girl isn’t some easy sap. She knows that this must be played. She is whispering to James again, but I am the intended audience too.

‘Hmmmn, that would be nice wouldn’t it. But it would need to be discrete. Duncan thinks tattoos are vulgar and not to be shown. That would be OK though wouldn’t it.’

I am so fucking hard about her now. I want her so much! I grab James mop of hair and drag his mouth to her sex. There is barely a moment for Emily to lift her skirt hem and to drag the crotch of her panties to one side. There, James is nicely attached, sucking away at her sex lips. The sensations must be working their magic on Em because she starts to kiss and whisper by turn, our mouths locking and unlocking.

‘James finds it harder licking up cold seed…its so sticky.’

The little bitch is teasing. I know what she means. She is talking about this morning. What she probably had James do before he was sent off to work.

‘Its so much nicer when it is hot and fresh. He likes the smell of it, don’t you sweetie?’
James is too engrossed to answer. He’s like a babe at the nipple-latched on.

‘Jezzer man…he prefers your spunk. You fill me up.’

I kiss her lovely lips. Our eyes are into each other, locked together in a new and eager bond.

‘You are such a bitch!’ I murmur.
‘Yes….but you like it don’t you. You like it that I am seeing Duncan too.’

Hell I don’t…but I do. I’m further forward with that. Right then the conversation could have died.

‘I’m using him and he is using me. That’s how it is darling. I want nice things and nice people, and he needs to be obsessed by a woman without getting burnt by her.’

‘You’re burning him already…he just hasn’t noticed the spit iron down his throat.’

‘No I’m not!’ Emily giggles.

‘You bloody well are. You’re ruling him with your pussy.’

‘Well…that is true. But that’s my habit. Once I controlled James I wanted another to submit.’

‘We have company remember…’ I touch her breasts through the silk of her blouse.

‘Oh he doesn’t mind. He knows he’s back down in the junior league.’

‘I fucking well want you. I want to screw you silly’
‘Good….I want that, I want you to take me.’

I nudge James to one side and his face comes up wet and disappointed. He stares at his mistress wide eyed.

‘Go and sit in the corner like a good boy’ Emily whispers to him.

Grudgingly, oh so grudgingly, he withdraws. I see him sink into the armchair. He reaches inside his pants and i see that Emily has him out on parole. He starts to masturbate and Emily smiles.

Sincerely, its of little consequence to me. He could rub himself raw for all I care. Just as long as he doesn’t get in the way of me enjoying his wife. Right now that’s how I want to see her. His wife, my conquest. She is someone else’s and I am taking her. I plough into her, occupying her sex, pulling open the blouse and ripping off the buttons en route to her hard nipples. There they are, erect and pink. Emily has beautiful big areoles, and pert paps on top. I suck them in turn now, gouging and grinding with my cock.

‘Oh darling..’ words, so few words. The gasps have won the day and we both now share the song. We won’t last very long this first time. There is so much relief here.

‘Fuck, fuck fuck’ James is growling in the corner, tugging sharply on his winky. There, he has lost it. Little beads of spunk shoot into the air and he is groaning. Emily notes the eruption, dismisses it as of little consequence and opens her mouth to me. My tongue slides inside and as he we lock top and bottom our bodies convulse in one terrible tangle. We are grinding into each other as though there is no tomorrow. My spunk is flowing and her sex is siphoning. There, the perfect union, her sex lips tight on my shaft, her thighs quivering. The sacred sexual moment.

From Mags
To Jezz

I heard you guys are back on track. That is so good! Don’t you dare lose your nerve again.
Don’t despair either though. Andreas [her past lover] was very possessive with me. I do understand. Just relax with Emily-she is devoted to you.

I am so envious of the Porsche. God I’m envious. How does that happen then? Did you train her on that too?
love Magsx

I will get no work done today. Emily drops by, the new toy purring on to the drive. You can see that my girl is very taken with the car. Do I want to go for a drive in the Porsche? Well yes, who wouldn’t? I follow Em down to the car, admiring how her cute little ass wiggles in the jeans that she wears. I go to take the car keys as we get down there and she kisses me. ‘Let me drive you.’ We head out down the dual carriage way and onto the motorway. The traffic is heavy with trucks grinding their way along, but Emily steers the sports car through the mess like she has driven it for ages. She drives aggressively, fast, but not stupidly. It seems that she is in the mood to discuss tactics and driving at speed just hypes it all up for her.

‘I think,’ she muses, ‘that it is time to take James to the next level. I might start pegging him. He is pretty malleable…what do you think?’

I picture my friend James with his ass in the air, taking a strap on up his botty driven by my girl.’

‘Isn’t he behaving himself babes?’

‘That’s just it, he is! He is doing nearly everything I require. I need him to resist a bit, so that’s why i thought i might press the envelope a bit.’

I watch Emily change down, manicured fingers on the leather covered gear shift. She has spotted the gap and takes the Mercedes E class with ease. She doesn’t look at the woman driving it. She is simply top bitch.

‘You would handle it well…but if he cut up rough I could insist on it.’

‘Yes, that would be sexy. It won’t happen over night. I don’t want to injure the guy!’

We drop down off the motorway, across a big road and find this country lane. Driving fast along this is exhilarating. The lines of trees shoot past like soldiers on parade. My girl is inspecting them.

‘I have encouraged Duncan to discipline James too- to cuff him lightly when he doesn’t do what he is told. If I’m honest….I almost want James to come back then, to make a fight of it. It would be such a turn on.’

I smile. Something is pulling in my pants. It ain’t the seat belt.

‘Can we stop…I’m going to fuck you.’
‘Of course’.

We find this pull in, a little off the lane and leading i guess to the stables up on the brow of the hill. Emily gets out. She glances about, kicks off her pumps and pulls down her jeans. They are off smoothly enough. She is naked below now, her sex on show.

‘On the bonnet…spread your fucking legs.’
She does as she is told, spreading her legs and pulling her sex lips open for me to see. her hole is stretched. It has been stretched a while.

I load my tool into her and she hooks her legs around me. we are fucking there in the open air, my jeans down and my cock up. I really have never had a thing about cars, but i want to fuck her on this one now. I want to really test those springs. It is as if we haven’t yet finished with last night. We will need to do this lots. Count the posts on this thread and then the number before. Sex can be a paroxysm and then you just have to do it. That’s how it is, we a drug for each other. Why I had doubts those last days i will never know.

Its a moment only and then she grips me. I can feel her feet banging against my buttocks, trying to kick my cock further up her cunt. I haven’t got the rhythm right, its too urgent, too bloody raw and she is sliding a bit on the polished bonnet. But my arrogant cock still takes her over the edge. She is jerking up to me, welcoming my tool inside.

You fucking bastard….you just take it don’t you.’
‘I fucking well do.’
‘God, I can feel your balls tensing’
‘It’s time.’

We climax in unison. It is delicious and wanton, and greedy and free. No one pins her down bar yours truly. I can feel her sex gripping me, sweet little spasms.

‘Does my driving scare you?’
I laugh.
‘Nice try babes. No…it doesn’t.’

The drive back is more sedate. Its as though the primal urge has been met. We’ve done it. I can see the wet patch on the crotch of her jeans. As she drops me off she says,

‘I’m just popping over to see Duncan for half an hour…you don’t mind do you?’

I laugh. Sometimes my mare can be just a little obvious.
‘Make him lick you out first, alright?’
‘Of course’.

I’m curious about the Duncan experience and ring Emily late last night. Its a quiet curiosity. There is none of the angst and jealousy of before. We have found a new equilibrium and it will last a while I guess before new challenges arise. i know this now, Emily loves sex on the edge. As well as what she and James share, she needs a good deal of excitement. She is passionate about men, the strong ones and the weak ones and what this can mean in sexual sharing. Is she crazy? I think not. But she is a genie out of the bottle.

‘How did it go with Duncan’
‘It was lovely…I wasn’t there long though.’
‘Was he a good boy’
Emily giggles.
‘Yes…he licked me out as you said he must. I didn’t have to make him. He saw the wet patch on my jeans, took them down and slid his mouth onto my sex. It was very horny.’
‘And you encouraged him’
‘Yes, I told him he was passing my test. He was showing me that he accepted that someone else fucked me.’
‘Did he ask things/’
‘He asked how big you were.’
‘The age old anxiety’
‘I suppose so. Anyway, I did tell him that you were bigger down there.’
‘He handle that?’
‘Yes…I think he did. He wanted to meet you sometime. He was anxious that socially he wasn’t pointed out as a second string male and I assured him of that. Duncan and I don’t do vulgar.’
‘What then?’
‘I begged him to fuck me. I needed his cock.’
‘You needed a cocktail you sexy mare.’
Emily laughs
‘Yes…that too. Are you shocked?’
‘No. I presume that this bit is a James thing?’
‘You know me pretty well don’t you. James and I are sexy in our own way. He loved it when I got home.’
‘This is horny babe. He still OK with things, still alright with the pace of the lifestyle?’
‘I think I shock him sometimes…my appetite. I shock myself. These days I want a lot of sex. I want dirty sex.’
‘There will be doubt days, when you look in the mirror and say hell, slow down a bit.’
‘Really?’
‘Really, I promise you. Right now you burn fingers you are so hot. But you’ll have quieter times as well.’
‘I love that in you…that you think a lot.’
‘Sometimes the thinking hurts’
‘Like….like over the weekend?’
‘Yes’
‘Do you think I was cruel?’
‘No. You were exerting your rights. Yo were reminding me that you are alpha too.’
‘We are so good together. But I want Duncan as part of things.’
‘Understood babe-that’s understood now.’

In another thread (Is there something I am not getting?) I talk with Nigel and Matt about the philosophy of living our lifestyle and it is sustaining. Both ponder about things and we realise that there isn’t a text book for this, despite what gets touted on Amazon or elsewhere. Its more complex and immediate and dynamic than a formula. But I do sense now that I need to talk some more with Emily about building our circle. This isn’t the circle of the lunatic father in Meet the Fockers. I’m hardly ex CIA! But there are some parallels of a kind. If we are to sustain the lifestyle that we are exploring, then we need to think some about how we include and involve others. We need to protect each other some, but not stifle things unduly. There are folk who find the more liberal sex lifestyle abhorrent. We have no wish to offend them, but we do need to find ways to live our way, comfortably. I know that Emily wants this. She wants our arrangement to be more open, for James to be able to talk about his submission to her in a more honest way. My worries about condoms and safe sex were a part or that-but a circle is sustained by other means too-by getting to know folk better.

There are a few things to consider. I need to befriend Duncan and to help him feel a part of our scene as well as the one that he develops with Emily. I don’t know his take on things, but I do know that he worships the girl and that he likes to make life good for her. The post above suggests that we might get along. He might find Emily even sexier if he understands how assertive and accomplished she is as a hot wife. I would like to know Duncan and his friends. I have no illusions. I’m not going to become instant posh society, but if I am to help make that great for Emily, then I have to be au fait with it and supportive too.

There is more to do with James. Emily is about to push that envelope and sincerely, I don’t want the guy to lose it on the changes. He has his safe word, but that’s the last resort. I want to understand a bit more about the thrill of his submission. We need to talk intimate here and i’m going to try and persuade him to interview for you in this thread. Its so difficult for the guy. He makes such a big journey, but we will give it a go. Will James cope with pegging- I don’t know? He has already shown himself up for some mild discipline. I don’t know all these things and I do need to know a bit more.

Mags is so exciting and this could go so many ways. She is really into black guys and she handled the visit to the cottage pretty well. Perhaps she remembers the aloof thrill of that affair so many years ago. I want to help her explore things, to enjoy great cock, but to find a nice and submissive guy. We will take our time and he will be invited into this circle. Its not the sort with the fingers, remember me watching you Focker. Its the sort that is about sustaining mutual and considerate pleasures.

From Mags
To Jezz

Spent yesterday at my mistress’s, fixing her a nice supper. James was sent out to clear leaves up in the garden. We rambled over so many subjects, but that did include tattoos. She is having Jezz and a tiny ladybird etched into her rear later today. She wanted me to tell you as a tease, so that you can look forward to seeing it. It arouses me. I think of having the name of some black stud inked in the same way, Lewis, Carl, Troy or some such. He will be so proud seeing me branded as his. I will flaunt it before my husband. I begged her to let me come along to watch the deed and she has agreed. She wants me to lick her sex whilst it is being done, but I am quite sure that the tattoo artist will frown. I am to lick her to orgasm afterwards. What is the Porsche like to ride in-my mistress seems to drive so fast!

James is to learn of the tattoo later. She has started to train his botty for what she wants to do to it as part of their thing. She pulls on these surgical gloves, covers her fingers in gel and gently massages inside there. I can hear her whispering and encouraging him upstairs, helping him to relax as she works his body. He gasps and groans a lot. I suspect that he doesn’t entirely enjoy it yet, but she insists that he will. He is to wear a neat little butt stopper there as well as his cage when he goes out with you both! She will show him the tattoo before her next training session with the gloves.

love always-MagsX

Today I will go over to see James and conduct that interview. We’re going to focus on the beginnings, how he realised what he was like and that he needed to submit to Emily. I think we take this a piece at a time. We can move on to the negotiations, how their relationship started to change after that. Some who share this blog are at that stage, wrestling with what seems pervy or shameful. So I hope that the interview will help. What you need to know when you read it is that this is all about fit. If the needs of the wife and the needs of the husband blend, then bliss is possible. Whilst I don’t understand half of the cuck psychology I will find out more. Its important for us as well as hopefully helpful for others. Think I will keep well away from the butt plug thing though. This is another of those stages where my girl is asserting her mistress hood. James may be a bit stressy about that.

JAMES INTERVIEW: THE BEGINNINGS

I’m over at Emily’s place and James and i have got an hour or so to talk in private. I learn that his mistress and Mags have gone to town shopping. Thinking about that is distracting. I wonder what they’re doing?! James looks a tad uncomfortable, but I’m not entirely sure whether it because of this interview, or whether his mistress has a butt plug in situ with the guy. May be it is both. Anyway, I will do my best to help him relax. I tell him that this time I want to focus on the first inklings that he had that he was cuck orientated and where that come from. I want to hear about being with Emily and thinking that she could be a hot wife. We’ll talk about their explorations associated with that in a later interview.

Jez You ready man- its really good of you to talk like this. Others in our blog should find it interesting. I reckon it will be good for some prospective hotwives as well. To hear a cuck think aloud like that, one that they don’t live with.
Ja: I’ll do my best.
Jez: OK, let’s fill in some background, you’ve been with Emily for a few years now right, was it six or seven?
Ja: You lose track don’t you. Married I guess it has been seven, but we dated a while before then.
Jez: You were married before weren’t you, a younger girl, what shall we call her?
Ja: Let’s call her Elise. Yes, I was married for three years, but it went wrong. We went our own ways.
Jez: Elise like Emily…do you go for a type of lady man?
Ja: No…Elise was very different. She was , well more homely, more folksy perhaps. She wasn’t as aggressive as my mistress.
Jez: Assertive?
Ja: No..honestly Id’ say Emily is aggressive, but that’s OK, its what i learned to love and to need.
Jez: Did Elise dominate you?
Ja: No…she didn’t. We were very well, very mellow. We weren’t adventurous about sex in any way. We did it, we fucked I mean, but it wasn’t the centre of the universe for us. She was very different from my mistress
Jez Take me back then to the first inklings that you were a cuck in the making. Did you use to fantasise about Elise fucking other men?
Ja(laughs) Hell yes, I did, but this was never Elise’s thing. She was a little chubby and very pretty. Men came on to her alright, but she would run a mile rather than do the business with them.
Jez But you did think about it, some guy shafting your first wife.
Ja Yes I did…I would sometimes masturbate in the john at a party, because other guys were watching my wife when ww danced. I always liked that.
Jez Elise ever know?
Ja Hell no. She would have been mortified!
Jez So by that first marriage you were already cuck curious right. Did it worry you?
Ja It did…it worried me loads. I wondered whether i was an odd ball or something. I wondered if I was normal!
Jez Were you reading stuff by then, surfing the web and the like for cuck sex material?
Ja: Yes…and i felt guilty about it sometimes. i would panic that Elise would find out
Jez She never did?
Ja She caught me wanking once and was pretty put out. I wasn’t reading or watching stuff I was just tugging. I had her silk undies around my cock.
Jez; What happened?
Ja She pretended that it never happened. I washed her knickers and we went on as though that was ghost in the john, tugging on his todger
Jez Were there other indications that you were duck orientated- i mean back with Elise?
Ja Well yes…I would buy her loads of clothes, really smart and sexy things. I knew all her dimensions, her clothes sizes. i would sift through her drawer and undies, or her wardrobe and measure things, check the labels, to make sure I got her the right sized things. I spent a fortune on her and gave her loads of presents. I found all sorts of excuses to gift her things and she casually took the gifts, wore the clothes, but behaved as though this signified nothing
Jez And they were meant to signify things right?
Ja They were. they were meant to say I’m available to fuck, I’m better than you, you’re a fool and I’m a lady but she did n’t think on that plane
Jez But it did work didn’t it. Despite being anxious about other men I mean?
Ja Yes…yes, she dumped me
Jez She dumped you on the back of a holiday romance
Ja Yes. She and a friend went skiing and this guy fucked her every night in the chalet.
Jez Don’t want to dwell on that mate, but can you say whether that fuelled or cooled your interest in being a duck
Ja definitely, it fuelled things. I would wank like crazy when the divorce was happening. I contested the house and such like, just to see her with him at the court.
Jez It got you stiff seeing them together
Ja yeah, big time
Jez What was he like?
Ja a builder, rough and well built type. But he didn’t talk a lot and she didn’t so that was right for them. I can’t imagine what it was like at the ski resort. He must have said something like I want to fuck you and she must have said OK then (laughs). Its not as though she reflected much about herself as a person.
Jez How did the divorce work out then
Ja she got the house and smirked when the decision was made
Jez You wanked afterwards
Ja You can guess can’t you
Jez Right, so we’re clear that with Emily it wasn’t the first time that you were aroused by the idea of being put down by a woman. Did it all start then do you think?
Ja oh no- way back. I was still a kid when I first had the feelings. I just didn’t know what they meant. I was pretty perturbed by them. I spoke to no one
Jez can you illustrate those feelings for me
Ja Well back at school we would have sports lessons and there were girls there who were fitter, faster, better looking than I was
Jez You admired them?
Ja For sure…they were bloody brilliant looking girls.
Jez What was it about them then?
Ja Well their looks for sure, but also what they seemed to know as a result of looking good. Yes, the older guys would date them, the teachers might pander to them, the parents would dote on them. They started a race a whole circuit ahead of people like me
Jez did you see others noticing the effect?
Ja Yes, the plainer girls, the ones with mo sex appeal, they noticed. They learned to treat the sexy girls as their betters
Jez You have a theory here then?
Ja Well yes…in as much as life isn’t equal and it teaches you to know your place. The successful girls, the intelligent and beautiful girls were getting ahead. They weren’t always cruel as such but you could see that they did consider themselves better than you
Jez The school system wasn’t meant to foster that was it?
Ja No…but women had the upper hand even then. There were more jobs for people with brains and the girls were good at their studies. Teachers were encouraging them to be bold in their career choices. They weren’t going to be secretaries and nurses any more
Jez So how did you behave?
Ja well I would befriend them and hope that the charm rubbed off on me. It did a little bit, but they never treated me as one of them
Jez Did you like that, that you were kept at arms length
Ja Not at first..but later yes. I had my first wet dream thinking about that. I remember that a group of us had gone down to the coast and there was this guy on a big motto guzzi bike. Cliche I know, but the girl I had befriended went cold on me after riding the sands with him on the back of that bike.
Jez So tell me, do you think that you learned to be a cuck in your adolescent? Were you especially sensitive to the mating and dating thing that happens at that time?
Ja In a large part yes. I know that you think that cucks are a sexual orientation that we are born this way
Jez Not sure that i think its all in the genes but yes, I think it is pretty deep and needs to be respected for that..
Ja Well I learned the attitude. I learned to associate feeling sexy with women who were better than me and most of all who knew that. i liked women that were arrogant and selfish and well..like Emily
Jez Anything reinforce that…apart from Elise I mean?
Ja; Possibly…possibly lots of things. I have an older sister who is more successful than me. Mum and dad applauded her every step. They were polite about what i managed
Jez You’re not thick, you earn a fair wage
Ja Yes…but its relative isn’t it!
Jez Tell me some more then about the business of thinking about these feelings, about the things you found horny
Ja Well…you deal with shame. There was a time when I saw a couple making out on this piece of heath beyond the college grounds. He was a big guy and she was one of the most petite girls in the college. I didn’t follow them there, I didn’t do the peeping Tom thing. But when he fucked her so hard, I felt very horny
Jez Did you jerk off?
Ja Not immediately, I was too frightened that they might see me. But I found that this sort of scene burned a hole in my head. I could remember it so easily and vividly and I could get off on it frequently over the next weeks, just picturing it happen
Jez You’re not always allowed to watch us are you… your mistress is firm about that
Ja That’s how it needs to be…I need that. Right now I need to be denied a lot, to work for the crumbs. But way back then, it was a much more visual thing with me. I really liked seeing a woman being abandoned with a guy. It was as if she had unlocked herself. The rest of the time she was prim, proper and oh so cultured and then in the hands of the right guy…pow!
Jez So you were learning to like that contrast, between how a woman is social and how she might be sexually
Ja Yes…I started to think of some women as volcanoes, explosive and hot in some deeper way.
Jez carry on with the doubt thing then, what were you wrestling with?
Ja Well, when you’re younger you want to be like the rest, but you’re not. You are interested in girls for sure, but you’re turned on by the snooty and the glamorous ones most of all
Jez If you’re not their type that’s a disaster isn’t it?
Ja Very much so. But you’re a moth and you go around and around them. You get older, you find ways to please them, to be good for them in some way. But deep down, in the cellar as it were, you need to worship them
Jez Did you imagine that any girl could be looking for that sort of bloke, a beta male?
Ja No…you don’t and its very very lonely. You think that they are all well adjusted and you are not. They are normal and you are not
Jez That seems to reinforce the inferiority thing, that you would never match them as a partner in the way they would want. I mean they don’t have to think about what is normal. They just get on with it.
Ja If you’re in the statistical majority, that’s how it is. No one says, ‘hey have you thought about whether you feel and see things in the same way as the rest of us’. You don’t have those debates. You have girl talk in the powder room and its all about that sexy guy. Its not the deep at midnight conversation such as we’re having now
Jez clearly not…
Ja Well, you get to wondering and then thinking and the horny thoughts are there sufficiently often for you to finally…and it is finally…to say, alright I must live with these somehow. If in all other regards I am a nice person, but have a particular sexual outlook, then I must explain this to myself somehow
Jez You are a nice person
Ja With a problem?
Jez Only a problem if it upsets others and ruins your ability to be yourself, to relate to other people in some reasonable way…
Ja Well. I used to think of it as my problem. That was how I felt when I was with Elise. I couldn’t talk about it
Jez If she could have talked with you about it, would it have remained a problem?
Ja May be…you don’t know how a woman that you live so much might react
Jez Because you are a monster?
Ja I’ve never thought that. There are worse things than worshipping a woman, doing loads to try and make her feel happy. Think of all the drunks who beat their ladies up, think of the guys who hurt a woman because they’re brutal
Jez I agree. I think you are a nice person. You are nicer than me and i don’t think of myself as entirely horrible
Ja Well, that’s been the benefit of our relationship. I could have waited a million years for an Emily by chance, but I started to talk and we had such a good time then.
Jez I know!

Last night was perfect. I went over quite early and told James to fix some supper for later. Emily looked magical, in a floaty silk creation that hinted at her lovely contours beneath. She looks so good with her hair done and now she had a pearl choker about her throat, the Cartier watch on her wrist and a smart bracelet on the other. She looks the Greek goddess. Her perfume was sensual, musky and challenging. I wanted her very quickly indeed.
‘Did James spill the beans?’ Emily asked as we started to neck.
‘Yes…he talked about Elise.’
‘Good- that girl did him a world of good smacking him down like that. For my money she primed him for me.’
‘She was a bitch to him wasn’t she…right at the end.’
‘Yes..she was. She didn’t understand herself, but she knew how to ruin a man.’
Emily is clearly hot for it. Her waspish attitude is obvious, her touch sensuous and suggestive.
I push up the material of her dress and reveal her naked body. It is there, on her bare buttocks, Jezz, arranged as a shallow nest in which rests an exquisite ladybird.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Fucking hell babe…its just so hot.’
We kiss greedily and James stands in the doorway with that usual look of longing on his face.
‘You shown that to your pet?’
Emily shakes her head, but she beckons him across now and hitches up the dress once more.
‘Fucking hell….’ the words have escaped James lips before he could stop them. I can see the instant regret in his eyes, but it is too late. My girl’s eyes are steel and she slaps him sharply across the face with the face of her hand. There is a little wheel across his check where the edge of her ring caught him.
His hand shoots up to his smarting cheek, and he rubs it quickly. His head drops though, like it was automatic it drops before her..
‘Sorry M’am.’

Did James have the presence of mind to react like that? Was he looking for the slap? We have talked tattoos before so i knew it wasn’t completely off his radar. Perhaps he needed the rebuke. After his interview I can actually believe that.
Emily is cross with him though. She is in spite mode and that is so fucking sexy sometimes.
‘Drop your pants and show Jezz what you have’.
He does as he is ordered and there is a new stainless steel cage around his cock. This isn’t clear perspex, its a proper cage. I wince, because slotted neatly inside his dick hole and restraining his cock down on those dinky balls of his is a steel insert.
‘Neat’
‘James is exploring a severe restraint thing…’ Emily explains handling his genitalia, as though they were marbles. ‘You asked for it didn’t you sweetheart?’
A blush fills James face. He nods.
‘Now turn around and show Jezz the other little measure.’
I check Emily’s face. Fuck…has she tattooed him too?’
Instead what meets my gaze his a neat little black rubber butt plug with a blue cabochon crystal set in the end.
‘Look’ Emily smiles, ‘it matches the one on my watch’. She shows me the blue crystal in the winder of her Cartier. I check mine and yep, there it is too.

We are talking in each others embrace before James who stands before us, his pants around his knees, his cock in gaol and his arse plugged with a tint rubber bung.
‘He is NEVER going to compete with you darling…he is my pet. You can fuck me whenever you chose and he will sit and beg like a dog.’
I kiss her deeply, and feel her body quiver. This so so hot for the girl.
‘Did he resist?’
‘Yes…it was tight, but it will get looser won’t it James?’
Her cuck remains silent, head hung in shame.
‘Bit by bit, I’m going to work him loose. I’ve being using this haven’t I James..’ Emily raises a forefinger and fixes James with a stare.
‘I’ve learned to milk him from inside, his little cock jerks and spunk dribbles out.’
‘Shouldn’t have him caged when you do that darling…’ (I laugh)
‘No quite…we discovered that didn’t we James, it was excruciating for you that time when your cock couldn’t straighten to spunk.’

I send James to fetch drinks- the guy is really humiliated. When he comes back, Emily says, ‘I want you to help Jezz fuck me.’

They have a really deep leather couch in the living room, so James lies across that. There is a drill about this, but it is more a set piece dance than something mechanical. There is something poetic about this sort of fucking. Emily positions herself doggy fashion above his head and dips her sex down towards his mouth. It is glancing and teasing stuff, whilst I discard my clothes. Each little dip provides a tantalising taste, a wafting scent of her wet and aroused sex. I watch transfixed and now I understand a bit. This is the apex of what started with worshipping the oh so superior girls in his youth. If he has learned it, he hasn’t learned a perversion. That word is about being dirty and different, it is about something compelling and selfish and meaningless beyond its own act. Nothing about James as he reaches up to lick his mistress’s glancing sex is selfish. It is all giving, all submission and I bloody well love it.

I grip Emily’s hips and slot my girth into her cunt, causing her to yelp. Even though she has stretched to fit me, such brutal drive ins always have an effect. The sudden stretch and the sweet spasms in her sex afterwards are utterly delicious. Listen, I know…I’ve listened to her trying to catch breath. I know how that works. Now I stroke…slow and majestic. This is so bloody horny and so perfect.

‘You are such a fucking bitch lady…the more you rule him the more I want you.’

She gasps. Words are beyond her.
‘Lower babe’ i instruct so that we are virtually flat on James face. There…it is ticklish and hot and sublimely teasing, his wet tongue swirling around her clitoris and across the base of my slimy cock as I glide in and out of his missus. I don’t have to tell him to do a thing. He is suddenly at it, licking my full balls, massaging and teasing them with his tongue, so that his mistress gets the full load. I love this above most else, feeling him assist me. When I breed the bitch this will be how it is done, with James full consent and complete assistance.

Looking down, feeling Emily squirm in my grasp I see again the tattoo. So neat, so perfect, so right, so fucking hot. I love it that Duncan will see it soon. I love it that I have trumped the guy and made him share her as second string. I’d love it more if my mata hari dominated that bitch. I’d love her to ruin him once she has used him to the full. Words…lust words, copulating words…don’t quail, this is how it is when you are on heat, me inside her, she thrusting rhythmically back onto my prong. The blood is up and instinct rules. This is the time of misrule. This is what scared the shit out of folk when they wondered about witches Sabbats. The witch riding the horned beast…me, the bringer of instinct.

‘Oh fuck!’ I can feel Emily climaxing. Her cunt is gripping my shaft and my prong is going nowhere. We are locked on and there is just one way forward. Pump, pump, pump, the feel as your balls clench like fists. James will know. He will lick all the harder and then it is happening. Against his ears he will feel Emily’s thighs juddering and my thighs knotting. ‘Fuck’, I want to fill her belly full, I want her dripping with the stuff for weeks. When you deliver you arch your back, you grab your lady and pull her back hard, as though you want to drive her through your body. There…the spunk is flowing. Sweet relief, pulse, pulse, the union complete. At last- it is done.

I fall away this time. Normally I drag calmly out, still composed and masterful. But this time the climax is too much. I feel as though my balls have been wrung. As I fall back and away, the goo drips copiously from her cunt and drops in little splashes in James face. It is in his eyes and he can’t see. He waits. Momentarily he waits and then his mistress gives the order,

‘Lick it up’.

I’m watching him lap her sex. I smirk- I know, that is wrong, that is cruel, that is uncool, but I do. He will never lick that load out of her. All he can do is arouse her again so the stuff is siphoned inside her deeper. The more he licks her body the more she accepts my seed as hers. He hasn’t been inside her for an age. She will conceive by me. I will fucking well insist on it. As he tongues away his dick his jerking. What on earth the new cage is doing to him, I will never know, but his bulging prick certainly isn’t straightening. The lock bangs against his balls. This is sweet hell for the guy. When he reaches up to attend her, he rolls half right and I watch the butt plug pop out. His buttocks are tensing like hell. James is climaxing without a fountain in sight. Fucking hell- she is putting him through his paces. She is magic.

I sip a beer. Its so welcome. I swallow deep and watch Emily roll to one side, eager to dismiss James now, so that we can cuddle. He’s sent to fix the supper. James has been such a good guy.

[Wow- looking up the post above, I think shit. I can feel last night all over again. The text is full of terrible words and such wanton things. There is a part of me that says edit. There is another part that says trust the others. They know that the brain works differently during passionate moments. If we can philosophise then so we can fuck. In this world the second of these has been sanitized, made so ‘nice’. I decide to leave the post as it is. Hell, afterwards when James served me another beer he whispered, ‘fucking hell man…you are perfect for her.’]

CUCKING ORGASMS AND HEIGHTENED SEX

I really do need to balance the last blood up post with something a bit more retrospective and thoughtful-hope that it seems helpful. After last night I have been giving some extra thought to what heightens orgasm when as a bull you take a wife in front of her husband. After all, this is central to what drives this for the bull and the hot wife. Last night I experienced the quintessential orgasm with Emily and its worth noting why that worked. The first off thing of course is that it was proceeded by taunting and put down. Emily is the past mistress of this and quite frankly it felt like a rut for me. She evoked just the sort of lusty and competitive desire that is so good. But something else happened too, and whilst we were copulating. The intensity of the orgasm is to do with locking up. I have noticed this before. When the scene is so hot for a girl, she clamps down with her pussy muscles and you are hooked up inside her. Your tool is going nowhere and she will take all that you have to give. I guess for Em it was so sexy because she had her cuck licking my balls to encourage the full load. The intensity of locking up is unbelievable and heightened because she has been stretched to fit and she is now gripping down hard on something bigger. This is not a pretty or nice fuck, it is hard on. She is active in getting what she wants and frankly, what she deserves. You feel your cock being dragged back and forth as she moves, an of course you the weight of her pretty body as you jag away. I remember nothing quite like this in vanilla sex. The girls that I have been with describe it as utterly addictive. It is why for many of them they want their husband watching- it just heightens things more.

One last thought about the significance of this for a cuck. You need to recognise that if your mistress rides bareback, and a naive bull says that he will pull out at the last minute- it just ain’t going to happen when they lock up. A hotwife having a really deep orgasm isn’t going to let go. She will hook his cock in there and the seed will flow. Don’t blame her afterwards or him. This is just what happens! I guess loads of hotwives have ended up pregnant this way. It burns on your memory too, watching them move as one, witnessing the delivery of what she craves.

If any of you have experience of, or views on locking up, please do post here! Jezz

To Jezz
From Emily

Darling I adored last night! You were so strong. I was so sore afterwards, but the feeling was brilliant!

I’m at a social with Duncan today-a lunch at the country club. There are some friends he wants to meet. One of his long standing friends, Annette is curious about me I am sure. I sense that she knows that I handle men in a particular way. Call it sixth sense or something. Anyway, she smiles and says I make Duncan so content. After last night I know that sometime I am going to test Duncan. I am going to see if he submits to my pussy. If he does I’m going to train him to suck your cock. Don’t tell me I’m wicked or naughty-its my instinct to sort men from the boys. Be good-I’ll see you tomorrow!

MADAM’S BOUDOIR

I am quite sure that Emily hasn’t consciously strategised everything as regards James, but I am pleased to say that she has followed one bit of advice early on. Once I owned her at Christmas she has banished James from the master bedroom and she only invites him back in there when we want. What was the marital bedroom has become Madam’s boudoir. James will come in to dress her, to do her nails, to submit to pussy with licks, he will sleep with her when she wants a cuddle but nothing else, or of course to assist us. James sleeps in a small bedroom down the corridor, with the intercom facility as I have previously shared. Its a small and very rudimentary room, Emily has made it as near servant’s quarters as she can (there isn’t a basement to the house for him to descend to!). From a bull perspective this is just as it should be. I can sleep over easily. Emily and I could decide that I will move in. For me the latter is a good way down the road, it will happen though before I put her in the club. When that happens, it will be because we are already living as an alternative family and others know so. It will happen because James begs for it to be so, complete as he then is in his new identity.

Em notes that the boudoir approach changes things. Because James has pretty limited access to her sexually, and a lot of the fun happens in there, he is more reverential towards her. Sincerely he is thinking of her almost habitually now as mistress. It really suits him. He is very excited about that room, which has sensuous connotations in his head in a way that a bedroom never did. Don’t get me wrong, Emily has authority over him everywhere, but the boudoir is the intimate place, the place where she reinforces him in his lifestyle. For now it is also the place where they have their private intimate time. That is so important for a cuckold couple. Its the place of pleasure and of discipline, of submission and of sharing when I am around.

Em has kindly posted me two pics from her mobile phone which due to family arrangements I can’t show you folks. However, one is of a slightly heavier built guy kissing her ass. No…the guy is kissing that sweet little tattoo! The next pic is of the same head lapping away at my girl’s sex.

‘Darling, just a few sexy pics. As you can see Duncan is shaping up nicely! Before we fucked, he had to show submission to you. Kissing my tattoo is going to be a ritual! Annette had a quiet word over lunch and called me the ‘little vixen’. I laughed, she laughed, but we both know what that term really means. i am hooking Duncan by the nose. She has simply warned me to look after him and I have assured her that I will! I’m missing you can we meet today? How are the preparations going for our little Valentine’s day celebration?’ Hot kisses, Emx

Telephone summary-this morning. I decide to ring Em and compliment her about the pics I’ve seen.

‘Hi babe-loved those pics!’
‘Thank you ! Duncan wanted nooky and I just decided on the spot…he had to kiss my tattoo to get it!’
‘The guy seemed pleased enough to oblige!’
‘He was…I was so impressed. He dotes on me, its so sweet!
‘Lick you out before or after you got it on?’
‘Before…I told him to imagine that i had just got off your dick!’
‘Very nice!’
‘Duncan is better than I thought he could be…about sex I mean.’
‘In what sense?’
‘Oh being dirty about sex…he’s still relatively straight laced in public-Mr conservative man…but he’s responding to the idea of having a hot girlfriend.’
‘He going to make it as a trainee then?’
‘Yes’
‘What sort of role do you reckon?’
Second string alpha male…I’ll teach him the hierarchy’
‘And that is…’
‘That he sucks your cock, but gets to cock himself’
‘No way!’
(laughs)’ Bit rich maybe, we’ll have to see. He is deeply devoted though, he really is!’
‘Where will that leave winky man?’
‘Demoted I suppose.. I’ve told him he will defer to other alpha males, but he doesn’t like the thought of sucking Duncan’s cock.’
‘Don’t suppose that Duncan would get his mind around that either just yet?’
‘Not yet, no. But give me time!’
‘You like the woman Annette/’
‘Yes…she’s beautiful. Worldly wise I would say. Her view is that women set the etiquette of sex. I would say she knows a thing or two, up in the sophisticated end of things.’
‘What you up to now?’
‘Well……I’m doing …a little milking’
‘You have James with you?!’
‘Yes!’
‘You working his prostate babe?’
‘Yes…’
‘You got him out of that spiked cage I hope.’
‘of course.’
‘Put him on. Put him on whilst you work that butt of his!’

[There is a brief interlude. ‘God no’ is heard and then some shuffling as the phone is passed over. The sound seems a tad blunted as though half the mobile is buried in a pillow. I picture it, James head down on that, butt up whilst his mistress does something clinical in surgical gloves.]

‘Hi man!’
‘Can you call back later Jezz?’
‘No I fucking well can’t! Your mistress gave you the phone to answer, savvy?’
‘Yes’
‘So how’s it hanging?’
‘It’s not hanging…’
‘Its pretty stiff- yeah?’
‘Oh fuck…please Jezz.’
‘Your sweet mistress massaging that nice little thing?’
‘She’s using it. She’s fucking teasing and gripping.’
‘Sweet huh?’
‘Terrible!’
‘How terrible my friend?’
‘She has her finger up my rear, she’s teasing around…teasing…around inside my butt.’
‘But you’re in training man…soon that will be your sort of sex. Hey, when did you last fuck your mistress anyhow?’
‘That ain’t funny man…it ain’t fucking funny’
‘She tell you about Duncan riding her. Did she tell you about that lunch time scene?’
‘Yea…yeah’
‘Did she show her cumy cunt?’
‘yes…oh shit, please…’
‘You lick that regal thing man, you lick her snatch for her?’
‘yes’
‘How did it taste/’
‘Of him’
‘Yeah…of course it did man, but describe that.’
‘It was salty’
‘And cold?’
‘Cold…it was sticky.’
‘Like licking up congealed semolina?’
‘Yea…..h’
‘Can’t expect your mistress to always rush back to you man. Can’t expect that can you?’
‘No’
‘You gagging to suck his cock too, like you do mine?’
‘Hell Jezz’
‘You say it nice now…ask your mistress permission to suck Duncan’s cock for him.’

‘I don’t hear you asking man?’
‘Jezz’
‘Fucking well let her know.’
‘Please..M’am…please can I…can I suck Duncan’s cock?’
‘After he’s taken you…’

‘After he’s taken you..hell!’

[The phone line goes dead. There is this muffled sound and then nothing. I guess the rest. For the first time I’ve assisted in James’ training. It is blindlingly sexy, and so bloody hot. I can’t explain what this feels like, to be quite so close in. The thing that a couple have between them, about sex is as private as it comes. I’ve just been there…part of it. I am humbled and aroused, and out of words.

From Emily
To Jezz

Look darling, here is something that James just sent me. Its short, but so sweet don’t you think! Don’t tease him, he doesn’t know that I have showed you this.

Your wanton sex comes hot to my trembling lips
I breathe the scent of all your pleasures.
And there are imagined scenes in the master’s room upstairs
The gasps on hardened cock, your lunging hips.
You are simply taking certain conception measures,
To hell with all the neighbours’ stares.

True you reminded me that I had always requested this
The bliss when someone really does it better
When another steals your, dear and deep and dark desires
and I condone your coupling with a devoted kiss.
‘yes, man please do go on and pet her
own her luxuriant body and light your lusty fires.’

He’ll never be a poet will he?!! Still, isn’t it nice that he’s even thinking about you getting me pregnant! I absolutely love this man!
By the way, whatever you said on the phone this morning did the trick. He spunked all over the duvet. I’m made him wash it today. He’s so messy about the place sometimes.
Love (lots of it), EmilyXX

To Em
From Jezz

Bloody hell-poetry! not my thing babe, but you’re right he does seem nicely adjusted these days. The guy hasn’t kicked back for a while has he!
When you have time share more about this training and milking, milking and training. To be honest this didn’t feature so very much in my past experience. I’ve read stuff here in the blog on ruined orgasms, but I’m sure you’ve done your homework and can share more. How does it feel to make him cum, stroking his back passage?

To Mags
From Jezz

Don’t forget Friday night babe-at Em’s place. CC has been gagging to see you again, its going to be raw babe, really raw. I want you in some high heeled boots sweets, something severe and high heeled. I know what they do to James! Don’t worry, we ‘re not going to ask you to do something horrible with him (that is always and forever out-trust me), but he does need to realise that we’re bringing the bitch out in you. He needs to understand just what a woman’s appetite can be like, how it outstrips his. Sometime on I’m going to interview James again on how he has been learning with his mistress-learning to come to heel. I’ll let you see the transcript before I post because I want you to add a commentary. I need the bitch in training angle on things. It will take a while to persuade Em to give an interview, but you have been thinking these things raw these last weeks-your view will be good. Don’t hold back mind. No one expects a shrinking violet, OK.

To Jezz
From Mags

Thanks for the email darling. I’ve been fantasizing about Friday night for days! Having been introduced to big cock again, I miss it so much when its not available!

I remember this feeling with Andreas. When he was around to fuck me, then I was content. But if he was away and I only had my weak dicked husband, then i could feel very ratty. You become terribly picky about sex, the best or nothing. I dreamt about you fucking me last night and had a wet dream. My sheets had this delicious damp and salty smell. I haven’t changed them- I can’t. Not until I get some more of what i need. I feel like a bitch on heat. I don’t care about James being around. i need some sex.

To Jezz
from Emily

Milking my pet is definitely a learning curve Jezz darling. Exploring his body is so hot! I started by having him straddle me and high enough up so I can tease his dick with little kisses. I lube my gloved finger and tell him no more pecks on the winky until he takes my pinky up his butt. His little dick is as stiff as a piston, though a tiny one of course. I slip my finger up his bum and feel his ring piece clinch on it. He gasps-it is such a new sensation despite the work with the sweet little butt plug. ‘Relax!’ i order and with some effort he does so. ‘good boy’. I slip my finger in deeper and curl it forwards until i feel his walnut. The books say this is his prostate, the bit that produces the lube for his spunk. If i tease this then I can cause what I call a moonlight ejaculation (pale reflection of the real sun- yes?). He cums, but there is little or no seed. it’s intensely erotic, but unsatisfying too. I want James to associate this with submitting to me and you. I want him lifestyled through this! At first I stroke his erection in concert with the teasing, but when he starts to groan and thrust, my hand drops away. He begs me not to, but he knows the rules. Mistress insist on him spurting into fresh air!

From Emily
To Jezz

Darling, I had coffee with Annette yesterday- you remember that she is one of Duncan’s friends- the one I told you about. It was an amazing conversation. I understand now why Annette seemed worldly wise. It was coffee, cake and confessional. I learned that she had cheated on her husband a few years back and that he had found out when she got pregnant by lover boy. She is amazingly calm about it all, saying that hubby is one of countless husbands who are raising another man’s child. Its just that he knows he is. She is very philosophical, saying that people pretend that women don’t have appetites, that they don’t seize opportunities to ‘lie with other men’. I love her phrase. Its so sensual isn’t it and yet demure. I doubt that she was lying still! You can imagine I was very interested in all this!

I asked all sorts of questions and dear dear Annette was kind enough to answer most of them. Apparently the worst moment was at the birth, because her boyfriend insisted on being there. She made her husband wait at home. She described it as a rite de passage because boyfriend got to see the baby he helped produce and to have pics taken with Annette and their daughter. After a couple of days she went home and that was the next stage, the handover of influence, because her husband ritually carried ‘his’ daughter into the house. I was curious how her husband adapted as the little girl started to grow. Apparently she looks very like Annette’s ex boyfriend. That was difficult too it seems, but he has adapted and he seems relieved now that Annette didn’t leave him. He says that he feels very avant garde looking after the little girl as though she was his own.

These conversations become swopsy secret don’t they. But I didn’t spill all the beans. I told her that Duncan was my lover and that I had persuaded my husband to accept things. She instantly approved and said that we were sisters. Others were surmising a lot of this anyway and they thought us a very sexy couple. How many ‘friends’ have a Porsche given to them?! What I didn’t tell her was that I am a hot wife, that I have a bull lover who betters Duncan too. Still, for now, it works. I feel that i am coming out a bit in Duncan’s circle. He’s already told a close friend that I am his mistress. Annette will be an ally I am sure. its just a case of deciding when and how to tell her that I am more madam than she has ever been.

Listen…Friday can’t come quick enough. My panties are wet just thinking about it! Tell father time to hurry things along.

Lots of love as ever, Emxx

@cuckmatt said:

During the latter half of last year and as part of our role-play, my wife and I tried the prostate milking technique with a little success. It was at this stage that my hopes of being cuckolded were at their highest. My wife seemed to be really enjoying herself in the role of Hotwife-in-the-making and our chastity play was gaining in duration. The duration aspect was helped along with the aid of a hollow strap-on. Having a high sex-drive meant that my wife needed to feel some kind of phallic interection inside of her. I was occasionally allowed inside of her but only for edging purposes. If I came in her, I had to clean up with my tongue. Emily and James are way past this kind of fun though as James has had the cock and the semen of another man in his mouth. There’s no challenge in it for him. I digress though.

Having kept up with this thread, I know James has been allowed to masturbate to completion in relatively recent times. I said at the beginning of this post that we had a little success with prostate milking. There was never a time where I went longer than two to three weeks without release. Usually by the means of a ruined orgasm. From the research that I did on prostate milking, a good four to six weeks or longer is supposed to give better results. My wife would stroke my penis to aid in the initial discomfort but once upto a rhythm she would release it and what appeared to be a slow stream of thick pre-cum would start to ouse out. Had I gone longer without ejaculating previously, I’m sure we would have had greater success in terms of volume and the time it took to expel my semen. At no point though should it shoot.

With practice, Emily should be able to rid James of built up semen while he is still locked up.

Just my two penneth.

Matt.

Matt, really appreciate this post-thanks mate!

You might think a bull should know all about these things, but I don’t. I know theory, but have very little practical experience of superintending this. But perhaps this isn’t surprising. There are intimate things that a hotwife does with her cuck and these are only incrementally and periodically shared with the bull. Hotwives can and do manage both relationships and there are private things in each. So your post is very welcome and I will certainly pass this on to Em. What I have noticed of late is that Em has eased up a bit on James. Whilst she often times makes him wear the spiked cage, there are lots of trips out. I suspect she likes to watch him wank, wasting his spunk all over the carpet. But discipline is part of her thing too. I have seen her slap his face for him sharply. I know she knows how to humiliate. So, I think that she will see the wisdom in what you share. It will be good to temper the number of milkings and the wanking, to make James go a while and then put him through his paces as she stokes his walnut.

At the seat of all this is butt training. i think that Em sees the milking as an adjunct to the butt plug, getting James nice and stretched in the back passage ready for pegging. I know that it turns Em on thinking that she fucks one guy and submits to another.

Now I will share something that I haven’t discussed with Em and won’t for a while. Its a little curiosity as to where else this might be leading. As well as pegging I wonder whether my girl wants me to fuck her cuck. I know that this would be a buzz for her, training him to ask for that, to consent big time, but I have never really liked this idea that much. There’s a deep seated feeling that my cock was designed for female holes. I am more than happy to empty my load down Em’s throat, to fill her pussy horn with cream and to top up the bot, but taking her cuck, that feels very different. I don’t know how `i will react if this is what she later expects. She is head strong. She may try and insist- that it is part of the progression. But right now, it doesn’t appeal at all. Does it shock you that a bull isn’t simply full on about wanton pleasures? Hope not. I ain’t a machine and I’m in a relationship here with several people. Thoughts welcome from any one.

To Em
From Jezz

Babes, I think the conversation with Annette is good news. This is one woman who won’t blink if you take James to a social there and have him play the butler. It opens the possibility of Duncan, Annette and others coming to lord and lady it at your place. James could be below stairs or later, you might have him do a few tricks. Be careful how you get the guy there though. Realising that a lot of new people are descending onto your place, and that they all know that you have cucked him is a big step forward. He might want the humiliation, but this could swamp him. Surfers like a big wave, but they aren’t all ready for a tsunami!

Love as always.
By the by…I’m going to ask CC to put you through your paces on Friday night. You ready for some sheathed black magic?
Jezzx

To Mags
From Jezz

Babes-the picture you sent me through the post is so fucking hot. Black leather hot pants, mesh tights and the sharpest pair of boot heels I have ever seen! Where did you get that gear? It will be perfect. Be sure to wear your watch, I want you and Em matching, the bitch babes. If i ever had a harem you’d all have some sort of status badge-its so raunchy! We now need to start tallking about you dating- finding Mr beta right. I think we should try an internet agency. I’m going to ask those who read my thread to suggest ideas for how you describe the profile male you’re looking for. It can’t be in your face. You will have to sound like an assertive and confident woman-but not a dominatrix! We’re searching here for a long term partner right-not a games partner. That’s important. Get back to me with thoughts babe. Meantime the look you sent me is spot on!

Jezzx

THOUGHTS ON DUNCAN

Pretty soon I’m going to need to meet Duncan. I know that Em wants that. I know too though that she is nervous about the same. My girl doesn’t want to lose the material and social opportunities that come with the guy. Why would she- Emily is an assertive and a determined woman. So I have to play this meeting very carefully indeed. There has to be the right mix of messages. I think that I will initiate the meeting, that it will be ion neutral ground, that I will say we will chat before Em meets him to spend the rest of the day together. I have another appointment. I am setting up the reward, reminding the guy of how interested Em is in him and that what is happening is pretty cool.

So those messages?!

1. I am Emily’s main man, but I really like her getting it on with select other males. I rather like the profile he brings. I’m not anxious about this and I’m eager that Emily gets the best because her sap husband doesn’t provide that.

2. I am a mentor, and a friend, as well as a bull. I am there should he want to understand more about the psyche of cuckolding. This could be very strange for the guy.

3. Whilst I am fucking hard and territorial about sex (boy he had better realise that, Em fucks him on a grace and favour basis) I am not territorial about time. Indeed, it might be good for James’ soul if Duncan took her away sometimes, if Em spent more weekends or even longer at his place. Its part of a thing that Em and James probably need.

4. I am discrete and will support his social thing with Em. I won’t be telling his friends that I own the lady. So it would be appreciated if we socialised a bit. [You guess where this is going- we can’t have these worlds run parallel for ever].

Jezz

Great stuff Matt! I would agree that Em is instinctively a dominatrix. She hasn’t worded it yet, but as sure as hell she is off down that road. I wondered whether your wife was clear about dominance in her make up or whether that emerged over time with you. Is this a discovery thing? My guess with Em is she is understanding what power can give her. Providing that James remains completely consensual she would be inclined to take him a very long way. And that is the point really as regards what I do consensually with James. A bull enters into a relationship but he cannot guarantee the outcome or the exact direction. So i have to be honest about my preferences too. She is my girl- and my needs are in the mix as well!

Jezz

Just off the phone with Duncan! Most times I can pretty much capture the dialogue, but forgive me, this time that just isn’t possible. We must have talked for forty minutes and yes, at the end of it all, next week he and i are going for a drink and then Emily is joining us afterwards. She will sleep over at his place and that same evening I am having James drive Mags down to Brighton so that CC can top up her pleasure training. Its a surprise for the girl, save only that i have told her to keep the agreed evening free. James will wait out in the car whilst CC fucks the pants off Mom. There will be a lot of this in the future, helping his mistress and his mother to get serviced.

Where shall I start? Well, first impressions. Duncan has a pleasingly gruff voice, you can hear a bit of age in it. I guess that he is somewhere in his fifties and that helps a good deal. An older man knows that he cannot keep up with a fit younger woman, at least one with massive attitude about sex. So he accommodates things. To put it crudely, I think that it will help him to understand that he is the supplement fuck- that Em is my girl and that she plays with him. What else? Well, he has a plummy accent. Its manly for sure, male and resonant, but the vocabulary is big and he doesn’t overstate things. He has that measured, received English accent that i can well imagine exciting Em. I like the way he refers to a ‘beautiful lady that we have in common’. I like that I really do. Em is a lady and then some. She would burn the bloody fingers off some men who didn’t realise their own limitations. He isn’t surprised that i have called. in fact he is quite relieved and grateful. He’s quick to reassure me that he doesn’t reckon on competing in bed. The tattoo, my brand, says it all. He is willing to play second fiddle. As if to confirm all that he starts over with the story about his bloody ex wife and i say no need. I’ve no reason to doubt any of that. I say instead that Em has feelings for him. She loves his success in business, his culture and that refined, but not overstated way of living. I say i like her to have this thing with him. I want her to use it to pin James ears back and do as his mistress says.

You might expect a laugh then right? That Emily, I and James are playing that little game. There is no laughing though. He doesn’t understand the lifestyle. He frankly admits that he is pretty ignorant about sex and its lifestyles. He only knows that he wants to be part of Em’s life and yes, to make her very happy. There follows one bit of our conversation then that i can recall pretty clear. My dick is stiff when i picture it.

Jezz: You realise that Emily is very very discerning. If you don’t measure up, she will rule you.
Duncan; Yes, i know that she is very sharp.
Jezz; She uses men who are weak- you get what I mean?
Duncan; that’s understood.
Jezz: Its not just a nice car man…
Duncan: I understand Jezz. But she is utterly adorable.

I remember thinking, fuck, she will rule him in months. he will be on his knees beside James. Then I think not. He has loads going for him that James doesn’t have. He has money and influence, he has a load of friends that Emily likes too. He starts with the sort of dignity and presence that James could only dream about. Perhaps the match is more even than i thought. Perhaps she won’t bring him to heel…not immediately.

‘Heard you kiss my brand- that’s good man’
Silence, i have confused the guy momentarily.

‘oh- her tattoo?’
‘Yes my friend’
‘Yes…she insisted.’
‘Good, I like that’
‘I accept. I will always kiss Emily there before we make love. Honestly, i know that she is yours. I just want to be part of her life. Someday i might be able to explain that properly.’

How neat. he calls it making love. I am sure it is for him and it is perhaps too for my girl. It will be soft and tender and gently paced. it will be indulgent and sensual and such a sharp contrast to the raw posting that i give the girl. What a strange mix this guy is. He makes love to a girl who he knows fucks her brains out with someone better.

I am relaxed now. We have covered some territorial ground. I have him understanding that Emily wants his love, wants this relationship, but it grows like a fern beneath our oak. He gets to enjoy it in the shade of what she and i enjoy. This will need reinforcing with time, but it is a very promising start. I want to move on to meeting the guy, us socialising a bit. He’s on the defensive now and you can hear it in his voice. Hell you can picture him with big gates to keep the riff raff out. He needs me to be very discrete. Please would I not fuck Emily in front of his friends. Please would I not put him down in front of them? Hell, you would think the guy has been reading up about cuckdom! I suggest that’s what we talk some more about when we meet, but of course not, hell, I want Emily to flourish with him. I want her to have the nice social life, the cultured world that James hasn’t a clue about. I aren’t about to destroy their thing, but in private, when we three are alone at his place, he will have to watch me fuck the woman that he adores. It is an etiquette thing and he won’t be allowed to slide away with that. We will share her that night, he slow and sensual, i hard and raw. We can work something out very raunchy. I hear him whisper ‘of course’.

Duncan it seems went to a public school (here in Britain that is what you call a private school stateside-confusing I know. But we have our rather traditional ways, spelling and such like, centre not center- you know). I ask whether that helped him with sex. He is again perplexed. i have to watch this, the habit of talking in semaphore to guys like him. He isn’t used to it. I ask whether he developed ideas about what is sexy from his schooling. The idea seems to shock him. Apparently there was no sex at school. I say that I wasn’t asking that, just about ideas relating to sex, what is sexy? He is still confused- so i drop the subject. He doesn’t get it. Perhaps polite society doesn’t talk about class and sex. Its almost too close to home. But i bloody well know that this guy thinks that Emily is too good for James. She deserves to fuck with her own kind.

Our conversation ambles James side. Does he have a problem with the guy at work? No, thank fully he doesn’t. He doesn’t see a lot of James but it would be easy to give him some work if he was getting in the way. I laugh…Duncan doesn’t. I wonder whether a lot of the bosses fuck their subordinate’s wives? He hums a bit and says yes probably, they do.Rank has its privileges. But this is a non u subject. Should we be talking about it? I assure him that we won’t….socially. But in private well….

By the time I put the phone down I feel that i have glimpsed inside another valley. Its not quite shangri la, but it is a rather genteel place. I am going to pad on in there but i will need to handle it nice. I want to as well. I want to see Em with him and his mates, being ever so posh. I really like that idea. I want her more thinking about it. Bull’s have desires too and those are in the head as well. Its not all physical.

In my experience cucks have little crises of confidence along the way. Well James had one of his last night. It was one of those angst where is this all going things, but I’m sure that it was really triggered by the fact that tomorrow we are having our fuckfest Valentine’s party. What’s encouraging is that James feels able to talk to me. Whilst i cam close in on this, he knows that i have some experience in these matters.

‘So how are things man? You all ready for Friday night?’
‘Well yes, I’ve organised the food and drink, the house is cleaned and the sheets all fresh.’
‘Good’
‘But I’m in the dog house…my mistress will probably tell you’
‘Hadn’t you better tell me first? It might work out better for you that way.’
‘well, I sort of lost it earlier today…during a conversation.’
‘Lost it?’
‘I asked to be excused tomorrow night…from waiting on I mean’
‘That was fucking stupid wasn’t it!’
‘I know’
‘Emily does this for you too you know. You’ve spoken about this…’
‘I know, honest…I do. But I lost my nerve’
‘What did you say…’
‘Well I said that I wasn’t sure that I was ready. I said that it might be best if I was out of the house, or sick in my bed or something’
‘The intercom would be on. Your mistress would see that as pleasure sneaking’
‘She was cross for sure’
‘Bet she was’
‘She slapped me and told me that I would attend. If I safe worded her then of course I was let off, but I was let off for the next month as well. She would move in with Duncan for a few weeks to help me think.’
‘This bigger than the party man?’
‘No…’
‘You sure?’
‘Well…’
‘Let’s start with the party then. What do you think will happen there?’
‘You’ll fuck my mistress and Mags’
‘For sure..’
‘Your friend will fuck Emily too.’
‘Of course’
”He’s a black dude isn’t he..’
‘I hope that you’re not being racist James!’
‘No…honest. I’m not. But Mum said he was big, very big downstairs.’
‘You have a black stud anxiety my friend?’
‘May be, may be yes.’
‘A lot of blokes do. But you have to handle it man. Your mistress is going to take a lot of alpha cock. She is part of that scene. You don’t think she wants your cock still do you?’
‘I know she doesn’t ..’
‘Then the colour, size and weight of cock is immaterial. You have a different duty man. Your thing is with that tongue of yours.’
‘I know…I tell myself that, and sometimes it works’
‘Sometimes it doesn’t though?’
‘Sometimes it doesn’t. The thought of my mistress fucking so hard with someone else. She will forget whatever I manage.’
‘But this is lifestyle fucking. This is for her pleasure. Its social. Its not like these guys are her partners big time. I am.’
‘That’s what keeps me sane. You at least discuss this with me. My worries. My mistress seems so much more sophisticated these days. She is so much more greedy for cock and because she gets lots of it she assumes it is her right.’
‘It is her right…she is beautiful and talented. It is her right man’
‘I know and for a lot of the time I am stiff about that. It is a turn on.’
‘But its so big right now. How much more is she fucking would you say?’
‘Well…’
‘Put it this way, what percentage of her time is devoted to sex with other men?’
‘I guess its over 60%’
‘You sure?’
‘Well yes. Before we would fuck occasionally, and fantasize whilst i licked her out, but that was maybe 5% of our time.’
‘You factoring in her work time and social time with other men?’
‘Shit Jezz, if I do that I have 20% of her free time and they have 80%’
‘But you don’t know that she is fucking all the time do you?’
‘I don’t, but I am jealous. Of course I am.’
‘The socializing is important man. Its getting us all ready for a more open arrangement. There will come a time when we have parties-not sex parties, where it is just normal that she has her lovers present and their friends. I will be the constant influence, but she will fuck as she choses. You signed up to that right?’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘You will be there and you will be needed. She will want to see you submit to the alpha set. She will need those sweet little chores doing. She loves having you lap her cunt.’
‘Will she make me suck cocks?’
‘Yes.’
‘I find that hard. Afterwards I am so turned on by it, because of her. But during the time I have to steel myself to do it.’
‘She wouldn’t want it so much if it was easy for you.’
‘I know. She is very hard’
‘That’s her nature and you need to wrap around that. You need to help her be herself.’
‘I worship her. She’s a bitch to me but I worship her.’
‘You had a drink tonight?’
‘No’
‘You sure?’
‘No.’

‘How’s the butt training going?’
‘It’s going’
‘You don’t sound enthusiastic’
‘I am…I get these strange, squirming sensations inside. My balls jag when she does it. But its the thought of her fucking me in front of other people later.’
‘That’s a good way off my friend. First she wants you stretched, then she will start to fuck you. It will be private for ages.’
‘I’ll hang on to that idea’
‘Do you put your butt up nicely for her so that she can milk you?’
‘Yes’
‘You like that?’
‘Crazy, yes…I do. Its the feeling of lost control.’
‘Emily is your complete boss isn’t she. Emily is your empress, your queen.’
‘Yes, all of those things. I’m completely…well, completely obsessed with her.’
‘And she needs that man. She needs that as much as you need to put your butt up to her.’
‘You have a point’
‘More than that James. Its the glue between you. You’ve found what works for you both. This is your relationship.’
‘You don’t think that she will leave me?’
‘Frankly…I don’t. But it depends on you doing your thing. OK you’ve got your word, and once in a blue moon you should use it. But most times you do as your mistress says. Right?’
‘Right’
‘You need to get some sleep man. What’s Emily up to tomorrow?’
‘She’s out with Duncan in the evening. I think they’re going to the theatre.’
‘That’s good…ain’t it?’
‘Yes’
‘Why is it good man?’
‘Because she looks fabulous when she dresses for those sort of evenings. Because she will have such a good time. Because he is so attentive and because, he will fuck her afterwards and she will come back and tease me.’
‘Get some sleep. Friday night you will be fine.’

The conversation with James last night has affected me a bit. I’m used to keeping a cuck on the straight and narrow and James does have to submit to Emily. So I have decided to find a furniture maker who can work me up one of those cunnilingus high stools. It’s going to be a polished pine with four legs for stability and a nice cut away section in the seat for my girl to spread her legs and have James get in there with his tongue. There is going to be attachments high up on the back legs so that she can handcuff James hands there is she wants. I’m guessing whether or not that will appeal, but you folk decide given what you’ve learned so far about my girl. The point is that James mouth is kept nice and close to mistress pussy. I’m going to have a kneeling pad built in at the bottom of the front legs so that James is supported properly in position. I’ll have to check his height, knee to head- you get my drift. It must be perfect.

I reckon something like this will help loads.

1. Emily can relax and have a drink whilst James is attending her. I just picture her requiring more and longer cunnilingus because she is comfy. James will be in his element.
2. Having the stool out in the open will signal lots. When Em’s new friends come by they will add 2+2! So this is how she rules!
3. Its a nice social feature. I’m quite sure that Em will have James licking out girlfriend pussy over time and in front of friends. Its a nice convivial thing. Imagine friend James tethered there and a few close girl friends taking it in turn to sample his delights. They run their fingers through his hair, tell him what a good boy he is and chat with friends. Bliss!
4. It will be a household feature, reminding James that he has a place in the home. Because that’s stool is there he has a firm reminder of his duties.

There must be other ideal home ideas for a cuckold marriage. So jump on in and share yours!
Jezz

Mags has sent me three profiles of men from the internet dating site that she is using. I’m glad too, because otherwise it would have been tempting to use one of those sugar daddy/sugar babies websites. Not that Mags is young skirt. Its just that we want something deeper and more committed. She does want a husband…albeit quite a malleable one! She wonders what I think of the options and asks me to decide which is the best to date, before I look at her follow up email where she gives her preferred choice. These profiles are always a bit suspect because men are such lying bastards when they describe themselves aren’t they?! But you need to make a start somewhere and in this instance I have assured her that I will be near by when she goes on first dates, in case she needs me to have a word with the guy. This isn’t usually needed. Ladies don’t usually take a shadow minder along, but I want her to feel very secure. If she is to become accustomed to the very best, to getting her own way, then this is how things start.

David. I look at the pic. He is in a suit, a good sign. He wears a designer watch on his wrist-another good sign. He must be Mags age or perhaps even five years more. He hasn’t hidden the greying hair at his temples. I like that! I reckon she needs a well heeled bloke with some presence, but not so up on the self esteem stakes that he thinks he is beautiful. After all, I want him bending to Mags. She is the superior, so these things are worth checking. What does he have to say about himself. There, he admits to being a divorcee. His wife left him eight years ago and now with his business stabilised after the recession he would like a companion and more. Its all very encouraging. Providing that the bloke wasn’t a drug addict or an alcoholic, its good to see that he has been left at some point. Being put down is good for the humility and he is going to need that with my protege.

Marcus. Hmmmn- I react to some names. Some names are just too self aware, just too preeny. Sorry if any of you out there are called Marcus. Its just a gut thing. I’m sure that you are brilliant to know! This one isn’t. He’s a gym addict and his physique does suggest that he might be in love with himself. He works as a teacher too, so he doesn’t earn lots. Its not what I thunk would suit the delightful Mags. His face is pretty, I can see why he would appeal, but he ain’t the malleable type.

Gerry. Gerry comes across as though he has watched a few soap operas. You can picture him with a cartoon of pop corn resting on his gut. It would be a big carton too, because he’s converted some of that gear in the past into lard. Prejudiced- maybe. But the point is that a guy who might bend to cuck dom still has to look presentable, and this one hasn’t made the effort. He is in a T shirt and unpressed pants. He describes himself as ‘relaxed’ for which I read ‘fucking lazy’. But he does have a good job. He is a building contractor and shitty as that sounds, you can see a good house in the background. Gerry knows the old adage is true- where there is muck there is money. Truth be told though, I can’t imagine Mags enjoying cucking him. I can’t imagine her fucking him in the first place.

I pick David and bet you lot do too. Its not a hard choice. I can picture this guy doting on my girl. I can even picture him meekly kneeling on that stool that I was writing above as well! I think we should give him a go.

From Mags
To Jezz

Well darling…who did you pick?

I went for David. He looks so sweet and kind. I can imagine being out on a date with him. I can imagine him getting to know me and learning to pamper me. What do you think? Marcus looks yummy, but I thunk he may be too young for me. I think he’s only just in his forties. Gerry is Mr slug. Yuk!

[Bingo!!]

To Mags
From Jezz

Go for it babe-you have impeccable taste! Date the guy and let me know when you want the reassuring presence. We’ll use phones and I will be just a minute or two away, but I can’t imagine you needing me with David. Now don’t rush it. If this guy is worth it, you need to settle him all down. He needs to want and need you before you go anywhere near what a raunchy bitch you are and and how pushy you are as regards your requirements.

Next week, that night I’ve asked you to keep free. Well I’m having James drive you down to Brighton to see Curve Cock. James will wait in the car. I’m going to make sure that you gets lots of good cock whilst you’re dating. I want you really worked up with the fucking. If my experience is anything to go by it will leave you issuing a delectable madam knows and gets best charm. It will really ramp David up without him understanding why. You don’t say a thing. You’re just the cat that gets the cream.

As regards James don’t say a thing when he drives you down and back. Em has him in the dog house again and he needs to understand that you’re a mistress too. Sit in the back of the car and have him play chauffeur OK?!

So neat to see you getting out there and exploring again.
Jezzx

From Duncan
To Jezz

Dear Jezz,

I appreciated our conversation last week and have told Emily how i have accepted all your requirements. She is very pleased and says that we will get on well. I don’t doubt that. You seem to bring out the best in her. She is very effusive about you. Emily asked whether I am shocked that she has such an intense relationship with you and I admitted I was, at first. But she is such a vibrant lady. Emily is strong willed and she has real poise. What man wouldn’t want her.

As you know I am seeing her this evening, because she has another party to go to tomorrow night. I do want to take her away in August, down to a villa that I use in the south if France. It will be a chance for her to relax and for me to take her shopping around some of the boutiques. We have friends down there and I have already confided that i am besotted with this stunning woman. Because of them I don’t want James along and will tell him that I have project work for him to complete back home.

But I need to know whether this is OK with you?I won’t ask if you don’t give the green light. Also, is this the right way to handle her husband?
Kind regards,

Duncan

From Jezz
To Duncan

Thanks for the email Duncan.

No problems with you taking Emily away, just send me details of the dates later. Have a word with Emily this evening about James, but my recommendation is that you just tell him firmly you are taking his wife away in holiday. No consultation, just straight on. Emily will want you to handle that. It’s too vulgar for Emily to have to broach this subject don’t you think? He might cut up rough, mope around as the holiday approaches, but don’t relent. Leave that with me.

See you next week.

Jezz

To Jezz
From Duncan

Dear Jezz,

Thank you so much. Emily takes my breath away. This is so good!

Duncan.

From Emily
To Jezz

I’m out to dinner with Duncan tonight, but looking forward to Friday darling. Duncan seems really impressed with you. He’s just telephoned to say how he can’t wait to see me and how mature you are about things. He knows that I will fuck him, but there is not contest about whom I prefer. I think it even turns him on a bit that I am so near yet just a little out of reach.

Don’t listen to James whining. I am sure that he will call you. He started to wobble about Friday night and I had to tell him what might result if he didn’t do as he is told. I am more determined tan ever now. He will suck cock in front of everyone. I want him working his mouth on your tool. Please be a dear and ejaculate. He has to swallow it too.

love Emilyxx

To Emily
From Jezz

Here’s the deal babes. I put James through his paces on Friday night, feed him a salty milk shake and you do a little chat with me on the blog talking about how you and James started exploring the lifestyle. By the way, if Duncan suggests something about this summer to you tonight, you’re to say yes. He has been very well behaved and asked me whether he can approach you about it.

Jezz x

To Jezz
From Emily

Deal.

But I will kill you teasing me with those little secrets! You know it will drive me crazy waiting. I love you.

Emxx

The sun isn’t even up this morning when the sound of Emily’s Porsche arriving on the front drive wakes me. I watch as she steps out of the car dressed in the tightest little black dress, patterned black stockings and high heels. Her jacket is cropped and beautifully tailored. She looks the absolutely immaculate business woman. Watching her cross to the door, hearing the click click of her heels on the cobbles I can see why James worships her. She is the bitch goddess to him. She has, of all the women I have ever known, the greatest potential to make this the supreme lifestyle. She is mistress of her own mind as well as of her cuck. She knows how to enslave other men too. If they have cocks and dreams then they are her quarry. What is most telling of all is that she understands what turns her on and she has no qualms about it. Don’t get me wrong, she is no psychopath, but she knows that James has to suffer and ache a bit for the sex to be truly hot for her. She would never get rid of him, unless another even more interesting submission project came along. Even then he might survive, ranking lower in a bitch harem.

‘Still in that sexy white towelling wrap young man?’ [I’m not very young, but the magic works]
‘Boy, you’re up early babe and looking very fine I say.’
I let her insinuate her fingers beneath my clothing, the polished red nails, the long fingers, the gold rings and the chic watch that slips down her wrist.
‘I want you before I go to work. Its my Valentine’s day gift’
I laugh…
‘I want, but its a gift for moi?! Haven’t you got things all mixed up?’
‘I need you Jezz…you’re so naughty, so sexy and so generous. Duncan showed me the pictures of the villa. It is huge! The pool stretches to infinity and it has a staff of three to keep us happy. Its a short drive to the designer lands of the French riviera. Do you realise what a spoilt bitch this is going to make me!’
‘I’ve always thought that jewellery looks neater on a sun kissed skin babe!’
Emily kisses me. Her eyes are hungry. She shivers with it too. She seems coiled up, eager to unwind. I’m Ok with it though. I like her massaging my dick.
‘You’re up early babe…I’m going to fuck you now and you will be sore at work. you will do a hard day at the business face and then CC and I will fuck you silly for hours on end tonight. We are going to wreck you. Are you ready for that?’
She gasps. I have pushed my hand up her dress, dragged her thong to one side and hooked her up on my fingers. Her pretty arms slide around my neck and she opens her mouth to me. There, I have won already. She might try hard ball with me, but it doesn’t work. Once I have my hands on her sex, she is mine. She will cast James aside and she will fuck her brains out.
‘Well babe…ARE you ready for all that sweet stuff?’
She nods and begs with her eyes for another kiss. I oblige. This is a nice nice way to wake up.
‘Now tonight…I want you to come on straight away to CC OK. I want Mags made to realise that she gets second goes on everything. You have fast track on all the rides alright,’
‘Yes..’
‘I want that lovely Mags licking your cunt in front of James OK. I want you to grind your fucking sex against her mouth.’
‘yes darling…yes, of course.’
“I will feed James my tool whilst you do that, and CC can sit back and enjoy a drink. I want the guy impressed with things.’
‘You will be firm with James won’t you. I want him behaving the right way in an instant and without any sulky looks.’
‘He will do as he is fucking told’
I hitch up Emily’s dress and there, her lovely wet sex is mine to enjoy. Holding her thong to one side I play my glans up and down her big lip slit.
‘Please darling…please now…pump me.’
I push inside her. Its like an animal pushing through the dense undergrowth of the jungle. It prises its way through. Its neither urgent nor concerned. It is prowling.
‘You get off on the thought of going away with Duncan?’
‘Yes’
‘About him telling James that he is taking you away. That the little guy has to fucking well get on with the business chores.’
‘Yes..yes’
‘About the fact that you won’t discuss the matter, that James just has to accept that this is what his mistress does now.’
Emily moans…
‘yes…you bastard…you know don’t you.’
‘I know babe…I know and i approve.’
More thrusts now, rhythmic, full stroke and deep. I am holding my girl on my cock, pressing her against the wall, her stocking clothed legs pushed wide.
‘I know that you are a fucking bitch to the guy and that is what gets my blood up. I know that you will get off on Duncan’s dick thinking about the poor bastard locked up in the prong cock cage at home.’
‘Please jezz…I have to have it, I need it.’
‘You will be grinding and screwing away, being the snobbiest bitch possible…’
‘Oh please…yes…you know…you’re right…I am, I am…’
‘And tonight you will fuck like a slut…you will hump and whore all night long, a greedy little tramp.’
‘God please Jezz…don’t wait…please darling.’
‘You’re a bitch, a fabulous wanton, fucking bitch…what are you?’
‘Oh God…’
‘Well?’
‘I’m your bitch!’

I deliver my load. I feel my cock bulge to allow the passage of a massive delivery. She is tight on me. I can feel the pulse in her cunt, racing, racing. Her mouth is open, her eyes wild and pleading and her nails scratch my neck. I like the feel of her, hooked up on me, tightening and releasing like one big muscle. I like the fact that she has lost control, that her breath comes in tiny urgent snatches. She is climaxing, but I’m not finished with her yet. I did warn her.

‘Tell me about last night babe, when you got back from Duncan’s’
‘Oh Jezz, oh Jezz…’
‘Did you make winky man lick your cunt?’
‘Yes…’
‘And was it sweet, knowing that come Monday Duncan would spill the beans with James?’
‘You know it was! Fucking hell Jezz, don’t be a bastard.’
‘You didn’t tell winky man though did you. You held those lush lips of yours open, straddling him and he lapped away like a fool.’
‘No..no…Jezz, I can’t stop…this is driving me crazy.’
‘tell me then..’
‘Oh please…no I didn’t tell him. It was so…so…sexy’
‘He didn’t need to know did he…because he didn’t count. He has other duties…not taking Madam on holiday’
‘He’s…oh please…he’s my…’
‘slave?’
‘yes.’

There it is. Her second orgasm, fast on the first, her sex squirting. I can feel a jet erupt outwards, like water did when as a kid I learned to eject it from between my two front top teeth. Its a tiny, delicious, and powerful stream. It is accompanied in Emily by a scream. Now it follows. Sudden like a tropical night fall. My girl suddenly relaxes. She is a sudden and welcome dead weight. She is a winter overcoat across my arm. I feel her quivering from the explosion within, from the exertion of the sudden and needful sex. How do I feel right now? Triumphant, relaxed, pleased that I have evoked this in her. It is not just the cocking, but the words. When you fuck a woman well you meet with her mind and you say things that she dare not express. This is the way. So often when I have serviced a woman I have done this, suggesting what I suspect is in her head-the ever needful and instinctive things. It works so often and it works so well. If she fucks in front of her husband then she may go to pieces. I am the release and she is the bird that flies. When I can remember thus, when I can hang on to it during quieter brooding times, I need have no worry that I will lose a woman. I will always touch something that she wants. i will take her hand to it too and she will feel it. Even if Emily ever left me she would remain connected and we would do this again, sometime, physically and mentally, in a bedroom, or in our memories. This is how I live and why i need to be this way. I don’t own a woman complete, i just meld with her soul.

A weak sun streams through the window, catching tiny particles of dust as they pirouette upwards after our fucking, making them look like flecks of gold. It is the nicest feeling, the most replete feeling. I have no idea how often other people fuck, how hard they fuck, I just know that I need to fuck this way. I need to be with the most challenging woman, to feel on the edge with her and then to sip coffee. Always a drink afterwards and always the soft and affectionate talk. James is so nice, so loyal, so attentive isn’t he. We giggle, the passion passed and my girl assured once more that her cuck is ever in the equation. We have fucked. We have not shagged. It is not simply mechanical and it is too raw for love making. Emily knows this. She knows that I understand she has her own version, her selfish version of love making reserved for James and perhaps Duncan too. In a house there are many rooms…

As I watch her get into the Porsche and drive away later I think that probably most men who meet her would want her. That is how she is-a siren. But there are others that would want to drop to their knees in front of her. She never evokes indifference and this is the point really. A woman who becomes a hot wife is like that, vibrant and full of life. It may be there from the start but as sure as chickens come from eggs what her cuck and bull contribute, that always adds to things.

Jezz

PREPARING FOR A PARTY (THAT SORT OF PARTY)

When my blood is up I write a different sort of post. I guess that much is plain. This one though is in contrast to that. Its got my mentor hat on and i’m writing for those cucks who have not so far attended a party where their wife gets it on with more than one other guy. I write it too, in a cautionary vein for those want to be cucks who haven’t thought through all that the lifestyle entails. Partying is part of this scene for so many of us. I’ve taken it slow this time. Emily is such a great prize. But if your wife is owned by a real party animal, then you will get a lot of this and fast. He will share her ass with his mates.

The preparation for the hotwife is relatively straightforward. She dresses hot and she anticipates a lot of attention. She is going to take a lot of cock. What some don’t realise about parties (but Em and Mags do) is that they can go on a long time. They’re not all full on incessant sex, they rise and fall but typically the girls are going to fuck in bursts through out the night. I’ve known bulls send their babes off to another bedroom to ask another alpha male for sex, I’ve known wives wake their husbands from much needed sleep and made them sit on the floor whilst they witness another incessant pounding session. Sleep deprivation takes a toll and some cucks are aghast at the energy and the appetite that their wives have with bigger men. Things are done to excess and yes, it is debauched. But there is also a rule to it as well, at least where a strong bull is the host. That includes rules such as sheaths for the non established partner males, it means treating the beta males present with some degree of respect. The bulls for instance need to know what their safe words are and to respect them. What I think is the biggest shock for the girls is to realise how horny it feels to have your womb full of several guy’s spunk. You are always dripping as you walk., you are sore for sure, but also constantly aroused by what is going on around you. You’re back in that primal cave where the alpha males are having their way. This is only possible when the circle is long established and the trust rock solid. No on deserves an STD. The tight circle is then something that we work towards. I would love it if CC gave up his other interests and took Mags on as her constant and sole bull. He would rule her so well and she would love it. But its a way off yet and CC has Brighton interests. In the meantime James is going to get a taste of what lies ahead. In the future there will be a close knit and tight circle society, where friends come over and several of them from our class fuck my girl. It will be casual and sophisticated and alfresco, the guys fucking the girls as and where. James will be busy beneath that chair I talked about- it will be like his salon where he does a wash and lick dry.

What is this typically like for a cuck? Well, first off it is information overload. He is going to be bombarded with sights and sounds and smells. What i think will surprise him will be the combination of talk and that seen. This always shocks the cucks that i have worked with and because as I say above, the sights and the words reinforce one another. ‘Hey man get over here and clean this bitch’s ass! (he has just watched his wife take a load in the bot)’ ‘What you doing man, did I tell you to touch that sad tag of a cock?’ ‘Do you like it darling, do you like watching him shaft me?’ The effects are manageable a little at a time, but over one night the cuck gets it tsunami style. The only way to prepare for this I think is to accept that he is going to go with the flow and learn so much. He is going to learn what instincts his wife has, he is going to learn the mastery of other males and he is going to understand appetite. When beautiful and elite people get together, they want to fuck. If he is lucky and there are other cucks present (I call these Lord and Lady parties- with the footmen waiting on) then there is brief and passing solace. ‘Shit, this so hot, I feel as hard as iron..its doing my head in.’

The second shock coming is intimacy. The hotter and randier the hotwives get, the closer in they want their cuck husbands. Its a confidence in numbers thing. Its a ‘get in close and see what you asked me to do’ taunt thing. Solid, heavy glass topped coffee tables can be popular. Cucky gets ordered to life beneath and he watches a bull copulate with his wife. He sees her grip on the guy, he sees the balls spasm and then those drops of goo trickle onto the glass. This is going to be hard for James. Hard because he loves his Mum but now he is going to see her full appetite. CC is pretty wise, but when the blood is up, he might press my little friend’s button a bit. Licking out more than one girl, either to ready her or to clean up means that you get a lot of taste in your mouth. I promise you, bull’s taste different, dependent on our diet and hydration levels. When we mix up a pussy cocktail, you are getting an intimate taste of passion and each cock tail is different. That comes as a surprise as well.

Third, the cuck male is going to realise how mesmerising the whole scene is. It ain’t a drug as such but it works like one. The music is right, the DVD stuff on the telly is right, the alcohol is great and the atmosphere electric. Its completing hypnotic in a big party, but it will weave its magic even with our intimate little get together tonight. So you will touch yourself, you will want to wank off. Most times though the hotwives have their cucks locked up to accentuate the tease. i know that James will be in the spiked cock cage. You mustn’t wank then. You will cause yourself an injury and its difficult then to explain things down in casualty. Think of this evening as your gift to you mistress’s pleasure. Concentrate on making is crazy for her. If she is pleased the next day she might relieve you, recounting how sexy things seemed.

To James
From Jezz

You OK man? You prepped for tonight? I want you nice and well behaved as regards CC and Mags my friend. She is an utter babe with him and he rides so fine. If you love it all, if she is comfy with you as regards their thing, tell the guy how much you admire him. Say that any husband that Mags has would be proud to witness the way he handles her. Make sure you’re appreciative my friend. Next Tuesday night you’re driving Mags down to see him again. You will treat Mags as your mistress for the day and sit and wait in the car whilst she sees him OK. I need you to signal all those sweet supportive things, alright? You must get used to it. This ain’t back when you were a kid. You’re grown up now and its natural that someone as classy as Mags attracts master cock. She always has…OK.

Now this evening. You might be a bit panicky OK. I know. I understand. Get your phone charged up and during the night i’m going to ask you take some pics. You’re going to make up a party album for the guests OK. This is going to give a neat purpose to your evening. Trust me, it will help carry you through. When we’re done composing that album you’re to present a copy to each of the ladies. If you ask your mistress nicely, she might let you keep a copy to masturbate over. She choses though- these are very private things.

James rang immediately…

‘Jezz, the email thanks…about the photos, great. I need something to be present for.’
‘Thats OK…you sound calm, you calm?’
‘Yes…just about.’
‘You have to see Mags as just another alpha woman tonight friend. She is just another of your mistresses’
‘Sure’
‘Its hard to see it that way, being your Mom’
‘Yes…but she is pretty, she is stylish. She has grown with you.’
‘Thank you. I appreciate that. You count…your views count. We talk OK?’
‘Yes’
‘You know we’re looking for some sort of partner for her, a nice malleable gent’
‘No…I didn’t’
‘Well, we are, and when he is good and besotted with her, she going to start his training..’
‘As a cuck?’
‘Yeah, she can handle it I am sure’
‘I think so too…I certainly do.’
‘Watch how she is with CC. Watch how she rides, she is very very stylish. There might come a day when you help her hubby to bend a knee to her.’
‘yes…its very hot’
‘You bet’
‘You see this as big picture don’t you?’
‘I see it as a mosaic Jamie…we put pieces down at a time..’
‘But you would like my mistress and Mags fucking with their caste, and men like me submitting to the scene.’
‘Of course’
‘Thats….that’s oddly reassuring.’
‘Why?’
Well…because…because I’m still part of it all.’
‘That’s important…this isn’t your ex you know. These are very intelligent and sexy women. Off you go, there’s food to set up I guess’
‘Yes…bye..and thanks.’

Last night probably deserves several posts- perhaps over a few days. Right now I have a head and it doesn’t feel quite on my body, so just a few delicious preliminary highlights.

When CC arrived with Mags, you should have seen James face. The physical stature of the guy shook my friend. Mags, wrapped in those big strong arms at the door, she in the tightest lace up leather hot pants, and high heeled oh so severe boots up and over the knees, it was just perfect. They looked the natural couple. It stunned my friend that she was with such a hunk of a guy. It must have stunned him that such a stud was ploughing his Mum. Yes she would find a husband, but men like CC would go on taking. It was the way of things. He just about gathered his wits and took their coats, before rushing on to serve them drinks.

Emily took control quickly after that and CC was delighted. I’ve never seen my girl with a black guy before, but the effect was very very pleasing. Watching them kiss, CC’s big hands cradling my girl’s pert arse through the leather mini skirt was special. James watched open mouthed, I smiled and took a brief moment with Mags. ‘Remember babe, Emily is top bitch. Make sure you defer.’ Mags nodded. She knew that CC was going to fuck her mistress first. It was etiquette. But there would be loads of attention afterwards, and from us both.

We had drinks in the conservatory first, served with canapés by my friend James. His hand was shaking a mite, but he was decorum itself. CC was Sir and Mags and Emily were Madam. Because we were a intimate gathering James had set things up as a dinner party. The string quartet music, the flowers tastefully arranged, the lighting, the table were just right. James seated us and then with sweat on his brow served all the courses, fretting beneath his breathe about whether they would please. They did. The poor bastard had practised each course several times in the last weeks. It made Emily smile.

Beneath the table CC had his hand up Emily’s skirt and was working her crotch. I saw her move and spread her legs so that he could push his fingers inside her slit. Ah nice, she opened her mouth and started to snog the guy as James cleared away dessert plates. I unlaced the front of Mags hotpants and though it was tight down there pushed my fingers south. She was sopping wet. I loved the way she pushed her cunt against my fingers. I loved the serious, wanton look in her eyes. The girls were very aroused.

James came over at my beckon and I said that i had dropped my napkin on the floor. Hell I hadn’t. It was there on my lap. Down he went though, without a murmur. Emily and Mags watched him as he unzipped my fly and took out my cock. Mags watched him intently. It mesmerised the girl. There was the slighted hesitation and then yes, he started to suckle.

‘I want it up me so much’ she whispered and opened her mouth to me. Her lips, her tongue, so sweet and her hand now down there, keeping James head working up and down on my prong.

Emily moved position again. She stood and CC peeled down her thong. She smiled at him as he took out his member, and then she guided its head to her quim. A pause. CC wrapped beefy in latex and then she took it. She took the whole quivering mass of his cock between her legs. Sinking down onto it with a groan.

James doesn’t finish his suckle-even though Mags is pushing his head down there. He is gagging and I know that he is going to bottle this. Much as Em wants him swallowing a load he won’t cope with that this first time. So I gently lead Mag’s hand away, and guide her upwards. ‘Drag her shorts down’ I order James and he does so. How nice, he kisses Mag’s navel as he does so. Perhaps its his apology for not finishing. Mags is now naked around her groin , wearing the boots and the basque over the blouse on top. She parts her sex lips to show me the juicy interiors. It is pink, lush and inviting and I draw her onto my wet prong. Soon the girls are both riding, their breasts exposed so that we can enjoy nipple. James scurries away to the kitchen. i know that the mage is too strong. He needs to catch breath and to compose himself. Em is really banging it. Her lovely tits are bouncing. She is throwing back her head and shaking her mane of lovely hair. She on the edge really quickly…but why not. Tonight we can fuck and fuck again. ‘You big bastard…oh you are gorgeous’ she gasps, and I watch her whole body shake on CC. She is riveted to him and taking the jags up inside her with little mewing yelps. Right now, my main man CC is testing the strength of that sheath. A big load is bolting up into the teat. Nice, very nice. Mags is watching them as she rises on falls on me. She too is urgent now. She wants it bad. I watch her eyes close and her mouth open. ‘Please darling…oh please…quick, now, this time please’. Its a semaphore that i understand, and I jilt her a load. The heat of her sex is immense, the gripping of her muscles. I can feel her siphoning it in.

Finishing that soon we laugh. The magic begins. We have flushed the strangeness from the room and Emily wanders into the kitchen where James is washing up. She clicks her fingers and he comes to cunt, eager and relieved to play a role. From my chair, with Mags on my lap, we can see him kneeling and licking. It is really steamy. James is a noisily eater. He is so relieved that this is happening now and that he hasn’t bolted.

‘Did you swallow a load for Jezz’
I hear Emily’s voice icy.
He could fib but he knows she will ask me. He knows that we both expect discipline tonight.
He shakes his head and his face reddens with embarrassment.
‘Sorry, sorry, I gagged.’
The slap that Emily administers is light by her standards.
‘Right…you will suck CC, teat and all do you understand?’
He nods.

CC has been taking a leak but now that he is back, he wants Mags and big time. We adjourn to the living room and Emily leads her cuck through. She has a steely look in her eye.Across the leather sofa James is told to lie and I think shit, I know where this is heading. She WILL have her way. Mags is given the look and now she positions herself doggy fashion above James, Her sex is only a foot above his face. New sheath dragged on CC takes up position. There, look how snug that snake takes Mags hole. She gasps as he enters her. He is still bullet hard, his stamina immense. He takes her hops and with a few easy thrusts he sets’ Mags tits swingiing, my second girl gasping in rhythm with his thrusts. The fucking is slow at first and then relentless. Mags is arching her back and writhing now. She doesn’t give a damn that James is witnessing the coupling so close.

‘I’m glad you found him’ Emily whispers sliding into my arms as we watch.
I kiss her. Her nipples are erect inside her blouse. Her neck is still flushed from riding CC. She is really enjoying this.

‘That’s a terrible punishment.’ I note.
‘He didn’t suck you off like I said.’
‘Well babes, maybe I wanted that up Mags?’
She giggles…
‘Of course you did you greedy man! But Mags is my maid and I wasn’t sure that I wanted her to get that first off. Never mind…James is doing his penance.’

We watch on, Mags begging him to come, begging him to take her on and through the orgasm. How does he do that? He has her climaxing, but just off the boil, and its driving Mags crazy. CC has so much technique-fuck he is an athlete.

Now it happens though. CC growls his pleasure, he wrests her back hard down his shaft and he is jolting again. Each time he makes Mags grunt. Its hard and its elemental.

Back out it comes, some of my spunk splashing out of her sex and onto James face. CC pauses there…

Yes, James has started to lick the guy’s balls.
Emily smiles smugly.

Mags rolls to one side and whilst CC is drawing breath, gingerly, daintily almost, James takes his cock, and laps around the base. CC is dragging the spunk filled sheath off and Emily frowns. Its a little disappointment. Still, there it goes, CC’s erect member, with a new sheath on, all clinical and chemical tasting, into James’s mouth. CC empties the last one onto James hair as though is was a sachet of shampoo. He massages it in as James sucks his cock.

I shudder. I bloody hate the taste of a condom, even the flavoured ones. I did once try them out, the better to understand what a cuck had to do. How could a cuck suck that. How could a cuck suck a sheath on a hard cock?
CC grins…
‘Nicely trained M’am’ He says to Emily. She nods in return.
‘OK, that’s enough for now, back to the kitchen’ Emily orders. Penance has been done.

Post our prandial fucking James brings in a tray of brandy and other spirits and sets out the goblet glasses. We are in mellow mood before the open fire. James adds another log and we start talking about sex. CC says that Emily has real poise and he has heard so many good things about her. She isn’t easily flattered but his charm is working. She glances my way and she goes to sit on his lap so that he can pet her easily. From the kitchen door I can see James watching. He looks as though he has been turned to stone. I love the way CC pets a woman, two fingers up her hole and that big thumb of his glancing back and forth over her clitoris. He knows how to brush there without too much pressure. it is vert exciting for a girl.

‘Gather you’re working on a circle babe’ he growls, his eyes taking Emily in.
Emily smiles and kisses him, ‘yes…did Jezz tell you?’
‘He said that you have another guy in tow called Duncan. That he is fucking you too.’
She checks his expression. Its important that he respects her choices. She wants him to.
‘Yes’ she says simply and he moves his mouth to her bare nipples. He’s going to suck them until she squirms.

‘You enjoying things Mags?’
I draw her onto my lap and we listen to the music, search for portents in the dancing fire.
‘Yes…CC is so sexy’
‘He is isn’t he. How was it taking cock like that on the sofa?’
‘I was ….delirious. He kept working me..’
‘Can you imagine a husband beneath you there, instead of James?’
‘Yes’
‘Of course it would be bareback and your bull would be getting his balls licked whilst he filled you’
‘Yes!’

James is trying to catch my attention, waving his mobile phone in his hand. He wants to play the photographer now. Perhaps the shame of sucking CC’s cock has been too much. I shake my head. The night is so young and he is urgent. It will be an hour or two more before that. It may never be that…sleeping in his sad little room later he may have to listen as the girls take it in turns, swapping from one bedroom to another. Fucking and fucking again. We shall see. Meantime Mags has drawn my hand onto her breasts. She snuggles into me and i run a circling finger around her areoles. She has relaxed and now she rouses nonce more.

Emily wants a fashion show and James is made to come in. He is told to drop his pants and he shows his spiked cock cage to CC. His cock looks in torsion down there, knotted within the frame. Its clearly humiliating, but CC just smiles. ‘I liked the spikey’s Em-brings them to heel faster!’ Emily observes that its not so easy using them all day long, but they are nice evening wear for a cuck. James is told to turn around and to display his blue cabochon butt plug. Emily tells him to pull his buttocks apart so that CC can see things properly. ‘Shafting him yet?’he enquires, and Emily shakes her head, ‘not yet…but I will won’t I James.’

I’m sure it is James’ idea next to run the blind wine tasting. He has half a dozen bottles of red, and half a dozen bottles of white all with their labels occluded and hands each of us a sheet with brief tasting notes and asks us to match the bottles to the wines on the list. Mags laughs, she is not good at wine. I smile thinly. This is James’s ruse to keep the pressure off him. Its his back up plan to cope with the evening. Emily isn’t surprised though. She knows that her cuck is sometimes resourceful. As James starts to leave the room, perhaps anticipating that soon we will be too drunk to care much she whispers to him…
‘Don’t go yet sweetie…you’ve yet to finish what you started on Jezz’s cock.’
The look of sheer angst on James’s face shoots her the reward she wants. My girl can be a right bitch. CC chuckles. He likes the hard road approach to these things.
‘Over here babe’ he suggests to Em and pats his lap, ‘from here you can watch things better.’
She goes to him, meek, ready to be petted all over again, drops onto his lap and opens her legs so that his fingers can tease her.
Mags eagerly secures a place on the arm of the chair where I sit and as James settles to his duties, sucking on my glans, she drops a languid hand which strokes James’ hair.

We start with the cleaner whites, not that we are concentrating too hard. Its hard when you are being sucked off and hard when a man like CC is teasing your clitty.
Mags is really turned on by now. The evening is one hell of a buzz for her. ‘That’s a good boy…lick it nicely.’
I venture that wine B might be the Pinot, it has that freshness and fruitiness of an Italian wine. Its bloody hard, James is sucking full shaft now.
Emily smiles.
‘How do you train cucks CC?’ she asks, steeling a quick kiss from him.
‘Depends on their stage babe…you have this one working nice though.’
‘I think they have to show their submission, to the male I mean. Its just so important in the longer term’
Mags whispers, ‘now lick master’s balls’ (there is a sharper conviction in her words)
CC observes, ‘yeah…you mean when you’re setting up lifestyle permanent.’
‘Yes, exactly,’ Emily returns, ‘for when you have friends around like tonight. I want James sucking other men’s cocks, especially after they have fucked me.’
‘So nice babe, the taste of mistress on a cock popsicle!’ CC Loves this. He inserts two fingers inside her.
Mags giggles, ‘Look at James’s dick straining in the cage!’
‘You like our set up CC?’ Emily wonders.
CC does. CC says that he likes Mags loads, and he is seriously thinking about going exclusive. Its the worst thing for James that the guy could have said. Mags goes stellar. She grab’s James mane and forces his head back and forth, his mouth working my shaft.
‘Fucking well suck it will you!’ Sharp words, such sharp words. Mags has CC from back to front, top and bottom of her thoughts right now.
I can’t hold it any longer. I can’t and the glug bolts into James mouth. He rolls his eyes and swallows.
‘Why not fuck Mags again’ Emily smiles to CC, ‘I think she is feeling rather horny don’t you.’

Mags walks slowly, in this sultry way to CC. She draws his hand to her sex and he thumbs her button. She opens her sex lips to show him the peachy wet interior. Emily is rolling a sheath onto CC’s erection. She announces…

‘And when you have checked out health wise…when you are exclusive, I don’t want to see these ever again…with either of us.’

CC wanted charge of James when it came to the sleeping arrangements. He said that James was so well behaved that he would be an asset as part of Mags bitch training. The bed in the guest bedroom is made of brass, so it was easy to handcuff James to one of the legs at the head. I watched James present a wrist to the cuff. I asked whether he wanted ‘a word’ (my code for asking whether he wanted to safe word this) and he said that he didn’t he would try to sleep. Then I watched CC undress Mags, removing the last of her clothes and draw her into a lovely interracial love clinch. She looked so tiny and so perfect in his arms. It was going to be a long night for James. I tossed him a duvet onto the floor to lie on and a vase into which he might try to pee as necessary. For Mags it was going to be a sensuous trip down memory lane. Going all night with a big male. For James it was going to be a lesson in how black guys ride white women.

I led James’ wife off to the master bedroom…as I had so often before.

Sunday now-and breakfast. James didn’t sleep so well. Mags looks drowsy but so content. She is back in the leather hot pants and boots and I want to fuck her again. What guy wouldn’t!

Emily wants the Sunday newspapers today so she takes Mags with her in the Porsche to collect them. They will talk, I know that. They will cap the party, reviewing what was so sexy about it.

James is sorting out the breakfast, what we call here ‘the full English’. I can smell fresh coffee being brewed.

‘You serious what you said last night CC…about going exclusive with Mags?’

‘Yeah…you reach a stage. Right now…I like you, your lady and I really like Mags. She is the hottest mature woman I have ever seen.’

Its a really indelicate thing, and I hope readers of this thread will forgive me, but I know how some black bulls think. The odd one is on a mission.

‘You can’t breed her man. You can’t you see. And anyways…I’m too fond of her to see her messed around on a quest.’

CC looks at me askance.

‘I’ve done the math man. i’ve done all that in my head, as I was driving up. Last night…last night though confirmed things. Mags could be so good for me. We could be so good…long term.’

‘I’m glad to hear it. She’s looking for a cuck husband you know.’

‘I know…that’s good too.’ CC laughs, ‘Its not in my nature to go without that. I really like what you and Em have.’

For once this morning, it is not raining. The sun is rising and painting the wisp horizon clouds this soft shade of puce. It is a really good morning.

James is superintending the bacon. CC is getting dressed.

‘How are you this morning my friend?’
James smiles.
‘Exhausted!’
‘You liked it though?’
‘You want me to be honest?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘I did like it.’
‘Your mistress is so fucking hot isn’t she. And such a disciplinarian.’
‘Yes’
‘You getting off on all that?’
‘Yes…I’m ashamed…but I am.’
‘Tough having to suck cock huh?!’
‘Yes…that will never be easy.’
‘Emily appreciated though. She is well pleased with her boy this morning’
‘Thank goodness…sometimes I’m not quite sure.’
‘Mags is pleased too…she likes you all malleable and easy about things’
‘She surprised me with CC’
‘In what way?’
‘Her needs, her appetite, she wanted all that he gave’
‘And that surprises you?!’
‘Yes’
‘Well, she ain’t a Mom you know, not with us, she is a hot lady. In our little clique she is one of your mistresses.’
‘Yes…I accept that.’
‘You have to re invent how you see her. You have to get beyond that lover and your dad.’
‘I’m getting there Jezz-honest. She’s alpha sex, that is how she is. It takes my breath away. You see someone one way for so long.’
‘I know, I know. Ah, I think the girl’s are back. You got the food ready?’
‘Yes, yes, I’ll just add the toast. It’s done.’

Breakfast is convivial and Emily insists that James sits with us. We are like friends of the ages and we take the piss out of the politicians in the papers. I don’t care where you live, where you read this, that is a human pastime right? CC leans back after devouring a big breakfast, resting his hand on Mag’s thigh. I can’t tell you the look that she gives him. Desire, pleasure, relief and yes love. Our sort of love that will admit another male as long as he plays a subservient role. She is hoping, daring to hope that the guy is serious about her. I intend to make that as possible as I can. On Tuesday night James will drive her down to be with him and after they have fucked I will arrange that there is a nice restaurant meal to go to. James will be their driver for the evening. I want it to be special. Mags knows CC’s likes and dislikes. She knows that he already has a thing about her peachy ass and her shapely legs. Mags is learning to ride with the guy and from what i know, she will do fine. All thoughts of false start bastard Ben are dropped like trash in a can now.

When I look at my girl she is equally vivacious. Her smile is teasing, taunting, now playful, now lusty. Seeing the girls at breakfast with a man that they control, with their equals and lovers is the best feeling possible. Some women are meant to dominate men. That is their role in life. It causes the blood to rise-and the hunger to bite. It is quite simply, perfect. I wish I could say that I had designed all this-but I didn’t. It started way back in the psyche, possibly in the genes. What I do now is very superficial indeed. But I am glad to be here. Very glad.

I suggest the restaurant to CC, my treat and he gratefully accepts with a shake of the hand. He knows what I mean by this. It is a blessing.
Before he takes Mags away with him, driving her home, I have a brief chat with this lovely accomplice to my girl.
‘You are a sex queen…I am so pleased with you. CC is taking you out to dinner on Tuesday night. James will drive you wherever you want.’
She is my protege.
Emily kisses her and says,
‘Let’s meet up Monday afternoon. I’ll cancel my appointment. You were lovely…and I think you must have something new to wear on Tuesday. I want CC lusting after you in every other thought’

Emily smiles at me. We both know. We are building…building our circle. This is pure…what we want, we do and what we will make together. By the time Em has finished with Mags on Monday she will be even more desirable. We will make this work.

I suggest to Em that we take a drive out in the Porsche. The sun is shining an I want to fuck her, somewhere out in the fresh air again.

On the way back from our interlude in the country we stop off at the artisan furniture maker who is making my worship her high chair. I’m probably spoiling the surprise but I’ve had such a good party and my girl looks radiant. Yes she drives the Porsche like a rally driver, but you cannot turn off the adrenaline in high octane women. I called ahead to Paul to say that we are coming and he tells me that the chair is built, there is just the waxing and the polish finish. I tell Emily that I have something nice to show her, but that she has to carry off this preview with a little aplomb. She will need to be bold about this!

Paul meets us at the door of his cottage and leads across the yard to his workshop. I can see him eyeing my girl in her cream jodphurs and tan leather boots. I know that he is imagining her seated on the chair and either me or someone else licking her out. After all, the construction rather gives the game away. He is though professional artisan personified and shows us the chair, telling us about the wood chosen, the search for a beautiful grain in the seat, about steaming the wood for the back rest so that he got just the right curve. The legs are beautifully tooled, smooth and frankly, wonderful. The metal brackets are built into the back legs half way down to attach cufflinks. Paul doesn’t ask, he doesn’t have to, he can guess.

Emily kisses me shyly. She runs her manicured fingers over the lovely surfaces of the chair and admires how he has put the chair together. On the front legs of the chair there are a series of holes into which the kneeling stool can be attached, at a variety of heights. How thoughtful- I smile. Within the curved recess at the front of the seat, where James will be showing his adoration, there is an extra, ever so subtle three inch across lip/ledge. I glance at it. Emily doesn’t comment, but hopes that the chair can be polished and delivered very soon. She steals another kiss as we leave the workshop. Her look tells me so much. This is such sexy a surprise and it is just right. James will take lessons on this and I will gain pleasure watching.

As she walks on to the car, giving Paul an eyeful of delicious female rear I shoot him a questioning look.

‘Its a chin rest…I thought that your beautiful wife would like that.’

ON CUNNILINGUS
During my time in this lifestyle I have become convinced that cunnilingus is the key to a sustainable cuckold marriage. It serves so many functions..

– securing personal pleasure for the hot wife (a dominant female pleasure because coupling is largely reserved for her stud)
– dominating the cuck husband ( in our lifestyle licking pussy is associated with submission but see discussion below) The well informed hotwife knows that her sex scent and the taste of her pussy can become dominant needs in the cuck. Even the taste of her lover’s semen there can become compelling. Where there is a need then there is an opportunity and she uses it to rule. She rations pussy licking. Cuck must obey to secure these treats.
-It helps separate out relationships. I’m struck by how often that helps new cuckoldresses. This guy fucks me and that one cleans up.
-It is something that the hotwife can use to prolong her pleasures and to heighten orgasm. The techniques are relatively simple. Cuck is ordered to keep his tongue off clitty until she is ready. She leads the dirty conversation. If she heightens things quickly, for example fantasizing about her husband doing this in front of her bull, then orgasm is likely to follow sooner. Grabbing her cuck’s hair means that she can control the pressure he exerts down there. It can be light touch flicking tongue, or greedy full on mouth worship.
-Because women are very capable of multiple orgasms a well trained cuck can be used down there to bring things on and off the boil. I have seen Emily have James lick downstairs for half an hour at a time whilst we have petted and talked dirty. Watching your cuck husband lick your bull’s fingers as he slides them in and out of your sex, is very horny.
-Creampie cunnilingus is described by many women as the hottest and dirtiest sex possible. It is the complete submission to her sexual choices, the fucking she shares with a dominant male. Symbolically, in a girl’s head it can light fireworks.

My preference is to wean the husband off cock sex very early on. I know others think it sexy to share, albeit with the husband on seconds and reduced rations. But I like my women to be quite bitchy and to lay down the rules with their cuck. Its not that I don’t want them to have sex. Its that I commend an un equal sex-she must rule. That way he learns to submit faster and more deeply. His wife becomes his mistress and as the need for cunnilingus takes over, he starts to see his tongue as his sex organ. His cock becomes redundant and that is emphasized when it is caged. Training a husband on the tongue, making him kneel to do it, has all sorts of delicious mistress knows best connotations. There will come a day quite soon when she will show her bull the control she has. There will com a day longer in the future, when he will lick pussy to order and in select company. If this seems strange, even repugnant to a hotwife early on, it becomes less so once her appetite for sex is triggered. She is getting a lot more sex as a hot wife. She expects more too. Cunnilingus (as a demonstration of mistress hood) accentuates that. It teases other alpha males so that they will try their arm. It emphasises to beta males that she is out of their league. They shy away and search for the position back down in the pecking order.

Emily is a mistress of cunnilingus. Mags I suspect will be in future. But as she is not getting this yet (both CC and I copulate-we associate licking with submission) its important to find Mags an husband who will do this for her. On Friday night, when James licked CC’s balls beneath her, I guessed what Mags craved-so now finding a husband is key. Anyone who tells you that the lifestyle uses women needs to think on about that. The hotwife secures two men for her pleasure-one who will fuck her and one who will submit to her. It is just right for the headstrong girl. If you haven’t tried this as a hotwife curious female there are some things to share from what Em tells me…

– your love lips will respond to all the licking and sucking. They often grow larger through the repeated engorgement with blood and then they pout. Back in cave times this was probably a benefit in that it signalled the alpha females. Not only were they looser downstairs going with the bigger males, but they were getting submission from the beta males and females. Both sucked pussy in submission. Looking at yourself in a mirror your body probably seems more sexual. Your sex looks wanton and for many hotwives to be this is a real buzz. For the cuck it is utterly compelling. Pouting lips deserve devotion.

– you start to see your pussy in a different way. It has always been a place of pleasure, but now it is a means of control. Hotwives I have known describe how they used to just feel their husbands licking down there but as the sexy thoughts develop, they prefer to watch him there as well. They sit in ways, ride his face, so that they can watch the act and reinforce the sense of mistress hood. One said, ‘you feed your husband your sex and the steamy fillings. You watch him eat and make sure he eats it all up’ There seems something maternal in there somewhere.

– You become more sensitized to the pleasure of oral sex, BUT you also develop greater control as regards riding the edge of an orgasm. I’m sure that nerve endiings down there become more attuned to oral pleasures, the different pressures that are exerted. To be lightly licked is very different from being fervently sucked. You develop a palette of pleasures. i know that Em often insists that James lick lightly, fleetingly back and forth across her sex lips. She likes him to groan and moan a little as he does this, the guy needing more but following the rules. Doing this there have been countless times when she has squirted in his face. Her bartholins glands (sorry to be technical) have sprayed his face with lady cum. Orchestrating the touch, knowing when you are in the edge and backing off, moving on with the dirty sensations means that Em says you can surf a climax.

-Receiving cunnlingus straight away your bull has ejaculated inside you takes a little mastering. You want it because the raunchy associations are huge. But a eager lapping tongue at this stage is ticklish. So Em has James suck the spunk off her lips first, with enough pressure not to brush and tickle, but not so full on to make the touch intolerable. If your cuck doesn’t know what this feels like, how much pressure to use, dribble a little cream on a soft surface (so help me warm Yorkshire pudding is perfect for this) and have him practice. Its a siphoning kiss and the sounds are very sexy. Emily’s other practice is to make James wait ten minutes. The spunk cools and it congeals a little. The required submission is even greater and she often climaxes very hard then.

– last ladies observation point, you need to be ready for the fact that if you are stretched from bigger and better sex, that riding the cuck’s face is going to produce a sticky mess. A husband’s face covered in semen can look disgusting, so you use your finger to feed him the missed bits. Its a mixed emotion thing, because you don’t want him to get much. You DO want your bull’s semen inside you, doing what it theoretically could! But you do want your husband thoroughly subjugated to your lifestyle. So be prepared, emotions swirl.

Now a brief debate and it concerns whether bulls should lick pussy. I don’t-at least other than once in a blue moon to show a cuck husband what he has to do. I don’t because I want the hotwife to associate this with submissive sex, with subordinate behaviour. I know that many see cunnilingus as a skill, as a mark of the skilful lover, but that assumes something more vanilla. Its assumed that a skilful oral practitioner keeps his wife and especially in a culture where wives have a naughty habit of taking lovers if they become bored. Well, in a cuckold lifestyle we are way past that. The other guy is taking your wife and you consent to it. So you lick now to other purpose and I don’t. Its not just less dominant to do so, it runs the risk that if I do it better than cucky, then a wife has less reason to stay with her husband. That’s not what I want. All thoughts welcome as ever! (Hope the thread informs, entertains, offers insights).

As i finish up here I am contemplating recommending a nice ball tongue stud to James. People know what they are for and when James has come out, it will be a badge of status. I picture the chair, Emily and that stud tongue working devilishly away! It might drive my girl utterly crazy!

Jezz

From my diary…
Busy week!

Monday- today I guess Duncan will let James know that he is taking Emily away for three weeks in the summer. I guess my friend will feel just a little angst. Best he controls that before he gets home though, otherwise its a red card. Em is taking Mags out shopping. I love the way hotwives dress and guess this will be something special-both as regards CC and David.

Tuesday-Duncan and I meet up and thereafter Emily joins us. I’m intrigued by whether this guy can sustain the alpha male status even though Emily has him lapping away. I suspect its his other status that will keep him there. I know Em loves the lifestyle he shares. James is driving Mags down to Brighton to see CC. It could be a long night for the guy.

Wednesday- I gather that chair is ready. It has to be tried out doesn’t it!

Thursday- Mags is out with David on their first date. I’m going to be ‘up in town’ too, so I will keep a discrete eye. Mags is very pleased with that.

Friday-free at the moment-but somewhere in this crazy couple of months my work has built up. So I need to do some correspondence-and not here in the blog!!

Jezz

Telephone summary…

‘Hi Jezz, I am very sorry to trouble you at work…but I need to talk’
‘Alright, that’s OK James’
‘Duncan called me up to his office this morning. He had me close the door and said that he was taking Emily away on holiday for a few weeks this summer. He said that I wasn’t to uit up rough because it would be worse for me if I did.’
‘And you took a big deep breath…like I suggest you always do.’
‘I did…and i paused. I wasn’t ready for this.’
‘But its natural that he would do this isn’t it. I mean the guy dotes on her as much as you.’
‘I know…but he is fucking her as well’
‘We both know that James. You know why this is like it is…’
‘Because she is beautiful and arrogant and just like him!’
‘Do I hear some ire in your voice my friend?’
‘Well….some, I admit. He just told me with that supercilious smirk on his face. It was a look that said ‘just say thank you’ James. I am giving your wife what you plainly cannot’
‘You didn’t say thank you did you?’
‘No…I didn’t’
‘And…’
‘And we got into a conversation. A hard conversation. I said that I wasn’t best pleased about him fucking her. I said that I could cope with you, but this thing was tougher.’
‘and he said..’
‘and he said that i could lump it or leave it. But Emily was going away on holiday with him, that he did expect me to encourage her to enjoy the holiday and that he had spoken to you about it’
‘Ah…its the last bit isn’t it. That I have approved of Duncan taking her away on holiday and fucking her.’
‘I suppose so..’
‘But you’re missing the point here James. You’ve clawed your way through one transition, to surrendering Emily to me, but you haven’t yet to surrendering her to the cuckold mistress lifestyle.’
‘I don’t follow, look please Jezz…’
‘I mean that your mistress will lie with other men, that she will enjoy sex as a pleasant pastime, one that is always with men in her own class.’
‘I coped with the party..’
‘You did…and because you see CC as a mate of mine. You see him as a stud. But its different with Duncan isn’t it. Go on..tell me..’
‘Hmmn, he is my boss at work. Its humiliating’
‘You will learn a lot more about humiliation my friend, Emily has barely started.’
‘Its because…well because he has money and I don’t-leastways not a pile of it.’
‘Emily likes being spoilt, she likes material things. She likes the class of the guy- do you understand?’
‘yes’
‘and you’re used to being outclassed at sex. So now you get used to being outclassed in career as well. You don’t think Emily would sleep with one of your peers or your subordinates do you?’
‘I don’t exactly have subordinates’
‘Exactly my friend…Emily choses the best.’
‘What do I do now?’
‘Well, you ring Duncan and go and say sorry. Ask some practical things about when they plan to go away. Say you will accept things nice and quietly.’
‘All of that!’
‘Yes…all of that.’
‘He may have telephoned my mistress’
‘He may have. Better pray that he hasn’t. Better pray that he understands your first reaction isn’t necessarily the final one. You go and thank him for dating your mistress. You say mistress alright? This isn’t a game James. Yiou can’t pretend anymore that this is a complete duress thing for you. You tell me and you must tell him, that you are used to being pit down by Emily.’
‘Yes…OK, I suppose.’
‘then you take another breath and you remember what i have said before. Understand that you aren’t meant to compete as a male. You are Emily’s lap dog. Think of ways to please her as regards what she does want you to do..’
‘Such as…?’
‘Don’t be stupid James…you’ve got a better brain than that!’
‘Well…I fucking well don’t know Jezz. I fucking well feel useless. Emily gets all she needs with you and him.’
‘Get a stud or something, surprise her, do something that shows how devoted you are.’
‘A fucking stud…but you’re the fucking stud!’
‘I mean in your tongue…’ [Dear God- I shouldn’t have said that. I wouldn’t have had i not blogged what I did to you lot this morning. i rush on..] ‘Forget I said that, just catch your breath, calm yourself and tonight say that Duncan instructed you as regards the summer and that you will of course co-operate.’ [Will he? I haven’t a clue. Emily is out with Mags. Perhaps he might. Perhaps Duncan didn’t ring to express his annoyance or if he did he tried just the land line. Who knows.]

‘This is doing my head in right now. I can’t get the scale of it all. Its so fast, so fast Jezz’
‘I agree [and I do. The stuff going down since Christmas is crazy. They took over a year to get to that point and now its the winter Olympic ski jump. Emily is soaring]. Not tonight, but another night this week, request a honest one to one. Assure her of your devotion and then ask to be kept closer in to the decisions. Ask her to tell you where things are going.’
‘You tell me that. You tell me that we are going to start a set. That you will be alpha and that men like me will be beta.’
‘I tell you yes…but you need to hear it from Emily. This is what she wants too. That’s what you’re wrestling with, the social side of it all. Being outclassed in a quiet bedroom is one thing, being her pet in public…well we all know that this takes time.’
‘You’re right…thank you.’
‘Good…now get back on the phone. Sweet talk Duncan’s secretary for a 10 minute slot and say you’re grateful. If you need to confess a bit, about what you are, do that too. He wants things nice and snug as much as you do. He will listen even if he does think you the saddest soul under the sun.’
‘OK’
‘OK James. Bye.’

What do I say? I knew that this was coming. It was a turn on. I knew that humiliation is deep seated between Emily and James, it is their thing. But there is indeed a pace and scope to all this stuff. This hit James like an avalanche. I orchestrated this in some part so I will too help him get over it. If we need to ease back someway then we will. In all these months James has never had to use the safe word. I don’t intend that he will feel the need to now. The party was a buzz for him, a surprisjngly big buzz. Someday Duncan will be present at such parties. This is what we must work on..gently, incrementally.
Jezz

Telephone summary(with Emily)
I decide to do some damage limitation.

‘Hi babes! How is the shopping going?’
‘Expensively! But its a good investment…you wait and see. Come by this evening and Mags will show you her new things’
‘Sounds great! Look, have you had a call from Duncan?’
‘No’
‘Well, if he rings I want you to be ultra cool, ultra relaxed about things.Duncan told James about the holiday and James lost it momentarily..’
‘He didn’t answer Duncan back dud he?’
‘No…nothing that strong. He expressed his frustration for a second. But he’s going back to thank Duncan for taking you on holiday.’
‘He’d better Jezz…I’m so…’
‘cross. I know. But trust me, this time you need to pace it a bit. You need to cut James some slack regarding how hard he has to work. So you’re going to be relaxed right? If Duncan doesn’t ring you saying dark things later, you’re going to know that he made James roll over, but with a yelp. OK?’
‘Alright…but tell me if things change. He talks to you about things.’
‘I want him to talk to you later too. I want him to tell you about his frets and I want you to soothe those a little. I’m not asking you to take the discipline off, I need you to just reassure him about how much you love what he does too.’
‘Alright darling. He rang you I suppose?’
‘yes, but that doesn’t matter, that doesn’t matter at all, OK?’
‘Yes, that seems fine then. We’ll see you tonight, alright?’
“Yep- bye’.

I end the call. Sometimes you need to think fast and to help some. When you let a third party impart news like this you clearly need to help a lot. I underestimated that. I’m bloody stupid sometimes. Let me state this here and now- I am bloody stupid on occasions.

From Emily
To Jezz

Panic not my darling man. Duncan just rang to say that he has told James about the holiday, that he squirmed at first but has since been back to acknowledge that this is a good idea. James apparently apologised profusely about is momentary loss of control. Duncan forgave him but he wanted James to show it clearly over the next month just how eager he is that I go away and enjoy my spell in the sun. Duncan is pretty relaxed about this, he’s slowly fathoming what it might be like for a cuck. I took the opportunity to ask him if he knew about any job vacancies that were coming up at their place. I reasoned that if CC is serious about Mags then he will want be to closer so that he can service her. I’ll let you know what transpires.

Meantime though- you’re right Jezz. Perhaps I underestimated what party plus this news meant for James. I’m going to be a kitten with him after you’ve left tonight.

Don’t be cross with me-I’ve spent loads on Mags. Friday turned it for me. I really want a friend as well as a maid in our circle. She is going to blow your mind when you see her! Tonight you can look, but you mustn’t fuck her. I want her excitement to build for Tuesday and then the date with David.

Emxx

To Jezz
From James

Went back as you said I should Jezz and apologised. He was more gracious than you’d expect. He apologised to me, for being so brisk about things. I knew that people were talking about the girl in the new Porsche who had been visiting his place. He said, ‘its going to come out that I’m fucking your wife. You might have to be transferred to a different division and a new manager. I’m not giving her up’. I told him that he didn’t have to. It was something she deserved and i needed. Sweet relief…I said that and he didn’t laugh. He then said that the holiday would be discrete though. The friends they would see weren’t from our workplace. He was pretty decent. Then he seemed to think that he was going too soft on me so he said, ‘I don’t want you fucking her do you hear?’ I nodded and said that Emily never allowed me to fuck her. He said good.

Jezz- about the stud, I’m going to investigate that. I need to be good at oral. I don’t know why i didn’t think of it. Sorry I flapped on the phone.
James

[shit. Does he know how painful that can be? Still, I feel relieved too. I feel very relieved.]

Dear God,

Mags looks splendid. The girls giggle and I sit in the lounge and watch a catwalk show. There are four or five outfits, all very sophisticated and tasteful. This must have cost Em a few thousand pounds and it signals her complete conviction about what we are working towards. What can I say, designer pencil skirts, a very tasteful black leather dress, top of the range jodphurs and other casual wear that make the best of Mags lovely figure. There are black basques and lacy underwear, new boots and high heeled shoes. Mags is wearing a new Cartier Divan watch on dark burgundy red leather strap. It is exquisite stuff! James serves drinks and nibbles. He is on some kind of high, admitting that his mother is a sex queen. He must be riding relief from the day or something! I ask Emily whether he was a problem after she got home and she smiles.

‘No sweetness- I took him out of his cage and wanked him off for being such a good boy with Duncan. I made him spurt over my pussy and then had him lick it up.’
‘Did he like it then?’I smile.
Emily shoots me a silly boy smile. Of course he liked it. He loved it and started garbling and fantasising about the holiday. Duncan should be inside her morning, noon and night! ‘But that’s alright isn’t it sweetie…better his dick than your tiny windy.’

Today had a wobble in the middle. There was James’ little interlude and then a moment’s doubt for yours truly. But it ending on a high. James looks the happy servant he really does.It is as if he has decided something at last. It is as if he has found his vocation.

After the catwalk show, Mags insists on cooking supper. She is a very happy and a spoilt girl.

In front of the fire, on the rug, Emily, James and I lie in a dishevelled triangle. Have you ever lain on the floor of a forest and looked up at the swaying trees? Have you lain on a lawn and stared up a night sky full of stars? Well, this was a bit like that. Content and idle, relaxed and very close in together. James is gently sucking his mistress’s sex. He opens his lips, captures her lips between them and sucks then gently in a rolling motion. Emily has told me before that this is mildly arousing. Its not full on and James uses it to express affection and submission. He is doing it now whilst Emily plays with my erection and she and I kiss.

‘So what is that crack in the ceiling?’
We stare up and I insist that it is some crazy kind of insect, with one leg protruding forward.
Emily giggles…
‘No…its a James insect with his tongue sticking out!’
Below James protests with a rumbling ‘hey’
‘Don’t worry, ‘ Emily soothes, “i haven’t forgotten you’re down there!’
‘Are YOU going to be jealous whilst I’m away with Duncan?’ Emily is teasing and her eyes search mine playfully.
‘No way…I’m going to be busy with Mags training. She’s going to get lots of support!’
Emily pulls her frowny face. She wanted me to respond in the affirmative.
‘I want you to be jealous. I want you to fuck me raw when I get back!’ she announced.
‘He fucks you gentle, I fuck you hard, that is how it is and how it will be’
We kiss tenderly and she strokes my balls.
‘I want you to fuck me..’
I kiss her deeper now, searching with my tongue.
‘James….’ Em’s fingers usher James mouth in the right direction, ‘suck Jezz ready.’
I feel James’ mouth encase my cock. Sometimes it disgusts me, sometimes it makes me feel brutal and arrogant and sometimes, this time, it just seems plain relaxed. He sucks on my glans and Emily opens her sex lips and starts to gently masturbate.
Her perfume is heady. I can smell her excitement. She pushes her sticky fingers towards James and he licks those too.
‘Now hold my sex open…and guide Jezz’s cock inside’ she whispers gently.
James eagerly complies. He parts her labia and with a practised hand guides my glans up to her pulsing hole.
There…in it goes, gliding on our arousal, causing his mistress to emit the sweetest little gasp. I am full in her to the hilt. She takes thick cock well now.
I direct James to his mistress’s tits and he starts to suck her nipples. She strokes his hair as he does so.
Lying side ways on its hard to drive her, but this time that doesn’t matter. Its going to be a lazy, easy fuck with full on assistance from her husband.
Emily is so ready for this and she climaxes almost immediately. James is latched on to a nipple and she writhes against his hook.
I ejaculate inside her, my balls clenching and shooting the load. She searches for James mouth now and as I inseminate her, she kisses him…wantonly.
‘Good boy…oh God…good boy, see how much bigger he is?’
James can see. James knows.

From Mags
To James
cc Jezz and Emily

James, good morning. Please pick me up at 6 pm this evening-make sure that you are very prompt. I want some Brahms on the CD player down to Brighton, please have a selection ready. I don’t want to talk with you so please don’t plead. You will take me direct to CC’s flat and wait in the car. Remember what Jezz has taught you about car etiquette, getting the door etc. You must bring some food and a sleeping bag. You might have to sleep in the car overnight.

Our restaurant table is booked for 9 pm so be sure to have the car warmed and ready. You will address CC as Sir and me as M’am. Don’t slip on that detail, be good. After the meal we will return to CC’s place. Remember your manners and i will tell Emily how well you did.

Mags

From Emily
To Jezz

Darling I am looking forward to meeting up with you and Duncan this evening. Being with you both together for a drink will be such a turn on. I know that this will go well, Duncan is a very sweet guy. He’s my big bear. I know he has been reading about cucking, so he does understand what is meant by the fact that you own James and I. He knows that you share me with him as part of something rather bigger.

I’ve sent James off to work today with the message that he must treat Mags as his mistress this evening. Did you see her stern email- so sexy wasn’t it. Bet she wasn’t that correct with him when he was a kid!

After our drinks I’m spending the night with Duncan as you know, but I don’t want to forget something before then. Last night, when I wanked James off he produced only a little spunk from his winky. The orgasm was intense though, he clearly needed it. It was the full monty. I started to wonder whether the mix of denial, oral sex and seeing you fill me is having a psychological effect? I wonder whether we have started to shut down James’ spunk production altogether! It would be so sexy if we have! There would be no chance then that he could father a child could he! He would have to ask you to put me in the family way! Sorry, I am a tease aren’t I. Still, if you know about this stuff do let me know. It was just something that I noticed!

Last thing- Duncan says that there is a senior sales executive job coming up at his firm this summer and he wonders whether CC learns quick about products and has charm out there in the marketplace? He certainly has charm doesn’t he! Its such a heady thought too, CC working at the company with James. He would be another alpha male there to control my cuck! Anyway, let me know what you think.

Lots of lust…Emxx

Have I blogged on this somewhere before-maybe. But it is lunchtime and I thought I’d muse about what Emily has noticed. Its something that other hot wives I have been with have commented on before. Once the bull starts to get complete control of the sex life, then cuck starts to dry up. Don’t get me wrong, there is always prostatic fluid there but it is thin, the volume may be low and the spunk, well it is pretty poor looking.I’m not reporting science now, I’m sharing speculations, but these are born of a few experiences. They are a start point and readers of this thread can offer their ideas too. But this is what I plan to rehearse with Emily- albeit not in bullet point terms!

Point 1, spunk production isn’t a static thing and it is produced in response to opportunity and stimulus. It is also produced in response to competition. The talk about sperm wars seems credible to me, how one man tries to ensure that a woman has his sperm inside her most of the time and how her body starts to accommodate it over another’s so conception is easier. What follows from this is that at least pro temp a cuck’s spunk production might actually increase when a bull starts seeing his wife. He is rising to the competition, But soon enough, the number of negative stimuli (disparaging comments on the part of the woman, seeing her taken so much better by another man, having him suck cock) all start to outweigh that competition driver. It becomes more apt to conserve what is possible and of course not to put yourself through so much angst by competing. So after an initial rally (my theory) cuck spunk levels fall rapidly away.

Point 2, denial adds to the spunk deficit because the limited opportunities to ejaculate provide a feedback mechanism to the testicles, saying look, I can’t discharge this, so don’t produce it. Ejaculate volume drops, especially if a lady keeps her cuck locked up a lot of the time. Certainly Emily has James locked up lots. He is more a pet rather than a partner in that regard. I know sperm can be reabsorbed in the testes, but the point remains true-you don’t put pressure in the system greater than there is the opportunity for release.

Point 3 (and i feel convinced of this one) eating pussy helps to depress spunk production. This is why I like Emily making James lick her out. When he tastes and breathes in that scent, there is a negative feedback mechanism that says ‘sexually mate, you are worthless’. The whole thing is reinforced if he is licking up another guy’s semen. Perhaps there is something in swallowing that too which suppresses cucky’s sperm production. Anyway, I note that weaning the guy off cock sex, increasing cunnilingus seems to coincide with cuck spunk reduction. Its as if the female body and mind are working as one to facilitate mate selection. OK this guy is still close in, but he’s not really a mate. Its the big guy who inseminates me. I certainly notice that I spunk more and harder when there remains a little competition. That might be an excellent reason to promote Duncan. It might be a good reason for partying and sharing your girl. I want to have won, but physiologically I need a bit of a chase too.

So I guess I will say that we are slowly switching James off-in terms of ejaculate. We’re turning him back to oral, something that can be equally erotic. The better the guy licks the more he sinks and the more he sinks the less of a worry he is as regards competing for my girl. Its as brutal as that.
Jezz

Before I drive over to the gastropub to meet Duncan James reports in. He has delivered Mags to CC’s place on time. I asked how she dressed and it was the slate grey leather pencil skirt, short cropped matching leather jacket and high heeled shoes. Her grooming and makeup were according to James ‘immaculate’. When he contacted me he was sitting outside in the car and thinking about that tongue stud thing. He is having second thoughts. They are bars not studs and they go through the full thickness of your tongue. I can almost hear him wincing on the phone. I ask him about Friday night and about when CC was fucking Mags on top of him. Did he want to lick her pussy? You can hear him choke on that. Let’s be clear, I’m not encouraging incest or any such thing. But i am interested in whether he is learning the urge. That is to lick pussy when another guy fucks a lady. He admits that he struggled. Mags is so beautiful AND is Mom. But yes, the urge was there, seeing CC’s black cock plough her beautiful cunt. James is sinking then, into instinctive licks. Emily is doing a fine job. Its not a planned conversation this, the association between that tongue bar and what he finds an urgent need to do. But i will leave him to ponder that thought seed.

Duncan is surprisingly as I expected him, greying around the temples, big framed, big hands, but certainly not gone to seed. He wears a sports jacket and slacks and he looks very comfortable with himself. I can see why Emily enjoys fucking the guy. The thought of my girl evoking so much lust, that he grunts and groans as he writhes on top, driving his dick into her divine sex is appealing. I glimpse myself now, what excites and intrigues. I’ve haven’t studied this before, but I like the idea of Emily taking physically big men like Duncan- men who she can control using her pussy. A bull may share his girl for a variety of reasons, to show off what he has, to return a favour, but this is a bit different. I will share Emily with Duncan because i am fascinated by the magic she might weave in his head. She is Bonny and I am Clyde and right now we stand outside the rules.

‘Jezz?’
‘Yes..Duncan I presume?’
‘Yes’
We shake hands and he orders me a drink.
He insists that he has heard loads about me. Emily is always singing my praises.
I am surprised and say so. I thought that Em would keep things more separate for them.
‘Oh the lady is loyal alright, she is superb when we have company, but after she told me about you, she said that you were her number one man.’
‘Thanks. Emily is one in a million. You comfortable with that…me owning the lady?’
‘Yes…it took me a while to grasp this stuff…but yes. As I said on the phone…I’m not about to try and compete in the sack. She has made it plain that you are the boss.’
‘That’s cool…good. I know Emily loves being with you too. I want that, as part of her lifestyle development. But if you mess her around, if you try to compete with me, I will take her off you.’

[Candidly I have no idea at this moment whether I can pull that threat off if we came to a contest. I am not 100% sure that emily would give up her life with Duncan. But you play your cards with conviction].

‘Understood Jezz. Yes, that’s understood. The James thing, how long as that been going on?’
‘I guess over a year now. Emily has worn the pants in some regard since they have been married. But around a year back they talked about the lifestyle.’
‘and you have been with Emily…well how long?’
‘Perhaps six months now. Lots of questions?’
‘Forgive me…I want to be sensitive…but I need to understand how it all works.’
‘Basically Emily dominates James because he needs it and what she shares with me, and with you Duncan, feeds into that too.’
‘I gathered that’
‘You like putting her husband down?’
‘I hadn’t thought so much about it at first…but there is a frisson about it, yes’
‘Well that is big for Emily. The more you put him down the more she likes it. You have to rub his nose in the dirt. But before you do that you need to learn from Em what his safe word is.’
‘OK- thank you.’

I suggest that to allay his anxieties that we should talk etiquette. i know full well that he has a certain image to uphold in his circle. Emily is his mistress, his conquest and he doesn’t want to look a weakling, having sloppy seconds after me. There will come a day soon enough, when some of his friends, I guess the wordily Annette understands much more.

‘When I’m at your place, when I’m with those friends Duncan I will be the fond friend- she is your girl. Emily wants that too, to be on your arm. But when we are in our places, when we party our way, you defer to me right?’
‘Yes…understood, thank you Jezz.’
‘You will watch me fuck her and you will lick her out’
‘Yes’
‘But I’m not making you a James. You are her beau, not her bitch. You bring other things to the mix, your status and style, so that keeps you alpha. You will always lord it over James, OK?’
‘Thank you’
‘A warning though my friend, she is head strong. If you get too soft on her, she will rule you. She will bitch you. Just be warned.’
Duncan nods..
‘I’ve seen how self assured she is. Thank you for the caution.’

Our conversation ambles on. He likes rugby and rowing, he likes seafood and burgundy wine. He is fluent in French and yes he likes the continental lifestyle- the notion there that you can take a lover and that everyone is polite and discrete about it. His ex was a bitch of the wrong order and he admits that put him off remarrying. Friends wonder whether Emily js ‘the one’ and he feels flattered. But he knows the rules and he will insist on a more bohemian, a Parisien take on things.

When Emily joins us she is wearing a sleek black cocktail dress, back seamed stockings and her stilettos. The pearls about her throat are very reserved, very cultured. Her Cartier is on her wrist and the perfume is suggestive rather than heavy. I smile because she seems a little nervous, glancing around for faces that she might know. When have i ever seen her like this? Perhaps never! But its the right stance now. She is, for the first time, with both her lovers and she doesn’t know what we have said.

Duncan kisses her in the cheek, tells her that she looks ‘utterly beguiling’ and suggests that we go through to the restaurant. He explains that ‘Jezz will chose the wines my love, I’m deferring to him on all matters of taste’. It’s delicate. Oh so delicate. But through those words he signals that we have found an accord. I am boss and he is my side kick when it comes to Emily.

The meal is convivial, the restaurant busy. I watch Emily start to relax, reporting her day. She says that Mags has telephoned her a little earlier. The Brighton restaurant is lovely, the company brilliant and well, the driver was impeccably behaved. Duncan half guesses that this might be sexual, but he sips his wine and doesn’t ask. The man has decorum.

When Duncan later excuses himself for a relief of nature visit, Emily shoots me the questions glance.
‘He’s lovely babe, respectful and straight forward and he worships the ground you walk on.’
‘Thank god…you like him.’
‘Like him lots babe. He will be well behaved too.’
‘Are you going to fuck me in from of him…?’
I laugh.
‘Not yet…not tonight. I want you to fuck his lights out tonight. I want him to want you like there is no tomorrow.’
Emily smiles shyly the observation waiting tip toe on her lips.
‘Yes…in the long term, I want him panting at your heels. He’s nice, really good company, but physically he’s probably not there is he. So long term, yeah, I want him to your kitten heel.’
‘And the delay is because…?’ She takes my hand. It is as if she guesses the response.
‘Because I want you to enjoy the lifestyle….because I want him to want to worship you.’
We kiss and she whispers.
‘You have such a dirty, dirty mind.’
‘And so…?
‘And so I adore it.’

Duncan returns and we order dessert. His real desserts are yet to come. Tonight, the magic is being woven in Brighton and here and I am in awe of these women. But I am ruthless too. I press down the doubts. If we are to live the lifestyle, then it must be with conviction. It is time to excuse myself and leave them to their coffee and liqueur. I kiss Emily on the mouth as I leave. Its a small but important point.

After leaving the gastropub I decide to give James a call on his mobile. My motives- support, voyeurism to hear about what Mags is up to, to keep James in that state he both needs and loathes- yes, all of those things. If i have orchestrated tonights events then I am not controlling them. Mags and CC, Emily and Duncan now are. I opened the start gate- facilitated, what ever you want to call it. But remember if you are a cuck, then this assertiveness, this willingness to take charge is what your wife likes in a bull. You don’t provide that right? You wait on, ask permission, consult, such nice things. But sometimes even the considerate bull pushes the agenda. Its what we do.

‘Where are you?’
‘In the car…outside the restaurant Jezz.’
‘You tired?’
‘Yes…and will be some more soon enough’
‘Your mistress inside with her man?’
‘Yes’
‘How she seem?’
‘Vivacious…she lights up with him Jezz.’
‘You like the thought of her being black owned?’
‘Well….’
‘Go on…from the sex point of view, not as Mom’
‘OK, yes. He has an attitude with her and it makes her spark’
‘What attitude?’
‘Like he knows how to make her cream herself. Its that earth arrogance.’
‘well he has just fucked her right…he does that fine, you’ve seen’
‘I know…but it’s a cocky confidence. Its ugly, ego ridden, I don’t know…but she loves it.’
‘I agree man…she does. You think she will handle a cuck husband well?’
(James laughs)
‘She will…I promise you.’
‘How’s it now…looking on with the ladies?’
‘Fucking fine and fucking terrible…’
‘Emily got you locked up tonight?’
‘Yeah’.
‘But aren’t beautiful women great, when their with their peers James?’
‘Games Jezz? You winding me up?’
‘Yeah…I am, sorry man. Bit tired now, had a drink you know’
‘You with Emily tonight?’
‘No…I gave her to Duncan, She’s over at his place. I guess she will be out if you get back tonight.’
‘Oh. Probably won’t get back tonight.’
‘Might be better, you think?’
‘Yes’.

I meet up with my master furniture maker at Emily’s house 3pm sharp. Her appointments often finish early on a Wednesday and the Porsche is on the drive. So is James’s car. I wonder how long he was up last night, waiting whilst Mags and CC fucked? My guess is that the little weasel called in sick today. He was suffering a migraine or something. I pay Paul his fee and a sizeable tip as the chair is perfect. It is fitted out along the back with a leather padded ridge for Emily to rest against. The wood is polished to perfection and the kneeling pad added. It is easy to unhook this and store it separately if needs be, if Emily and James are entertaining less liberal friends shall we say!

My girl comes out and literally strokes the chair all over. She is very enthusiastic. It is indeed a lovely crafted item. We take it into the kitchen and place it next to the breakfast bar. It could indeed just seem like a high stool there. It is the right height. Paul shakes our hands and as he is about to slip away James comes down still groggy from sleep. He is in a satin bathrobe, but looks unkempt.

‘Paul…this is my husband James’.
James nods. Paul glances in my direction and I smile quietly. The master builder is not a fool.

When Paul has left Emily says brightly,’ shall we try it out James…you do like it don’t you.’
Quickly she positions herself up on the seat and she hitches up the full skirt of her chambray dress. You have to picture a country and western singer or some such, my girl is in relaxed and folksy mode. There, against the backdrop of baby blue linen is my girl’s bare sex, her curly hair pert and fresh and her red nails, prying downwards and pulling her sex lips open. There it is…the peachy moist interior that Duncan has been driving into all night. I half expect to see his jizz trickling out but Emily has showered. She has been to work today.

‘Please guys, it was the wee small hour when I got back. Mags partied at a club with CC after the meal.’

Its so annoying when he starts to whine. I hate that. It makes him look old, and ugly and stupid and ungrateful.

I grab his ear and with just a little twist bring his mouth to bear. James drops onto the kneeler and there it is, the perfect tableaux- mistress pussy bared for supplicant to lick.

His first licks are hesitant. The little shit is resisting because he is tired.
‘Lick her cunt man or you stay in the spiky cage for a month’

I watch. He reverently sucks her clitty into his mouth and he starts to suckle on it. That’s better. He is soon making those sweet little sucking noises. Its the sort of noise I guess you would hear in a pig sty when all the piglets are chowing down. Emily likes the noise of it, the dirty, disgusting sound of her husband submitting to what she rules him with.

She holds her mouth up to me and we kiss.

‘Thankyou darling…it is utterly perfect!’

I aren’t in the mood for shit face James to try and slide out of this. He might try and have Em finish early by working her button. Well, so be it. If he brings her off too soon and she wants a break, then I’ll have him kneeling there still. I handcuff his wrists to the chair legs. There, he is locked in place.

Nice…the sex scents have got him now. She has won…again. He will contentedly nuzzle and lick now, grateful for whatever she allows. She strokes his hair, sensing that their bond is re-established. He is doing what he needs now, she is letting him.

‘How were things with Duncan afterwards?’
‘God, what did you say to him…he wanted it all night long. He was getting really masculine!’
I chuckle. It doesn’t surprise me. I had cut the man a piece of territory. I had signalled what worked in my terms.

‘James please! Lick nicely!’ she cuffs him playfully about the ear.

‘He said that he would send me the job description…oh…the job description for CC to look at.’
‘I really hope things go that road babes…I haven’t heard from Mags or CC, but I suspect that last night was a success. We’d have heard by now if there were tears before bedtime.’

Emily and I kiss. James is looking up like a nice little supplicant. I push open her dress and start to play with her nipples. They are bloody hard. I love her tits with a stalk on top.

‘I’m going to fuck you…you are so fucking hot’ I mouth.
She nods and kisses me back.
‘What about James?’
‘Oh…he can remain at prayer don’t you think?’
‘Alright.’

Emily alights from the chair, swinging a shapely leg over the head of her husband. We stroll to the stairs. James seems fascinated by the seat of the chair, and then I realise what it is. He is concentrating on a little smear of juice. My guess is that once we have retired he will lap it up. Could he follow us, could he cut up rough? Well no, waltzing about the place holding a chair would be crazy. If he damages it then I will damage him and he knows it.

The boudoir sex is crazy. I’m not into bondage per se but the idea of James downstairs cuddling the chair whilst i cuddle his missus is startlingly erotic. Emily is greedy too, aroused from last night with her time with Duncan. He has risen to the challenge. He has fucked her harder than ever before. His need for her has grown and she loves it. He asked her when they finished their fucking. ‘Do you fake orgasms with me?’ It was said with humility rather than ire. He had just cum like crazy and they were both panting. Her truthful answer was no, I don’t. What she didn’t say was that she was fantasising about us as did climax with him though. ‘I have this ability to blank the guy out of my head and to use his cock to feel dirty about you!’ That’s a bit dangerous I suggest, what if she calls out the wrong name. Emily giggles. ‘He’s not that good darling…I keep it to groaning with Dunc.’

Our blood is up and the coupling is noisy. Downstairs James will be waiting. Waiting to lick out my creamy mess.

Afterwards, pillow talk and in whispers…

‘Annette is having an affair’ Emily smiles conspiratorially. Powder room secrets are normally just for the girls-but we are close, very very close.
‘Didn’t she have an affair before…didn’t he forgive her’
‘Yes…he’s a lovely husband…but this time she is sure…he won’t.’
‘May I ask why?”
Emily giggles, ‘because Leon is black. Because she has got the black superiority kick and because the shame will wreck her husband this time.’
‘Is Leon a bull?’
‘No…I don’t think so…I think he’s a chancer, that’s all.’
‘So what is Annette thinking of doing?’
‘She’s thinking of leaving him and going to live with Leon’
‘That ain’t wise is it. You know what i think on these things. So much shit, so much misery. Better for them to work out an accommodation. Her husband has before.’
‘But I think Leon has her by the heart and he’s not sensible enough to read this stuff’
‘So she is putting it on a plate for the guy, fucking at every opportunity?’
‘Pretty much. She thinks that I am unshockable. She sees me as a sounding board.’
‘Leon well off?’
‘No…save in the cock department. She did tell me that! He is younger than her husband. She laughed and admitted she feels like a cougar.’
‘You know the answer then..’
‘Ask Leon to come and chat to you’
‘Fuck no. He doesn’t sound a candidate, for bull or husbandhood. He sounds like a guy with a brain in his dick and no place else.’
‘So the answer is no…?’
‘Firmly no Em. I mean it too. This isn’t a cutely please Jezz man thing either. You might like Annette, but we aren’t getting drawn in with Leon.’
‘Sorry… you’re right. It wouldn’t work and it could get very messy.’
‘More than messy. It could affect what we’re doing. I think that she should loose Leon, let things settle and then later, maybe, you tell her about our lifestyle. You see if she wants to become a sister.’
‘Do you think her husband would bend to that?’
‘I don’t know…but she has cucked him before. Doing it again via cheat alley won’t do it for the guy. I think you should be a wise girlfriend.’

Downstairs we hear the scrape of the chair on the stone floor. Perhaps James needs a leak…perhaps he needs a lick.

‘I shouldn’t keep him waiting should I?!’ Emily is instantly back into tease mode.
‘You shouldn’t!’

Emily goes down ahead of me dressed only in a silk wrap. by the time I go down and say good-bye James is nuzzling away again. The chair is going to get a lot of use.

CHEATING CUCK ENTRY

Not sure whether any cuck followers of Luvr’s blog have arrived in their lifestyle after accepting that their wife has taken a lover before consultation. I guess it can be sexy for a girl to have it confirmed that her husband will roll over for anything and that all is well in her arrangement. But it seems a risky strategy to me and I raise cautions. First off, this seems like bump start cucking. There is a pretty fair chance that her husband isn’t an instinctive cuck and then war breaks out. If in shock he encourages his wife to go on seeing her lover there can be a backwash as he realises the shame of this-that he has been made to a look a fool. Equally possible is the course that the wife develops an acute case of disgust for a husband who never fought his corner. She wanted him to resist, even if only a little bit, until he could be trained to play second string on her bow. In my experience the cuck in shock can collapse, simply accepting anything and everything she does. That is then a trigger to her contempt for the guy and she leaves him. Interestingly I have met a few divorcee guys who then make possible cucks later on. They have had time to dwell on how sexy this feels. But in the meantime, she has walked. He didn’t handle her version of the mating game. Things to think about anyway…
Jezz

Just had a chat this morning with Mags. I really love this woman-she is warm and sexy and her discovery of her nature after a confusing time back with Andreas and her ex husband is something to behold. If my blood boils with lust four Emily, it simmers along warm and content for Mags. I am very fond of her-and protective too. She will make the ideal mature bitch and i use the b word as a compliment. I know that it is used in a derogatory sense in most people’s lips-but not mine. A bitch is a woman who respects and lives honestly with her instincts, How many times have I said to a potential cuck, ‘I will want your wife to become a bitch’ and they haven’t understood. Its always been seen in just the acute and delicious pain of humiliation. They haven’t seen it as an instinct, a state, a way of thinking and being. For them it was just an act-something they could ask her to switch off after the fucking. They would never make it through to the lifestyle as James is doing. He knows what a bitch is and understands how you must live with one.

Anyway-back to the chat with Mags. The evening out with CC went superbly well. I am so pleased and tell her so on the phone. ‘You are so lovely Jezz…you are horny, dirty, direct, but so caring’. Apparently this combination is meant to be quite impossible. May be it is-my darker side is very selfish and hedonistic. Mags and CC had dinner (lobster), and afterwards went to a club. The fucking with CC was frankly brutal. He really fucks in what Mags calls a ‘military conquest’ style and she loves it. Provoking that much lust in a man really stirs it up for her. CC wants to come off the sheath and to fuck her bareback. He wants her as ‘his woman’ and he frankly tells her that he has already told two wives that he has been servicing occasionally that their thing is coming to an end. He knows what this means. he knows about our circle and that he will have to get checked out medically. If he comes off the sheath, I will insist that Mags is his only girl. He will have to be prepared to own her and any husband that she picks up in the future.

I guess this is as near as it gets to a proposal in our lifestyle, but it has thrilled Mags. She explains that CC has a brother who lives up near us with whom he can stay and there must be some work that he can do in London. He is ready to move location, to change his job, to be attentive often in order to get inside the knickers of my beautiful and oh so poised mature girl.

‘You want that babe?’
‘Yes…very much.’
‘You think CC is ready to be part of what we all do?’
‘He is…I thought he was so good at the party…you saw him with James…and, with Emily’

Hell I am thrilled. How long have I known CC? Five years? may be more. But he has been a randy bastard with the women. He has bedded a few and left them obsessed with him. That’s an aphrodisiac. Is he ready to be close in and work for what we want together…? Mags has only seen the guy a few times, so is the chemistry real?

‘Jezz…I want you to talk it over with Emily. I haven’t said yes yet, but he knows how excited I was when we talked. Please talk to Emily and see if she would like this’
‘Yeah, sure babe. Now you ready for tonight and your man Dave/’
‘Yes…yes I am. I know that i have other needs…I know why i am with CC and why I want a man for something else.’
‘Good’.

I haven’t talked about what Em has been sounding out with Duncan- the job. But I know that she will see this as a different kettle of fish. CC is no fucking Leon after all.

Across the pond you’ve had the snow this winter yes? Here in the UK, its been wet, and dark, and wet some more. The average Brit, at least in the south has a nice set of webbed feet these days. So this morning, watching the sun rise on an azure blue sky makes a welcome change. The quality of the light on a winter’s morning is different, buttery yellow, painting the silver birch so they shine.

Last night I did my trailing detective act. Mags met David in London’s hay market and they walked to a nearby restaurant. It was an easy follow and afterwards Mags told me how sexy that felt. She fantasised that I was jealous lover and I was watching her. The girl has lust and subterfuge on the brain. She has a deliciously rich imagination. I went up to London with Mags on the train. Dressed in the figure hugging leather black dress and high heels, the stockings, pearls and Cartier got her noticed. It was amusing to see the men on the train casting furtive glances her way. Her perfume was hypnotic, really deep and attention grabbing. Mags was out on the pull. I asked her ‘does a girl get used to men looking at her and wanting sex?’ and she smiled, ‘yes they do. They take it as a compliment, not that many of the guys deserve a second glance’. There, what neat attitude. Mags is bubbling with allure and self esteem. I hope that David is ready for this!

David is a little taller than I expected but then the agency picture was only head and shoulders. He is distinguished though and has these smiling eyes and creases around the edges that suggests that he has laughed or suffered a bit in his time. It could be either. I’m nearby when he kisses and greets her, saying how incredibly smart she looks and that whether the dates go onwards between them, he really appreciates Mags having dinner with him. It’s a nice touch. If its a chat up line, then its a good one. There’s a hint of gentlemanly humility in there. Because I don’t want to make Mags nervous being really close on her shoulder, I decide to wait outside the restaurant and take a coffee from a booth. Its time to reflect on our approach here.

Truth be told I have no idea whether David will be her new husband or whether it might be one of ten or more dates that follow. You can’t tell. There is a fair chance that none of them will work. Dating agencies aren’t full proof. Even if she finds a mister charming there is no guarantee that he will cuck down in the required way. He may kick back hard. Then Mags might have to reconsider her options. My sense though is that this lady knows what she wants. She ain’t going to give up CCs cock for no man. Now that CC has showed his interest in her she is in a better position, she is looking for his assistant. Mags psychologically is black owned. I know full well that whilst she and I will continue to fuck, that Mags’ nirvana will always be black, and thick and meaty. I’ve seen women this way before, disparaging about what any white suitor might offer them. That’s why black cock scares the shit out of a lot of would be cuck fantasists.

It seems to be going well in the restaurant- Mags and David are laughing. They seem easy with themselves and i’m pleased. I wonder what David might say if he knew that last night Mags was writhing around beneath her black master? Too early though. This is a long term game and a step by step exploration. I have promised Mags that. She has my support to heat up the thing with CC. We will see about that job and we’ve said she should encourage him to check out at the clinic. Bareback will be good for her, and I will carefully check CC once in a while. What he does and who he sees. Paranoid? May be. But you see if you put your health on the line in a circle, then you have to know that others are not doing stupid things. You can’t give back AIDS as an unwanted Christmas gift. Think on it. There is nothing more serious than this. it was why I blew up about Ben. Wet sex, cream pies and the possibility of breeding are deep in the psyche of the cuckold life style. But such carries major risk, so the arrangements have to be properly handled and protected. There has to be loving trust, however odd that might seem to a vanilla sex outsider.

There are a few attractive women around, dressed in very short dresses, out in little groups, partying or teasing. Little groups of guys eye them and make quiet comments. Out on the street the mating game cycles over again. That’s it really. Once you have had a taste of that, once you’ve felt the excitement and the angst associated with getting off with someone you really desire you miss it later. Marriage with mugs of cocoa and re run films in a cosy living room has some appeal, but not sexually. I’d argue that we are pre programmed to want sex, and when we have got it to jazz it up some. Women ovulate over and over, more often than most other large mammals (yep, we’re those too). That doesn’t happen by chance. The mating game is ramped up for us. The vanilla folk can say that we are sex obsessed-too horny for our own good. Maybe. But I’m pleased to say that we accept sex for what it is, a part of us, rather than a sudden, unspoken and shocking activity that we tumble into once in a while. Perhaps we are a the libido people. Certainly women who get into the hot wife lifestyle report wanting much more sex than they uses to. Cuddle an instinct then- take precautions of sure, abuse no one, but respect what you need to do, who you are.

Desserts are served and then coffee. They have been in there over two hours-another good sign. Tough dinner dates are rushed through. This one is lingering. Mags excuses herself to go powder her nose and gives me a call on the mobile. She worries that i must be tired and or cold. I say I’m not, her happiness and safety is paramount. She says things are fine. David is lovely and yes she will see him again. She assumes nothing as regards this. The check stops are put in place. But she is pleased with the guy- you can tell that. After dinner he will take her to a jazz club. I’m free to go-Mags will tell me more later. But I am a sweet sweet man for caring so much about her. OK- I sign off. The long journey has begun. Its an investment. Mags is part of our circle.

EMILY ON THE DISCOVERY TIME

I’ve persuaded Emily to talk about the time that she and James explored the ‘dirty ideas’ of cuckolding. She is concerned that my post may be so instructional, that she is being set up as the right way to do it. I assure her that isn’t the case. All she can share are experiences, thoughts, feelings and discussions that worked in the context of their relationship. But this is still valuable. Cucking happens in the head and you can only understand that element if people will talk about it. That’s the value of a blog such as Luvr’s. Serious people talk serious things. We get beyond the taunting captions and photos.

Jezz: You started exploring this lifestyle way back before I got together with you last year didn’t you?’
Emily: ‘Yes..certainly it was at least a year before, but difficult to judge because the conversations extended over a long period of time. We didn’t have an intense month when we obsessed on the idea of someone else fucking me.’
Jezz; ‘Most blogs describe how the husband realises that he wants to try this out and has to find ways of persuading his wife to consider that. Was it like that for you?’
Emily: ‘I can see why it might come to that, if a guy had read a lot and really got hot about cucking. It could become a frantic quest for him, but it wasn’t like that for us. James had I guess been thinking fir a very long time about his sexuality. He had pondered it and fretted about it. If he read stuff and watched videos, then this was just a confirmation of what he was living with. Whilst I was being Mrs Vanilla, he was wishing, wondering, what it would be like if I fucked other guys. So James didn’t rush this and he didn’t have to, because along side his interests there were mine too. I was keenly aware that James was less masculine that i liked and that i was attracted by other men who were more assertive than he was. I noticed when they quietly pushed in front of James on things, when they insisted on getting my attention even if he was around. I liked that, it made my panties wet and I was having to realise that some men struck me as far sexier than my husband.’
Jezz: ‘You were sensitised to more masculine…more assertive behaviour…?’
Emily: ‘Yes and that wasn’t just flirting either. A fews years back James was up for promotion at work and another guy beat him to the post. James was…well…too nice.He was too relaxed and polite. he was too ‘after you’. I remember consoling James back then and wondering what it would be like to go with the guy who had beat him to the job. It was an awful thought but I had it and I remember it.’
Jezz: ‘So somehow conversations started…about sex, about what is sexy and what could happen?’
Emily: ‘Yes, occasional conversations. I think the first ones were at parties. James always seemed very interested in seeing me dress well. Of course that led to a certain sort of male flirting with me. I liked it and James did as well. Instead of sticking close he would back off a way and allow the flirtation to develop a bit. After a while James and i would meet up and talk about that. He called me a cock tease and I didn’t argue the point. I am a cock tease and I’ve always enjoyed making men want me. I like it that we have this..a power that women can use.’
Jezz: ‘Did you discuss fucking those guys?’
Emily: ‘Not at first. James was very coy to begin with. He would fantasize about me wanking them off. It was about my control over the other men.’
Jezz: ‘Do you think he was protecting his true nature, that he really wanted you to go with the other men?’
Emily: Definitely, he was terrified that I would see that as weak. He thought that I could never understand such submission. Perhaps he thought too that I would be disgusted that he was asking me to be a slut?’
Jezz: ‘But the slut thing has never been central for you guys has it. He’s not into you ride a horde at some party?’
Emily: ‘I don’t think he is- you’re right. It was always more about me dominating him…humiliating him.’
Jezz:’So how did it get onto talk about fucking another guy?’
Emily: ‘My teasing…inevitably, it was that! You’d guess wouldn’t you. If you have been fantasising about more masculine men you take your own risk and say it. ‘How would it be if one of those guys refused to be wanked off and insisted on spreading my legs? How would it be if he fucked me until I screamed?’
Jezz: ‘You had to be brave too?’
Emily: ‘Yes..of course. A woman isn’t supposed to want that. Not a married woman. She is meant to be demure and chaste isn’t she! But I did want that…and it got to a stage where i didn’t want to fantasise about me wanking a guy into my knickers. I wanted to imagine him pinning me against a wall and driving his cock inside me.’
Jezz: ‘James react OK?’
Emily: ‘You bet…(she laughs) it was like a dam burst. He started to kiss and suck my fingers. He started to suck my nipples, begging me to go on talking that way. It was my instinct that pushed his head down between my legs. i made him tongue my sex whilst I fantasised about this dark and masculine figure enjoying me.’
Jezz: Back then was the fantasy sex casual, with a mix of guys?’
Emily: ‘Why do you ask that?’
Jezz: ‘Well, its just that i think it often is. For some cucks it stays that way. The hot wife puts it about with relative strangers. The problem with that of course is risk. They fantasise about the physicality of the sex, the semen, but need to think on about risk.’
Emily: ‘Well, you’re right. It was about casual sex with other men. But that was never my thing.
Jezz: ‘Your thing?’
Emily: ‘Well you know it so well don’t you. To be with one man who is clearly better than my husband, and to fuck with others only as he directs or insofar as that accentuates my status over poor James.’
Jezz: ‘How did you get to that then?’
Emily: ‘Well….I think I said that I would only go with his superiors…yes I said that word. Of course superiors could simply be bigger. They could have better physique. But no stud is just a body with me. it was always about attitude, intelligence, arrogance…and for that i had to get to know them. i had to have a relationship with them.’
Jezz: ‘James baulk at that? I suspect that he didn’t given what i know about him today?’
Emily: ‘He didn’t baulk..but he definitely didn’t keep the conversations going as often as he had before. It was as if he was realising what this would be like for real. I would want to be with a man who dominated him.’
Jezz: ‘Did you start looking?’
Emily: ‘Yes…way back, i started flirting with Duncan! He had always complimented me on my looks. Duncan was an interest..but as he was one of James’ bosses my husband was too freaked out back then to cope with it. So..a surprise for you i guess…you have helped James accept seeing me go with a man that he was really hung up about. I found something better than Duncan in you, different and raw for sure. But I found something precious too. i found a way of assuring James that i would go on loving him even when I was sleeping with his better. That enabled Duncan to feature again later…but you know that story.’
Jezz: ‘So after Duncan…?’
Emily: ‘So after Duncan I started to see the odd other guy, always men that i knew something about and always telling James what i was doing. I wanted him signed up to the idea.’
Jezz: ‘James responded well?’
Emily: ‘James responded very well. He didn’t keep asking and prying. He seemed to sense that i must be able to fuck at leisure and he had to wait for the snippets.’
Jezz: ‘Want to ask about your emotions now, because i think this is what women wonder about before they become hotwives. What do they have to look out for?’
Emily: ‘Well disgust. You will be disgusted with your husband, because he isn’t acting like he should. he isn’t being a proper male. But i think that you have to hang on to the disgust and use it. Forget the worry that society will laugh at him…you can deal with that much later. When he comes out. Focus on the disgust about his limited masculinity. Link it honestly to what you want. Only what you want and need. If you want to fuck with an aggressive male, then why is husband’s submission a problem. Husband can do oner things whilst you fuck with your lover. Start to see this as an opportunity rather than a hindrance.’
Jezz: ‘Does James still disgust you?’
Emily: ‘Yes he does. Sexually he isn’t appealing, but he is fantastic in other ways. he is loyal and loving and attentive and generous. Men like that aren’t ten a penny. I can’t easily understand how he lets you, or Duncan or CC fuck me, I am just grateful that he does. We have never been stronger than after we realised that our needs coincided. I started to see disgust as something to be kept and used. I would use it to humiliate him, something that he needed as well.’
Jezz: ‘wow’
Emily: ‘Girls will feel other emotions too- shame that you are doing this to your husband. You shouldn’t have to fuck around right? Well, may be. But that’s either because you set your sights low, as back in mummy’s day or its because you have constrained your idea of marriage. A good marriage changes, from young years to old, before and after kids. There is no shame in change, only in failing to learn and to care.’
Jezz: ‘Any positive emotions?’
Emily: ‘Huge excitement, massive arousal. You feel younger, more energetic, more human in some essential way. You want to move on with this and keep your husband in touch with it all.’
Jezz: ‘That seems another subject for interview babes..perhaps we do that next time?’
Emily: ‘Alright…but you have to win the next time interview. I’m not some tutor you know’
Jezz: ‘I know, and neither am I’
Emily: ‘But the pussy throne is good…the pussy throne is very good jezzer man.’
Jezz: ‘Thanks!’

Hi Nigel,

I think that Emily has already made the point that she is not the tutor here and that she represents her experiences and views. She is not (I think!) saying that all hot wives should be like this. She is offering her own frank view and yes that is just one position. I have certainly known other hot wives who are less into domination and humiliation than she is. But I have met some who are more dominant too. I’ve never seen this lady knotting James’ balls or kicking him down there which you hear about and which in this blog we rightly caution against. All sorts of injuries and hurt can follow.

Disgust is a strong word and here your case that it could represent sexism in reverse is well made. I think she does use it in the frustrated sense, but yes, I think that she has a elitist view about sex and people that interest her. She puts men in a mental league table. My guess is that men still do that with women today as well. They might not say it, but many think it. Both gender do this to some degree. Ask the girls about powder room conversations and men with ‘cute asses’. But I also think that this emphasis on judgement and humiliation is part of hers and James thing. It is certainly consensual that she disparages him. I’ve seen that and he has gone nowhere near using the safe word. She certainly has views on her ideal man and sexually that isn’t James. But to say that she is disgusted with something or someone is not to preclude love. They are not mutual exclusives. Disgust can be felt and then passed on from. It is not an absolute and an ever overwhelming state. To say that she is overwhelmingly and forever disgusted with James and then to work so closely with him in the exploration of needs would be contradictory. Notice that she discusses disgust during that early stage, when she realised all that James was and offered. I’m not a psycho analyst, not even a brilliant interviewer, but I speculate that temporarily she may have been disgusted with her own arousal and enjoyment that this would allow her to dominate him. I don’t know, but I do think that we sometimes discover some deep and surprising things about ourselves when we live differently. The psychologists talk about a Johari window (roughly remembered-been a while since university). One pane of that is how we already know ourselves. The second pane concerns how others know us (could be different!). The third pane is how the self is collectively portrayed beyond (think of politicians and pop stars and fame-the created self). But the last window refers to what we don’t understand about ourselves and what others don’t either. Its not something that has been co created between us and others. Its the scary bit that might come out if you ask enough questions, explore enough ideas.

This thread is glimpses that fourth window pane. But we should recognise too that this is what happens in life sometimes anyway. Through our relationships, the deep ones, we start to learn about unforeseen selves. It can be cathartic (emotion releasing), scary as hell too. Monsters though, psychopaths don’t tend to go down here. They lack such insights and would avoid the process of exploring them too. The world is like this-and every one should behave thus. I see enough exploration in Emily (and James) to suggest that they love one another and that they are willing to peep in that window pane. One thing I am learning is that I do believe that a communal form of cuckold lifestyle is possible although incredibly difficult to build and support. But I venture that it is important IF you believe that the lifestyle is more than a fetish. It is important IF you think any talk of breeding should be responsible and see a kid born into a supportive setting where people are open with each other. I never knew how I felt about this until what Emily, James and Mags have taught me.

I guess there are silent readers of this thread. I’ve no idea whether it helps others. Its good though when other members come back with thoughts of whatever kind. it seems to me that this is part of a good blog. We debate and learn through posts. This thread could be a soap opera, one that you just jog along to. I hope its more though and that it will promote more responses- yours including my friend.

Best wishes as ever. Jezz.

Second that Nigel-female members most welcome to comment on this-indeed any member, but especially the ladies!

Not all women are meek and mild, some I guess are indeed angry as well as assertive. There are psychological tests that show women as well as men, if left in power are more willing to humiliate. There was that prison camp experiment where half of the volunteers had too play guards and the other half played prisoners. After a while each acted according to type, the guards taunting and humiliating and the prisoners acting as though they deserved it. If I remember right there were women in both groups and no gender differences emerged.
Jezz

Nigel and my recent conversation about disgust prompted a conversation with Emily. I suggested that it would be interesting to make a list of say ten requirements, that which defined a word for her. We kicked off with devotion…devotion that James is required to show.

1. Submitting to me as and when required, not just as some set play game.
James has a keen radar for my requirements these days. I often like so alfresco oral sex. He licks to order. But there are other gestures too. I sometimes have him eat things out of my hand, or kiss and suck my fingers. To feed a guy from the hand has very deep submissive connotations, its very pet dog.

2. To show submission to my sexual partners
I have James suck Jezz’s cock and I’ve required that too with CC. It will come with Duncan as well but that will take a while given our history. Eventually James will suck cock and lick pussy socially, with our alpha friends. I see the pussy throne playing a big role!

3. To freely and consciously support my lifestyle choices
Recently James has started to help me polish up my French, ready for my summer holiday with Duncan. Every phrase we practice is in preparation for my enjoyment with another guy.

4. To spoil me, signalling his submission to the lifestyle that we explore
James has limited means compared with men like Duncan, but that’s not the point, its the time and attention that he puts into finding the right gift. Case in point, after the Valentine’s Night party James presented me with a box of six bracelets, all very chic. They’re not expensive but I don’t care-they’re from him. They look great when I wear jeans and want to look casual smart.

5. To do chores (relieving hassle for me)
I don’t mean the sexual chores, down there. I mean those around the house. We imbue such chores with sexual arousal. James is in charge of all shoe and boot cleaning for example. But he cooks and washes too. He specialises in chores to do with clothes, things that he knows make me look and feel good.

6. To pass the humiliation tests
Your blog readers might not like this in me, but it is part of the deal, right. Tell them to get over it, women humiliate. Example, once in a pub when we were out with Jezz one guy we were talking to assumed that James was my beau, that we did the sexual things. How he got that impression I will never know, but in front of James I quietly corrected him. ‘Oh no, James is just my husband, Jezz fucks me.’ it certainly shocked the guy, and it left James red faced. He took it quietly with a nervous laugh. And before you ask and judge…yes it aroused me.

7. To wait patiently
I’m not a girl who assumes that all cuckold lifestyle sex should be in front of the husband. I’m almost the opposite- much of it is elsewhere. But I expect James to wait patiently, not to interrogate and to wait for the gifts of words, or licks, or creaminess.

8. To explore with me
Jezz told me that in your blog some woman had started mild mannered and had become a sadist by the end. That’s not me, at least in the physical sense. I admit though that i taunt and tease and I humiliate plus plus. Right now James and i are exploring the butt plug and yes later I would like to try pegging him. Am I sure that this will turn me on? No…but I do require James to explore and we will then decide between us.

9. To come out about our lifestyle, to be honest and proud about how we live
We’re not there yet and when this happens it will be with a circle of close and sympathetic friends. Right now CC, Mags and Duncan all know that I cuck James. But I want a wider circle of friends to know and especially girlfriends who are hot wife curious. Its amazing the number of married women who have a thing about black guys, but who then wonder how can i arrange things to be happier. So James has a role in the coming out thing. I’m not on a crusade here, but I do think the lifestyle has appeal for others and they need a little help to see if it is for them.

10.To be honest with me
A safe word is important but its not everything. I need to understand what James finds sexy in what we do, but also what tests him as well. If it all becomes so easy, so familiar, then it fails. I want James to tell me about what makes life hard sometimes. He knows that I will use that, but it does keep everything fresh. But I also then understand his take on reward. I issue rewards as and when he does as he is told. Not nice? May be not…but it is how we liive.

Today Mags is out with David. They are doing a visit somewhere. Mags wasn’t sure whether it would be a museum or a stately home or something and I said that I hope he wasn’t that boring. She laughed. I suggested a zoo and because then she could have a conversation about dominant males and pecking orders! Too soon I know, but it amused her. She likes David and he obviously likes her. She is going dead gentle with this and that’s so right. But she notes already what a difference CC is making in this as well. The fact that another guy lusts for you is a huge confidence boost. You are a siren! Mags is seeing CC tomorrow, he is coming up and they are going to a pub he knows with a few of his mates. Mags will be ‘his bitch’ but she and he knows the rules-sheath.

I’m off out for a country pub lunch in a moment-with Emily and James. I’m going to give this thread a very short pause over the rest of the weekend. After lunch I think we’ll retire to the boudoir for the rest of the afternoon. James is invited. In fact James attendance will be required! I think its time I saw the lady do her milking.
Jezz

The weekend was eventful. Whilst i hadn’t planned to post this weekend, I would have struggled to if I had wished to anyway.

Saturday lunch at the pub went very well. James was driving (as usual) so Emily and I could drink. My girl was in very bitchy mood and got into conversation with another attractive woman who asked her about her high heeled boots. Where had she bought them and were they expensive. Our associate had watched Emily snuggle into my arms and search for a kiss. So when Emily said that she didn’t know the cost of them her husband had bought them, the girl looked to me. Emily smiled and pointed out James nearby. The girl had had a drink or two and you could see that she was really curious. She quizzed James about the boots and then went too far, asking him whether he had asked me to fuck his wife. It was such a sharp test for the guy, but he nodded and said yes, we lived ‘differently’. The fact that James’s face didn’t colour up amazed me. I think his calmness really took the wind from her sails, and she whispered ‘that is so cool!’. I said ‘well done mate’ afterwards and Emily kissed him fondly. We were both made up by his exceptional performance. I asked whether he wanted to come back to the house and join us for a fuck, he surprisingly asked to be excused. James never asks excusal from such invites! But he insisted that he had to go to town that afternoon and he would see us later.

We found out where he had been that evening. James got back from town, unloaded some supplies for the kitchen and then went out to clean Emily’s Porsche as he had been told to do. He had been assigned the chore for earlier in the day, but there was lighting on the drive sufficient for him to work. The car gleamed after the wax and polish. It was only when he came in from that when we spoke. James didn’t speak too well. He mumbled that he had finished the cleaning. Emily was instantly concerned that he had been drinking or something and when she checked him he opened his mouth and there it was a neat silver bar through the front of his tongue. His tongue was already puffy from the trauma of the insertion. He blushed, and mumbled something about wishing to be very good at what he does best. Emily hugged him and said how terribly sexy this was. Had I been in on the secret? I lied. I didn’t want to steal James thunder. What a nice guy, what a really considerate and well behaved guy. It was so unselfish. There followed a tongue inspection and conversation about changing the bar down a size after the swelling subsided. Emily was made up and observed that company policy was not to promote people with visible body piercings to senior roles. Icily Emily added, ‘its not an issue though is it James…you don’t expect promotion.’ There was a sheet of instructions with the tongue bar. No alcohol for two weeks, no wet or sexual kissing. I loved that. They couldn’t write cunnilingus! Perhaps they couldn’t spell it!

It was later that night that Emily and I were disturbed from sleep. I think James had had a bad dream. He was panicking that his tongue had swollen up and he would swallow it. I checked his mouth and the tongue was still swollen, but not by a great deal. James was having a panic attack. Still, Em said that we should check this out in casualty. So we sat a while. A male nurse came and shone a torch inside James mouth. He used a gauze swab and gently pulled James’ tongue out. The guy didn’t seem too perturbed even though James fretting. I think that the worry was as much about catching the bar on something, getting it caught between teeth and having his tongue locked in position. He was anxious too because his cock was caged. What if they wanted to do a full exam? Emily had come out without the key- there was no changing that.

Eventually a young female doctor saw the three of us in a cubicle. She looked tired (naturally- it was 1 am), but nothing phased this girl. Such panic attacks were common it seemed with ‘something like this’ new in your mouth. I don’t think that she approved that much. She took time though to explain to James how to use the antiseptic mouthwash that she gave him, how he had to stay off cunnilingus (yeah-used the word!) for at least three weeks and the wound had healed. ‘I presume that is why you had this inserted’ she said calmly. James nodded and blushed. Somehow this lady was different. She was so obviously in the know. The doctor then turned to me, ‘you need to help him. Don’t direct him to do things too early do you understand/’ ‘yes…of course’ I did. Emily took my hand. It was so reassuring to be recognised in this way, to see the doc talking to me as the head of the household.

Boy did I want a social chat with that doc some other time. What she understood i can only guess at. Was she shocked? Don’t think so. Did she cuck a husband- who knows? Emily kissed James on the cheek, said that she understood about the panic and that he was so thoughtful doing this. We wouldn’t talk about the panic again. Still, as we walked back out of the hospital she held my hand and James walked behind. Emily knows what she wants.

Sunday.

Emily rang me to ask whether I would pop over and see that James was OK. She had left things for him to do to keep his mind off his tongue. None of the chores required him to talk much, washing lingerie, cleaning out the garage, chores really. Em is over at Duncan’s and yes they are entertaining a few close friends. I agree to do the medical check but tell my girl that she has to discretely suss out the Leon thing with Annette. i think the girl has real hot wife potential but she has to lose the balls as brains Leon. We strike a deal on that. Before she signs off I ask her whether she has told Duncan about the tongue stud. She has. Duncan has repeated the company rules about body piercing and she has told him that James knows that. He accepts that he won’t be seeking promotion any time soon. He asks whether Emily made James do that and she is naughty, and says yes. She asked him whether he minded? Duncan replies no, hell it is a turn on that she has such complete control of the guy. What a shame that they are entertaining so soon- he wanted to fuck her there and then.

As I drive over to check on James I think again about Emily. Shit she is decisive. She likes the hard bitch image. She understands how it can arouse an alpha male. She has lied about James, but that is for a purpose. To make Duncan as hard as hell about her. Somewhere in this thread we talked about hot wives becoming harder, even a bit more brutal. My guess is that Emily started with balls though and is just getting stronger the more she ensures that James never uses his.

Sunday evening

Mags rang- so many calls and all pleasant. I’m back from seeing James and he as fine. He is rehearsing French phrases to practice Emily on. Apparently your tongue moves differently in French. Anyway, it seems to help him.

Dave has taken Mags to an open air museum on the south coast somewhere- it is full of lovely lunatic volunteers who act out life in bygone centuries. In truth though it is the sort of ambling day out that enables them to walk and talk. They stroll and he has kissed her. How exciting to think of that, a delicate first kiss. We know so much, and so much that js deeply erotic that you might think that a first kiss loses appeal. It doesn’t. I am so pleased for Mags, and so pleased that she likes him. Cuckold lifestyle people love seeing folk happy-honest, its not all about performance and humiliation. Whether you sit in a casualty or listen to a lovely tale of people sharing a kiss it all counts. No life style would be sustainable just on the back of raw sex.
Jezz

@nigelcuck said:

I like Emily’s reply in respect of the disgust word, which is not really a good word in these circumstances. I do wonder though how long this process can go on and even if there could be some psychological damage done. It is really good tough, I think anyhow that a belief system is being set up,from which rules are emerging. Emily basically seems to believe that her right of sexual expression is a good thing for her whilst James believes his submission to Emily is a good thing for him. The rest is ritual. I do like the way humiliation is seen as a test.

Hi Nigel,
When I first discussed ‘disgust’ with Emily she was a bit irritable, saying that my ‘blog blokes’ could like it or lump it, she is what she is. I debated whether to feedback much more from the blog in the future, but she, James and Mags all know that i blog reflections. So we will have to get along with the occasional irritations. My purpose in this thread is sometimes to sort out things for myself, but much more to help others explore what this lifestyle can be like. We’re not a soap opera, Emily, Mags, James and the others have their feelings, but I hope that they will persevere for the sake of what can be learned in Luvr’s forum. Let me emphasise then, reflections, questions and shared experiences are welcome here in this thread too. If you wish to lurk then fine, but conversion helps. Remember there is no one kind of cuckold lifestyle, nor one sort of cuck, hot wife or bull. Captions and pictures never capture emotions and relationships. What we’re understanding here are the permutations.
BW
Jezz

From Emily
To Jezz

Thanks for visiting the patient yesterday darling. He seems much better today, calmer and more focused and certain that he has done the right thing. He is eager to try out his stud whilst I sit on the pussy throne, but he really must wait for that now. I don’t want him to pick up an infection and lose something that is such a lot of fun. Two weeks is a long time for James to go without his licks so I am going to release him from his cage every third or fourth day and slide fuck him. I promise that the winky won’t be allowed inside me. James’ knows the rules.

I did talk with Annette yesterday and she has promised to think carefully about Leon. To make her understand things I had to hint rather more about what some women can expect. She is beautiful and cultured, she out ranks her husband in terms of looks and poise, so it is rather better to have him accept that she will cuck him regularly. But it should be on a consensual basis, and yes I hinted that in the long run it was better that a mature stud serviced her regularly. Men can be adaptable- i insisted that was so!

I can’t push this too fast because Duncan would be upset if a lot of people knew that you outranked him and that sex was really elitist in our lives, but if Annette seems to listen to what i have said and dumps Leon then she is worth nurturing as a sister I think. If you listen to how she talks about her husband and his inadequacies, you can hear that calm, sensible assessment and yet the warmth for his efforts too. I could picture her saying something like, ‘look darling, last time I hurt you when I cheated on you and I am so sorry for that. But I do understand myself better now, I understand what you can manage in bed. So I want to propose something new, where you leave it to a bigger man to deal with the physical side of things. In other areas we will be as loving as ever before, but he will do the fucking, OK?’

Emilyxx

EXPLAINING US

Whether we are discussing Annette and her husband, or Mags and David in the future talking about the cuck relationship, there comes a moment when you need to explain to others how you choose to live. The lifestyle choice is of course complex. It is founded in your personal pasts, what you both find erotic and where you are emotionally right now. You aren’t about to give the listener a lecturer on cuckolding though. So there is a need for a briefer explanation, one that you both tend to use with key listeners. You need to sing from the same hymn sheet as it were. Just what the hymn sheet is depends on several things. First, who you are speaking to. For example, if you are addressing a prospective alpha male that might be invited to play a role, then the account of is usually more deeply submissive as regards the cuck male. The hot wife is often more brutal about matters too-her needs, her expectations and her past disappointments. But talking to other girlfriends is a different matter. Now there needs to be a softer approach, one that emphasises choice, liberation and responsible management of the cucked male. If the hot wife comes across as a rampant slut now, she may panic girlfriends who wonder what they don’t do and what a woman should do…and about what this woman might attempt with their husbands! So the explanation is presented to an audience. That is not to say that it is a falsehood or lie, it is to say that it is a summary that accents certain things, those that respect the interests and the needs of the listener. The second variable on how you explain things refers to whether you are talking about yourself or your partner. A hot wife might well talk about her cucked husband in quite different terms. She may emphasise his generosity, his imagination and ability to adapt- all real assets. The point is that she makes it clear that he needed to be cucked and was ready to facilitate life choices for her. To do otherwise is to convey an impression that you as a hot wife are completely without regard for the cuck husband. The same works in reverse, the cucked husband refers reverentially to his wife (or mistress-depends who’s listening), and often refers to his fondness for her, how exciting and different she is. To portray her in more critical terms who be to undermine what you convey as a couple. Remember, to be a bitch in the vanilla world means something subtly different to what it sometimes means in the cuckolding world.

I’ve known a few couples who have developed quite polished but brief explanations (narratives) for others regarding their lifestyle, even as they introduced me. A good bull reflects on this with the couple, and works with explanations that support the couple. As long as the explanation is not completely wayward from their private truth, something likely to be exposed later on, the bull should work with what helps the couple to cope. The following are examples of what I have heard used, and which represent options for when Mags or Annette perhaps asks, what is the best way to proceed.

The bohemian explanation
This argues that the couple have decided to reject social convention and to live bravely in the edge in a way that allows each to explore their different needs. It is a tried and tested one and was used by people down the ages to explain and defend lifestyle choices. Certainly the hedonism pre first world war featured a lot of this. It is a good explanation where both hot wife and cuck are reasonably well educated. Bright people think differently. You would be surprised how many well educated and sophisticated wives have fucked around with the consent of their husbands, whether that was called cuckolding or not.

The health and/or energy explanation
This is an explanation sometimes used when the cuck is a good deal older that his wife and where it could reasonably be surmised that medical conditions or just plain tiredness and energy short fall have prompted a new lifestyle choice. Some couples clearly fabricate excuses about his abilities, erectile dysfunction associated with diabetes for instance, infertility associated with mumps in adolescent years. You might say, goodness that is a lie! But the truth is that it often seems kinder than saying your husband isn’t any good in bed, or else is too small for you. if you talk loads about infertility though some listeners will pester with questions about pregnancy, so you’d better check that. Not all cuckoldresses want to breed with a bull.

The appetite explanation
Its certainly true that people have different libido levels, appetite varies hugely. The average woman knows this from her experience of ovulation- she may want sex much more then. In many ways its the brave explanation, but it is usually backed up with some scientific arguments about a pre disposition to either high or low libido. To say that the guy has no interest in sex is to ask questions- why? So genetic predisposition comes to the aid of such folk. Overdone this leaves the hot wife looking like a nymphomaniac which is unfair. Hotwives certainly fuck more, but they also fuck better. quality is important too.

The learned behaviour explanation
This basically argues that the cuck grew up amongst dominant women, a mother, aunts, siblings and that he has learned to defer and gain pleasure from their dominance. Its a very honest explanation and sometimes used with the closest friends who are prepared to remember who you are today as well as what you started from. The same applies to the dominant wife. She was groomed to rule and derived pleasure from the same. Its arguable that this is the basis for why class seems so sexy to many Brits. Hierarchy is deeply sensual for some.

Genetic superiority
We’re nor talking eugenics here, but for some this does make sense. They have read about the selfish gene and about the evolution of sexual instincts. So they say that they aren’t fighting instinct any more and the hot wife naturally selects (no pun intended Charles) males who are superior, both physically and in terms of income/earning power. This one goes down well with the cuck curious. It does sometimes suggest the inevitability of things as though we are all driven by this single instinct. Its certainly good when a hot wife periodically feels a any of guilt about what she does.

Now these are a few and you may be know others. See what you think. But its important stuff to deliberate on, at least, when others might ask a question or two and you need to say to yourself, we live this way because…

Jezz

Tuesday night

Went over to see James and Emily, to check the tongue stud. Don’t laugh, there is no pun intended. I really think that James can make a name for himself, licking pussy, using that nobly little protuberance to devastating effect. It occurs to me that he will need to be lighter touch though- to tease a woman in the required way. Hotwives are discerning recipients of head. They get a lot of it once they have established the house rules. As i go in James offers me a drink as normal and I notice that his speech is so much more relaxed. Its as if he is now used to something alien always inside his mouth. He feels it click against his teeth, he feels the snug tension of it in his tongue. i suspect the discomfort is almost a turn on for him now. You have to suffer this in order to lick mistress’s pussy again. Cuck psyche. Perhaps some of you can tell me about that.

Emily has had a hard day at work, with some clients playing business hard ball. She is used to getting her way there as well but it doesn’t always pan out. Sometimes others don’t realise that she is little miss business bitch. It annoys her. We drink our first shorts whilst she vents on the shit situations that work can throw up. I check James tongue. Yep, its red around the bar insertion but he is using the mouthwashes and his tongue is certainly less puffy.

‘Come upstairs with us’ she beckons him and he follows nice as pie.

I know that Emily has been slide fucking the guy, and perhaps now he anticipates more of the same. But irritable Emily has other ideas. She tells him to drop his pants and there is his winky wrestling inside the cage, trying to squirm out somehow. He is aroused, you can see that. To James’ consternation, Emily goes to a drawer and pulls out a surgical glove. She pulls it onto her hand, with a snap finish.

‘Bend over the bed sweetie…its time for milking’.

Finding a seat I settle back with the glass of scotch. The room is lamplit, soft and sensual, but I suspect that this evening the milking willing not be so. Mood affects interactions. How a hot wife controls her cuck is sometimes at the mercy of her mood. It is just how things are. To begin with the cock cage stays on, and Emily drags out the butt plug so that it makes a sucking ‘plop’ noise as it comes free. I can see James ring piece tensing.

‘You need this yes?’ Emily asks. Its very calm, very professional. Consent is important. He’s ashamed to have this done in front of me but he nods and gasps, ‘yes please’.

There, her ungloved hand cups his balls. Fingers reach forward to stroke his cock skin through the gaps in the cage. She is going to drive him nuts. A squidge of gels goes on her gloved index finger and she works that around the edge of his hole. Another squidge and this time just the tip of her finger slips inside. Even though he has had the butt plug in all day, this provokes a gasp. Its the symbolism of it- his mistress taking control. I can see his cock straining, pulling on the cage. His breath comes short and sharp. Now she eases her whole first digit into his gripping rear and started to stroke his caged cock loosely. I can see him gyrating his rear, so that his cock glances the palm of her hand, and her finger does a scrape the bowl clean circle back there.

‘Oh God….please, please…’
‘What you going to use that stud for cuck?’
‘To lick your pussy’
‘Yes, sure, and any other pussy i direct you too?’
(gasp, gasp)
‘Yes’
‘Annette’s?’
‘Yes’
‘Mags?’
‘Please no….’
I shake my head.
‘You gonna lick any alpha female pussy I say, right?’
‘Yes’

Emily tosses me a key and i smiling unlock James cock.
‘Better now man…honest, this will be better’
Emily starts to tug the length of his cock. Its quite a brutal yanking, not the soft stroking that was used before. She repositions her hand so as to face downwards and i know what the tip of her finger is working now…his prostate. Already the effects are starting to show. there are little beads of clear cum on the end of his dick.

‘I want you to keep a diary Jamie, of all the alpha pussy that you lick out for me. i want it to be properly appreciative. Every once in a while I want you to bring it to me, and show me the notes. I want you to tell me how much you love it.’
(groan)
‘Yes..yes of course’
How does it feel sweetie, having your butt fingered..?’
‘Delicious’
‘Delicious?’
‘Out of control…like…like I can’t resist’
‘You can’t can you. I have you hooked on my eager pinky don’t I?’
As if to prove the factor emily drags him back towards her, hooking him closer. She starts to grip and work his cock. More beads of pre cum are bobbling on the end.
‘You’re a good boy aren’t you. I can see you juicing up’
‘Please…’

‘Please what…?’
‘Please may i cum mistress?’
Emily starts to work his cock rhythmically now, using a practised touch. Her gloved finger is pirouetting inside, spinning on a sixpence against his prostrate. It is wrecking the guy and he thrusts back to feel the effects there and on his cock. It is complete co operation, his body rocking back towards her and then forward, his head burrowing into the pillow. I can see his balls start to stiffen and Emily works his rear harder. Now she has clamped his cock, a sure way she says to make the guy’s balls catch back.
There it is, his cock jerking in her hand, the little shots of clear fluid shooting out and splashing onto the duvet. Emily in charge. Emily doing what she wishes. Emily getting over the frustrations of the day.

ALPHA AROUSAL

I won’t lie to you, watching Emily milk James was extremely arousing. The complete and utter control she exercised over him, his gasps and groans, the squirt, squirt, squirt of cum was really raunchy. James collapsed forward onto the bed, gulping and groaning as he finished and Emily rolled over and presented her sex to my cock. As I coupled her, greedily, hungrily, thrusting hard and quick, Emily pointed to the sticky mess that James had shot. He had to lick it up, bitter and unfulfilled as it was, with little or no seed within, he had to lick it up. Now my girl opened her mouth to me and we ground into one another, Emily gasping with the pleasure of it. the feel of us hooked together and James spent beside us.

Thinking back now, watching Emily dominate James in such a direct physical way, rather than just emotionally, I realised full on just how she saw sex with James. She took him like a bloke sometimes takes a woman. If she was feeling very dominant, then it would be hard and rough. She would drag his butt up in the air and instead of her finger inside it would be a strap on dildo. She would jag and drag him, hump and thrust him and it would be every bit as raw, as direct and as physical for her as when a man takes a woman lustily. She knew this. She anticipated it and wanted it. To complement her complete and utter control of the guy psychologically, she wanted to ride him physically. Perhaps the enforced lay off from cunnilingus was prompting this. Perhaps it was always there for a woman such as Emily, one who enjoys the deeply submissive and the dominate sort of sex, side by side, and within moments of one another…..

To Emily and Jezz
From Mags

I have to tell you as quickly as possible-CC has checked out clean at the clinic and photoed the letter for me to see. I am so made up! He has told the other two girls its over, suggesting to them the names of some other brothers who might help out. I AM FEELING SO FUCKING SEXY! Please can you have James drive me down to Brighton tomorrow night…and have him bring along a sleeping bag for the car?

Magsxx

[I’m almost as made up. This is brilliant news. I want to talk to CC soon about moving up our way.]