The erect male sex organ, or phallus, has been a symbol of manhood, fertility and power for thousands of years and made part of the worship rituals of many different cultures.
When a hotwife dates her boyfriend in public, it serves as a declaration of her choice of him as her sexual alpha.
What struck me about this image was how it was captured; the phallus, in relation to her contented expression, is clearly the subject of the photo. I believe that someone randomly coming across this scene is unlikely to appreciate those two things and capture it in this way. This fact leads me to believe this is more likely the work of a cuckold appreciating the dynamic of his wife’s public declaration of pride in her boyfriend’s cock. When they participate in a nude venue it also becomes a celebration of his phallus and what that cock means to the couple and their marriage.
It’s this symbolism that drives most cuckolds’ fascination with the cock of their wife’s boyfriend, not some latent bi or homosexual interest.
While this scene could be erotic to most simply for the nudity and implied coupling to be enjoyed later, the details known only by the couple and her boyfriend make it intensely powerful for all three.
The power and influence of her boyfriend’s phallus is further amplified when a husband’s penis is actively denied the ability to become erect through enforced chastity. This effectively diminishes the male status of the husband because it is only the erect male organ that represents the power of manhood.
I have written previously about the role of contrasts in cuckold marriages. Because of the complexity of human emotion, human relationships and social norms, simple contrasts can take on very complex and multi-layered meaning. Exploring these contrasts is truly what such expressions are about.
This photograph immediately started firing neurons in my brain, bringing me back to a vivid memory of the first time I brought my wife to a nude beach. Ever since I’ve known her, Diane has possessed an exhibitionist nature. For example, her braless breasts have always been on display for the world to admire. Her motto was, brassieres are reserved for funerals and children’s birthday parties. So given her proclivity, it didn’t take her long to get totally comfortable with being complete nudity on the warm sand, especially with the help of some vodka mixed in with her diet Pepsi. One thing I noticed about the other women on the beach, was the fact that even though they were naked, they still held to a modicum of decency, and kept their legs together while they were soaking in the sun. My lovely wife did not follow this example, and took this opportunity to display her pink, shaven treasure to all passersby. We quickly found out that her little pink display attracted lone males like a moth to a flame. Many would stop, lay out their towels, and sit down on the patch of sand between the ocean and my wife’s crotch, usually about 20 to 30 feet away from us. Some guys would try to be a little discrete, but most made no false pretenses about why they were sitting there, facing away from the picturesque ocean in the direction of my sexy wife. One problem that quickly presented itself was the fact that after a while, I would look up to see a group of 15 guys grouped around the now valued real estate beneath Diane’s splayed legs. I realized that a group of people grouped together like this would be obvious at quite a distance to anyone looking up or down the beach. I ascertained that as a small cluster started to get larger, it served as a beacon for other males that something was up, and served to quickly call in more men to see what was going on. It reminded me of hyenas out on the Serengeti plain, looking up, and seeing the sky filled with circling vultures out in the distance. This first time, we had a group of about 30 guys collected, all of them ogling Diane, (most of them surreptitiously handling their cocks) before I whispered for her to put her legs together for a while. This acted like the closing credits of a movie, and it didn’t take long before the crowd had almost completely dispersed. At that point, my wife would again let her little pink slit get a little fresh air, but now, when the fan club exceeded ten horny men, I would instruct her to roll the credits. I remember at one point my Diane rolling up against me, her hand resting nonchalantly on my penis, her face was close enough to smell the vodka on her breath, as she confessed, “god, this is making me horny”. Even though it was hot to hear her say that, I already knew my wife well enough to recognize that she had been horny for quite a while now. As the day started getting later, and the sun dipped towards the horizon, the beachgoers around us started leaving, and the beach started getting somewhat deserted. There was one group of three diehard guys who seemed to know each other, that for the past hour, had staked out the prime piece of real estate 20 feet from the view of my wife. They had been savvy enough to realize that when Diane closed her legs, it was only temporary. When the other gawkers dispersed and it was obvious these were going nowhere, Diane would once again put herself on full display. I was thinking that we probably should also should start packing it up before it got too late when I glanced down and noticed one of the guys on his knees facing my wife, blatantly stroking his large, erect cock. At this point my wife and I were both laying on our backs, our feet facing towards the three strangers. I told Diane to take a look and she raised herself up on her elbows to witness the stranger fiercely stroking himself as their eyes met. Diane then laid her head back down and closed her eyes. I also had my eyes closed but would occasionally try and glance down through cracked eyelids. At one point I sensed movement, and lifted my head to see that one of the guys had moved his towel up to about eight feet from the sheet we were laying on. His two friends were still twenty feet away, both openly stroking their own cocks. As I looked up, the guy closest to us made defiant eye contact with me, while aggressively stroking his big, veiny, cock in the direction of my wife. I quickly looked away putting my head down and closing my eyes . Immediately I felt my penis start to engorge. I knew the significance of this would not be lost to the stranger who was openly, and defiantly pleasuring himself to my wife’s charms. This realization only acted to increase my arousal as I felt my penis quickly stiffen to a point of engorgement I seldom achieve. (This is what the photo at the top of the blog immediately reminded me of.) I knew I was not only sending him the message that I was completely compliant with, and turned on by, his aggressive sexual behavior towards my wife, I was also advertising that I had far less to offer my wife then what he was holding in his hand, and everyone there knew it. I whispered “look” to my wife, but she just laid there with her eyes closed. Again I hissed “look”. Diane raised her head up long enough to take in, and make eye contact with the spectacle looming below her, before laying her head back down and closing her eyes. She was obviously sending her own unspoken compliance and approval to the stranger, just by the fact that she remained open to his gaze. When I snuck another look at the guy, I noticed he had abandoned his towel and was slowly moving in closer to my wife on his knees, still stroking his turgid appendage. I whispered “he’s moving in closer” and could feel my face flushed and burning with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I couldn’t resist taking another good look, and raised my head, immediately noticing that the two friends were no longer sitting back on their towels, but now up on their feet, standing on either side, and slightly behind their kneeling friend who had moved even closer to my wife. All three of them were openly stroking themselves, all of them surpassing me in length and girth. Once again I made eye contact with the stranger kneeling in front of my splayed wife. This time he gave me a smug little smile. As I laid back down, I leaned towards my wife and softly said “He’s just four feet away”. When my head hit the sand, I closed my eyes. I could feel my throbbing penis give a little, involuntary “jump” from extreme excitement. I immediately, and consciously made it “jump” two more times in quick succession, in a small display of submission, causing a tiny rivulet of precum to dribble out of my swollen glans. I slowly turned my head towards Diane, gazing at her through the slits of my semi-closed eyelids. Her nipples were as hard as I’ve ever seen them, her breasts rising and falling quickly, her breathing was obviously labored. I looked down and saw her pubic mound, almost imperceptibly but unmistakably moving, ever so slowly, undulating, beckoning. I also noticed that her legs were splayed farther apart than any other time I had seen them during the day. I wondered when she had done that. Had he watched my wife spread for him in an unmistakable, lewd, invitation in this type of situation? At this point in time, both my wife and I were completely and utterly consumed by lust. I knew from experience that there was no doubt that my wife’s sex would be obviously wet, probably glistening in the sun, her labia flushed, her clitoris engorged, as we both lay back on our sheet, eyes closed wondering what is going to happen. As I peeked down at my wife splayed legs I watched the stranger slowly moving up on his knees maybe only 24 inches from her feet, well within the range of a well aimed ejaculation. The other two guys were still standing, one on each side of our sheet, maybe 3 feet from where our knees were. My penis was throbbing with anticipation, wondering if the stranger was about to couple with my wife right here on the beach, knowing that I, nor my wife, would do anything to stop or dissuade him. At the very least I expected him to ejaculate onto her pink offering, maybe while the two other guys ejaculated onto our naked bodies, since one of them was almost standing over me. Then somebody threw a 5 gallon bucket full of ice water over us. Well, not literally, but figuratively. I would’ve preferred the actual water. Diane and I were laying there, eyes closed, when all of a sudden we heard a commotion. I guess these guys were too blinded by lust to notice a lifeguard and a guy in a windbreaker coming up behind them. They grabbed the guy that was on his knees, the other two guys took off running. Nobody said anything to my wife or I. We just watched as they escorted him off the beach. All I could think of was great…… no way I’m ever going to get her back on a nude beach again!…… But luckily I was wrong. She actually looks back very fondly to that “First time at the beach” as she puts it. We both consider it our most exciting sexual experience where nothing really happened. (If that makes any sense.) We sometimes would discuss and fantasize about what might have happened that day if nobody else was around, and she confirmed that she was soaking wet, and would have been a willing participant to whatever might have gone down that day on the beach.
“The erect male sex organ, or phallus, has been … made part of the worship rituals of many different cultures.”
Perhaps the erect Bull’s phallus has even been made part of the worship rituals of the cuckold culture.
IHMO, the phrase “worship rituals” seems to describe cuckold fluffing and cleanup duties. One of the definitions of worship is “extravagant respect or admiration for or devotion to an object of esteem”.
I think most cuckolds would agree the Bull’s phallus qualifies as “an object of esteem.” A straight man’s fluffing and cleaning a Bull’s phallus seem to be showing “extravagant respect or admiration for or devotion to” it. Taken together, IMHO cuckold fluffing and cleaning fit the definition of worship rituals better than sex acts.
It also fits in with the D/s aspects of cuckolding and setting of contrasts. The Bull’s phallus is elevated to the status of an object of worship while the cuckold’s is lowered to the status of a caged tube for disposing of waste products.
I like this explanation. For my part, I can admit that I love watching the actual penetration (and yes, fanaticize that it’s my wife being penetrated), and having no attraction to men, I still love to watch both “sides” of a sexual coupling.
This image reminds me of a couple that were owned by a mate of mine. Winston is a disarmingly calm and mild mannered bull but he doesn’t need to be more than that, given he packs a very ample, long dick. Lizzy is pretty and brunette and she has a neat little ace of spades tattooed just beneath her tummy button. She explains that this position has been chosen because this is where the head of Winston’s dick reaches when he is up inside her. Nigel her husband paid for the tattoo, took her to the parlour and listened politely as Lizzy told the tattooist just how horny it was to go with Winston. I can’t imagine a better adjusted couple, folk who have done something very practical with the symbolism of cock.
Your wife has a black lover? You’re lucky. My and I have been talking about cucking for a few years now, but nothing has happened. She says she is open to having a black boyfriend, but she gets quite shy and she admittedly isn’t attracted to enough black men, but the openness is there. :]]
Something almost cropped out of the picture are the hotwife’s erect nipples. She’s clearly aroused with the sex she’s soon to enjoy with her boyfriend.