Cuckqueaning Devotee.

I’ve been such a good girl this year, I promise. I’ve been edging as commanded and I’ve been thinking about my husband with superior women as much as possible. All I’d like for Christmas is some tight, sweet pussy for my husband to enjoy.

Thank you,

How does one punish a shit talking, disrespectful, sneaky, grammar Nazi masochist?

Make the whore write lines.. alternating caps, alternating colors.. non grammatically correct…

There are no easy answers to these questions. I wish I could say that women interested in playing with married men are easy to spot. I wish I could say that the risk is minimal, that your wife won’t find out, that you can trust the woman you’re fucking on the side to keep your secrets. 

The truth is, you have to be willing to absorb the risk of putting yourself out there. As backward as it might sound, I’ve found that honesty is the best policy. Yes, lie to your wife, if you need to. Deceive her. Do whatever it takes to keep from getting caught. But be honest with those you want to cheat with. Tell a prospective partner in crime that you’re married and looking. 

Well after some really good conversations and being true to each other about what we want from each other and out of life, we have decided to take a step in a different direction….

I dont give him what he needs sexually. We don’t have that passion or intamacy anymore. He needs that and I could care less about it.

With that we have decided to venture into a poly lifestyle and step away from the cuckholding.

He has decided to start a committed relationship with someone else. Through that he gets all his needs met and we are still happy together. He will continue to use me at home for his needs as I like to be treated.

I’ve been MIA for awhile. I needed a breather. I needed to take some time to see if this was truly what I wanted and after this break…its it not something I want. It is something I NEED.

I needed a little more control to make things more comfortable for me so instead of him finding someone to talk to I went ahead and set up a dating profile for him just to see how it made me feel. After a week of silence I/he got his first message. I showed him and he liked her pictures. Since I created the profile I could see any messages. They began to talk with my permission and I logged in regularly to read them. The more I read the more I needed.

Then came snap. The first boob pic he got he screen shot. That night he looked at the pic while I sucked him off. Then she sent a video of herself masturbating. I watched in awe at her glistening lips and almost came when she moaned his name. Pretty sure I came more than I ever have when we fucked to the video. He called me her name as I rode him. I needed more and they wanted more. She asked to meet and said ok as long as I was there.

A few days later we drove to her little town and met up at the bar. I sat at the bar while they grabbed a table. From my view I could see right under the table and the little slut had no panties on. She discreetly took his hand and placed it between her legs. I was jealous and wet at the same time as I watched his finger slide into her. When he came to the bar for another round I asked to lick that same finger. God she tasted good. When he went back they went back to flirting and talking.

I went to the bathroom and when I got back to the bar they were full on making out. I stared in awe as their bodies were smashed together and his hands roamed her body. I swear I saw her look back at me and wink. When they came up from air she whispered in his ear. That’s when everything got real.

My BF came up to the bar and told me she wanted to fuck. When I asked where he said he was going to take her to our truck in the alley. I gave him my blessing as long as I could watch.

After they left I snuck out and his behind a dumpster (like I was a piece of trash). I watched her sit on his lap in the passabger seat - my seat - and slowly the truck started rocking. He was inside her. I could hear her but could barely see since the windows were fogging over. Damn this was really happening. I literally held onto the dumpster as I fingered myself to the movement of the truck and her moans.

After she kissed him for about 5 minutes beside the truck and then left. I rode home in the still wet passabger seat. We sat in silence for about 15 minutes until I couldn’t take it and gave him road head. I could taste her on him and came without even being touched.

I DO NOT FUCK OTHER GUYS ❗️

I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR TINY DICK ❗️

I totally get that having a cuckquean may be the dream of a lot of men, but it is a LOT of work.

It isn’t easy.

It takes a lot of patience and communication for the man. Just when you think you can’t talk or reassure one more time, you are called to talk or reassure.

A cq will love this lifestyle, hate it a few minutes later, need it after that, and then maybe cry before orgasming. She’ll hate that she has so little say or brag about all the power she wields.

Your wife/girlfriend/spouse/partner can’t ever take a back seat, but the other women have needs that will need to be met.

From my talks with so many other lovely cqs on tumblr, a few themes are very common: there always seems to be drama with someone. Jealous. A fight. An Other unsure if she can continue- and yet she comes crawling back (this one happens so much to every gal I talk to).

Is this the case for everyone involved in cuckqueaning? Absolutely not. Is it the norm? From my own personal experience and the experience of the women that reach out to me, it is.

It’s not ALL sexy porn star stuff. Not all women on their knees eager to blow you without you having to do a bit of work. This can be very very tough for the man too, just in different ways.