Ms C & Her cuckwife

It just means you’re an obedient beta cuckold cocksucker.

The level of a cuckold's involvement with his wife and her lover depends on many different things. The variables are many and each has their own intensity levels not to mention the different desires of the cuckoldress and her bull.

The cuck's involvement ranges for none whatsoever to being an intricate part of the threesome.

When the relationship has a power dynamic with a very open-minded, curious, adventurous, dominant and controlling Bull at the top of the hierarchy, the possibility of some form of bisexual activity often happens. Sometimes it is "forced" upon the cuckold and other times it's something the cuckold looks forward to. Other times it starts out as forced and ends up as an activity the cuckold actually looks forward to.

The first time I was made to serve O/our Bull Jim I was filled with angst and fear. I didn't fully service Him but rather did some "fluffing" to get Him ready to please my Wife Carol. He encouraged me and was very understanding, but also made it clear that I was expected to do what I was told. His authritative but pleasant demeanor made it easier and even arousing. It didn't take long for him to get hard before I was made to ceremoniously guide His cock into my Wife.

I remained there rather awkwardly, their passion and lovemaking taking place indifferent to my presence until my services were needed again.

I got to clean Jim first before doing the same for Carol.

That first time was the most difficult. It took awhile, perhaps a few months before I actually looked forward to it. And shortly thereafter, I was put on notice that if Carol was absent, or even if She was around, and Jim wanted me to serve Him orally, I would do so.

The comment about being proud of being a submissive beta cockscuker that was left by @bitopforcuckoldcouples resonates with me.

When Jim wants my services, I believe it is more because I am good at pleasing him than just requesting it because he can. Though I am sure He gets some arousal from my submission, He ultimately enjoys my servicing Him to completion, taking His man-sized cock all the way down my throat and swallowing all His seed when He wants me to much, much more.

He's waiting for Her in your marital bed.

"You can't watch today sweetie" She tells you. "I'm sorry, but that's what He wants. You know how He is don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am. I know" you answer Her.

"But here's a little something for you. I know how much you love to fondle and caress my panties when He's fucking me" She laughs as She slides them down Her legs and to the floor and walks away.

"Oh" She says, "I know you're in your cage but you can still try to have an orgasm with the panties. I think you can do it."

As the door closes, you know She's right. You can hear the two of them chuckling, probably laughing at how pathetic you are.

For reasons I'd rather not get into, going all the way back to my childhood, corner time as punishment brings back some rather powerful emotions; not all of them good. Nonetheless, in the context of being a submissive sissy cuckold for my Wife Carol and Her Bull Jim, it results in deep humiliation which leads to arousal.

Most often, I'm required to go kneel in the corner with my nose pressed up against the walls and to "stay that way" until I'm told. When I'm in corner time and the two of them are together in the same room, I can hear everything that's going on but can't see a thing.

As opposed to my "Active Participation" post yesterday, corner time is a very passive way of participating in whatever it is they are doing.

You knew all along. It was all too evident. You even knew it before she had sex with him.

After all, your own sexual prowess was a pretty low bar to surpass.

Secretly, you wanted her to say it. You wanted to hear it.

Not that it should be tolerated, but expect it to happen.

When it comes to cuckolding, the term "fluffing" was kind of stolen from the porn industry, where some male porn stars needed some type of stimulation to get a full erection to perform. Here's the term used in a sentence from the Urban Dictionary website:

"John Holmes had a 13" cock, but he had troubles getting it up during shoots. He needed to be fluffed before he could perform."

Carol's lover Jim has never demonstrated an inability to get an erection to adequately perform the manly duties that I cannot to please my Wife. I'm quite sure that in my absence, He does just fine.

Regarder sa partenaire fondre sous les caresses d'un autre, dans cette énergie sauvage, ce n'est pas une trahison; c'est l'apogée de la relation.

L'homme moderne, plutôt que de rejeter cette danse de sa femme avec un autre, sait s'en nourrir.

First the translation...

Possessive masculinity is dead; it is now the observer’s pleasure that reigns supreme.

To watch his partner melt beneath the caresses of another—amidst that wild energy—is not an act of betrayal; it is the pinnacle of the relationship.

The modern man, rather than rejecting this dance between his wife and another, knows how to draw sustenance from it.

And some thoughts...

This is certainly a different take on cuckolding, putting the "observer" at the apex of the pyramid of pleasure. It clearly puts the husband in charge, the one who choreographs the whole thing, despite a small nod to the wife's pleasure.

I used to have cuckold fantasies about Carol having a secret affair with a Dominant Man where she worked. There was no one particular male that was in the fantasy, but just a man who would have his way with her, spank her and fulfill her in ways I just wasn't good at.

I always felt that somewhere inside of Her there had to exist an itch for a real man that I could not scratch.

I am, and have always been infatuated with my Dominant Wife Carol's beautiful ass. Her ass has spent countless hours comfortably on my face, cheeks spread and the most intimate part of it enjoying the ministrations and penetration of my tongue. Similarly, the pleasure I receive from paying homage to Her bottom that way, and in others, brings me great joy.

Carol's Bull Jim seems to have an infatuation with Her bottom of His own, though in a different and what one might consider a more aggressive manner. It's evident by the way He grabs Her ass firmly or gives it a firm slap whenever He pleases. In more intimate and private places, some of which I've observed very closely, He has His way with Her bottom as He pleases.

They'd slept together multiple times before I was made to watch Jim take my Wife Carol in our marital bed. It had always been a fantasy of mine, and there was some frustration that I hadn't been told to watch them from the onset of their relationship, even though I had a bit of angst about it.

Looking back on that period of waiting, I think They were just trying to get comfortable with one another. Maybe They had jitters of their own and other things to work through. By the time I was allowed to kneel down in the middle of our bedroom and observe, I have to admit it seemed like they'd been together forever; meant for one another.

The way Jim made love to Her, the passionate aggressiveness He demonstrated, along with Her reactions to His lovemaking skills and the size of His Cock, elicited reactions from Her that I'd never seen or heard before.

The thunderous orgasm Carol experienced, before Jim had His own climax, wasn't fake at all. When He filled Her with His Manly Seed, I instantly was filled with shame and embarrassment at what had just happened, and also at how pathetic I felt at that moment. Even more embarrassing was the arousal I felt at the time.

I wasn't allowed to just wallow there in my self-pity.

I think there are many cuckold relationships that, as they evolve and the participants settle into their roles, where the Bull has a strong and Alpha personality (often made even stronger because of the cuckold being a seemingly willing beta) He decides to implement specific rules for the cuckold to follow.

The rules run the gambit from limiting sexual privileges and intimacies with the wife to simple domestic and sometimes meaningless tasks.

The caption above reminds me of a few of the rules Jim has put in place in our marriage. For instance, I am never allowed to penetrate Carol with any part of my body with the exception of my tongue and lips. I can touch and caress Her, but absolutely no penetration.

The old saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" is certainly true when it comes to this type of sexual abstinence. Though I readily admit I was never good at penetrative sex, the kind where the male is expected to please his wife with his penis, now that I can't and never will have it, I still yearn for that warm feeling of being inside of Carol.