Cuckold Couple

Granted we’ve been quarantined and all that for months, but we haven’t really dressed up and she hasn’t done her hair very fancy in a long time.

I’m lying here on the bed looking at her doing her hair. Watching her ass jiggle just a little clad in the red, lacy thong and matching bra she is wearing as she gleefully bounces her hips back and forth.

Every now and then I see a glimmer off her princes cut engagement ring and the small diamonds across the wedding ring as she moves.

“What do you think?” I snap out of my trance, “Huh?” “What do you think he’ll do to me tonight? After our last conversation with him... or what will he make me do to you?” With that she turned and looked at me sitting on the bed and smiled.

We had a conversation with our bull this past week. Well, we both did separately. He asked us each what we’ve liked the most in our time together, if there’s more of anything we’d like, or if we want to change. I told him I loved when he talked about how he owned my wife and I didn’t anymore. That it was my favorite. He smirked and nodded. That was all I needed.

My wife didn’t tell me what she told him at first but I finally got it out of her that she told him she got off on him humiliating me.

Back to tonight...

She made up her mind to go surprise him. She’s wearing her lingerie under a short coat and nothing else. She just left ten minutes ago and will be back on Friday.

Happy fucking, my love.

One of the most angst-causing things about being in a cuckold relationship is watching how giddy your wife gets when she knows her bull is coming over to fuck her that night.

She’s been prancing around in her underwear all day and making up little songs about how excited she is to get fucked. Her friend called her and asked if they could come hangout tonight and she just said, “Not tonight, how about tomorrow? Yeah... he’s coming over.”

That gut punch of angst is what this lifestyle is all about. When I shave her pussy here in a couple of hours she’ll ask me the usually questions... what position should he fuck her in tonight? Where should he cum? Should I swallow his load for her? Should I get to watch?

I’ll get a text from him in the next few hours telling me how to have her dressed and any other special requests he may have. Maybe he’ll want to spend the night. Maybe he’ll focus on humiliation tonight and make me give him full blowjobs or massage him while he’s naked.

I am going to be cooking them dinner and wearing just my cage while they make out on the couch and she probably gives him a long, sensual blowjob. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that. I’d probably blow my load in a few seconds. She wouldn’t be able to give me a blowjob like that anyways. The way she works his huge cock over... mine can’t handle that.

While typing this I just found out that he wants me to have her in white lingerie with the snaps and everything. It’s a long process to get her dressed in that but it’s an incredible time together. Honestly, it’s very sweet and she rubs my hair while I get her proper for him.

He also said he wanted a picture of her bending over to get him ready. She took a sexy stance, I sent him the pic that included her looking over her shoulder looking amazingly hot at the cam. He replied back immediately that the two coworkers he showed it to want her so bad. Asked him to send them the pic to keep. He didn’t, because her face is in it but asked me for another one without her face. I sent that and he gave it to them.

Being out of work right now sure makes cuckolding the number one thing on my mind. Honestly, I fucking love it.

Sorry, couldn’t help myself with the title... as I mentioned before, I wear this key every day. My coworkers, friends, strangers, family, all see it all the time. It’s a very distinct key and it gets lots of stares and some questions.

My response when people ask about it is different depending on where we are and what the situation is. When I am alone and hear it from a stranger in a non-sexual setting I simply reply, “it’s just a gift from my husband.” If I am asked by a stranger with my husband present I usually say, “Oh, it’s not to anything important,” just to get a little fun jab in at my cuck.

If we’re in a setting where I am trying to pick up a hot guy to fuck me and we’re beyond a couple of drinks... I usually say something like, “Oh, this? It’s to my husband’s cock. Yeah, he doesn’t get to fuck me.” I don’t think I’ve ever answered that way and not gotten a good fucking by them later that night. For some reason alphas love fucking other men’s wives.

I get a huge rush when someone asks about the key. I still get wet almost immediately and feel a rush to my face when I tell a guy that I want to fuck what the key is for. I know my cuckold has that glorious angst he goes on about when I talk about it. Or hell, when I just play with it while he’s eating me out or just talking to me at dinner.

I don’t know how cucks do it. I have to cum everyday. When I was single (not very long) I pleasured myself in the morning and sometimes for extended periods at night. Everyday. Sex to me is the best thing in this world and thanks to our arrangement, and my amazing husband, I get to enjoy it to the fullest extent.

I spent a long time talking about one humiliating instance for my cuck, but not enough about it in general. The truth is: I fucking love it as much if not more than my husband. It gets me insanely wet every time I think about what we’ve done (or I’ve done to him... or made him do...). There are a lot of great articles out there and you can google some really amazing ideas, but the real fun comes with you brainstorm together.

A couple of times I have gone on short vacations with a bull that my husband (of course) paid for. The tough part is deciding whether to send pictures, videos, and texts to tease the hell out of cucky back home or just make his mind race with what we could be doing and stay silent all weekend. My husband has written some of our stories on here covering various ways I’ve humiliated him by fucking a few friends and stuff, so I’ll try to not be redundant.

I absolutely love humiliating him by telling my girlfriends things and telling him how they reacted. In the past I would role play this and act like I told them, but once I actually told them it took it to a whole new level. Wine usually helps this (see the last story) but sometimes we’ll have full blown conversations in front of him about fucking or our bull. The night of the previous story I shared, while we were sitting there waiting for our bull, I told her how I’ve never given my husband a blowjob and that I make sure I give them to our bulls right in front of him. Not just a blowjob. The most intense, energetic, and desperate blowjob you can imagine.

I want to make sure he sees the difference between what an alpha male gets and what he gets. I always maintain eye contact with our bull (or whoever the guy is) while doing it too. I also make sure to remind my husband how many blowjobs he’s given compared to how many he has received. Of course, any number is bigger than zero.

I know giving a blowjob is humiliated as fuck in general, but I sit a couple of feet away from he and our bull while he does it because I want him to know that he’s the focal point and I am seeing this. I used to make out with our bull while he did it but I felt like he didn’t get the true humiliation factor when we were distracted. Of course I egg him on now when I sit and watch. I tell him to spend some time on his balls, to use his hands, get into it more, etc. He is very good at giving head to massive cocks. Of course he has the advantage of a big jaw. Lol.

There’s something about “making” him pleasure or touch another man that gets me going. There was a time where he was expected to give us both foot massages as we watched a movie or just relaxed after fucking. That evolved into a leg massage and into full body massages. Watching your cuckold husband, wearing nothing but a chastity cage, massage a massive black man is hilariously humiliating. If our bull gets an erection, it’s blowjob time. Again, I sit and watch while snickering about what a good cuck he is.

I don’t use a strap-on as much as I should on my cuck’s ass. I need to fix that. Random thought, sorry.

Having a friend text or drop in on my husband while I’m out with my bull can be fun. My best friend has done this several times to see what he is up to while I am out. Usually playing video games with friends. He’s not allowed to have clothes on even when I’m not there if it’s a ‘date night’ for me. One time he answered the door wearing clothes and she sent me a picture. He paid for that.

That also brings me to the panties. We go panty shopping every now and then for him. I always find a way to make sure a female worker or two knows we’re shopping for him. He wears them most of the time. I let him run in compression shorts so we don’t damage his little balls.

Naturally he eats his cum anytime I let him squirt it. He cleans our bull’s cum off or out of me after we fuck as well.

I always have him select what I wear on a date or when our bull is coming over. If he doesn’t do a good enough job he’ll hear it from our bull and he can be brutal. One time our bull had cucky drop he and I at a party with me wearing a short skirt and basically a bra. He sent pictures of me talking to other guys, making out with them, and getting finger fucked by one to cucky, who was parked down the street waiting to pick us up. When he picked us up we fucked in the back seat the entire way home until we pulled in the garage. Fuck that was hot.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by how many people message or comment on our stories telling me I’m a horrible wife/human being for cuckolding my husband. I truly wish people would understand that this lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but for the men it IS for... it consumes their minds.

My husband and I have a wonderful and fun marriage and a large part of that is the fact that he is 100% devoted to being a cuckold. He tells me it makes him feel so alive and that he feels “at home” while being subjected to things that would turn alpha males homicidal.

The humiliation aspect is what comes under attack the most. “I would never do that to the man I love,” “You’re a piece of shit,” blah blah blah... the truth is, the humiliation aspect of cuckolding is what turns my husband on the most. It has also become one of my favorite parts of the relationship as well because (it makes me wet) it turns him on (and makes me wet) and puts him in his place, that he craves (did I mention it makes me wet as hell?).

I wear the key to his holy trainer every single day. I wear it with my friends who know what it is, I wear it with family who probably thinks it’s something “weird,” and I wear it to bed at night. There was a time we gave all keys to our bull and we had zero access to it unless my husband asked... but the truth is, I love holding the power to relinquish his frustration right beyond his reach.

I truly believe the vast majority of women would love to be in a cuckold relationship. Having the best sex of your life with a bull or multiple lovers of your choosing while having the security and love of a devoted husband at home. The husband that’s more devoted to every single second of your life being amazing than anything you could ever imagine. Being a hyper sexual person I have always felt a huge need for great sex in my life and to have it very frequently. I struggled with being in relationships because I needed more. Enter cuckolding. Enter humiliation.

I knew early on that my now husband would take to cuckolding. I could sense it in him by how he continually tried so hard to make me cum and would constantly ask if I was having fun. I guess it’s my sadistic side (that is perfect for cuckolding) that came out and held sex over his head for ages before finally letting him feel my pussy on our wedding night.

The humiliation is intoxicating though. I probably shouldn’t think about it to much while I’m sitting here in my cubicle... but it is.

I’ll never forget the rush I had (and he told me later that he had) the first time I walked down into the basement with my best friend where he was playing video games. We’d been drinking some wine and I told her what the key was for and I ended up spilling everything. How I had a black guy that fucked me, my then boyfriend didn’t get to cum, he got off on the humiliation... he was so shocked and scared when we walked down the stairs and I told him she knew everything.

I had him pull down his basketball shorts while he was still sitting on the couch and show that shiny steel birdcage off. She stood there and bit her lip while staring at it and holding her wine glass. I sat down next to my “man” and moved the cage slightly with my hand. His face was bright red and his cock was shriveled at this point.

She said, “Well shit... that can’t feel good when you get a boner.” I chuckled at it and he just sat there. “How do you go to the bathroom?” He didn’t say anything. Frozen by the whole situation I guess. I said, “Oh, he sits.” My friend laughed. “Like a girl.” I tagged on. She laughed again. I could see the inevitable happening. I saw his cock start filling the cage more. She said, “Uh oh... maybe we should leave?? Haha”

I was rubbing his balls while my hand was wrapped around the top of the cage. “He’s used to it,” I said, “he hasn’t had an erection outside of there for over a month.” Truth is, I miss the steel cage that he could go a very extended amount of time in without needing out for cleaning.

She looked at him and said, “And you’re ok with this? I don’t need to call the cops here?” She and I both laughed but she had a very confused look on her face. He finally eeked out, “No, I’m good haha.” Trying to laugh it off was cute. He started straining against the bars. He winced a little and she bent down, still a few feet away, and said, “Shit, that has to hurt.” She looked at me and I was smiling at him.

“So, you don’t cum. (She turned to me) You cum as much as you want with anyone you want. (Back to him) You love that she does it and take care of the chores and everything around the house?” He nodded and kept straining and I said, “Yep. That’s the gist of it.”

She sat down cross-legged on the floor right next to his legs, on the other side away from me. She looked at me and said, “And this boyfriend that you have... how does he fit in?” I said, “Barely, but when he gets in its amazing.” She started laughing very hard. My poor cuck was straining so hard at this point I was worried about the integrity of the cage.

We sat there and talked while he strained in his cage right there between us. She would look over at it quite a bit and I could tell she was enjoying it. “So, bull? You call him your bull?” “Yes, he’s OUR bull, we say. He fucks me amazingly well but his attitude toward (boyfriend) makes him OUR bull.” This brought up more questions. I sent her an article that really explained the dynamic well for her to fish through. Pictures included.

She said, “Wait, so how much of this have you done?” I looked over at him and smiled. “More than you’d believe,” I said. She stared at his cock as it strained and could see a little bit of precum flowing out. “This all feels so crazy.. but I’d be lying if I said this weren’t incredibly hot teasing him like this.” The alcohol was definitely playing a factor in her openness but she is a very sexual woman as well. And very attractive.

I laughed and said, “Oh, this is just life, not a teasing session. Teasing sessions involve more things like this...” I bent over and put the cage and surrounding his cock to my lips and began licking the tip through cage. He immediately began jumping slightly and wincing more. She was laughing her ass off.

I started laughing and stopped. She then continued asking about our bull and asked to see him. I showed her several pictures of him and motioned to my now husband, “He has dirtier photos of you want to see them.” She said, “Ooh yeah,” and adjusted to get closer to him. He pulled out his phone and started getting to them. She got up and sat right up against him on the couch. I could feel the tension in his body.

He cycled through photos of our bull and I in various stages of... love making. She gasped and covered her mouth, “He’s a fucking god...” she said quietly. He was. And our current one is too.

It had to have been the alcohol and the fact that we were all turned on but I said, “You wanna meet him? He asked to come over tonight but I told him we were hanging out.” She sat up and you could tell she had a lot of thoughts running through her head. “Of course...”

Cucky and I locked eyes and I said, “Call him.” He called him where we could all here and he said, “Hi sir,” she laughed when he said this... “Lindsey would like you to come over and meet her friend. Yes, I want you to come over too. Thank you.” Just like that, another level of humiliation in front of her.

I did get to penetrate her on my wedding night! And holy shit, Derrick and the other guys weren’t kidding, her pussy is just phenomenal.

She made sure I hadn’t orgasmed for a full two weeks before the wedding night and before she took off my cage she stripped into her white bridal lingerie and gave me a caged blowjob. She asked me if I was finally ready to know what her pussy felt like and I was dripping so much precum she couldn’t stop laughing.

I ate her out to a massive orgasm and felt her cum all over my face. She then turned around and faced me while she grabbed my cock. She took the key from around her neck and took the cage off. My dick had so much precum on it and was already somewhat exhausted that it looked pathetic.

She was on one knee and was straddling me so she could lower herself onto my cock. She held it between her thumb and index finger and wiggled it while laughing to herself. “Wanna bet if I feel it or not? Hahah...” I laughed but was so turned on because I knew it was finally about to happen.

Finally, she lowered down and started rubbing the tip on her pussy and it was so wet (mostly because she loves teasing and that is just eaten her out). I could barely contain myself. She watched my face as she lowered herself all the way down onto my dick. I let out a massive and involuntary moan. It was the best feeling of my life.

She laughed and said, “Been a while since you’ve felt a woman, huh?” I nodded. She had no reaction to my dick being inside her and leaned forward. Then she started riding me slowly and I felt like I was already about to cum. She then asked where I’d like to cum, then tagged that with “wherever it is, you’re eating it. Remember that.” I told her that I wanted to cum inside of her. She rode me for about 25 seconds before I told her I was cumming.

Right when I started convulsing she got off and started jacking me off HARD. The explosion was absolutely insane. I can’t even describe how much I came. Of course she didn’t want me to cum inside her and when she saw the cum shooting out she aimed it toward my body and face. It was all fucking over me and my side of the bed. I moaned so loudly... I couldn’t care less where I came.

She’s a woman of her word though. She laid next to me and made sure I ate every fucking drop. She’d swipe it with her finger and stick it in my mouth.

I actually got a handjob that night too. I felt like the king of the castle. Of course it ended in a ruined orgasm, but still.

The next day we went home to pack before the honeymoon and Derrick came over to offer his congratulations again and fuck her in her wedding lingerie before we left for the airport.

Thanks for the kind words.

Hey, great question. Only a few of our friends know we’re into chastity or cuckolding. Her girlfriends were easier to tell because they have been friends for years and they have always been very sexually open with each other. They think it’s amazing and really get a kick out of it.

My male friends that know about chastity know through Lindsey’s girlfriends or Lindsey told them when she was drunk (she has brought it up several times when we were all hanging out). We never talk about it. I guess it’s just too awkward for men to bring up to each other. Even my friends she has slept with have not really brought it up to me alone. She said they did bring it up when they fuck her and belittle me. She loves that.

There are a couple of her friends that enjoy sliding in a comment every now and then. They still treat me great and us like a regular couple.

We went to one of their homes for the Fourth of July and they have a pool. I was wearing white and blue board shorts and when I got out of the pool she was sitting there tanning next to my wife. She casually looks over and I realized she could see my cage almost perfectly through the white part.

She looked at my crotch and laughed. She said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing that.. it’s amazing.” I just chuckled and she said, “I guess that’s your normal state, huh?” I said, “Yes it is.” She laughed again and shook her head.

Lindsey, laying on her stomach next to her said, “Hey, how many orgasms have you had today? They were both a little drunk and laughing and Lindsey continued, “Leg massages and pussy eating are my alarm clock while I drink my coffee.”

No. None of the current coworkers of mine she has played with know about the cuckolding and think she’s just cheating on me. They keep it quiet.

The typical goal Lindsey and our bull typically shoot for is 90 days. It’s been like that across the board since our first experience with a long term bull where he shared that 90 days is the right amount to break me.

Writing this from the beach to fuck with my cuckold.

If you haven’t heard of the Mocha Splash events and you are in the hotwife lifestyle, cuckold lifestyle, or you just love fucking black guys, you need to check them out.

This past February we went to our third event, this one in Atlanta. And basically they take over a hotel and there is a sea of hot black guys there specifically to fuck your wife like you never could. Lol. As a cuckoldress, it is a pilgrimage that MUST be taken at least once. Trust me, you won’t stop at once.

When my cuckold and I went to Atlanta this year I left his key at home. It was the first time we didn’t have an “in case of emergency” key. I told him I didn’t want him to even have the hope of release (I doubt he would anyways).

Two girlfriends asked me why I didn’t wear it as a sign to the men that I was available to fuck. If you need the key to show you’re available, you’re doing it wrong. I wore the shortest skirts and dresses as I could and nice heels propping me up for the tall bbc. Lol.

Sometimes it is tough to really cut loose when you’re close to home... but when you’re a few hundred miles away and in a sea of black men there for the same reason you are it is time to have your fun.

My cuckold always gets overloaded at these events. Last time we went to one in Florida I had a dozen different black cocks over the three days. Three of the best days of my life. He is a gentleman and always holds my purse and watches as I give everything to these gods.

There’s something about these types of events that makes cuckolds AMAZINGLY attentive. Constantly asking me if I need another drink, grabbing one for my “date,” making sure we are comfortable. Driving me and multiple men to get something to eat while we fuck in the backseat. Haha

One of the most arousing thoughts I have is thinking about the images and clips of me doing absolutely depraved things with better men that are seared into my cuckold’s brain forever. Like when I was riding a guy in the backseat while in Atlanta and he rolled the window down when we were stopped at a red light so the ten or so people on the sidewalk got a show of his wife. Haha

Make a point of doing things with them that you’d never consider doing to your cuckold.

I’m day drunk and sitting here thinking about my wife and her bull at the beach today through Wednesday... it’s hard not to be nostalgic about our journey to get where we are.

As she gets thoroughly and completely pounded by our absolute stud over the next couple of days I know she’s thinking about me. I’ll shake the cage a little and rub my balls with coconut oil to help with the straining a little bit. I’m not allowed to text them unless there’s an emergency but I hope I get some pictures of their fun.

He sometimes likes to share her when he takes her away for a few days. Maybe she’ll be a complete slut or maybe she will focus all of her attention on his amazing cock.

Right now I want to suck him. And I want her to watch while she tells me yet again why I’ll never fuck her pussy again. Then she can have me ask him if he’ll take care of the duties that should be mine so she can be satisfied.

I hope he takes her ass again. I know she loves that. I’ve never had it.

I know she’ll be sucking his huge balls and beautiful dick the whole trip... something I’ve never gotten from her.

I can never figure out if cuckoldresses like her are angels are the devil. I have not cum besides a viciously ruined orgasm in several months. I don’t deserve to cum.

I wish she would have washed me before she left. My cage smells horrible. The constant precum does that.

One of her friends texted me earlier saying my wife texted her that she and our bull found the nude beach. She asked me if I remembered what my wife’s pussy felt like. I just lol’d back.

My wife needs him and I need him too. I’m so happy she gets it but I wish I coulid be there to clean her pussy and his cock for them. I’ll order them breakfast in the morning.