Such is the life of a cuckold
There is nothing more satisfying to us cuckolds than worshiping our cuckoldress with our mouths. Whether it’s before she goes on a date, after she comes home we love and crave that treat. To have a gorgeous women spread her legs wide open for you and watch her being so exposed and knowing your role is to please her is sensational. There is a passion and love when I begin to lick my cuckoldress, slowly teasing her pussy lips, slowly circling my tongue around her clit, teasing and exciting her. Worshiping at the altar of passion of your cuckoldress is not a job, it’s an adventure.
Tasting her. Seeing if you can guess if she’s been with someone today or if she’s just naturally wet. And if she’s been with someone, who was it? Do you know him? What happened when they were together? All of this goes through your mind while you’re down there licking and sucking at her, drawing her into your mouth, pulling her to you. Surrendering yourself to her by feasting at her most personal private place. You lick her pussy and ass, your tongue darting here and there licking, slurping, sucking, and fucking her with your tongue because you can’t fuck her with your cock!
We worship our cuckoldress because as cuckolds that’s what we were meant to do. That is our mission in life. It’s our purpose. My cuckoldress will sometimes lay me on the floor on my back and squat over my face and have me lick her. She cums almost immediately because of the sensation. I find this such and incredible turn on that I almost cum immediately too without even being touched! So all my fellow cuckolds out there you need to begin to practice your skills and grow to worship your cuckoldress!
Cuckolds are always fascinated by the places and the limits their cuckolding takes them. Fantasy morphs into reality and sometimes back again. But each time it happens, it goes further and we wonder what would happen if we took it to the next level and then the next. Because cuckolding is largely synonymous with humiliation we as cuckolds wonder how extreme our humiliations will take us. Humiliations not just sexual either. We wonder for example, what would we do if our cuckoldress or our cuckoldress and her lover wanted to dress us say in some ridiculous outfit and perform tasks would we do it. For example would we allow ourselves to be dressed say as a cheerleader and do a cheer while our cuckoldress and lover sat on the couch? Would we be opposed to dressing say in an androgynous outfit that is slightly feminine with clear nail polish and a hint of blush and eye shadow and go to the grocery store for our cuckoldress?
We always say in moments of ecstasy that we’d “do anything” for our cuckoldress. But would we really? It’s where fantasy meets reality that our mettle as cuckolds are tested. Oh sure we’d lick cum from her pussy, we’d pamper and slave over her, but when it gets to the extreme what would we do? What if by a slip of fate her lover made her pregnant, would you raise the child if he was yours? What if she suggested her lover move into your house, would that be acceptable to you? There are a million what ifs in the cuckolding lifestyle. In reality each what if starts with the current state you’re in as a cuckold and moves forward in ever increasing inches. How long would we let it go on before we drew a line in the sand? I belong to a Yahoo group called c.w. cobblestone which is a great cuckolding group an c.w. is a great writer. He and his cuckoldress lived a cuckold lifestyle to much more depths than anyone I’ve ever known. At one point things got very hairy for them and their marriage almost ended, but the point is, he stuck it out. And they went to extremes that many would not have.
I’m not suggesting that every cuckold should go to the extremes I mentioned above it is just an example of many of the limits that we as cuckolds can explore. That is the great thing about cuckolding; there are so many many levels that we can take it to and each one has a new meaning for each person. Each time a new limits is pushed a new experience gained a new threshold crossed we delve deeper and deeper into our cuckolding persona. We take it and we like it. Now I know many would say that letting a woman walk all over us is just another way of being henpecked and pussy whipped. But so be it, let people think what they will. By letting our limits be pushed and our boundaries stretched, we are actually showing how strong we really are. How secure we are in our masculinity that we are willing to show how proud we are as a cuckold.
So sometimes going to the extreme is fun.
Belle’s balls…by cuckytoher
Monday night football sucked! My team was losing like a gazillion to nothing and even if it was the greatest game ever, I couldn’t keep my mind on anything as silly as a football game. In truth I was more interested in watching out the window that watching our 52 inch flat screen. Every time I thought I saw a sliver of light coming down the street my pulse would quicken, my heart would race and I would strain my neck and eyes to see if it was my wife Belle coming home.
Tonight was our one year wedding anniversary and I was eagerly awaiting her return. My first wife divorced me two years prior and shortly thereafter I lost my job. My world crumbled and I found myself willing to take any type of employment as desperate men will do in desperate times. Down to my last few dollars and almost totally defeated, I found a company that would grant me an interview and although not the greatest job or salary they offered me a job. The boss, Marcus was a large black man who reminded me of Suge Knight of Death Row Records fame in his stature and attitude. He reveled in the fact that he ran things with an iron fist and that all the workers were white. I was convinced I would keep this job no matter how much groveling I had to do. I was told that in the past six months three people had held my position and none had lasted. My submissive demeanor and ass kissing ways were not lost on my boss’s secretary Belle.
She had long black hair down to her waist, a huge gorgeous ass, thick thighs and huge breasts. She was very tall and the heels she wore made her tower over me. She seemed to fond of the way I would squirm and acquiesce to any demands placed on me by Marcus. The daily screaming matches and insults heaped on me by Marcus seemed only to entice Belle’s appetite for me more. Like a cat playing with a mouse before devouring it.
Belle always wore low cut and suggestive clothing around the office and it seemed to me that Marcus was always pawing her or touching her in some way. At the end of my first six months I felt I had made it and at the end of a particularly long Friday in which I had been subjected to Marcus’s verbal tirades and a sound slap to the back of the head, Belle invited me out for a drink. I was in heaven as I followed her buxom figure into the bar watching all the while as other men stared at her gorgeous body. Her perfume was intoxicating and I had an instant hard on from the moment she made the invitation.
She was breathtaking and I was in love! Later that night I found my face between her thunderous thighs licking her pussy to orgasm after orgasm. Soon we were dating on a regular basis and despite the abuse at work, I loved being with Belle. One night as I lay between her beautiful thighs after licking her ass to several orgasms for what seemed liked hours; Belle toyed with my hair and seemed to be drifting off to sleep. It was that night when Belle told me she liked men who were subservient and more on the submissive side. “Of course all women love big brute macho men like Marcus and his pals, but I prefer a man that knows his place.” It was then that SHE proposed to me. I was startled and taken aback, but muttered a weak “of course Belle I’d love to marry you.”
After the wedding I moved my meager belongings out of my one room apartment and into Belle’s house. Belle presented me with a list of chores that she would expect me to do on a routine basis. The list, basically included everything from cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, yard work, to the words ‘all other’ that she had scribbled at the bottom of the list. I found myself working many nights till three or four in the morning after having worked all day trying to make sure Belle’s list was complete and she was happy.
As for our sex life or I should say Belle’s sex life, it consisted mostly of me going down on her pussy or her ass and licking her for hours to orgasm after orgasm. Belle would grant me an orgasm now and again. She would sometimes make me stand naked next to the bed and she would look at my naked chubby body with my tiny cock poking out and chuckle. She would then play with my balls and when I would grow hard she would laugh at my tiny four inch erection calling it names like pin dick or nubbin. Usually it didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm approaching and would tell Belle. She would order me to cup my hand at then end of my cock as my discharge shot into my own hand she would have me lick it up.
Belle found ways to torment me and humiliate me into orgasm. Once at work while Marcus stood berating me and yelling at me, Belle, unbeknownst to him, stood behind him playing with her tits through her sheer blouse. I grew so excited I came in my pants even while Marcus was hollering at me. That night at home, Belle laughed and told me she truly enjoyed tormenting me like that as it made her wet at which point she pointed to her pussy and told me to get to work.
One day Marcus called me into his office. On the way I tried to emotionally prepare myself for whatever tirade he had for me. I never knew whether he would be civil or leap out of his chair and smack me in the back of the head. This particular day I entered his office and he sat behind his grand desk smoking a big fat Cuban cigar. “Boy you’re lucky you’ve lasted this long in my company. You’re work sucks and I spend more time checking up on you than I should have to. If it wasn’t for your wife you’d be on the unemployment line.” I stood there used to taking this type of abuse, my head down and meekly said, “Yes sir.” As I glanced at the floor I noticed something. A pair of feet sticking out from under Marcus’s desk and they weren’t his! It appeared as if someone was under his desk giving him blow job. And then I realized who that someone was, it was Belle! I could tell by the anklet she always wore. Marcus just smiled seeing the realization on my face. “Belle is the only reason you have a job here and you better treat her right and get your act together and start doing a better job around here or there’s going to be hell to pay” He dismissed me with the wave of his hand and as I closed the office door I could hear him moan in pleasure and then giggling and laughing and whispered tones.
That night as I lay nestled between Belle’s big boobs after bringing her to several anal orgasms with my tongue, her stroking my hair like a dog as I humped her thunderous thigh she cooed in my ear, “I’m sorry Marcus yelled at you today. You just have to learn your place at work like you do around here, now I don’ yell at you do I?” I moaned a no and kept humping; this was the first time she’d ever brought Marcus’s name up in bed. “You just need to learn to be a good boy at work like you’re my good boy around here and work harder to please Marcus more. You never see Marcus yell at me do you? Well that’s because I please him and make him happy.” That was it I shot my load all over her big thick thigh. Laying there exhausted she patted my head and pushed me under the covers and after cleaning up her leg with my tongue I was back licking her ass for yet another orgasm of the night.
One day Belle came back from shopping and as I unloaded the bags from her car she said, “I bought you a present!” I was thrilled and excited as this was a rare treat; Belle rarely bought me anything let alone thinks about me when she was out shopping. After dinner she made me strip naked and spread my legs and close my eyes. I felt her placing something around my cock and balls and she said, “I think that looks so cute!! What do you think?” In my embarrassment I had to admit because of the combination of my tiny cock and big stomach I couldn’t see what she had placed there until she held a mirror and showed me. It was a pink cat’s collar with little studded diamonds and a bell. “Don’t you just love it?” She purred as she slowly stroked and scratched my balls and cock which prompted an explosive orgasm from me. “Uh oh, did my little kitten cum?” Belle stood up and kissed me, wiping her cum covered hand on my face making me clean her hand.
She told me that night I was to always wear the cock collar even while at work because as she put it, “those are Belle’s balls, not yours and you have to do what pleases Belle.” She then began using her pet name ‘kitten’ for me around the office. She said everyone think she was just being endearing using a pet name for me. Soon there were whispers and snickers behind my back and everyone was calling me ‘kitten’ behind my back and sometimes to my face. Marcus especially found it hilarious and even had a little name plate made for my desk with my name and ‘kitten’ written beneath it.
Belle did play with me like she was some ferocious feline toying with an inferior animal. One night we were home watching a movie where the male lead was a strong alpha type stud of a husband. Belle nudged my tiny cock which was encased in a pair of her pink frilly panties with her pantyhose covered foot. “Kitten this movie has just given me the grandest idea!! Let’s do a role reversal for the night! You go change and pretend you’re the stud alpha husband and I’ll be your submissive wife! Go! Now!” I scampered to the bedroom and took off the panties and put on jeans and a regular shirt, returned to the living room where Belle was naked spread eagled on the couch. “Oh lover I’m so glad you’re home, I’ve missed you so! Come fuck me dear!! Ravage my pussy with your big juicy thick cock!!” Not quite sure how to react I tried to assume the role of some hunky husband type from movies I’d seen on TV. I approached Belle and kissed her deeply while she unbuckled my pants and shoved them to the floor. “Fuck me lover! Make me scream with that big huge powerful cock of yours!” The only problem was my cock was none of those things, but I tried to act the part sliding between her legs with my tiny nubbin fully erect. I had barely touched the outside of Belle’s pussy lips when I exploded in orgasm before even entering her.
Needless to say, she had a good laugh at my expense and I spent the next hour cleaning up my cum, licking her pussy and ass to orgasm after orgasm while she chatted on the phone with Marcus telling him about our role reversal play in great detail. My kitten collar went back on that night and I donned Belle’s frilly pink panties when we went to bed where I found myself beneath the covers licking and sucking her toes and working my way up to her ass at her command. After her orgasm she drifted off to sleep with my head still stuck between her thighs and I didn’t dare wake her so spent the entire night in that position.
Knowing that Marcus was more than likely having intercourse with Belle tore me apart. On one hand it made me extremely jealous, while on the other hand it made me incredibly excited. The jealous side of me strove to show Belle that I too could serve a purpose in her life even if it wasn’t that of a bull like Marcus. If it was possible, I became more submissive, many of my co-workers and Belle’s friends called me names such as hen-pecked, or pussy whipped, but I didn’t mind as long as I was making Belle happy. I went out of my way to make sure ever nook and cranny of the house was clean, her every need was met before she had to ask. And yet without having to lift a finger, she still taunted me and had a good laugh at my expense every day, always letting me know that just out there somewhere Marcus was waiting to fuck her and please her like I couldn’t.
One day at the office while I was in the men’s room Marcus walked in and stood next to me at the urinal. He unleashed his massive black snake from his pants and simply glanced over at my tiny, white, shaved cock with its pink kitten collar around it and laughed. I got so nervous I couldn’t even pee and Marcus sensed this. “Got a little pee anxiety there kitten?” He said, as he held his cock in his hand pissing a full stream of golden piss. “Uh yes Sir, sometimes I can’t go if someone else is around.” What the hell was I thinking admitting that to him? “Well that’s too bad kitten maybe we ought get you a little kitty litter box for you to use and we’ll put it in your office!” Smiling he chuckled, and turned to put his big black cock back in his pants and in the process splashing pee all over my pants leg. Sure enough the next morning I found a kitty litter box filled with kitty litter in my office with an official memorandum from Marcus stating that the bathrooms in the building were off limits to me and I was to use the box but only under the supervision of his secretary Belle! Surely he hadn’t told Belle about our bathroom encounter? Just then my phone rang and it was Belle, “I’m going out for coffee with Marcus kitten do you have to go to the bathroom before I go?” I was mortified! “uh yes I do have to go Belle but I can manage on my own.” The door to my office burst open and there stood Belle. She wore a low cut scoop necked top her nipples poking through, a tight leather skirt and, sheer stockings and six inch heels. “Oh no you don’t you know the rules kitten!” And with that I was made to take my pants off, and squat over the kitty litter box, my tiny shaved balls and cock dangling over the kitty litter my pink collar with its bell ringing to Belle’s laughter as I peed.
That afternoon Belle and Marcus went out for ‘lunch’ and never returned to the office. That night as I walked my two and a half miles home from work I spotted Marcus’s Jaguar and Belle’s Mercedes parked in our driveway. Meekly I entered the house not knowing what I was going to find. I tip toed into the living room and could hear laughing and a TV on in our bedroom. Belle lay curled up on Marcus’s left side her pure white leg draped over his coal black thigh. Marcus laid on his back his massive cock glistening with the results of their afternoon ‘lunch’ as Belle toyed with his chest hair. They both noticed me at the same instance and snickered. “Ooops I guess we’re busted,” Belle said. “Well it’s about time you see what a real man can do to a woman kitten.” My mouth was agape as I stood there in shock my tiny cock growing at the sight before me. “Get them clothes off kitten, and come on over here and thank Marcus properly for making me feel like a woman! Like the woman you never could make me feel like!” Soon I was naked, my white chubby body and pink collared cock and balls with the bell tinkling as I scurried over to the bed my face crimson with embarrassment and shame. Belle held Marcus’s huge shaft up motioning with her head for me to suck it and I obediently complied. As I strained to get the full length of his erect cock in my mouth Belle tickled and played with my balls, “I love Belle’s balls!”
natus3 asked: How and where do I go about finding a REAL cuckold couple?? I am in Phoenix AZ
The most obvious places are Craigslist or swingers websites. Sometimes you’ll notice a couple in a hotel bar looking for a bull who they know my be traveling and is looking for some fun for a night!
deep-throat-sissies asked: I get what you mean, but you really do have to trust your wife and it kinda strengthens that trust
Trust and communication are what makes for any great relationship
deep-throat-sissies asked: do you crossdress as a cuckold? if you do could you show us? also you should check out my blog!
I don’t cross dress but am not opposed to wearing feminine clothing
Where do the seeds of a cuckold lie? Is it in our upbringing? Did we have domineering mothers or women in our lives that conditioned us? For many men the seeds of cuckolding can be traced back to their upbringing and to others it can be traced to their adulthood. Many cuckolds had domineering mothers who perhaps henpecked and cuckolded their fathers. The seeds could also have been planted in other ways. A girlfriend who made fun of your cock, that first clumsy attempt at lovemaking when you suffered premature ejaculation and had to humbly apologize and the find another way to get her off. Perhaps it was when the boys made fun of you in the shower after they got a glimpse of your tiny cock. Maybe it was that you were born submissive streak.
The seeds of cuckolding can be planted in any number of ways. It’s how we water and harvest them and make them grow that really matters. We can either deny or embrace what we like in life. We can make our dreams and fantasies into realities or we can squash them and lead “normal” lives like all the other boring people out there. Much like an artist, writer, painter, musician, cuckolds have a certain gift, a certain talent if you will and that talent is that we make good submissive cuckold husbands. We are generally kind, giving, selfless, and highly excitable sexually and otherwise, and we are loyal to a fault.
As we grow and harvest our cuckolding sexuality the seeds of that cuckolding is as important as our day to day lives. Like a tree in the forest, we grow to resemble and be what the seeds that were planted meant for us to be. The important thing is to recognize the seeds that were planted and how you came to be what you are and what you will be for the rest of your life
deep-throat-sissies asked: Doesnt it anger you that your wife is out with another man though? Like even if it turns you on, dont you get angry at the thought of the woman you love going and having sex with another random guy?
No it doesn’t anger me at all. Because the woman I love and I have decided that this is our lifestyle. And the other man is simply a vessel, a hard cock if you will to satisfy OUR fantasies. It really has little to do with the other man and all to do with us.
There comes a time in every cuckold’s life when he is subjected to some embarrassing moments. Some are public, some are private but they are embarrassing nonetheless. Moments that make us and shape us as cuckolds. I remember once when my then wife and her lover were out for a night on the town at a bar with a friend of hers having drinks. I was also out running errands and in a jealous cuckold move I couldn’t help but drive by the bar they were at just to see if they were there. Timing as they say in life is everything. As I drove into the parking lot my headlights graced her friend outside having a smoke. I was caught. Had I stopped it would have been rather embarrassing because my wife was supposed to be out with her friend alone. Sometimes these jealous notions drive us to do crazy things. Noticing me she waved and I waved back out of instinct, turned and fled out of there. In a moment my cell phone rang and it was my wife wondering why I hadn’t stopped and why I hadn’t come into the bar to join them. I simply said, I didn’t want to ruin their time together and would see her at home.
Another time I ran into a friend who said he had observed my wife and her lover driving out of a notorious make out spot. Stuttering and stammering I simply said that they had been friends since grammar school and that he was having marital problems and were just talking. He smirked and said, “Yea right” and walked away. My cheeks turning crimson I resigned myself to the fate of being an exposed cuckold. These moments are embarrassing, and even emasculating. But rather than that they serve to remind us of our role in life. Cuckolding by the mere definition dictates that a man shall suffer some embarrassing moments, but in our fictionalized bulletin board, blog world we read about them and get excited. However in real life they are much more subtle and the depth of the subtlety is the pinnacle of embarrassment.
Embarrassing moments as a cuckold should be expected. However expecting them and having them happen to you personally are two entirely very different things. I could go on and relate more embarrassing moments like the ones above but the point is that it’s a normal reaction to be embarrassed when caught or exposed as a cuckold. The embarrassment however for most people would not include that embarrassment leading to eroticism. But for us cuckolds after the initial embarrassment we get aroused, we get excited, we almost crave more embarrassing and emasculating moments.
Do we like the public ridicule and exposure? Yes we do, very much. That my friends is what makes us cuckolds!